“Come on, dude,” says Chad with a whine. “We need a lad’s night out. We should go to the club tonight and look for a few gorgeous women and see where the night takes us.”
I stared at the reflection of my roommate, Taylor, who was reading on the couch.
I can’t help but stare at her; her black-rimmed glasses make her look like a goddamn sexy librarian. She has a fleece blanket over her legs and a baggy off-the-shoulder top that leaves her shoulder bare, showing off her rose tattoo.
“Dude, are you there?” Chad yells in my ear, which makes me jump slightly.
I shook my head and turned around, walking over to my bed.
I sat and stared at the floor.
“I’m here, Chad,” I said. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Chad was silent on the other end for a moment. “You are staring at her again, aren’t you?”
I groan out as I fall back on the bed. I closed my eyes.
“Dude, this is killing me,” I said as I opened my eyes. I stared at the ceiling.
Chad groans out, “Aid, you need to either ask her out or forget about her, you have been living with her for the last three years, and you have had this stupid crush on her since the day you moved in with her,” he says, “Look, I will come over, and we have a few drinks in the house before we leave, maybe, just maybe, Taylor will come out with us.”
“Do you think—” I said, but I could hear Taylor moan out. “FUCK.”
I got up and moved off the bed, and I couldn’t help but look in the mirror once again.
Taylor was on her phone, shaking her head.
I wonder what got her all hot under the collar.
“What the hell is going on over there?” Chad shouts into the phone.
I sighed as I watched Taylor get frustrated with whatever was sent to her on her phone.
“Ok,” I said to him, “We have a few drinks in the house, and we see what happens, but Chad,” I closed my eyes. “No funny business if I...”
“I know, but dude, you either need to get with her or get over her,” he says. “This is not healthy at all.”
My eyes never leave Taylor, who has now gotten back to her book.
“I will be there in about an hour,” he says and hangs up on me.
I move my phone away from me and throw it on the bed.
I have been living with Taylor for the last three years. I have been in love with her since the moment I met her. She was looking for a roommate as the house was too big for just one person, but also, there was an upside to it: the house is hers. She wanted to make extra money, and I needed a place to live as I was thrown out of the family home due to my father.
Taylor is not like any girl I have met before. She loves reading and works from home, but she runs every morning.
I walked over to the bathroom. I need to get showered and ready before Chad comes.
He figured out that I had feelings for Taylor the first time he met her.
She has a boyfriend who is a tool, Michael. She has only been with him for a few months. I can sometimes hear them fuck, which gets to me. I started to bring women back. The best part is, I know he doesn’t like me. He never liked that we were roommates; he gets jealous when I’m here and even gets possessive of her.
“BASTARD,” screams Taylor, who pulls me from my thoughts quickly.
I stopped in my tracks.
I walked over to the door, walked out of my room, and headed into the living area. I noticed Taylor was pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table.
“Hey,” I said, which startles her slightly.
She looks up at me. “What’s wrong?” I ask as I lean on the unit in the living room.
“Sorry, Aid, I didn’t mean to scream like that,” she says and stops pacing.
She drops her head and sighs. “Michael’s cheating on me; Bea sent me this photo,” she says as she walks over to me, holding out her phone for me to look at.
I take it and stare back at the picture. What an arsehole!
Michael has an arm around a woman in the picture, and his tongue is rammed down her throat. The woman’s hand was wrapped around his cock. They looked like they were in a restaurant or something. You could see what she was doing under the table. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what’s going on, and besides, it clearly shows in the photo what she is doing to him.
I looked up at Taylor. She didn’t look upset, but pissed off.
“I’m sorry, Taylor,” I said, handing back her phone.
“There is nothing to be sorry about, Aid,” she says as she looks at the picture once more.
She sighs loudly. “I was breaking up with him, anyway. We were never a couple; it was just sex.”
I couldn’t help feeling a little tad happy, but also sick at the same time.
“You mean he just came here to grunt a few times and leave,” I said out loud, which surprised me as I thought I clearly stated that in my head.
Taylor looks at me with a surprised face, but she bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re right, he only did that.”
“Saying that the women you brought back here liked to scream too,” she says with a smirk.
“Oh, I like to make sure they get fucked hard and have plenty of time to have more orgasms,” I say, lying through my teeth.
I always make sure I make them scream loudly to make Taylor hear them.
Sad, I know.
Taylor looks at me with a blush on her cheeks, “I...er...” she says, but her phone rings out.
“You know I could give you one hell of a night if you wanted,” I said, which made Taylor look up at me—speechless, didn’t cover it.
I move off the unit and step closer to her, and her perfume wafts up my nose, which instantly goes to my cock.
I lean into her. I have no clue where the confidence is coming from, but knowing I can affect her this way makes it more of a turn-on.
“I would love to hear you scream,” I said quietly.
Taylor gulps, “I..er..best...um...take this,” she says as she moves around me. I looked over my shoulder and watched her walk away.
“Hey Taylor,” I say, which makes her stop.
She turns to look at me; she flips her brown hair over her shoulder and looks at me, “Yeah,” she says quietly.
“I’m sorry for what Michael did,” I said. “Chad and I are having a few beers in the house if you want to join us.”
She smiles, “I don’t know, I think Bea will be coming here soon,” she says and sighs, “She seems to think I should go out, but all I want to do is stay in.”
She looks at me, “Maybe having a few drinks in the house will be fun,” she says and smirks. “Bea has a crush on Chad.”
I groan out, “Don’t tell him that; he has been on about pulling her,” I say.
She gives me a small smile. “Maybe we could set them up,” she says, “then maybe you and I can lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms to drink.”
I felt my cock get instantly hard at the thought of being on my own with her.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said with a slight smirk. “Chad wants to go out, but I think we can get them together, and Tay,” I said as I turned to walk over to her.
I stopped in front of her. “I would love it just to be us. I can make you feel good,” I said.
She clears her throat. “I might take you up on that,” she says, but she moves away.
“Well, I had best ring Bea back,” she says and turns away from me. She walked down the corridor and straight into her room. I moved to mine, but I looked towards hers and realized that she was staring at me.
I smile at her.
She nods and walks in, closing the door behind her.
I walked into my room and closed the door.
I leaned back on the door and closed my eyes.
I might have a shot with Taylor, after all.
I don’t want to be a rebound for her. I want her forever, but I know what will happen; I will think more about my dick than my head.
I walked over to the bathroom and headed straight in.
I need a shower and also play with my cock.
Taylor makes me think of things I want more of; a relationship. I haven’t had one for years.
I put the shower on while I undress.
I walked in and thought tonight was going to be interesting.