“Jake, get the door, I’m naked!”
I was getting out of the shower and our fucking potential roommate was early. Okay, he was thirty seconds early but still, I had planned on using those thirty seconds to don some truly awkward clothing for our interview. I heard my boyfriend grumble something adorable before pressing the buzzer, and so instead of running back to the bedroom to put on my sloth onesie, I settled for the boxer shorts and tank top I had come in with. While I did not look professional, I did look cute.
By the time I dried off and threw on my excuse for clothing, Jake and Marco were sitting in the living room talking like old friends. I plopped myself down on the chair with a can of Sixpoint Bengali which I cracked open as quietly as I could. Of course, it foamed instantly and I was stuck with my mouth over the entire can trying to keep from spilling on my bare knees.
Serves him right for being early, I thought with a silly laugh.
At least until I looked up and gave our potential a big once over, because my god was he attractive. Not only did he look enough like Jake as to be his brother, but he was at least a few inches taller, broader across the shoulders, and had a smile that looked like it could get me pregnant through a six-inch-thick glass wall.
“Hi,” I said, foam still dripping down my chin. “I’m Liza. The room is great. It has a nice view of the river and all the bugs are gone.”
“The bugs?” Marco asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Jake said, giving me the look of death. “We had a roach thing over the summer, but the building bombed the whole place and they haven’t been back in months.”
“Oh shit, I thought it was a bed bug thing and I was gonna have to bounce, but roaches are everywhere. Come on, it’s New York.”
“Why do you want to live here?” Jake asked before thinking better of it. The guy was cute and we sure all hell needed someone in there as soon as possible. “I mean, how did you hear about the place?”
“Don’t mind him, he’s always intimidated by handsome men,” I said, sticking my tongue out at my boyfriend. There was no use in pretending we were anything other than we were. And if we both happened to be lazy bisexual sluts with a penchant for drinking too much and making out with our friends, then so be it. At least we were nice. And relatively clean.
I got up and waved the two of them into the second room, which did, in fact, have a lovely view of the river and even the Brooklyn Bridge if you craned your neck hard enough. It wasn’t huge, but what is? It did have good light and a fucking closet, which as far as I was concerned meant it was Shangri La.
“It’s yours if you want it,” I said, taking another sip of my drink. I almost didn’t realize what I said until Jake glared at me, but what the hell? He looked like a nice guy–handsome and nice often go together for me–and he was definitely better than the last girl who came to look. Not only did she have a cat with medical conditions, but she was also saving herself for marriage, a fact she told us so we wouldn’t be concerned with her bringing strangers into the house.
She was strange enough for me, thank you very much.
“Well, if you guys are serious, I’m down. I need to get the hell out of my place as soon as possible, so let me know. I don’t want to rush anything, but I could totally move in right now. Or at least tomorrow. When did you say it was open?”
“It’s open now,” Jake said, slapping him on the back. “Let me grab a few more beers and we can toast to it.” He vanished a moment later leaving me alone with handsome Marco who I quickly slid up next to and said absolutely nothing.
I was killing it.
“How long have you two been together?” he asked, walking towards the window and lifting it up to let in a breeze. From where I stood, his tight ass was all I could focus on. Nevertheless, I managed to inform him that Jake and I had been together for almost two years and living together for the last year along with an old friend who literally ran off to join the circus two weeks ago.
“Well, you’re totally saving my life,” he said. “There’s nothing like living with an ex to make you want to find a new place. Also, this view is incredible.”
“That sucks,” I said, feeling his pain in spite of my instant bit of lecherous hope. “I can’t imagine living with an ex. Is the lease in her name?”
“His name,” he said, turning back to me. I looked him right in the eyes and he didn’t look away. For a moment I wasn’t sure if he was testing me or hitting on me. “You cool with that?”
“With what? Oh, with the queer thing? Of course, didn’t we put it in the listing? We’re both queer too. I know, I know, we look super straight, but that’s just how it turned out this time. But how about you? Are you okay living with two bisexuals?”
“Well, when I move it, we can make it three. It’ll be our own little bisexual paradise.”
Just then, Jake returned with three beers, which was convenient since I had finished mine. He passed them out, and if he noticed the blush to my cheeks he kept quiet about it. All three of us toasted as we looked out at the sun setting over the water and for a moment everything was beautifully and wonderfully calm. Just three old fashioned bisexuals sharing a beer in an empty room that smelled only faintly of greasepaint.
An hour later, when Marco left, I fell onto the couch next to my boyfriend with a shit eating grin on my face that wouldn’t go away. Our new buddy was moving in the following day and I already knew we were in deep shit.
In the best way possible.
I waited until the last possible minute to say anything. We had a lovely evening, drank a few more beers, watched some Netflix, and put ourselves to bed, which is when I dropped the bomb. We had both climbed in under the covers–I had never bothered to change–and I draped one leg over Jake’s thighs as I kissed his cheek.
“Not sure if you noticed, but our new roomie is on our team.”
“He’s a Yankees fan?”
“Everyone is a fucking Yankee’s fan,” I said, sliding my knee up higher until it brushed his cock through his shorts. “He’s a switch hitter. A revolving door. A two-way street.”
“You have such a way with words. But how the hell do you know that?”
“He told me. I asked why he had to move out and he mentioned that his ex-boyfriend still lived with him and I told him we were bisexual and he said that would make three of us. It was pretty simple.”
