Rules For Being My Roommate Pt 03

*** Trigger warning for those who might be affected. This chapter in Stella and Neil's relationship is a bit of a rough one. I was actually surprised how difficult it was for me emotionally to write this section. In the comments on the first part of "ROOMMATES," someone said that they were reminded what it was like being a younger person, and I don't want to be the reason someone relives some trauma they are not ready for. This one might not be for everyone.

In this chapter, Neil has an intense argument with his mother. There is nothing physical, but it isn't easy to go through. Some harsh words are said. I am posting Part 4 of this story at the same time as I am posting this one and I completely understand if you'd prefer to skip ahead. Thank you very much for your time and I'd love to hear any thoughts you have.***

****As always, all characters who engage in any sort of sexual activity are well over the age of 18, legal adults.****

I finished my appointments with clients and I had a while before Neil would come over. I decided I definitely wanted to dress up for him tonight. The excitement and anticipation got me a little giddy. I don't have a huge closet full of lingerie, but I do have a few things. I chose a body suit that was sheer, see-through black. It came up to my neck, but left both shoulders bare. I especially liked this one because it held my breasts up in place but completely revealed my nipples. It buttoned on the bottom so it would give easy access when the time came, and of course, I had no panties underneath. I couldn't wait for him to see me!

When it was finally time I expected him to be there, I unlocked the front door and stood a short distance from it, the perfect way to greet him when he came in.

I waited.

About seven minutes went by and I decided to grab a chair from the dining table and sit in the same spot. He wouldn't have any problem taking in the sight of me sitting with my legs open toward the door.

I waited.

After another ten or twelve minutes, I got up to get my cell phone. I could easily put it down when he knocked on the door. I kept my attention on the screen as I waited.

After a while of aimlessly doom-scrolling, I recognized how hungry I was. My plan had been to seduce him when he got through the door, then get dressed after we were fully satiated and go get drive-thru together. I wasn't going to make it that long. I went to the kitchen. What would be quick? I landed on toast with butter. Simple, but enough to tide me over. I made a few slices, scarfed them down hurriedly so food wouldn't be in the way once Neil arrived, then I went back to my chair and I waited.

Eventually, I decided to text him. I debated how explicit I should start with. Probably didn't need to hit him with "Hey. I'm waiting for you to come fuck me" right out the gate. I went with a much more ambiguous, "Hey you..."

He responded, "Hey. I'm parked downstairs. I'll be up in a minute."

I frowned, "Is everything OK?"

"Fine. Just something I had to deal with. I'm heading up now."

"Front door's unlocked."

Moments later, I heard the knob turning. He stepped inside and let out an exasperated sigh, "Hey Aunt Stella... I was... WHOA!"

My nephew and I were suddenly looking at two very different sights.

I saw him hanging his head down, looking completely exhausted and defeated. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers held low, with the blooms pointed to the ground. A backpack hung off of his shoulder, looking, by the way he carried it, like it weighed a few hundred pounds.

What Neil saw was a naked woman with a transparent one-piece sitting directly in front of him.

That difference is why my face grew concerned as I said, "What is wrong, Sweetheart?" and his became suddenly an eager smile.

"Nothing's wrong at all." He stepped toward me and kissed my lips. Ok, whatever was going on... it could wait.

I stood and indicated the flowers, "Are those for me?"

He gave me an adorably sheepish grin, then presented them to me properly, "Yes. I wanted to... ah..."

"They're lovely." I took them and inhaled the sweet scent. I would put them in water later. For the moment, I set them on the table. "Do me a favor. Take off your pants and take a seat on the couch."

In moments, he was naked, with a hard erection standing proudly. I more draped myself than sat down beside him; I was essentially laying on my side with my head resting in his lap. His hand settled on my waist and caressed me up and down my torso, his fingers sliding across my skin through the sheer fabric. His touch was gentle and loving.

I reached out my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft. Like a lot of guys I've been with, this is the most sensitive part of his penis, at least it gets the biggest reaction when I focus my attention there.

The angle allowed my tongue to slide up and down him, and it gave him a pretty enchanting view. His other hand found its way into my hair, massaging my scalp as much as holding me.

