Rules For Being My Roommate Pt 08

*** All characters in this fictional story who are engaged in any sort of sexual activity are over the age of 18, legal adults.***

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It's pretty much always a happy moment when I see my Neil at the end of the day. It's not like I spend the entire day missing him or pining for him. He and I are fine being apart, but I still just like it when we are together again. He greeted me as he came through the door and set his bag down. "Hello My Love. How did the bridal shower go?"

"Hi Sweetheart! Ok, so... I have a confession I need to make."

He looked at me, concerned, "Ok. What's up?"

"I may have... kinda... sorta... volunteered you for something and it might maybe be something that could potentially give you anxiety. So, I was thinking I might play with your cock while I tell you because then it'd be like a good balance. You know, you hear about something you have to do, you get a handjob. But then, I never want you to feel like I'm using sex to manipulate you or get you to do things you don't want to do. So, that's why I'm telling you all this. You can decide. I need to tell you about this thing I volunteered you for and it's up to you if you want me to play with your cock while I tell you."

He nodded slowly, his eyes blinking several times. Ok, yeah. It was a lot to process. I usually don't ramble like that. I mean sometimes, you know, when I'm feeling really... It doesn't matter. I was rambling and Neil was thinking it over.

"I'm a little torn on this one. I kinda want you to just tell me, but now that you brought up the idea of playing with my cock, I'm already getting hard and I'm pretty sure there's no WAY I'll be able to concentrate on what you're saying if you don't." He kicked off his shoes and began undoing his belt. I was thrilled, not quite giddy, but I had really, really hoped he'd let me play. Figured he would, but I'm glad I made sure.

He kept his shirt on, but unbuttoned and sat down, mostly naked on the couch. I curled up beside him with one of his arms around me. One of my favorite positions. I ran my fingertips along his erection. I felt him exhale slowly as he experienced my touch.

"Ok, so one of Carrie's bridesmaids, Hazel, just had a really bad break-up with a guy she was with for a couple of years."

"Oh. That's awful." The emotion in his voice, a stark contrast to the strong pulsing of his cock.

"Yeah. She's pretty broken up about it. Well, her boyfriend WAS gonna be one of the groomsmen. That's not gonna work anymore, so he's out and now there's more bridesmaids than there are groomsmen. So, Carrie's freaking out and I could tell she was kinda mad at Hazel, but didn't want to say so and Hazel feels bad but she didn't know what to do, sooo... I suggested you could be a groomsman." I gave Neil's cock a squeeze.

He took another deep breath in and out, "Huh."

"The girls weren't sure at first, but then I showed them the photo of you and I from the cruise and when they saw you, they got REAL excited."

"Really?"

I stroked the underside of his shaft. "Oh yeah. Those girls think you're WAY HOT."

I saw him grin and I felt another pulse in him, "So what exactly do I have to do?"

"Well, we'll have to fly out probably two days earlier. Carrie and Luke have a full week of fun-filled wedding party activities planned." I rolled my eyes when I said it, but I actually didn't think they'd be too bad. "Then, on the wedding day, you and Hazel walk up the aisle together. You stand on the groom's side during the ceremony, walk back down the aisle with Hazel, probably sit at a long table at the reception then, that's it. Does that all sound OK for you?"

"Sure... Yeah... Absolutely."

I kissed him on the cheeks, "Thank you, Sweetheart. You are an absolute angel."

He laughed, "Says the woman with my cock in her hand."

"Mmmm. I LOVE having your cock in my hand." He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. We started to make out and I took to pumping him in earnest. I drank in his moans, my tongue dancing with his until I felt him coming on my hand. He laid his head against the back of the couch and let out his deep, satisfied sigh. God, do I love that sound.

"Do I get a turn on you now?"

"Actually, can we take a rain check? We need to get you a suit to match the other groomsmen. The shop's still open if we head out now, and when we get back, you can have your way with me. Is that OK?"

He laughed, "Yes. That's fine, but I am going to hold you to that later."

*****

Fortunately, my cousin Carrie does not have terrible taste. I have been to some weddings where it was like the bride hated her friends and wanted to put them in the worst things imaginable. I don't understand why you would do that. I mean, do you enjoy looking at photos of your bridesmaids in hideous pink flowery polka dots with more ruffles than a flamenco dancer? Regardless, Carrie had at least been kind in terms of color scheme. The groomsmen would wear dark green shirts with charcoal gray suits.

