*Author's note: This story is very different from my usual writing in that even though it's classified as Erotic Couplings and focuses on M/F, there are some limited M/M themes in the beginning of the story and later. If that makes you in any way uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Thanks!*
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My purse and workbag dangled precariously off my right shoulder as I marched down the hallway to my apartment door. The handles of the plastic bags of groceries in my hands were digging into my fingers, and I wondered if they might draw blood any moment.
There was a faint techno pulse coming from within apartment 609. Thank goodness. My roommate Jordan was home. I rapped on the door with the tip of one of my blue pumps and waited for him to come let me in and save me the trouble of putting down the bags and fishing my keys out of my purse. After about fifteen seconds, I turned and thumped the door with my heel.
"Jordan! Let me in," I yelled at the closed door. I cursed under my breath after waiting another ten seconds. I released the bags in my hands. An eggplant rolled out as the bags crashed to the floor. I swung my workbag and purse across my body and plunged my hand into my purse. After a few seconds of searching, I pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. The rhythmic beat of the techno music grew louder as I pushed the door open. The door smacked me in the butt as I wedged myself into the doorway to keep it from closing on me. I stretched out my foot and nudged the eggplant back into the bag and snatched the bags off the floor. I swung past the door and into the apartment as the door shut with a heavy thud behind me.
Moans and groans hit my ear and I knew what it was before I even turned around. Across from me, bent over the kitchen counter was my roommate Jordan. "Hey Karla," he said, grinning sheepishly, his blond hair hanging down over his brow as he braced his slim body with his palms on the countertop. His boyfriend Greg gave me a breathless greeting as he stood behind Jordan thrusting his hips against Jordan's rear end. He made no attempt to stop on my account and continued to thrust in time with the music.
"So that's why you couldn't come get the damn door?" I said with a clear air of annoyance in my voice.
"Sorry, we couldn't hear you," Jordan said, wincing from Greg's efforts.
"Obviously not," I muttered and slung the groceries onto the counter near his hands. I turned and shrugged off my workbag and purse then pulled off my shoes. I took a brief moment to rub my feet before gathering my shoes, purse, and work bag and heading to my room. As I passed Jordan and Greg, my eyes caught a glimpse of the head of lettuce in one of the bags on the counter. A sly grin spread across my face. "Are you guys serious?" I said with mock anger. "You're fucking? Right in front of my salad?" I said as I gestured toward the groceries.
Greg stopped thrusting and frowned as he looked at me. "Not cool babe."
"You know how much I hate that stupid meme," Jordan said.
"Technically, it's a video, not a meme," I responded.
"Well, whatever. It was almost funny the first 30 times you said it, but it hasn't been funny the 300 times since then."
"Fine," I said rolling my eyes. "Just be sure you two wash your hands before you touch anything. Anything! Better yet, take a shower." I started toward my room but then stopped. "And wash off the counter."
I tossed my purse and workbag aside as I entered my bedroom. I put my shoes into the shoe rack on the back of my door and stripped out of my work clothes. On my way to my bathroom, I paused to look at myself in the mirror. Turning halfway around, I narrowed my eyes as I stared at my calves, thighs, and butt. I tensed and flexed, admiring the definition. For the past three months, I'd been getting off the train one stop earlier and walking the rest of the way to work. It seemed like it was finally starting to make a difference.
I felt like a new woman when I emerged from the shower. I threw a big, flimsy t-shirt over my still-damp body, pulled on a pair of thin panties, and walked out. I could hear running water and giggles from Jordan's room. "You two better be washing yourselves in there and not just playing around," I shouted at his closed door.
"Yes, mother," Greg replied in a falsetto voice."
I plopped down on our soft leather couch and stretched out, relishing in the cool feel of the material against my skin. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table in front of me and started scrolling through movies. I settled on 'The Mummy' with Tom Cruise. My body melted into the couch and my eyelids grew heavy. Jordan and Greg's loud voices startled me out of my near sleep. "Did you clean the counter?" I called out when I heard them rummaging around in the kitchen.
"Yes, and that's not all we washed," Jordan chuckled.
"TMI," I replied as I rolled over onto my back.
"I meant our hands, you pervert. We washed our hands. See? Look." Jordan suddenly appeared over the back of the couch. He pressed his hands down onto my face.
"Eww, stop!" I slapped at them, but he shifted them to my neck and began tickling me. I ducked my chin into my chest and grabbed his arms. I felt more fingers digging into my sides and kicked up my legs as Greg began tickling me too. "Stop! Stop!" I tried to shout between breaths as I cackled like a maniac. Through my laughter, I felt Greg's fingers nudge the bottom of my breasts which I chalked up to an accident. He sat on my feet, effectively pinning me to the couch. The two of them continued tickling me for what felt like twenty minutes and finally stopped just before I thought I was going to pass out.
Jordan stood up and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to go make the salad. Do you want it before the pizza gets here or do you want to wait?"
"Let's have it with the pizza," I said. "Don't forget to put in the eggplant this time," I added.
"Don't worry, I won't. I know how much you love the eggplant." Jordan turned back and made a blowjob motion with his hand and mouth.
"Pfft, yeah, well look who's talking." I formed a ring with my left index finger and thumb and thrust my right index finger through it.
I pulled my feet from under Greg so he could sit on the couch. It was only then that I realized he was naked. I couldn't resist looking him over. The muscles in his arms bulged as he shifted his mass. His abs looked like they were digitally enhanced. A thick five-o-clock shadow always covered his square jaw. His dark hair was swept up into a short fauxhawk. Dark, thick eyebrows framed his steely, gray eyes. His cock, a little on the small side, was the only imperfection in an otherwise nearly physically flawless man. It was like God created him just to mock women.
I feigned disapproval with his nude form. "Hey you. Why are you still naked?" I tapped his thigh with my foot.
"I didn't know I'd be showering here so I didn't bring a change of clothes," Greg said. I grunted, trying to seem disinterested in his body and turned my gaze back to the movie.
There was a knock at the door a few minutes later. I hopped off the couch to answer it and grabbed money off the end table by the door. "Pizza is here," I called out after spotting the deliveryman through the peephole. When I pulled the door open, his eyes immediately fell onto my chest. I was sure my dark nipples were showing through my thin shirt. He stumbled over his words as he handed me the boxes and I handed him the money. I didn't even bother trying to block his view of Greg sitting naked on the couch. Not that it mattered. An alien could've been sitting there and I doubt the deliveryman would've noticed. "Keep the change," I said, stepping back from the door and letting it close in his slack-jawed face.
I returned to taking up two seats on the couch with Greg at the other end. Jordan came in and sat in the chair at Greg's end of the couch. "Oh, not this crap," Jordan groaned at the movie. "Let's watch something else."
"What else?" I said, already knowing this would turn into a half-hour argument between the three of us trying to decide what to watch.
"Hey, what about Wonder Woman again?" Greg offered as I scrolled through the movies.
"Fine by me," I said.
"Again?" Jordan whined.
