"Tonight I'm having a very special guest over, so I need you to be good," Marcela said, grinning at me.
I looked up at her from my laptop begrudgingly. "Did you want me to leave?"
"Not if you don't want too..." she answered, pouting. But her real message was clear.
You could say a lot of bad things about Marcela, but one thing was for sure: She was hard to say 'no' too. All I wanted to do tonight was to work on my script. For once I had my agent actually interested, but only if I made some major revisions and by tonight. But when I looked up into those big blue eyes, I could already feel my resolve weakening.
"You know I have work to do. This is important."
"I said you don't have to leave," she snapped. "Just stay out of the way and don't tell anyone who is coming over."
This piqued my interest. "Why? Who is it this time?"
Marcela grinned from ear to ear. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"You'd better tell me in case I accidentally say something incriminating..." I teased.
"Oh stop," she giggled, giving me a light smack on the shoulder. "He's only a minor politician... you've probably never heard of him. Thing is he's... a 'family man', you know..."
"Where in the world would you meet somebody like that?"
"Oh... at a party," she yawned. "A fundraiser I was catering. Apparently he's some kind of rising star on the city council or assembly or something like that. All I knew was he was cute and I wanted him."
With that last word she flounced off leaving me in a daze.
Marcela and I had lived together now almost a year. Aside from her being an incredibly distracting presence, we were fairly compatible roommates. We were both hungry to get somewhere in the industry, and shared similar... let's say, liberal philosophies when it came to romance, which meant it was helpful that we were both good at keeping a secret. We both wanted as much sex as possible without the burden of getting tangled up in a relationship. You could say taking people home had become a sort of friendly competition between us.
We had only hooked up once, early in our cohabitation, when we were both new to the city and didn't know anybody, when I was horny out of my mind and found her absolutely irresistible.
She was gorgeous - soft skin, and those big blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, petite and a killer body. I knew before long what a naughty girl she was, but still there was something about her sweet face that seemed positively innocent.
The night we shared together was one of the best fucks of my life which I won't soon forget. But after the fun was over, we both agreed to keep our distance since we were living together and wouldn't want to risk our relationship becoming any more... complicated. That didn't mean I wasn't in a nearly constant state of arousal having her around all time, and hearing her in the next room with the men she took home.
It made it all the better whenever I had company. I loved fucking beautiful women knowing she was close by. She was the favorite subject of my fantasies.
I tried to concentrate on my work as she got ready for her big date. Pink lipstick and shiny gloss, one skimpy dress after another which she delighted in putting on and taking off right within my sightline.
The little tease. I often thought that if she put as much effort into her acting as she did in her flirting, she'd have an Oscar by now.
I admit I was lost in a reverie when the doorbell rang and gave me a start. So, he had arrived. And this was my cue to be shooed to the next room.
I gathered up my things, and with a sigh removed myself as she answered the door. I heard her purr with delight greeting the stranger, and for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy.
Planting myself at my desk in my room I began to close the door, but then decided suddenly against it. When she saw I had left the door ajar and was watching her with her new man, she glared daggers at me and I grinned wickedly back at her.
I loved to watch her work.
"I'm glad you could make it, I hope it wasn't too far out of your way," she hummed, brushing his arms with her fingers as she removed his suit jacket.
I could see why she was interested in him. Looked good in a suit, had one of those edgy haircuts where his brown hair was obnoxiously always in his eyes. I could definitely imagine dozens of young campaign interns fantasizing about their chance with the young up-and-comer who was finally going to change things for the better. Right.
I could tell he seemed nervous, and suddenly, we made eye contact.
"Who's...?" he began, but Marcy shushed him quickly. "Just my roommate, don't worry. He'd never tell on me..."
"You said we would be alone," he insisted.
"I promise. Nobody is going to find out. He's busy anyway."
She made a rude gesture at me to shut the damn door, and I pretended to comply... shutting the door most of the way, but leaving it just a crack so I wouldn't miss out.
And like that she was in full seductress mode. I knew I should be working on my script, but I couldn't help but watch as she whispered in his ear and loosened his tie.
Within minutes he had forgotten his reservations, and was kissing her soft pink lips with enthusiasm, his arms wrapped around her perfect little body. His hands moved up and down, finally cupping that pert little ass, pulling her closer to him, and I heard her sigh with enjoyment.
I suddenly became aware of how hard my cock was, and how uncomfortably it was straining against my pants. At that moment all I wanted to do was to shut the door and rub my cock to a satisfying climax. But that would mean shutting the door, and missing out on Marcela's little show...
She was rubbing his dick through his pants now. He had his eyes closed in ecstasy, but too my astonishment he kept batting her little hands away.
"We shouldn't," he moaned.
