Roommates, Chapter 2, “Second Hand Rose”

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Doug and Emily lolled naked on her futon during the half time of the football game, resting from their sexual exertions the night before, that morning, and earlier in the afternoon. His cell phone rang.“Hi, dear,” he said. A pause.“Yeah, I’m free. I’ll be right over.” He hung up the phone.“Sorry, I have to go,” Doug said to Emily. “My girlfriend is back in town.” With that he got up, put on his pants, leaned over, kissed her cheek, patted her left breast, and said, “I loved it. We’ll talk later.” And he was gone.She lay there, speechless, her legs still parted in anticipation, her mouth open in surprise. She had land fantasized about a future in which he was her devoted lover, her companion, hers! It took a while to get her mind around the contrary. He wasn’t hers. She had only been entertainment for a night and morning while his girl friend wasn’t around. She was sad and angry, angry at him, but mostly angry at herself. “I deluded myself,” she thought, “What a dimwit I was — to have imagined that sex with him meant anything.”She reset her mind. It was a one-night stand. That’s all — but she didn’t behave well those first few days after Doug and she had sex. She feigned bored indifference when he kissed her on the cheek and patted her rear. But she wanted him. Again. Her anger came out when Jason, their other roommate, left a dirty plate and glass on the stairs. “What is this!” she shouted. “What am I? The house maid?”“Sorry,” he said humbly. Jason was too sensitive for his own good, a pleasant young man who seemed not to have a mean bone in his body. A quiet bookworm, he treasured the harmony the three of them enjoyed in their shared townhouse.Emily dissolved into tears. She hugged Jason. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”“Hey, let’s have a beer and talk about it.”They walked to the sidewalk café down the street, sat at a table, and Jason ordered two beers. She didn’t dilly dally around. “I fucked Doug and now he’s gone back to his girl friend. I feel used.””Did you enjoy it?” he asked.”Oh, yes, way too much. It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my miserable life.” She was feeling sorry for myself.”Doug likes you, Both of us really like you.” Jason said. “But Doug loves his girlfriend. He can’t break up with her now — or maybe ever.””I just wish I didn’t take sex so seriously.” The talk with Jason has helping her get her emotions on the table.”It was a beautiful experience for him, as well as you. You’re a sweetheart, Emily. And emotionally vulnerable, it seems.”She was a little angry at that. “I’m not vulnerable. I’m a Ph.D in physics. I’m 28 years old. I know what casino siteleri makes the world go round.” That sounded so absurd that she laughed in spite of herself.”Then enjoy what the world offers, sweetie, nothing is perfect.” He sang the line from the Rolling Stones tune, “You can’t always get what you want.” She joined him on the next line, “but if you try you just might get what you need.” Jason could sing. She liked to sing.She laughed again. She felt better and changed the subject from her misery to him. “What about you and your girl?””It’s complicated and conflicted, just like your love life. We’ve been going together since college. She’s the only girl friend I’ve ever had.””You’re kidding me. You mean the only one…sex?””Yes, the only one….sex.”She laughed. “Compared to you I am a woman of the world!””Come on,” he said, “Let’s go home. We’ve got to work tomorrow. I hope you feel better.”As they walked down the street toward their townhouse, he commented further. “Look on Doug as an almost married men. Have you ever had sex with a married man?””Once. It lasted two minutes and I never saw him again,” she laughed.”Doug is better than that — but he’s in a committed relationship, like a marriage. You can only have him part time.””Thanks for the insight. ” she said, as he unlocked the door of their townhouse.They walked up the stairs together, holding hands. She kissed him in front of his room on the second level, turned and began to walk up the stairs to her loft on the third level. “Em,” he said.She stopped. “Yes.””You’re beautiful and very sexy. Please don’t be sad. Doug and I love you as our roommate.””I love you too. Both of you. I’m just trying to get my head around this situation.” She continued up to her room.She relaxed after her talk with Jason. Doug and she had spent a playful, enjoyable night together. So be it. She wasn’t going to be a clingy, dependent female. Doug, doubtless primed by Jason, sought her out the next night and they joked and laughed together on the sofa. But when he said goodnight, kissed her, and said, “I loved our night together, Emily,” she almost collapsed into tears.Time healed the wound and the bittersweet memory of her night with Doug faded and once again they were just roommates.Emily took up self-improvement projects. She quit eating biscotti with her cappuccino during her walk to work every morning and she walked more briskly. She ate carrot and celery sticks with diet ranch sauce for lunch. She did bending and stretching exercises before she went to bed. In a couple of months, she achieved her goal of ten pounds güvenilir casino lost. That put her at 140 pounds, fine for her height of five feet eight inches with big bones, 36-D breasts, and ample hips.Jason came home one evening while she was in the kitchen eating dinner alone. He opened the refrigerator, took out a beer, and sat down beside her at the table. “My girl friend is cheating on me.”