Daddies Brat

Leslie

It was just supposed to be a one-time thing. Getting it out of our system so we could accept our roles as roommates, and nothing more. Then it became a two-time thing thanks to our hasty encore. And for a few days, I thought we could keep it that way.

Then Riley got home from class while I was in the kitchen making a salad. Nobody else was home. He must have known this from the lack of cars in the driveway, because he dropped his backpack, approached me without saying a word, and threw me up against the fridge before kissing me. We tore our clothes off, and then he lifted me onto the counter and fucked me hard and fast, like we could get caught at any moment. It was insanely hot.

Afterward, we quickly got dressed and watched TV from opposite sides of the living room-him on the couch, and me in the recliner. Avery got home a few minutes later, and we pretended like nothing had happened.

It was a weird not-relationship. Something like friends-with-benefits, except we weren’t really friends before this. Although we were slowly becoming better friends the more time we spent together. We just sort of… vibed together. Like we had jumped straight to Year Three of a friendship.

Or like we’re perfectly compatible.

I didn’t want to entertain that thought. We were roommates. If we tried to be more than that, and it failed, then things would become awkward around the house. Neither of us wanted that, even if we had incredible chemistry together.

But we’re already having sex, I thought while smiling at him from across the kitchen one evening. Is it that much of a stretch to become emotionally attached?

Fortunately, my class load was keeping me too busy to think about it excessively. Even after the first week, this semester was already kicking my ass.

I was sitting at the kitchen table one Friday afternoon, working on a term paper when Avery came home. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top, and was sweaty from his workout. He grinned broadly when he saw me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my clothes on to make a smoothie,” he said.

Trying to sound casual, I replied, “I don’t mind.”

He arched a brown eyebrow at me. “Oh yeah?”

Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. “I, uh, just meant you should do whatever you normally do. Don’t act differently just because I’m here.”

“I know what you meant. Just giving you shit.” He winked and began pulling out ingredients for a smoothie. I felt a pang of disappointment that he wasn’t taking a shower first, and then making the smoothie while wearing only a towel.

In between fantasizing about Riley, I had thought about that night at the party. The only reason I had hooked up with Riley was because he won a game of rock, paper, scissors. If Avery had won, he would have hit on me instead. And if that happened, how would I have reacted? I was too busy ogling Riley that night to notice, but Avery was absolutely gorgeous in his own right. The friendly boy-next-door who seemingly got along with everyone.

He looked up from his blender and smiled at me like he knew what I was thinking. I quickly returned my eyes to my laptop. He’s my roommate, just like Riley.

But I was sleeping with Riley, so…

“You doing okay?” he suddenly asked.

“Sure, all things considered. This semester is already kicking my ass.”

He pulled out a knife and began slicing something on a wooden cutting board. “Lame. I’ve got an easy year. I was red-shirted as a freshman, so this is my fifth year. I can pretty much coast until graduation day.”

“Lucky you.” I frowned at the cutting board. “What are you doing there?” He held up a piece of something small and yellow. “Cutting gummies into smaller pieces. They sell them in these big rings, but it’s way too much for one person.” He paused, then said, “They’re weed gummies. The kind with THC in them.”

“I knew you weren’t talking about regular gummy bears,” I said with a laugh.

“Do you… how should I put this. Do you partake in the sinful herb?”

“Do I smoke weed? Sure. I used to smoke a bunch when I was a freshman. Eventually it got in the way of my studies. When I get high, I just want to sit around and watch nature documentaries all day.”

“Nature documentaries?”

I nodded. “I can’t focus when I’m baked. It makes it tough to follow a show with an actual story. But a nature show with penguins and shit? That’s my jam. Especially if Morgan Freeman is narrating.”

Avery popped a gummy into his mouth and grinned. “I’ll have to try that. Usually I watch something silly, like Adventure Time.”

“Adventure Time?”

“It’s a cartoon,” he explained. “Episodes are only like eight minutes long, max. It’s the perfect high show.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Avery tossed the remaining gummy pieces into a glass container and snapped the lid. “If you ever want to smoke up, let me know. And if you need a gummy to help you relax, I keep it in stock, like toilet paper, or salt. There’s a shoebox under my bed. Day or night, help yourself.”

“I appreciate that,” I said. “If you ever need tampons, they’re under the sink in the bathroom upstairs.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

He almost spit out his smoothie at that.

“Or if you need something more applicable to dudes, I have a bunch of spare notebooks and test sheets. I bought an enormous pack of scantron sheets when I was a freshman, and I haven’t even used half of them.”