Neil's was a pretty common size, so we were able to get the suit that fit him pretty quickly. He showed me when he tried it on and DAMN did my man look good. I felt suddenly warmer he looked so good.

We got dinner and went home, where Neil said he wanted me on his face. Yes Sir! My knees spread on either side of his head, I lowered myself down onto him and felt his tongue ravaging my clit. The position spread my ass cheeks so his arms wrapped around my thighs and his fingers found their way inside me from behind. It was incredible!

I wanted to give his cock some attention as well. Reciprocity is fair after all, but with the things he was doing to me, there was no possible way I could concentrate. I would manage to lick him, or keep him in my mouth for a few seconds, then a bolt of pleasure shot through me that made my whole torso tense.

I tried to play with him using my hand, but I couldn't even grip him very long before he would move his wonderful tongue in a way that was suddenly overwhelming and I'd have to brace myself with both hands on his thighs. I can only imagine how that must have felt to him, but he was undeterred.

It was a phenomenal orgasm when it came. I felt the pleasure as long as I could take it, then urgently tapped his thigh. Ok, it was more of a frantic slapping, but it got the message across. He pulled his mouth away from me and rested his head against my bare thigh. I took hold of him and furiously stroked him. It seems I'd been at least somewhat effective on him because he came very quickly. I was relieved. There are time for going slow, but my wrist could NOT handle it at that moment. I collapsed on top of him and laid there for a few beautiful moments.

I did have to move at some point though. My legs felt a bit like jello, which made it delightfully ungraceful when I rolled off of him, but after some shuffling, I was in his arms again, with the wondrous feeling of him holding me.

*****

It was easy enough to move the flight around. We took a taxi to the airport and made our way through the throngs of people. Neil had been prepared, but I could still see it hit him hard. Airports are particularly people-y, which left Neil very anxious and uncomfortable. He was wearing headphones to try to tune out some of noisy chaos, but he was on visibly on edge the moment he stepped out of the car.

We did our best to avoid bumping into other people as we walked back and forth through the winding queue toward the grumpy TSA agents who made sure we were in fact the people on our ID's. We stuffed our bags onto the conveyor belt and raced to grab our things and get out of the way of the annoyed travelers behind us.

Yes, this is what we all go through, but it does seem to affect Neil more than most. It was strange seeing him this way again. In the time we'd been together, Neil had grown a lot. I'd watched him becoming more confident, self-assured and generally more comfortable in his surroundings. He still had moments though, times he would get overwhelmed by... everything. Unfortunately, he just had to get through it.

I knew there wasn't much of anything to be done to make it easier on him. I definitely knew it wouldn't do good to keep checking on him or asking if he was all right, but I did keep an eye on him. His eyes were wide, constantly scanning the area around him the way a deer scans the forest for danger in those nature documentaries.

When it came time to load the plane, I suggested we hang back a bit instead of boarding as soon as our group was called. There were too many people for us to stay completely out of the way, but there was less of a crowd to fight through. Our seats were most of the way to the back of the plane. We had to shuffle down the narrow aisle, making the irritated passengers have to lean out of the way so we wouldn't whack them. Then, we were seated, me in the middle with Neil on my left.

On my right was a lovely Samoan woman named Apelu. Her arms were covered in ornate tattoo patterns, and her dark hair was held up with clips shaped like flowers. She told me she was flying with her husband and her kids. Someone had kindly offered to switch seats so she could sit closer to them, "Not a chance. My husband can deal with the tamaiti for a little while. Alu ese ma a'u. Manuia lau malaga! Good luck, man. Have a nice trip!"

Then, she burst out with raucous laughter, proud of and amused by herself. I looked over to Neil, whose stare was fixed on the small window where he could just see the mountains passing below us. He was quietly singing, or perhaps reciting a poem he knew, "Far over Misty mountains cold. Through dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day, to claim our long forgotten gold."

A smile spread on his lips and he looked at me from the corner of his eye, "I probably shouldn't sat the next part while we're on an airplane over a forest."

I whispered in his ear, "What's the next part?"

He whispered back, "The pines were roaring in the on the height. The wind was moaning in the night. The fire was read. It flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with light."

