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This short is more about Marla’s sexual frustration than sex.
I was half-sleeping in the bathtub. My roommate came in and started peeing without noticing me there. She had her big headphones on and had the world happily tuned out. I smiled as she bopped her head a little and played something on her phone for ages after I heard her stream stop.
“So is this why the bathroom is always ominously occupied?”
Jorden started violently, like I’d jumped out of the tub and screamed at her. Breathing hard, she calmly pulled her giant headphones down off her head and stared wide-eyed at my breasts. She was so strange. I smiled at her.
“Wow, ok, hi there,” she said, bewildered. “Why didn’t you say something when I came in?”
I folded my arms across my breasts.
“I was half sleeping. Something like what?”
“Like…” Jorden scratched her head. “I don’t know. Like, ‘occupied’.”
I scratched my own head.
“Is that what you’re supposed to say when someone knocks on the bathroom door?”
Jorden looked at the door.
“Yeah, I guess. But I didn’t know. It was just wide open.”
“Yeah, I was home alone,” I said, and I played with the surface of the water from underneath with one hand, the other still covering me. I breathed in deeply, and a small pit formed in my stomach as I gathered the strength to say this next bit. “And maybe I was using that as an excuse to leave the door open while I’m naked. In hopes one of you guys came in.”
Jorden raised an inquisitive eyebrow. She was so gorgeous whenever she did anything with that face. She had auburn brown hair mostly dyed a deep orange and a few dreads here and there pulled back with the rest of her hair into a crazy messy bun. And she had a piercing in the center of her bottom lip; the girl was to die for.
“You were hoping… we’d want to shower with you?” Jorden tried to think of something to say next.
“Sure, yeah, that too,” I pressed, trying to confuse the poor girl further.
“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that very much,” Jorden said flatly and wiped herself quickly. She started collecting her plaid boxers from her ankles and fixing to leave me here in the tub. I rubbed the soft little hairs on my buzzed head, trying to think of ways to salvage this. She had only been my roommate a few days, after all. I was pulling this shit kind of early.
“He wouldn’t like that? Really?” I asked in genuine confusion. “Isn’t that, like… all guys’ literally wet dream? His girl foolin around with other girls?”
Jorden stopped in the doorway after washing her hands.
“I don’t know…” she seemed very bewildered by this sudden explosion of flirtation. I guess she’d missed the past 72 hours of constant sexual attention because I can’t been direct enough with it. “Maybe I’ll ask him.”
A week or two later, I caught Jorden coming out of her room in only her boyfriend’s t-shirt. It would have been obvious they’d just been fucking even if I hadn’t heard them both moaning, grunting, rocking the bed against my wall, and slapped wet skin rapdily. I was sitting at the kitchen counter eating a very late supper, and she was frozen in her doorway like I’d caught her doing something bad. I smiled. I guess we hadn’t established clear boundaries around how loud and obnoxious our sex was allowed to be in this smallish sort of apartment. I was only in my own pair of boxers and a tight black top that looked excellent on my deep brown skin. I felt hot and flirty–I liked that we were both staring at each other in this state of minimal dress.
“Just Loris.”
“Yeah, I’ve met your charming boyfriend,” I shot back with copious sass. Jorden tried to move but hesitated. I took another bite of my sandwich, and Jorden slipped behind me to try and get to the restroom before anything else could be said. “He sure loves announcing when he’s about to orgasm.”
“What?” Jorden paused and spun around just before the bathroom, but I knew she heard me. “It turns me on,” her voice squeaked, and she tried to disappear again. I smiled at her awkwardness. It was really working for me right now.
“Yeah, I get it. He’s cute about it too,” I said softly. “I just don’t see why he doesn’t return the favor.”
Jorden looked at me real confused-like.
“A favor?”
I put down my sandwich.
“Um, yeah. I mean, I can hear you say when you’re gonna spin around, put him in your mouth, climb on top or spit on it…”
Jorden’s face absolutely flushed. She looked like she was about to die of sexual embarrassment.
“…but you never say a word about how you’re gonna nut on him back. I’m starting to worry your straight-boy boyfriend doesn’t actually know how to make it happen.” I slapped the observation into her face and turned back to my sandwich. That was the end of the conversation for the night, but I’d been just cruel enough and planted the seed just right in her head. All I had to do now was wait.
