His phone began to ring, breaking our blissful silence. I wanted him to leave it, to continue to gaze into my eyes and hold me. He went to check the call.
"Hey, Des," he answered.
Oh my fucking God! I was stunned. He was actually taking a call from his girlfriend mere moments after he thoroughly fucked her roommate. I couldn't believe it. All that sweet talk was nothing but bullshit to get me to have sex with him. I felt incredibly stupid. I willed myself to get up while he talked with her, grabbing my purse, heels, and dress, and headed towards the bathroom. I locked the door behind me.
Cum was dripping down the inside of my leg. I grabbed a towel and wiped away what I could. I gazed in the mirror at my disheveled appearance. The full gravity of what had occurred crushed me. I had become a slut.
My eyes began to water. I had to get out of there. I splashed my face with some cool water and spritzed my body with perfume. I quickly pulled my dress and shoes on and let my hair down. I headed for the door.
When I entered the room again, Blake was lying on the bed, waiting for me to return. I gave him a momentary glance, long enough to see the look on his face change from beckoning to one of confusion. I turned and left out the door towards the elevator.
***
I arrived home late in the night. I knew Blake wouldn't risk being caught by Desiree to come and find me at home. I hoped Desiree was asleep, as I had no intention of speaking with her about this evenings events. However, when I opened the door I was greeted with a surprise.
"Hey, Kate. What's up?"
It was Kurt, Desiree's most recent ex-boyfriend. I never liked Kurt. He wasn't that bad on the eyes, but he wasn't anything that stuck out either. He was kind of on the short side and scrawny. His brown hair was thick and greasy, and his brown eyes lacked any sort of emotion. He was the worst kind of asshole, and I was thankful when Desiree broke up with him. But now he was walking around the living room, in nothing but his boxers, drinking a beer.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I missed you too, sweetheart." He took the last gulp of his beer, crushed the can, then dropped it on the floor. Still the same disgusting slob.
Before I could further inquire as to his presence, Desiree appeared in her doorway, wrapped in a bed sheet and visibly intoxicated.
"Kurt, you ready to go again?" she giggled, oblivious to my existence. He turned to her, a look of ravenous hunger on his face and chased her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
I stood there stunned. In a matter of hours she went from moping over her boyfriend missing their date night to spending the night with dickhead Kurt. How could she do that to Blake?
Blake. My memory was jarred to him and what we had just done. It was the same thing that Desiree was doing now. This realization only made me feel worse.
I went to the shower to scrub myself clean of him again. This was beginning to feel like a daily ritual. As the scalding water washed over me, I couldn't help but cry. How could I let myself do this? I was usually in control of my impulses, yet twice I had given myself over to a man I had known for three days. A man who was in a relationship and with my roommate no less. Why was I so willing to give myself to him? What was wrong with me?
I stood in the shower, crying and questioning myself until the water ran cold. When I stepped out, I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror. I was disgusted with who I had become. I walked back to my room and curled up under the covers of my bed.
My mind wandered and raced for hours as I tried to figure out how I was going to deal with the fallout of all of this. I knew Blake would be back tomorrow night. Some part of me hoped he would break it off with Desiree so I would never have to see him again, but considering the lengths he went to talk to me, I doubted it.
My thoughts were disrupted by the slamming of Desiree's headboard. Of course! For once, Kurt might be useful to me. If I could convince Desiree to go back with Kurt, I would be rid of Blake and my temptation. As my plan started to take form, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
***
I woke up late in the morning. I was incredibly sore, especially between my legs. It was a firm reminder that the night before had not been a dream. I quickly remembered my plan and headed out to the living room to confront Desiree. A delicious smell coming from the kitchen confirmed that someone was awake.
Desiree was in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Kurt. I peered in her bedroom and everything was clean and made up more than usual. This was odd for Desiree. She wasn't very self-reliant. Her personal spaces were always a mess, she couldn't boil water without burning it, and she was not responsible. She was up to something.
"Good morning, Kaitlin. How are you this morning?"
She was way too chipper; it was actually terrifying. I hesitantly moved towards the counter. Did she know about Blake and I? Was she being nice to lure me closer, only to choke me when I least suspected it?
"I'm okay. What's going on?" I asked cautiously.
"Nothing. I thought I'd be a good roommate and make you some breakfast this morning."
"But you can't cook." The last time she tried, she nearly burned down the apartment.
"Okay, you caught me. I went down to Riley's Café and picked up your favorite breakfast. You still like the classic omelet with egg whites right?" Wow, she actually paid attention. Maybe she wasn't so oblivious, which if this was true, didn't benefit me.
"Uh, yea. Thanks." I sat at the counter where the breakfast was laid out all nice and neat. She had even made my coffee. She looked on in anticipation as I took the first bite. A few minutes of silence passed. I was waiting to keel over from poisoning or something, but when nothing happened, I figured she was harmless and relaxed. She was the first to break the silence.
"So, Kaitlin, I wanted to talk to you about what you saw last night." And there was the catch.
"I won't tell Blake about Kurt if that is what you are going to ask me."
Desiree let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much Kate. You are the best roommate anyone could ask for. I owe you one."