I grinned and nodded, more a reaction to his amusement than my own. I rested my hand on his knee. Neil was dealing with his anxiety by being in another world. I was happy for him, but the truth was that my own thoughts were giving me a different sort of anxiety.

We were going to see our family this week. That thought had me very nervous. The last time we were all together didn't go well. In fact it went so badly that Neil and I moved to another state. What would they say to me? Would they even acknowledge me at all or just avoid me like some kind of plague? Would they keep the kids from talking to me? That was probably the biggest worry for me. I had missed those kids so much these past few months. I went from seeing them every other week or more to... this. I hated knowing that there was a real good chance that my siblings had taught those kids to hate me because of who I love.

So many questions tossed about in my head and I was so scared of having the answers.

*****

The plane landed. I gave Neil some chewing gum to help with the pressure change in our ears. Got our bags and headed to the pickup area. The wedding was being held at a resort so big, they had a designated shuttle at the airport just for resort guests. We got on the bus, which had a small video screen attached to the ceiling above every other seat. Some upbeat elevator music played and the screen faded into some flyover footage of the resort.

A friendly voice came through the speaker, "You're on your way to Luxury Lodge. In just a few minutes, your incredible vacation will truly begin. Let's take a look at some of the amazing things you can experience at our wonderful resort." There was stock footage of every feature and amenity the resort had to offer: the spa, the arcade, the five different restaurants and several different bars, the karaoke lounge and multiple pools, even the gift shop was featured. And of course, the video was perfectly timed so that right as the bus pulled through the front gate, we heard, "Congratulations. Your journey is nearly complete and your Luxury Lodge vacation is about to begin. Thank you so much for joining us... and Welcome Home!"

The bus parked, we all unloaded, got our bags and went inside to the front desk where our room was already available. Since we were part of the big wedding group, the resort had put a rush on our rooms. We opted to head straight there.

"How you feeling, Handsome?"

Neil set his bag down and collapsed onto the sofa, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah?" I walked to him and sat down on his lap, taking his face in my hands to kiss him. His hands caressed my waist. It was a slow kiss, deep, passionate and romantic. His touch moved all about my torso and my back.

I was ready to move to the bed and it was as if Neil could read my mind. His hands slid down beneath my butt and he stood, lifting me up. I giggled a bit and clung to him until he set me down on the edge of the bed. We watched one another with hungry eyes while we shed our clothes.

I spread my legs and he knelt down between them, his cock soon teasing my lips. I ran my hands along his chest, and up to his face as he slid inside of me. My eyes closed and my head went back at the sweet sensation of him filling me up inside. His hips thrust in and out of me, my sex pulsed and squeezed him.

He controlled himself, keeping a steady rhythm and watching patiently for me to come first. It was a small orgasm for me, pleasant if not earth-shattering. He gushed into me moments later. I held his face again. Our eyes locked together in that romantic intimacy. He stayed inside me until he grew soft.

"Good way to start a vacation, Handsome?"

"Can't think of anything better."

We got dressed and headed back down to the resort lobby. We intended to look around a bit, but we soon heard a loud, excited, "STELLA!" Carrie was rushing toward us with her gaggle of bridesmaids. "Oh. I'm so glad you both made it!" It's difficult to describe her voice. Everything she says comes out a bit melodic, not a song but overly dramatic. For me, at least, women who talk this way are... trying. Not saying it's like nails on a chalkboard, but it is... a lot. Most of her bride tribe talked the same way.

She hugged me, then burst out, "And YOU must be NEIL!" She threw her arms around him.

"Hi Carrie."

"Thank you so much for stepping in this week. You really are my hero."

While he introduced himself to the other women, Carrie whispered to me with much less subtlety than I imagine she thought she had, "Look at you with this young hunk. You GET IT, Girl!"

I realized that she didn't recognize him. That made sense. She hadn't seen our family in several years and he was much younger at the time. She and her bridesmaids just thought Neil was my young boyfriend rather than Carrie's distant cousin. I felt very fine with that and didn't consider it important to bring to anyone's attention.

Hazel seemed shy, a bit nervous to meet Neil. I could see the way she was rubbing her forearm and keeping her shoulders in, trying to make herself small, "I'm sorry you had to change your plans and come here early."

