It was a bitterly cold evening and it was only September. I remembered viewing the house a year ago and demanding that I had the top bedroom – well how I regretted that now. The room was a converted attic and had no central heating; a slanting ceiling cast both sides of the room in darkness leaving my desk the only space where the flimsy light bulb could beam. I breathed out with a sigh and saw small plumes of mist in front of my eyes, if it's like this now what's the winter going to be like? I decided to call it a night and head to bed for some much needed warmth.
"Hey Alex do you fancy a cup of tea?"
It was my housemate Owen shouting up from the warm depths below.
"Yeah man go for it, be down in a sec"
At least I wouldn't see my bloody breath down there. I sauntered down the tight staircase past the comparatively small other bedrooms (centrally heated I might add) and into the lounge area. For a student house it was needlessly equipped with a full size dining table, glass cabinets and a disused fireplace. Pulled down blinds covered the long glass windows that looked out onto the quiet affluent Janet Street. Next to the window was a bench of sorts that was too narrow to be comfortable. I heard the kettle whistle in the kitchen and quickly settled myself into the only decent bit of furniture in the house: a big soft red sofa. Owen placed three cups of tea down on a highly impractical glass table.
"Oh is Anna joining us?"
Before Owen could answer Anna my other housemate jumped into the room and plumped herself onto the sofa beside me. One thing I hated about Anna was her over the top hyperactivity: she could never enter a room without some grand entrance. Still I couldn't be too angry, Owen bored the fuck out of me so having Anna at least alleviated the boredom.
Owen was a thin and gangly guy who had nothing particularly wrong with him but that just made him even duller. He started talking about his new module in South African History or something and I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my igloo upstairs. I glanced over at Anna and saw she was actually paying attention to this douche. What a mismatch this was why the hell I'd signed a contract to live with them I'll never know. To cut a long story short I was drunk and thought it was a good idea but then everything seems a good idea when you're drunk. Anna had pushed it, our relationship in the first year of University had been pretty fraught with arguments and there had been a couple of times when we might of hooked up but it never happened and I had not really given it a second thought since.
Anna wasn't tall or beautiful but she used what she had to the maximum. She was medium height with pale skin and piercing green eyes, her hair was black with flecks of red and her lips were full and luscious. What stood out on Anna were her breasts, big and perfectly shaped they threatened to pop out at any moment. As she continued her conversation with Owen I let my peripheries wander down her body: she was wearing a tight black strappy top showing a little cleavage and a short white satin skirt that cut at her knees.
As she put her tea down she licked her lips and her pierced tongue fluttered out. I had a thing for piercings and this one was perfect – a small golden stud. I had imagined what it would feel like running up the shaft of my rock hard member a couple of times but it was never going to happen so I quickly forgot about it.
"Right I'm off to bed guys, need to be up early tomorrow"
Finally the dick was going to bed.
"Nighty night Owen!"
Anna giggled to herself. I thought it might be time to call it a night as well but then she licked her lips again. She let her tongue flicker across her lips hanging there as if daring me to respond. Well what the hell even if she was just teasing it was a lot better than the fucking icebox upstairs. I lay my head on her lap and stared up at her fluttering eyelashes. She leant forward and her nipples brushes my forehead sending a shiver down my spine.
"Doesn't it hurt when you eat with that piercing?"
Start with an innocuous question and see where it goes.
"No not really you just get used to it"
"What's it feel like"
"Erm well it's hard to explain...here feel"