I kept my motion gentle, twisting my head this way and that to pamper his length. My tongue was growing intimately familiar with the shape of his young cock, every curve and bump. And, of course, I gave his balls the attention they needed. It was a slow, relaxing sort of blowjob and I was very much enjoying the sensation of his hand on me... and then I saw him getting excited. His hand gripped my hip, a response to the intensity his body was feeling. I wrapped my lips around his mushroom-shaped head, my tongue probing the spot at its underside where shaft and head meet. I was prepared when he came in me this time. I made a sucking gesture and kept my mouth around him as he pulsed into it. I swallowed every drop and waited to be sure he was finished before I pulled away. I could see his chest hammering with his heavy breathing.

I laid my head on his bare leg and just smiled up at him. His hand released its grip and went back to its slow caress. "How are you, Sweetheart?"

He leaned his head back and sighed, this time with contentment. "Sooo much better."

"Good... Ok, I do genuinely want to hear what's going on, but I am STARVING. Get dressed. Let's go get some food."

I didn't bother to take off the bodysuit, just grabbed a pair of spanx shorts and a baggy sweatshirt on top of it. I posed for Neil with both arms out. He was beaming, "You're gorgeous!"

I'd have blushed if I weren't so hungry. "Let's go." We jumped in the car. There's plenty of fast food options nearby, but a taco place is the closest, so it won by default. With only one car in the lane ahead of us, we had food in hand quickly. I had my first taco finished by the time we were pulling into my apartment parking. "So what happened? Why were you so upset tonight?"

"Oh. It was... mom. She texted me she wanted me to get some things from the store. I told her I wasn't coming home tonight. She immediately called and started yelling, demanding to know where I was and telling her how inconsiderate I was for not telling her... Like it makes a difference to her if I'm there or not."

"So where did you tell her you were?"

"I didn't. I said it didn't matter where I was."

"I'm sure she loved that."

"No. She's furious."

"Are you OK?"

He shrugged, "It's nothing new." I reached over and held his hand. He gave me a weak smile at that.

"Let's go inside."

I, for one, felt significantly better after food. We were back in the apartment and I took the time to cut the flowers. I had to dig a bit under the kitchen sink to find the vase in the cabinet. My new bouquet looked perfect in the center of the dining table.

I was admiring them when I felt his body behind me, strong hands wrapping around my waist, "Thank you for dressing up for me."

"My pleasure, Handsome."

"Any chance I'll get to see it some more tonight?"

"Hmmmm..." I pressed my butt into his thighs and slowly moved against him, "I can probably arrange that." I lifted my arms. He took the cue and pulled off my sweatshirt. I felt his hands squeezing my breasts through the sheer fabric, then he was kissing my neck. My back arched even more so my butt put more pressure on him. By the time it was getting harder to breathe, I whispered, "Bedroom," and peeled out of his grip.

I ditched the shorts and climbed onto the bed, facing away from him. I've always loved what this one-piece does for my ass, and the bed gave me some delightful added height. I made sure to flex my cheeks for him, "Do I look OK from this angle?"

He was satisfyingly gob-smacked, "Astonishing."

I bent over onto my hands, thrusting my ass towards him, then I reached between my legs and unsnapped the suit, "Oops." I ran my fingertips along the lips of my sex. It was all the invitation he needed, though I was glad he remembered the lube bottle on my nightstand. He was instantly working me with both hands, one along my lips and my clit, the other massaging inside of my ass. His fingers felt AMAZING. His movements were gentle, but I was so hungry for the feel of him, I was thrusting my hips back toward him. Soon, he had an entire finger in my ass and another deep in my sex.

I had to lean down with my head on the pillow to support myself while he ravaged me with his hands. I was his. In that moment, I completely belonged to my man. As it kept building, growing more and more intense, I began to whimper into the pillow. I couldn't help myself... "Mmmm. FUCK! Oh, Fuck my ass, Baby. Fuck my ass." It was more a response to the sensations than it was a command, but he complied with me nonetheless.

He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. From the lube and the way he'd been working his fingers, I opened for him with little resistance. His cock slid inside of me and I let out a loud cry of pleasure.

By the sounds he made, I could tell he was overwhelmed by me squeezing him. I could feel every strong pulse of his cock buried inside. The warm burst told me when he came in my ass, but I still needed him while he was hard and throbbing. I was desperate as I pulled forward and shoved my ass back hard on him. His balls bounced against my lips and my clit. That was perfect. He understood now, grabbed hard onto my hips, pulled me away then rapidly back. We had a steady rhythm of bouncing now. The slapping sound was wonderfully intense.

