The beginning
I sigh, scared of what may happen as the moving truck drives away. The boxes on my car, a few in my arms. I struggle to hold all three of them as I take my arm out and ring the doorbell. My legs shaking, both from fear and exhaustion.
The door swings open to reveal a tall, masculine girl, tan skin, beautiful sage-green eyes. And curly hair that goes to her chest. She glares down at me, her gaze intense and full of rage. Great, already off to a bad start.
Her eyes sweep down my body, pausing at my hips, a smirk twitching at the corner if her lips. Fuck. I look like a homeless man, I tried to dress well but I was in a hurry to get going, so I just ran out the door in a loose tank top and some knee length jean shorts.
“I’m Camila,” I say with smile, pushing my hand out for a handshake. Which she didn’t return, just blankly staring at my hand. I drop it quickly with a nervous chuckle. “the new roomate…” My confindence is immediately demolished by her rude demeanor, I speak lowly and shakily.
“Well, Camila, I’m Ansley.” Her voice is low and smooth, as if she doesn’t want anyone hearing but me. “That back there, my brother Andre.” My eyes widen as I look at the boy behind her, they look like gender swapped versions of each other. The same curly hair and green eyes, but his hair is just shoulder length. But it’s not really that I’m worried about, it’s the fact I thought I had two female roomates. Not a woman and a man. He’s going to be the only guy here.
“Come in, Camila.” The way she says my name is scary, it sounds like she’s disgusted because of it. Like she already hates me for no reason, like I did something to hurt her.
But I nod, slowly walking inside and shutting the door behind me with my hip. I then put my box down and stretch my free arms out. It felt like I was holding that box forever.
“Andre! The new roomie is here!” Ansley announced, sending an embarrassed shiver down my spine. I don’t like to be the center of attention, and that didn’t help me be any less seen.
His eyes catch mine and I wave with the most awkward smile on my face ever. “Hi, I’m Camila.” I say with a voice just loud enough for him to make out what I’m saying.
“Camila.” He says slowly, testing my name out on his tongue. He immediately looks disappointed and shakes his head. “I don’t like that, you’re Cami.” Why does he think he can just change my name like that? I mean, I’m fine with it, but what if I didn’t like to be called that?
“O-“ Fuck I’m stuttering “Okay, call me Cami, I guess…” He smirks at me, a mischievous smirk, like he knows I’m nervous and scared. His eyes piercing into my soul and knowing every thought that floats through it. I look around to see if there’s just something that’s close to me that he may be staring at but no. Just me, and myself, and I. So why would he look at me like that?
“I’ll show you to your room, Cami.” Ansley says, fuck she talks the same way as Andre. Something about the way my name—nickname…slips off of their lips sounds so…so…intrusive, like it enters my mind and repeats over and over. With no permission or anything.
I follow her up the steps and down the hall; I’m in the very last room. She swings the door open, the creak sending a shiver down my spine. I don’t know what I expected, they probably wanted the best rooms for themselves. So I can’t completely complain, they also deserve their comfort. And I’m just in their home, they did live here first. So I’ll keep quiet.
I finally snap out of whatever I was thinking about and see Ansley throwing my suitcase on the bed and slowly unzipping it. A smirk on her face because she knows she’s being nosy and I wouldn’t like it.
“Please…” I mutter, her eyes snapping up towards me. Her hands not stopping on the zipper. Still slowly moving. “don’t open it…” Her smirk widens and she bites her lip.
“Why? Something in here I can’t see?” She asks, her voice teasing. I shake my head, her hand almost completely done unzipping it. “Then there’s no reason for me to stop, hmm?” The hum at the end of her sentence sounded so perfect, but also like she was making fun of me. I slowly take a step forward and reach for her wrist right before she finishes unzipping it. Immediately flipping it open and grabbing the first little bag she sees.
She stands up and turns her back to me before hastily unzipping the bag as I try to get it away from her. She gasps as she sees whats inside the bag, immediately putting it back on the bed as it lie open. All of my vibrators and other…toys…out.
My face flushes and I quickly look away. Great first impression, Camila. I cover my mouth, my chest rising and falling faster than before. She steps closer to me, putting her hand on my shoulder and causing me to flinch. She looks down and shakes her head before bursting out laughing, interesting Andre as I hear his feet pad up the stairs. I jolt away from her and quickly slam the door. Leaning against it with my hand placed over the knob as Andre knocks on the door.
“What’s so funny?” He yells, sounding pissed that he can’t come in. I cover my mouth and look up with my eyes shut tight. Ansley is basically on the floor, still laughing as hard as she can. She slowly stops laughing, her chest heaving and hair tossled. She looks amazing. She steps closer and pulls my wrist, forcing me away from the door and onto the floor as she swings it open to let Andre in.
I almost scream, my hand clapping over my mouth. I can feel the heat in my face and it is most likely a bright red. I look down as he walks in and his eyes connect with my bed. The array of toys just sitting there. Out, on display. His eyes widen and a blush reaches his cheeks before his eyes drift to mine. A teasing smile reaching across his lips and I look away.
They whisper to each other about the situation and I slowly stand up and awkwardly stumble over to my bed before putting the toys back into their bag and putting it into my suitcase before zipping it up and pushing it to the ground before turning to them and seeing both standing less than three feet away. I flinch, Andre walks closer. Putting his hands on my hips. Ansley on the other hand, sits down on the bed and lies down right behind where I’m standing.
“So, wanna explain?” Andre asks, pushing me onto the bed and making me sit between Ansley’s legs before sitting on his knees in front of me and resting his hands on my thighs, his chin on my knees. Ansley’s hands stay behind her head as she lies with her legs spread, adjusting her hips every now and then. She finally sits up, so I’m basically in her lap, and she puts her hands on my hips before whispering to me.
“Yeah, wanna explain? Or were you gonna let us use them on you..?”