“You had that entire conversation while I was walking to the kitchen to grab beers? Sometimes I don’t know how you do it. But Liza, he’s our roommate. You gotta be careful or we’ll be looking for another one in a month or two. Besides, he just got out of a relationship, right? You have to be nice and comforting.”
“I can be comforting,” I whispered, reaching down with one hand and brushing his cock gently. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think he was cute.”
“Of course I did, that’s not the point.”
Jake was growing harder with each moment, and even if he was going to be the model of restraint once Marco moved in, right now was another question. I stroked him gently until he was fully erect and then rolled on top of him until my pussy was pressing against his hard-on through our shorts.
“We can still pretend though, can’t we?” I whispered, pulling my shirt off over my head. “I mean, there’s no harm in imaging you coming home from a long day to find me kneeling on the floor with Marco on the couch, his big hard cock growing hard in my mouth.”
“You dirty little slut,” Jake said with a grin. He pulled me down and kissed my mouth as he thrust his hips up to meet me. “If that happened, I might have to join you down there. Would you share with me beautiful? Would you like to watch me open my mouth and suck him down my throat in one big gulp?”
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” I said, rolling to the side just enough for me to slip off my bottoms. I was back on him a second later, and this time I was able to rub him against the wet lips of my smooth pussy.
“And once he’s nice and hard, we’d pin you between us, my little pet. Right there in the living room, you’d have one of us on each side, our hard cocks pressing against your body as we take turns kissing you.”
“Would you let him fuck me?” I asked, hovering above my boyfriend’s cock. Both of us were caught up in the fantasy, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to know he was as twisted as I was and as willing to make dumb mistakes too. “Tell me, Jake. Would you hold me up so he could fuck me? Would you spread my pussy open for him?”
A second later I was on my back and my handsome boy was between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down against me until I started to beg and whine.
“Just like this,” he growled, leaning down until his lips were against my ear. “I’d hold you down like this as he rubbed against you. And then…”
He thrust into me in one motion, filling me completely as I closed my eyes and imagined it all.
“Oh fuck, Marco,” I cried. “You feel so good. Fuck me so hard. Please fuck me!”
“Yes!” Jake moaned, thrusting into me again and again, our familiar game as easy as everything else. He pinned me down and made me beg our new roomie to fuck me, all the while his cock hitting me in all the right spots.
“What will you do while he’s fucking me?” I asked, suddenly opening my eyes to my adoring boyfriend. “What will you do to him while he’s banging your girlfriend?”
“I’ll make him our little Pierre,” he growled, rolling me onto my belly in an instant. He was back inside me a second later, his thick cock pumping in and out of me as he pressed my face into the bed.
“Just like this. As he’s fucking you, I’ll crawl behind him and fuck his tight little ass. We’ll hold him between us, his cock inside you and mine inside him as we fuck and fuck until all three of us come so damn hard we drown.”
“Do it,” I moaned, knowing he was close. “Come in him. Come in his pretty little ass.”
“Yes!” Jake cried out, bottoming out within me as he began to come. His arm was wrapped around my neck, nearly cutting off my air, and I was so turned on and so fucking wet I nearly came as well. The moment he was done, he rolled off me, grabbed the Hitachi off the bedside table and had me on my back again. It was between my legs before I could calm down, and my sweet Jake held it against my cunt as he whispered terrible things in my ear, knowing it was my turn to be the center of it all.
“We’re going to fuck you so hard,” he said. “We’ll take turns at first, me and then him, fucking this perfect pussy until you can’t stand it. And just when you think we’re done, just when you think you can’t handle it anymore, when you can’t tell us apart…”
“Then what?” I begged, pleading with him to finish. I was so close, but I needed more. I needed to hear him say it. “Please tell me.”
He held the wand against me as my thighs clenched around it and then it was done.
“And then we’ll fuck you at the same time. My big cock up your ass as he fucks your pussy until both of us can’t hold back.”
“Tell me,” I cried. “Please say it…”
“And then we’ll come inside you-you filthy little slut. You’ll have two big hard men pounding your holes until we fill you with our come, using your cunt and your ass until you’re a sloppy filthy mess, unable to move or do anything other than beg for more.”
“Yes!” I cried, out, holding his hand steady as I started to let go, the vibrations shooting through me as my whole body exploded in one massive spasm of release. I screamed and yelled as he held the toy to my clit, and I pictured all of it at once. They were in my bed, fucking me and using me, covering me in come and then starting all over again no matter how hard I begged them to stop. My orgasm was long and deep and I could barely see by the time I switched off the Hitachi, my body instantly so sensitive one more shock would have made me wake the whole building with my screams.
“Holy shit, I love you,” I whispered as Jake returned the wand to its place. He collapsed next to me and then kissed me on the nose and forehead as he shook his head.
“That so fucking intense. God, I love you too. We’re going to have to be careful.”
“Is that we’re going to be?”
“Let’s not even have this conversation right now. That was so hot and right now I don’t care. I’d do anything for a piece of him and I don’t even care that he’s moving in. Shit, things are going to get messy.”
“We can be good,” I said, reaching over and turning off the light. Between the beers and the orgasm, I was exhausted. And the thought of falling asleep with my boyfriend’s come dripping out of me while I pretended it was someone else’s was just what I needed.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing me one last time.
“I love you too,” I said, and my god was it the fucking truth.
How could I not?