“How do you know?”“She told me. She said she wants to have some experiences before she settles down with me. She’s met another man,” he added. “She’s had sex with him.” Jason was stricken with grief.“Poor, Jason.” She gave him a hug. He was sweet, thoughtful and nice – the very things that would inspire some women to cheat on him.She went to bed with Jason that night.                                                                                ***Jason became hers. All hers. Too much hers. Devastated by the desertion of his girl friend of six years and enamored of his sudden access to a fresh woman he became a needy, dependent, sex machine. He wanted sex, and he wanted it all the time. For the first few days she was flattered. She had never had a man whose desires for her were so consuming and insatiable. Emily, nerd since birth, felt like a sex goddess.She didn’t hide her romance with Jason from Doug. A few days after their first night together, Jason and she were in the hot tub together, she sitting on his lap enjoying the feel of him inside her, pumping up and down gently, working her way toward a climax. Suddenly, Doug opened the door and stepped out on the deck. “Oh, excuse me.” he said, turning around to leave.Jason shrunk down in the tub, but Emily, cool as a cucumber, turned her head around to face Doug, her large, wet, slippery breasts exposed, and said with a giggle, “No problem.”“I was just going to say hello. But it looks like you two are busy,” Doug said with a smirk. “I’ll see you later.”“Ciao.’ She gave him a wave and squeaked in ecstasy as she brought her hips down hard on Jason and his penis penetrated deeper into her.She felt both gratification and sadness as Doug went away. She pushed the thought out of her mind that she wished it were he.Her relationship with Jason was pleasant, but too intense. She liked him, She liked having sex regularly. She wanted the relationship to continue, but she needed to dial it down a notch. Jason was a charming, immature boy. He had to be discouraged, but not dismissed.She cut him off on weeknights. She laughed and joked about his permanent erection and his marathon performances in bed, but after a week of kidding canlı casino around, she got to the point. “It’s got to be quick tonight,” she said. “I have a big project and I have to get up early and work.” She took his penis in her mouth and sucked it briefly, then climbed on and rode him hard, her breasts flopping in his face. “Come in me, come in me,” she exhorted him and he did. And she did. And she climbed off and said, “Shoo, now. I’ve got to go to sleep.”He was surprised at being dismissed, but he dutifully retired to his own room. After that, she found excuses to fend him off most weeknights. Their sex was mostly on the weekends.Then there was Doug. Her expectations had cooled but she still wanted him, often fantasizing that it was him in bed with her rather than Jason. Doug and she had become comfortable with each other just as friends, but with a bit of sexual tension between them. Or maybe a lot.Doug came up to her loft one night to watch television. Jason was out of the house. They shared a bottle of wine and had a good time chatting until Doug, suddenly, planted a wet kiss on her lips. “Oh,” she said, pulling away about one millimeter. “You shouldn’t have done that.”“No, I shouldn’t. But I’ve wanted you ever since that night—““That night you fucked me, but you had to leave the next day when your girl friend called you. I remember it well.”“That was a bad scene. I’m sorry about that.” He nuzzled her neck with his nose.“So, now, you’re lonely and horny. Three months later.”“Yeah.” He was licking her neck now. She should have pulled away.“Well, we can’t fuck now,” she said definitively. “Jason may be home any minute.”“But you want to?”“I didn’t say that.” His tongue was in her ear. “Besides, I’m on the rag.””That doesn’t bother me, if it doesn’t bother you.”“No way. I don’t want to get blood on my futon.”“I’ll get a towel.” His hand was on her breast and they were cuddled up, still sitting, his lips moving up and down her face.“No!” she said. “Not a chance.” But she was laughing.“Oh, God, I want you Emily.”“More than you want your girl friend?”“Right now I want you more than any woman in the world.” He thrust his crotch against her and she could feel him hard beneath the fabric of his blue jeans.“You are full of it,” she said.“Yes,” he agreed, “and you would enjoy it. As you did the first time.”“Don’t flatter yourself.“You didn’t fake those orgasms. How many were there? Three, four?”“Five. I’m a fucking mathematician. I counted.”“You were awesome. It was memorable. We belong together. If you get my meaning.”“Your meaning is rubbing against my leg.” It was. Out of his blue jeans. “Don’t you dare come on my clothes. Or my futon.”“Take your clothes off.”“No!” He had his hand under her dress now, massaging her clitoris through her panties. “Honestly, Doug. I can’t have sex with you. It would hurt Jason and I would feel bad.”

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