My orgasm hit and I screamed. Neil had heard me loud before, but this was another level. The orgasm crashed into me, as beautiful as it was violent. My whole body felt weak when I finally came down. I gasped aloud when his cock slid out of my ass. "Hold me, Baby," I whimpered. He was on the bed in seconds, wrapping his strong arms around me. Soon, I was cradled in his embrace, held secure and safe... so sweetly loved.

"Are you OK, Stella?"

"I'm wonderful, Sweetheart."

It was a while before I shifted, uncomfortable for being too long in the same position. I also needed to use the restroom. I took off the lingerie and came back to bed naked. Neil took his turn in the restroom. When he returned, he had a book with him.

As he got into bed, I turned onto my side and pressed my butt into him, with my back against his torso. I felt his arm rest comfortably on my hip. That's the good stuff. "What are you reading?" I mumbled sleepy into the pillow.

"Taran Wanderer, by Lloyd Alexander. It's part of the Prydain Chronicles."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, Taran spends most of his time wanting to be a great warrior, but this one is about how anyone can be great, even if he's just a farmer or pottery maker. It's one of my favorite books. I read it..." You might think I fell asleep while he was talking because he was boring me. It actually wasn't boring at all. I love hearing him tell me about his passions. The truth was, in that moment, with his body pressed against me, his hand on my hip and the thick comforter above us both, I was as comfortable and relaxed as I could possibly be.

*****

He'd set an alarm on his phone, which rested on the nightstand on his side of the bed. It woke me up, but I didn't move or open my eyes. Neil quickly silenced it and then I felt his hand caressing my hip and waist.

"Same rule as the ship. I like sleep. Don't wake me up to have sex. If you want to masturbate, go ahead."

The bed shook slightly while he pumped his cock. He stopped after probably about a minute then got up and went to the shower. I was quickly back asleep.

At some point later, I heard his voice, "Aunt Stella..."

"Yes?" I tried not to sound as annoyed as I felt, and I still did not open my eyes.

"Do you have an extra toothbrush? I forgot mine."

"Bottom right drawer," I grumbled.

"Thank you."

I was nearly asleep again by the time he finished getting dressed and ready for work. I was aware of him coming back into the bedroom and I briefly imagined I might grow irritated if he woke me again, but instead, I felt him lean over and gently kiss my forehead. He whispered, "Have a wonderful day, Aunt Stella."

I still didn't open my eyes, but I clutched my pillow a little bit tighter because of my adorable, thoughtful guy.

*****

That evening, I texted him the door was unlocked when I knew he was getting off work. I was on the couch when he came in, and I let him know I'd baked a frozen pizza and it was on the stove. He made a plate and came over to sit beside me. We chatted about how our respective days had gone, his interesting customers at the store and the projectss I was working on.

We agreed on a movie to watch, the new Ryan Gosling flick had just come out on streaming. Neil finished his food and set the empty plate on the coffee table. He asked me if I'd put my feet in his lap. I sat sideways, leaning against the arm of the couch. While we watched the movie, his hands moved about my legs and my bare feet. It wasn't a foot massage; his touch didn't have any real pressure to it. It was just relaxing, him wanting to touch me and feel my skin. I don't remember much about the movie itself, but it's been a while since I've enjoyed watching any movie that much.

*****

Sisters Brunch Day.

Although, we met at 1:30 in the afternoon, so I'm not sure it could accurately be called brunch.

Still, food and drinks and mostly meaningless conversation until Pam asked, "How's Neil's new job going?"

Sherri let out the most dramatic sigh, "I hardly know what's going on with him, lately."

Susan chimed in, "Always something with THAT boy."

I looked at my older sister, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Susan gave a dismissive shake of her head, as though the answer should be obvious.

Sherri went on, "He's barely been home the last week. He's sleeping somewhere else and he refuses to tell me where. He comes in the house before his shift, or right after he gets off, gets some things out of his room and then he's gone."

"How strange," Pam shook her head in disbelief.

I asked, "Why does he have to tell you where he is?"

If it were possible for a look to make a person smaller than my sister's glare would have shrunk me like Rick Moranis. "Because I'm his MOTHER."

