Rooming With RoseAnn
Wgaius
(59,100 words, 24 chapters)
Rooming with RoseAnn
is a new story in the RoseAnn series, following
RoseAnn Discovers Dominance
.
Since first meeting RoseAnn Perez, Barry Croft has fantasized about this mother's best friend. Barry's nineteen and off to college, and finds himself about to share an apartment with the tall, assertive woman in the high-pressure circus of 1980s Silicon Valley. No sooner has he arrived in California than his overwrought hormones reveal themselves in the most humiliating way possible. But RoseAnn takes it in stride. She has plans for him, and leads him step by step into a life of worship and thralldom, where he learns to be her lover as well as her sexual slave and domestic servant. RoseAnn finds the devoted man she's sought since her divorce, and Barry finds unexpected gratification in service to a beautiful, selfish woman. Into this mix comes the redheaded student Gloria, who aggressively pursues Barry.
Chapter 1
Barry meets RoseAnn and becomes infatuated.
April 1983
As my nineteenth birthday approached, my parents proposed a weekend at the Wisconsin Dells to celebrate.
I appreciated the thought, but didn't look forward to the trip. The Dells had been a theme park before the term 'theme park' was invented, a postwar leftover from my parents' youth. I suspected the weekend would be as much a nostalgic relief for them than it was a holiday for me. They were both surgeons, and their time was always tightly scheduled. I was a dutiful son, and shelved my plans for a trip to Nashville with friends. Putting on a happy face. I prepared to endure a weekend at one of the Dells' water parks.
My annoyance grew when my mother announced that one of her oldest friends would be in town, and would I mind if she came along with us?
Oldest
, I thought.
How old?
I felt cheated, but not for long. My mood changed abruptly when I met RoseAnn Perez. Though weary from her flight from California, she was a most impressive woman. She was exceptionally beautiful, over six feet tall, with jet black hair and deep-set brown eyes. As we sat down to dinner, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I'm sure she noticed, and smiled at me from time to time through her travel fatigue.
We ate dinner quickly and left for Wisconsin. I wanted to get to know RoseAnn better, but I was the designated driver. My father fell into an exhausted sleep before we reached the highway. RoseAnn sat in the back with my mother, exchanging news and memories. We arrived at the Dells too late in the evening to do more than eat and settle into our rooms.
As if having a beautiful woman along wasn't enough, the weekend became a real birthday gift when my parents told us they'd only rented two rooms. They decided they would sleep in one hotel room while I'd share the adjoining double room with RoseAnn.
It was all very proper. At day's end, my mother had me go into the room and get ready for bed while RoseAnn shared a drink with my folks. Meanwhile, as I anticipated being alone in the room with her, my imagination caught fire. When the adjoining door closed and she prepared herself for bed, I hid under the blankets, pretending to be asleep, my eyes open the slightest bit, clutching at myself, my hormones ablaze.
RoseAnn came out of the bathroom wearing a sheer dressing gown. By the light from the bathroom door, she glided about like a cat, her long black curls rippling about her shoulders. The smells of perfume and powder, the splash of water, and even the sound she made brushing her teeth, stoked my fantasies to a fever heat.
When she finished her ablutions, she stood for a moment in the bathroom door fluffing her hair, a tall silhouette against the light, burning a permanent image on my brain. She was clearly naked under her dressing gown. I was at the verge of orgasm when she came near and leaned over my bed. I tried desperately to feign sleep as her breath warmed my face. She kissed me on the cheek, and whispered, "Good night, Sweet Prince."
Her lips lingered a millisecond longer than they should have, and her breath whirled in my ear. That was too much. I came, gripping the handful of tissues around my cock and fighting desperately to hold back the gasps and the involuntary thrusting of my hips. Through it all, her nearness warmed my cheek. Only when the contractions had ceased did she chuckle in the back of her throat and slip into her own bed.
At breakfast the next morning, I knew I'd fucked up. I dreaded looking her in the eye. But she smiled at me over the rim of her coffee cup, in a way that made my stomach quiver, and slowly and deliberately licked drops of coffee from her lips. In the following weeks, the vision of that roving pink tongue would drive me nearly insane with lust.
Mid-morning, I prepared to go swimming in the hotel's indoor pool, while my parents planned to play cards with a couple they met. RoseAnn chose to join me. In a two-piece bathing suit, she was proof that women are God's favorite art form. She was more muscular than I expected, with thick arms and legs, and a sculpted abdomen that made me glad my crotch was underwater and out of sight.