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I give a head-nod. I bend to grab the pillow off the floor. She stands up, strutting past me as I step into the room, barely pausing as I swat her ass with the pillow and she sucks a quick breath in. We trade a partial glance. I bite down on my grin. Reckon I hide my smile at least a little bit better than Romi does.
“Close the door for me?” I say.
Romi looks over her shoulder at me again for a sec. “Yeah, sure.”
I lie back in my bed. I’ll be the first to admit that I fucking love porn, but I don’t need it right now. My balls are drawn up tight and I’m so fucking hard. I’m a desperate man to free my dick and pull it raw to the images I just saw happenright hereand know already they will forever be branded in my head probably every fucking time I come from now on. Christ almighty, the way Romi would look with her legs opened up and arms overhead, her pussy spread wide and wet for me.
I crush my fist on my cock, imagining it’s her tight, hot cunt I’m pushing it into. I’d much prefer my hands on her thighs, her hips, her pert little titties, instead of on my own dick. Holyfuck. It feels so good though, to be picturing Romi, naked, while I strangle my cock. I’d free her hands too, coaxing that orgasm right out of her, that narrow, bare snatch pulsing hard and slathering my sex as I go for broke inside her. Shit. Oh, shit. I pump my dick faster. Harder. C’mere, Romi, yeah like that. Come for me. Come, pretty girl.
Fuuuuuck. Yes.
I don’t even try to hold back my loud groan as I make myself come hard like a motherfucker.
Of all the shit that could happen today, this was the last thing I could have prepared myself for. It isn’t unwelcome. Far cry. But, holy shit.
With my balls empty I should have a clear mind, too. Funny how that changes fuck-all for how I feel. I know, instinctively and immediately, that everything is changed.
There’s no going back to the way things were. There’s not even close to a way to go back. And I wouldn’t care to go back if there were.
Romi. Dammit. I want her bad.
~ * ~
Inevitably, around suppertime we run into each other again. After all we live together. She’s standing in the kitchen in an oversized shirt and a pair of very short shorts, presumably, hidden beneath. Cute bare feet on my nice tile floor. Long, lean legs. Fuck me.
Her hair is wet from her shower. And…gone. “You cut your hair?”
She startles at the sound of my voice, twisting around to glance at me. A warm tinted blush crawls up her cheeks. “Yeah.” She bites her lip cutely. “I don’t know if I did a good job or not.”
I step closer and look at the pixie cut. It suits her. Beautiful. More attention on her pretty face and big, doe eyes. “It’s cute as fuck,” I tell her honestly.
“Yeah? Thank you.”
“What’re you makin’? Smells amazing.”
“Just some green chili chicken soup. You want some?”
“Sure.”
She spoons some into a bowl and sets it on the bar top behind her, and then puts a spoon there for me. “Mmm. That’s good.” I greedily dive into it. Romi takes a more polite taste from her own soup bowl, standing on the other side of the counter facing me. I notice her eyes are not really traveling far from my face. “Go ahead,” I say with a half-full mouth, “ask your question.”
“So, um. That was two guys.”
“And a girl,” I add.
“Yeah…”
“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”
She bites her lip again, thinking. “It doesn’t matter or anything. I just um. Are you gay? You can tell me if you’re gay.”
I crack a smirk. “You’re asking because you know I’m going to tell you the truth.”
“Yeah. Guess so.”
Recognizing a teaching moment when I see one, I say to her, “That’s why you should always be honest with people. No matter what. You can have more meaningful talks, better relationships, stronger friendships.”
She nods, thoughtfully. Then she peers at me again with a coy little grin. “You didn’t answer the question yet.”
