Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of 'Tales of Promiscuity'. When I started writing this, I thought it would be one and done, but I just couldn't stop writing. I'll upload the rest in parts as I complete my editing process.
In addition, these stories are my first real attempt at writing any sort of erotica. If you have any comments or critiques, I would be glad to hear them.
Happy reading!
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We were good.
After our conversation, everything went back to normal. The regular hangouts in his room declined, unless his roommate was there. We finished out the school year, with no further incidents.
Over the summer, we kept in contact, mostly keeping it to casual gaming on steam, or a group chat about what we need to bring to our new house off campus. I personally got a little wild, hitting up some old friends to hook up, while I was home, but nothing worth retelling.
I told myself, I have options, and the distance will have likely helped things cool down. I don't have to put myself in a compromising position, nor do I need to be a temptation to someone I considered a friend.
I was so wrong. The minute we were moved in and settled, I could tell that things were going to be tense. Turns out Alex had told his girlfriend what happened, but she forgave him, and gave him "rules" he had to follow while living with me. Honestly, they were reasonable. No drinking alone together, no hanging out in his room. Things I shouldn't be doing anyway. Correction, things we shouldn't be doing anyway.
The first weekend that we had moved in, the roommates and I decided to celebrate with the cheapest beer money could buy. A few other friends from campus showed up with more beer and we were ready to party. We played kings, watched terrible movies and drank until the beer was gone.
My friend, Sean, was newly single, and began expressing interest in me almost immediately. He was cute, and in his new singlehood, had decided to try growing out his beard. It was really doing it for me.
We flirted almost the whole night as we drank, and Alex was pushed, at least temporarily, out of the forefront of my mind.
Unfortunately, I just couldn't bring myself to seal the deal and Sean left at the end of the night with his other roommates to make the short walk back to his house on campus.
Feeling buzzed, and a little frustrated, I decided I should just drink some water and sober up before bed. I sat down on the couch, on the opposite end from Alex.
"Where'd Kyle go?" I asked, looking from the kitchen to the living room. Kyle was one of the roommates living with us, and was a self-proclaimed night owl.
"I guess he wanted to play some video games before bed" Alex shrugged, seeming unconcerned. I turned my eyes towards the tv, almost hyper-aware that we were already breaking the rules his girlfriend had set down, only a few days into living together. Oops.
I felt like I could cut the tension with a knife. My bedroom was just upstairs, I should just go to bed. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I focused on the movie, which was a bit of a mistake. Low budget horror can really get away with a lot more nudity than the box office hits. I always figured it was a way to get more interest, without needing to have any actual substance. And it hooked my interest. The woman moaning on screen wouldn't have normally phased me, but being so close to Alex, and flirting so aggressively with Sean, had really put me in a mood.
I shifted a little, feeling my shorts riding up as I curled into a ball against the arm rest. My whole leg was basically exposed, with just a few, small, tight pieces of fabric covering my groin. I felt Alex's eyes on me, ignoring the now naked, bloody woman on screen. Guess the slasher got to her.
To give myself an excuse to get up and away from the couch, I finished the rest of my water.
"I'm going to grab another water, you want one?" I asked, already standing up.
He nodded, never taking his eyes off me. I could feel him watching me as I walked to the adjacent kitchen and filled up my glass. I grabbed another for him and filled it up as well. I brought them both back, setting mine on the worn coffee table we had trash picked earlier that day. I handed Alex his, feeling his fingers brush against mine. I bit my lip, wondering if we should address the tension in the room. Instead, I sat on the couch, closer to him. Our legs touched on the couch, and I felt the rough denim of his jeans on my bare leg.
I could see the conflict on his face. We shouldn't be sitting this close, we shouldn't be touching and we definitely shouldn't be drunk together. Our eyes were now firmly set on the movie, but I had no interest, I was just putting on a show of paying attention.
Almost on queue, we turned to each other, and he reached his hand over, cupping my face and pulling me roughly in to kiss me. I fell into him immediately, no more thoughts of going up to bed. I kissed him back, fiercely, all my want and frustration apparent. I could feel his facial hair, a few days grown, against my face. His lips were soft in contrast. After a moment, he broke away, pulling back.
" So were you just flirting with Sean to get to me?" He rasped, his breathing accelerated.
I shook my head, "No. But, we said we can't do this again." I paused.