“Nice. I have two tests next week, so I will definitely take you up on that.” He leaned on the counter and gave me his best smile. “Hey, do you want to go get a beer tonight?”

The change of subject totally caught me off guard. I blinked at him a few times and said, “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Do you not like beer? We can get mixed drinks somewhere instead. I know a good place near campus that will take any fake ID, no matter how obvious.”

I grimaced. “I like beer just fine, but… we’re roommates.”

“Exactly,” he said smoothly. “We’re roommates. We should hang out. We don’t need to be, like, sterile around each other.”

Is he asking me out, I wondered, or just asking to hang out as friends?

Before I could respond, the door opened and Riley walked inside. I immediately could tell he was in a bad mood; he closed the door harder than usual, and barely glanced at the two of us before stomping toward the stairs.

“You okay, buddy?” Avery asked.

“Don’t want to talk about it,” he replied as he disappeared upstairs.

I shared a look with Avery.

“He’s been dealing with some stuff lately,” Avery explained. “I don’t know what happened to him today, but I have a guess.” “What kind of stuff?” I asked.

“Eh…” Avery withdrew a bit. “I shouldn’t say. You should ask him yourself. But maybe give it a few days so he can cool down.”

Riley remained in a foul mood all through the weekend. Harper and Avery went to parties Saturday night, and I hung out with Erin. But Riley stayed home. He hardly left his room at all, except to shower and eat. He wasn’t rude to me, but I could tell he didn’t want to be bothered.

Which meant he didn’t want to have sex.

Unfortunately, I was a woman of needs. Especially now that I had started having sex regularly again. It was tough to meet a new guy and sleep together three times, then abruptly cut it off completely. Throw in the stress from classes, and after a few days I was aching for it.

After dinner on Monday, I went into his room. He was lying on his belly in bed, a textbook open in front of him. “Are you doing okay?” “I’m fine,” he replied without looking up from his textbook.

“You’re fine all right,” I replied in what I hoped was a suggestive tone. “But I’m very much not fine, because I haven’t felt you inside of me since last week. How about we fix that situation tonight?”

Riley gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood right now.”

The rejection stung like a slap. “Okay. No problem. I need to study, anyway. Let me know if your mood changes.”

I went back into my room and closed the door. Even though Avery warned me that Riley was going through some stuff, it didn’t feel good to have a guy turn me down. Especially someone who I knew was just as into me as I was into him. I crawled under my covers and dragged my textbook into my lap.

But I didn’t want to study. I was too tense. I needed the sweet release that came from laying with a man.

So I decided to take care of it myself.

I plugged my white earpods into my phone, rotated the phone to landscape mode, and opened a porn site. The front page had a buffet of sexual options, but I was in the mood for something really naughty tonight. After some searching, I found a group scene that looked hot. Four guys and one girl. The woman had big fake boobs and what looked like a fake ass, but I wasn’t focused on her. It was the four chiseled men that stole my attention. One of them had long blond hair like Riley, and another guy kind of reminded me of Avery.

I slid my hand under the covers and into my sweatpants.

It didn’t take me long to get into it. The moans were music to my ears, and the way the four men took turns with the woman was exactly what I wanted to see tonight. I felt my climax growing rapidly, and I skipped ahead in the video. Now two of the men were taking her at the same time, filling her with their cocks like she was a freaking pincushion. I rubbed my clit faster while imagining myself to be in her position, wedged between the two men while they pumped with animal-like enthusiasm. A tingling sensation began spreading through my body as I began to come.

Then there was a loud knock on my door.

Already falling into a chasm of pleasure, I blurted out, “I’m… coming!” in a tight voice. As soon as the words left my mouth, the orgasm slammed into me like a storm. My eyes clenched shut and my back arched as I came, and everything hummed and vibrated.

When I opened my eyes, Avery was standing in the doorway. His hand was still on the doorknob, and his mouth hung open in shock.

Oh my God. How much had he seen? I was under the covers, but if he had witnessed my entire orgasm…

While trying to think of an excuse, my phone slipped from my hands. I watched helplessly as the cable to my earpods disconnected, and the phone bounced across the floor and landed at his feet.

Face-up.

With the sound now playing from the phone speaker.

“Oh, yes!” the woman in the video was moaning.

“You like two cocks inside of you?” one of the guys asked.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Let’s see if she can handle three.”

I couldn’t see what was happening, but based on her muffled moans, it sounded like a new penis was now occupying her mouth.

That knocked Avery out of his daze. He gave himself a shake, said, “Sorry!” and then ran from my room, closing the door behind him.