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The phone rang again, distracting me from my roommate. On the plus side, at least he’d be occupied long enough for me to finish working without being paranoid about him listening to me on the other side of the door.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. This is Natasha; what’s your fantasy tonight?” I asked, trying to ignore the laughing and thumping around coming down the hall as O’Shea and his one-night stand made their way to his room.
“Hi, Natasha. I’m Dylan.”
“Nice to meet you, honey. You’re right on time; I’m soaking wet for you.”
He was quiet for a moment. “My girlfriend broke up with me.”
Well then.
“Oh,” I said. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Dylan.”
He sighed. “I should’ve seen it coming, you know? I’m so bad with women,” he said. What the hell was I supposed to say to something like that? I was supposed to be talking about sex; I didn’t know what to say to a guy dealing with a broken heart when I was still dealing with my own.
“People can be weird, you know? I don’t think you should blame yourself or think you’re bad with women—”
“She left me because she says I don’t last long enough for her. Even called me a fucking minute man, the bitch,” he said, his tone bitter.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sure you’re far for a minute man. In fact, I’m already imagining you pounding my sweet pussy,” I said, trying to put this conversation on track. No sooner than the sentence left my mouth, a loud moan came from O’Shea’s room. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“Oh yeah? That’s hot. Tell me what else you’re imagining then, sexy,” he said, his voice sounding lighter than it did when he talked about his ex.
“Um,” I stammered, becoming distracted with the sounds coming from O’Shea’s room. I’d never noticed how thin the walls were since it was only me, but even with a bathroom separating our rooms, I could still hear his date as if he were right next door. I’d definitely have to talk to him about that in the morning. “I’m sure you feel amazing. I bet you could make me scream your name as you fuck me.”
“Hell yeah, I’d make you scream, baby. What are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing a sexy lace nightie with no panties,” I purred, getting off my bed and moving to my full-length mirror. I wish I could afford to get some of the things I tell these men I wore, I thought with a sigh as I examined my tank top and shorts.
“That’s so sexy. I wonder what that pussy of yours tastes like,” he murmured, his breathing becoming a little quicker.
“I bet it would taste amazing after you fuck me and make me come,” I replied.
“OH YES! YES! FUCK ME!” I heard from down the hall. I ground my teeth and tried to focus on my call.
“Oh yeah, baby. I want you to sit on my face and let me get all those juices on my—”
“Please wait,” the operator said when the caller’s prepaid time ran out. After a few seconds, the line went completely dead, indicating that he didn’t pay for more time.
“Thank God that wasn’t Avery,” I muttered to myself. I decided to turn my line off for the night. It wasn’t like I could concentrate anyway with my roommate going to town on his new conquest down the hall. I crept out of my room and made sure the front door was locked before going back to my room and settling down in bed. As O’Shea’s rendezvous went on, my mind went back to Avery. His voice gave me goose bumps and made my core clench with need with the simplest words. Our conversation was still fresh in my mind, imagining everything he said he’d do to my nipples and how he’d fuck me so hard and make me come multiple times. A tingling sensation settled between my legs. God, how pathetic had my life become? I’m fantasizing about a man that was probably in a relationship and lived God knows where in this country. I rolled over on my side with a sigh, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to block out the noise from my roommate.
One month and thirty days…
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My eyes snapped open the moment I heard him whistling in the hallway the next morning. I scowled as I jumped out of bed, grabbing my robe from the back of my door before opening it. Following the sound of the whistling, I found him in the kitchen, bent down to look in the refrigerator.
“Yeah, hey. I’m Ashton, you know, your roommate?” I snapped, folding my arms across my chest.
He lifted his head and nodded. “Uh, yeah. We met yesterday,” he said, turning back to the contents of the refrigerator. I continued staring at him in disbelief. The nerve of this cocky son of a bitch.
“So one thing I can tell you is that hearing you with your conquest of the night is the last thing I want to do when I’m trying to sleep,” I finally said.
“She was hella loud, right?” he asked as he took a juice carton out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. “I thought I was going to go fucking deaf—”
“I’m not joking, O’Shea.”
“Neither am I. My damn ears are still ringing,” he said, grabbing a glass from the drain basket on the counter. He was dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit stained with a few dark grease stains and black sneakers.
