"Have you seen...?" Trina stopped mid-sentence.
Henry tore his eyes away from his comp screen, to see Trina...see her...in his room. As he was rubbing his erection, squeezing, desiring to be the character pumping into the eager woman on the screen.
And then there was Trina. Watching him.
She wasn't leaving.
Trina licked her lips. Henry had a trail of red hair going down to a sight that made her squeeze her legs together. His green eyes, their dark forest green, deepened with arousal and surprise, narrowed.
"Now that you're comfortable standing there, how about it you come join me, Tri," he rumbled sarcastically.
She jerked her gaze back up to his face. Blushing, she stepped forward, snagged his chair, flipped it around to straddle it, and replied, "Oh, I think I'd rather watch you, Henry."
The video was forgotten as Henry's eyes strayed to Trina's spread legs. She was wearing her yoga pants and he could see the light contours of her labia. The arousal that had started to wane surged. He wanted to be thrusting into his impossible roommate. Squeezing and rubbing his length a couple of times with the image, he paused to pat his thigh, "I've got a better idea. Up you go, Tri."
"I didn't say dating you was an option," she replied, shifting her hips uncomfortably.
Henry rotated to look at her straight forward and give her a full view of his hard-on. He resumed his strokes, "Rub yourself then. If you're watching me, it's only fair. Your brother's going to beat me up later no matter what."
"Alright, Henry," Trina whispered. His usual pleasant musky smell was stronger. Her breaths were shallow, and she was wet. After a pause Henry's eyes found her own, challenging. She shifted her hand, pressing tentatively between her legs.
Henry groaned. Her lips were a deeper shade of red, her blue eyes were stormy, and the shear temptation of her, of all people, being his roommate slammed home again.
He slowed his wrist movements to match her pace. Her fingers moved in circles. Her pants were changing shade where her lubrication soaked through. Lubrication driven by looking at him.
Trina's arousal intensified watching Henry's hands. His grip was tightening. His erection was slick with pre-cum easing from the tip. She licked her lips imagining his taste...her forbidden fruit. She spread her legs wider and shifted her hips, forward and back, forward and back. Henry's groan, deep and primitive, triggered her orgasm. "Ah, yes!" she exclaimed as she shuddered.
Henry seized. And jetted. At her. His cum arced between them, three eruptions of ropey, white, sticky, fluid. Which hit Trina's chest, abdomen, and the clingy dampness between her legs.
Trina smiled at Henry as he collapsed back. Satisfaction was written across his face. Standing up, she straightened the chair. Wiping at some of the cum on her shirt, she walked past him.
Henry tracked her every movement. When she paused at his doorway, she put her cum-covered finger in her mouth. His penis twitched.
Alone again, he whispered, "Past is past, Tri."
That night neither spoke about their earlier interaction. Trina spent most of her time on the phone talking to her friends. Henry settled into the sofa with his game controller and eavesdropped.
She took her usual armchair next to the sofa and watched his play as she chatted about everything except the massive anvil in the room. When she mentioned that her brother had returned from Deimos, he frowned and lost some health points.
The next afternoon, Henry made some furniture changes when he got back from classes before Trina. The sofa was left alone while her armchair was pushed off into a corner in his room. It was his after all.
When she returned, he was in his room working on homework. He paused, stylus in hand, listening to her movements. When the door opened, she stepped in sighing in relief at being home. She strode through the living area into her room to drop off her bag. The usual routine. Then she strode back into the living room towards the galley for a beverage, and her footfalls, slowed, paused, resumed at a slower pace, paused again, stumbled slightly, then resumed again to the normal routine.
Henry smiled.
"What happened to my chair?" Trina asked him when he emerged to fix dinner and relax. The spicy tang from her sandwich tickled his nose.
Making a sandwich identical to her own, he spoke to the ingredients as he answered, "Technically, it's MY chair, and I wanted it in my room. You're welcome to keep using it in there." He darted his eyes at her to make his meaning clear:
I want you back in my room, Tri
.
Trina blushed when their eyes met, and dropped her gaze to her sandwich. "We'll see."
"Did you and Ginalugin get the lab equipment issue settled?" he asked, changing subjects to one of the conversations she had the previous day.
Trina blinked in surprise at his question as she answered. When she first moved in, Henry had stayed at a cautious distance. She'd thought it was overkill and enjoyed teasing him. But now he'd become a moving target.
That night, Trina smirked as she settled on the couch and stretched her feet out to read her textbook. Henry was left with the corner and her feet pressed against his hip if he wanted to settle in, too. Ignoring the bait, he didn't say anything as he turned on his gaming equipment. Then he approached the designated spot, nonchalantly lifted her feet, and shifted closer to her laying her legs across his lap.
Trina froze, watching Henry make himself comfortable. Tickled, she smiled to herself as she turned her attention back to her book, daring him to say something. He didn't, of course, their history being what it was. But he petted her legs as the game shifted between levels, and each time the sensation shot straight to her nipples and core.
The next morning, Trina emerged to find Henry shirtless in the galley. Smiling as she maneuvered around him, she commented, "Hope you're not planning to start anything without me."
A shudder seized Henry's frame. "That sounds a lot like dating," hesitantly, he touched Trina's jaw with the backs of his fingers.
She forced herself to look up from her tea and meet his gaze. "It's not. I'd consider it. Depends."
He nodded, acknowledging he understood. "Then maybe you should come back into my room tonight," he rumbled, moving his hand up and down in gentle strokes along her arm.
Backing up, disconnecting them, and finishing her food preparations, she answered with her eyes on her task, "Wouldn't miss it."
Henry successfully suppressed his grin, but not the erection that greeted her answer.
When Trina returned from classes, she opened the door to their quarters with barely suppressed anticipation. After Henry's disastrous history with her brother, Dimeter, he was finally succumbing to her attraction.
She strode to her room to drop her bag, but paused at the door. A note was posted.
After dinner, I'm going to rinse off and wait for you.