It grew rapidly, and the flower started to really bloom about 36 hours later aksaray escort at an impromptu supportive gathering for our other roommate Wilta. All three of us had strange names; mine was Marla. Wilt and Jorden had been friends for ages, so they were mostly comforting each other, though lots of random friends and family of theirs were filling our tiny apartment to support them when Wilta’s favorite uncle had just died. I guess he had taken Wilt and her sisters in for a few years back in the day when her dad was getting super drunk and extra abusive. She saw him like the father she always wished she had, and even Jorden got pretty attached when she used to come over and he’d take them to ball games or to get ice cream when the walls felt like they were closing in. Jorden actually seemed sort of more affected than Wilta was. When she had to let go of short, plump little Wilta to let the girl hug her sister and cousins, Jorden started drifting between pairs of arms of alt, creative characters lining the walls of our smallish living room.
No one seemed to notice as she slipped into a hug with them–their attentions were captured by a story Wilt’s outgoing best friend was shouting out over the whole place. And she was doing a decidedly good job, too: breathing life back into stories Wilta had once told her of epic things she and Uncle Jon had done. But Jorden didn’t seem to like this bestie, even if she appreciated her loud stories filling and warming the dim area. She tried on so many kinds of friends and their hug types rather than tune in too closely. Jorden went chest-to-chest with Wilt’s teenage sister, buried her face in a cousin’s hard, fit man-chest, got an older woman’s arms wrapped fully around her neck, or picked up and squeezed a silent little toddler… but nothing quite seemed to latch right onto Jorden and her energy started to seem manic and uncomfortable. As everyone watched Wilt’s bestie, I watched one short-ish alt bunny bounce gradually more unhinged-like across our living room floor, until she fell quietly onto her ass on it, breathing somewhat rapidly, and there she finally saw me.
I was quiet and listening, sitting with my back to the wall space between a couch and a dresser; it made sense why her rapidly moving eyes hadn’t caught me before now. Wide-eyed and nearing desperate, Jorden got on all fours. I’d be lying if I said she didn’t look like a sexy cat solemnly stalking its prey with unclear intentions as she crawled over. I felt stirring in my netherrealms already, but swallowed my horny bitch impulses so I could try and be a better friend tonight for Jorden. My cute roomie spun around slowly and sat between my legs. I gently wrapped my arms around her chest like a seatbelt–one over her shoulder and one under her armpit on the other side. And I pulled her in close and squeezed tight like I learned in BJJ, and just like momma used to do when I felt like I couldn’t breathe. A big, heaving, much-needed exhale was forced out of the small woman. She smelled amazing: natural and like burned wood. I lowered my chin to her shoulder and rocked gently side to side. She held onto my arm with both hands up by her face and closed her eyes. I kissed her cheek before it was made salty by the first tear falling of the night.
“I’ve got you,” was all I said. Though I wanted to ask where in the fuck her boyfriend was. I found out later that he was visiting family out of the country, and it actually killed him that he wasn’t able to be here tonight to do this himself. I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t sort of happy her beloved partner couldn’t make it to comfort his babygirl on this night she needed him most. Otherwise, there’s no way she would have ended up in my bed cuddling me all night. And god, was her warm little body exactly what I’d been needing. I kissed her cheek about 115 times throughout the course of the night and tried very hard every time to make it seem like I was just being sweet and trying to comfort her when really, all I could think about was how damn close in proximity I was to those gorgeous, smooth, warm-looking rosy pink lips. They were small and shaped subtly, but they were to die for, I could tell already.
Jorden woke up literally on top of me. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t know how she got there.
“Um…” Jordy said and shook her head comically fast. I guess that was how the odd creature liked waking up quickly. I smiled as I saw the playful confusion enter her cranium. “How did I… did we…”
I lowered Jordy down off me by slipping her to my side. The pressure of her breasts on mine would be sorely missed, but I had a feeling it would be back before too terribly long.
“Did we what?” I asked with a cool, level head. “Have sex? No, haha. Girl, you don’t remember? You din even drink nothing.”
Jorden looked away with wild eyes.
“I didn’t, did I?”
I smiled at how ridiculous it was to forget something like that.