Neil answered, "Nothing to be sorry for at all. This place is amazing." He paused a moment, staring at her, "And it's really lovely to meet you Hazel."

She was meeting his eyes with a deep expression.

"OK!" Carrie got everyone's attention. "Tonight, now that we have everyone, we are doing karaoke." The women echoed their agreement, then moved off in a herd, linking arms and shuffling together.

Neil's eyes went wide a moment as we followed along behind them. Hazel walked beside me and whispered, "I really do appreciate you both filling in for Ted."

"Of course, Hon. We're happy to... How are YOU doing?"

She sighed, "I'm... trying. It's hard to be here by myself."

"Sweetie, you're not by yourself. Neil and I are here if there's anything you need, Ok?"

She gave a bashful nod, which gave me a thought I wasn't prepared for, "This girl is seriously cute."

The karaoke room was just opening for the evening. The Bride Tribe took up a table front and center near the stage. They couldn't all fit, so Hazel sat with Neil and I at a table close by. Jill, the Maid of Honor, waved for a server to bring out a tray of colorful, fruity drinks. We went for some appetizers to share.

Jill was the first to take stage. Naturally, she kicked things off with Shania Twain's "MAN! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN." The girls hollered and WHOO'ed and shouted along with the lyrics like "HAVE A LITTLE FUN!" It was boisterous and it was loud. More than once, Neil made eye contact with me to silently mouth, "Wow." I knew precisely what he meant, and he wasn't wrong.

He spent most of the time talking with Hazel, though they had to keep their faces close to hear each other over the music and the WHOOing. I couldn't hear the majority of what they said, but it was very interesting to watch their conversation. I mean, I wasn't just staring at the two of them. I was still watching whichever new singer was on stage, and keeping engaged, but I could see the way Hazel would move her hand slightly in front of her as she explained things like her job and where she'd grown up. Neil was smiling brightly and nodding along with everything she shared, listening as though she was the only person in the room despite the hectic environment.

There were plenty of other guests in the crowd besides Carrie's group. A gray-haired Asian man was on stage performing an extraordinary rendition of Seal's "KISSED BY A ROSE." I was thoroughly impressed. As he finished, Luke, Carrie's soon-to-be-groom, came in with his gang of groomsmen. They greeted everyone at the bridal table, which somehow got even louder.

"Oh! Baby, Baby! This is Stella's boyfriend, Neil. He's gonna be your groomsman!" She wasn't so much pointing at Neil as she was waving her hand frantically in his direction.

Neil waved then Luke shook his hand in a way that was somehow both friendly and aggressive. I saw Neil blink several times in reaction after Luke immediately turned back to the women's table.

Ron, the Best Man, was next to take the stage. He sang Marvin Gaye's "LET'S GET IT ON!" pointing at the bridesmaids. They cheered excitedly as he gestured in the air as if he was caressing a woman. I'm not sure if he was dating any of them or trying to find company for the night, but he was very popular.

Carrie was after him. She chose the Spice Girls, because... of course she did. She pointed at Luke as if this anthem was her personal message to him. "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends." She gestured to all of the bridesmaids, who put a hand to their chest and nodded along as if they might tear up. She reached down to hold Jill's hand so she could sing the next part directly to her, "Make it last forever. Friendship never ends!"

Good grief, they were earnest!

I couldn't think of a time I'd heard someone sing this without being ironic or sarcastic. Like Neil said... Wow.

It wouldn't be karaoke without a bald man singing Frank Sinatra's "I DID IT MY WAY." After that, the women decided it was Hazel's turn. She looked suddenly horrified, shaking her head in protest, but they were not having it.

Neil leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She nodded as he gestured his head toward the stage. She looked nervous, but got up with him and walked to the stage to the sound of the women cheering. The music counted down and Neil let out, "You see a faded sign at the SIDE of the road. It says fifteen miles to the..."

"LOVE SHACK!"

My jaw dropped. If you had asked me what I thought Neil might voluntarily choose for Karaoke, in a hundred years, I would not have guessed the B-52's. He wasn't singing as much as flamboyantly shouting in an exaggerated impersonation of Fred Schneider. The whole crowd loved what he was doing. Hazel was quite timid at first, but within about a minute, she was boldly belting it out, "Love Shack! That's where it's at!"