"Yeah, and he's an adult."

"Who lives in MY house and I expect him to follow MY rules."

"Did you and he agree on those rules?"

"I don't care what he agrees to. I expect him to..."

"You don't CARE about him at all!"

Sherri stared at me, her eyes wide. I could feel the anger in heat waves coming off of her, "How DARE you..."

"Tell me I'm wrong, Sherri. Tell me you like having your son around. Tell me honestly you like spending time with him or that you've ever taken a MOMENT to even get to know him."

"I'm not going to listen to this..."

"Neil's been staying at my place."

For another moment, she was stunned into furious silence, "WHAT?"

"He's been sleeping on my couch at my apartment."

"Why?"

I shrugged, "I didn't ask."

"Tell him he needs to come home."

"I'm not TELLING him to do or not do anything. He's a grown man and he can do what he wants."

"Then tell him he's not allowed at your apartment anymore."

"No. He's my nephew. He's always gonna be welcome with me."

"This is not a debate!"

"You're right. It's not. You can't tell him what to do and you DAMN well can't tell me what to do."

"My SON is NOT going to end up a screw-up like you!"

There was silence between us. Pam and Susan stared, eyes and mouths wide in shock at what they'd just heard. For several moments, I just nodded my head, not as stunned as they were. I exhaled through my nose, stood up and fetched some bills out of my wallet. I tossed them onto the table, "I'll talk to you two later."

They were still too stunned to say anything as I walked away.

I grabbed my phone and sent Neil a text, "Hey. Call me when you can." He was gonna need to hear from me on this one. I sat, unmoving in my car for less then ten minutes before my phone rang.

"I'm in the back room. What's up?"

"Hey. Just a head's up. I told you mom that you've been staying at my place, sleeping on the couch."

"That would explain why she's buzzing my phone nonstop." Though the car speakers, I could even hear the vibrating noise. "There she is again. How did... ummm..."

"It was pretty bad."

"I'm sorry, Stella. Are you OK?"

I sighed, "Let's talk when you get off. Italian food OK for dinner?"

"Perfect."

"I'll text you the address. Have a great rest of your shift."

"K. Thanks for the heads up."

I felt so incredibly alone in that moment. The thing I wanted most was to be in his arms. It seemed it would be so easy to forget about everything if he was holding me. I drove to the parking lot of Rufino's and again, I just sat. I only had to wait a few hours, but it was so long. I couldn't bring myself to go anywhere or do anything, not even to scroll on my phone. I just sat there until, eventually, Neil's car pulled up to the space beside me.

He got out and hurried around to my door, his face full of concern. Evidently, I didn't look too great. I opened the door and he leaned in, "What's wrong?"

I threw my arms around him, realizing in all that time I hadn't even bothered to unhook my seatbelt. It was a very good hug, not quite enough to change the whole world... but enough for me. When we finally pulled apart, his eyes were glossy like he might cry. I smiled, a weak smile, but still genuine at seeing him. I placed a hand on his forearm, "I'm Ok, Sweetie. Really."

He nodded, accepting. "What happened today?"

"Let's get some food. I'll tell you about it inside."

I got out of the car and reached to hold his hand as we walked into the restaurant. For the moment, I just wanted to feel connected to him, his fingers interlocking with mine. I didn't care who saw us. We sat down and I recounted the interaction with my sisters between the bites of garlic bread that was slightly too hot to eat, but so delicious it was well worth the need to open my mouth to cool down after each bite.

Neil listened patiently, then asked, "Why would Mom say something like that to you? That's completely awful."

I nodded vacantly, considering how best to answer that. "Your mom is... the absolute picture of your grandmother. Sherri's the oldest daughter and she grew up having to take care of Bobby and Susan. I'm the youngest and I was always kind of a... misfit. I felt like I was always in my mom's way for one reason or another. Maybe with Susan, she was done having kids and then I came along later to surprise her. I never really knew why mom was always mad at me, but it always seemed to be something. YOUR mom, I think just dislikes me because her mom did, like that's the only way she learned how to be with me."

"I'm so sorry... That's... That's really sad."

"Yeah... Yeah, it is." I sat with that for a while. I didn't try to make a joke or brush it off. Neil was right. It was a sad thing. "You know... I don't think I've ever... said that to someone before."