“I still feel hungover anyway,” she said and curled up intimately on amasya escort the arm that was still under her–the first sign of affection she’d shown me since needing comfort last night. My heart started picking up pounding hard and fast. Jordy bit her thumb and turned back to me, and I thought I might die and fall in love and explode all in that moment right there. “Maybe it was an emotional sort of bender,” she guesstimated. I was frozen. Jorden’s face was so close to mine. Inches from lip-on-lip contact, if only she dared to move forward only ever so slightly. I was giving her that “kiss me” face. I knew it. I held it for her. She was staring right at it. Jordy caught my eyes, and hers flashed down to my lips. I caught my cue and started craning my neck just right to close the space between us slowly. I was getting so close; my pussy tingled, and I had to keep from clenching my legs together as I felt her soft, warm, impossibly sexy breath coming out of her nose and gently tickling the tiniest hairs on my upper lip. At the last second, Jorden turned her face just barely to the sky. I froze with my lips ever so slightly touching the corner of her mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was so sexy I could easily have cum to the memory of it after with my vibrator if I wanted.
“I talked to Loris,” she said very softly. I was thinking this might still be on. Her tone was very much trying not to disrupt the intimacy of the moment. “I guess you were right…” her voice became so small, like she didn’t want to be heard but very barely. “He does like the idea of us taking showers together.” That didn’t come as a surprise. The boy was always eyefucking the both of us roomies whenever Jorden’s head was even slightly turned, though I don’t think he was the type to cheat or lie to her. Just horny and stupid, as many boys often were. Jorden’s face flew back, then dove in, and she softly pecked me. It touched me sort of between my nose and upper lip. Jorden bounced back far away with the kiss’s end and turned her head away and buried it into my chest just above my tits, and she hugged me. I smiled wide and huge like an idiot as she latched onto me and hid her embarrassed gay ass face. I tried to grab her wrists and unlatch Jorden so I could kiss her properly, but she really had such a grip on me. I got frustrated and shoved her head down, so her face was smothered between my smallish brown titties.
“Hmmm…” Jorden hummed into my breasts, and I busted out laughing.
“This a first for you?” I broke the tension, and Jordy finally pulled her face out. She looked up at me with her face beaming with a huge ass smile at me as big as mine was to the ceiling just moments ago when she’d kissed me.
“Nope,” she said confidently. Her head was cranked hilariously far back while the rest of her was still squeezed tightly against me. “I dated Amy for like, 6 years back before I met Lorrie,” she clapped back, and I was shocked. Amy was our roomie’s bestie–the one that Jordy was clearly jealous of and even refused to talk to last night. I’d figured she was just envious of her closeness and official best friend status with Wilty, but I guess there was more to it than that.
Jordy grinned smugly and pressed her face back into my top and smelled my titties. She knew she was surprising me with her lesbian confidence and seemed to really enjoy taking that gay power out from under me. I’d been foolish enough to assume her apprehension in messing around was rooted in sexual confusion and now I was paying the price.
“Six years, huh?” I asked and played with the autumn colors in Jordy’s long, semi-dyed, semi-dreaded little head. I paused, staring at the ceiling. “Did she at least make you cum?”
Jordy craned her head back again and had a smirk on her face. She froze once again in this ridiculous, hilarious position, and I was starting to fall in love with her adorable fucking pierced fucking face.
“Only about 15 times a day.”
Immediately, as I’m sure Jordy intended, I took that shit as a very personal challenge.
We didn’t touch each other for about two days. Loris had ditched his family to get back to Jordy ASAP, and though he missed the festivities, he made up for lost time by spending both nights in the bed on the other side of my wall fucking the brains out of the girl I was having more and more trouble getting off of my damn mind.
I kept bumping into Loris and ignoring him. I was being kind of a jealous cunt by then, even though his smile said he knew for sure that I’d tried to fool around with his girlfriend and he was very, very much, totally and absolutely 100% fucking about it. I tried to guesstimate how many times the young idiot had likely jerked off to the idea of us finally taking that shower together, naked and touching and wet and slippery and all. I wondered also if he threw himself into that fantasy sometimes. And what role he played it when he did. I wondered about it in so much detail, I realized I was probably fixating on this fucking idea more antalya escort than ever his one-track straight boy mind was probably capable. It was what I thought about it when I wanked first thing in the morning when I woke up, and the last thing I needed to picture for my late-night nut to drift off into the deepest deep sleep when I wanted the sweetest sweet dreams.
“What exactly is it that you want from her?” My gay best friend asked.
“Well, mainly,” I opened a packet of raw cane sugar and dumped it (bag number seven) into my tea like it was a very urgent, important thing to do. “I want her to nut in my mouth. Hard. And without much choice in the matter. Beyond that, I guess just fucking and fucking until she can’t walk or speak, but on that front, I am being patient. Mostly, I just need those pheromones.”
Franklinda sighed, and laughed at me.
“It’s good to see you craving,” he washed his sexy gaze over me–shamelessly flirting for no apparent reason. “Looks good on you. I’m glad that skinny little bitch has some kinda hold on you, darling. Someone’s got to. Unruly majestic cunt.”
My very bones warmed, and it had nothing to do with the tea. I loved–LOVED my best flaming boy-charmer.
“Oh, Frankie…” I snatched up more sugar packets and glanced about the little street we sat in–just off the curb of some tiny little cafe. “You always know just what to say.” Frank blew me a flirtatious, winky little kiss, then sank his attentions down deep into his phone. I was used to that kind of thing with him–my gossipy angel. I reached under the table and squeezed his thick thigh. He likely didn’t even feel it; we were so comfortable with each other. Or so I’d thought in that moment.
“It’s on the other side, dummy,” he joked, but I was zoning out into the crowd crossing the street away in the far distance. What was I doing? It felt like I was doing something in this moment. Was I hoping I’d see Jorden? Just up and zooming about in the busy daylight like any other person I just might run into?
“You’re doing it. You’re doing the thing. The thing I did for that single dad back in Milwawkee that you saw me doing and slapped me in the face. Should I slap you in the face?”
“No, cunty; our situations ain’t even comparable. You still can’t even remember his name, and my man-crush on Jordy is the stuff of Olympian legends. Leave it alone. And if you slap me, I’m stealing your man again and making him get me pregnant.”
Frankie sighed. “Oh, fuck you, Marla,” he smiled. I knew just where was most tender to sink my claws into; Franklinda wanted to become pregnant more than all the rich old white men in the world wanted to stick their fingers into sex trafficked underage little girls. “Fuck you and the rideshare you fell out of,” he smiled, and we clinked glasses.
“Hey,” I interrupted a few minutes of comfortable best friend silence. Franklin looked up from his phone. “Can I ask you a favor?”
One week later, I got a text: Amy Marie Palicky (maiden name Todds). 24 years old. Two-faced Gemini bitch. From Minnesota and moved to the city with Jordy a long ass time ago. They dated seven years, almost. Until Amy got super distant and manipulative and gaslighted your girlie into a depression she never fully came out of. Jordy liked her cause she was smart and fun, but it was all smoke and mirrors. She’s a compulsive liar, but not a particularly good one… even if she is pretty good with a crowd. Doesn’t come from money. Got married last year by accident. Not too bright, but doesn’t exactly seem evil. I wouldn’t worry about her, but I wouldn’t exactly invite her to a cocktail party either, hunty. She’s frightfully fucking boring. I smiled as most of my initial judgements and baseless assumptions proved well-backed by the greatest dirt-digger this side of the Atlantic.
Bless, angel, I wrote back, lying in bed and scrunching a pillow between my arms to keep my chin up this late at night. Btw how did you do it this time? And are you gonna let her down easy?
Girlie I told her 10 hours ago that I was moving to Wisconsin to go murder my ex-boyfriend and live in his farmhouse barn with all his kids and cow-turkeys. She should up her fucking game, fibbing like nibbas tryna whip it.
I smiled at the ridiculous text in my phone screen. It made no fucking sense, and I loved Frank for it. I love you, Franklinda, I texted in closing, and he texted back one emoji: an extra brown hand sporting one thumb, one pinkie, and an index finger–I love you in sign language. He never liked to say it back, but I knew it meant he meant it.
I rolled onto my back and sighed into the ceiling. I really did love him too. I loved that with as few words as possible, I sicced a gorgeous bloodhound on a poor innocent girl, and he probably became her best friend via some hilarious “accident” within six hours and had her life story (in great, juicy detail) within seven. It only took him so long to reply because he hates texting.
I reread the words I wouldn’t worry about her back and forth… over and over about 31 times before I realized all the blue light from my screen was gonna keep me from being able to sleep. I threw my phone across the room after making sure my alarm for the morning was set for work and got back to trying to fall asleep and dream of Jordy.