He grinned and rolled his eyes at her. “It’s been maybe two hours, Ashley. You just can’t resist an audience.”
She shook her head. “No, not from me, asshole. I meant from Janet here. I bet she sucks a mean cock, right?”
Janet scowled at her naked roommate. “Ashley, you know I’ve never… done that.”
“But you would, right? If he asked you to? You wouldn’t wanna be rude, would you?”
Janet looked at DJ, at his hand restraining her needlessly on her upper thigh. “I… guess so.”
DJ looked between them. There was Ashley, who’d been spending so much time with her mouth around his cock that day she was probably going to learn to use it as a snorkel pretty soon, and this cute little brunette whose facial expression assured him she thought penises were nothing but icky squicky. He’d gotten his share of BJ’s from girls who weren’t keen on it, but it seemed unnecessary, rude—cruel?—to put upon Janet with Ashley right here.” Sure you don’t wanna tackle it yourself, Ash…?”
She pouted. “My jaw’s a little tired—and it’d be so hot, watching her suck you off. The only thing that turns me on as much as being watched with your cock in me is watching you with your cock in someone else. Pleeeease, Deej? For me?”
Janet turned out not to be much of a cock-sucker. Ashley jeering at her while she tried probably didn’t help.
“Don’t be such a prude, Janet, you’re not supposed to love the taste.”
“Good thing they don’t grade you debutantes on your blowjobs, huh?”
“Ugh, you suck at this—pun intended. But seriously, you’re terrible.”
By now, Ashley knew full well what DJ looked like when he was about to cum, and as he neared the point, she pulled Janet back by a handful of her curly hair, then jacked him off herself until he’d spurted what remained in his balls all over the girl’s disapproving face. “Now get the fuck out and leave us alone.” She shoved her roommate out the door, locking it behind her.
“Ashley! I have… him on my face…!” A brief pause. “Oh my GOD!” They heard her running away down the hall, coupled with someone else laughing.
They ordered dinner in—again, she refused to pay the delivery guy—and he stayed over at her dorm room all night. She fell asleep first, and he followed shortly behind her, marveling at the first day in his life he’d spent in bed—or mostly in bed—with a woman. He’d never had a girl who wanted to before, especially not one as sexy as Ashley Super-Tits Vandoren.
It was one of the best days of his life.
Janet didn’t come back that night (or couldn’t get back in; he wasn’t sure she’d taken her keys with her.) Ashley woke him the next day in the same manner, but this time he told her she simply must go to her classes, as must he. (Well, he told her that once she was done, anyway). The busty girl complained, tried to seduce him into changing his mind, but he insisted. “It’s going to be a big enough hassle brow-beating my own profs into giving me passing grades without adding yours into the mix.”
“Oh fine, you win today—but don’t think I won’t try to talk you out of this lame-ass going-to-class thing again soon,” she said, kissing his dick lovingly farewell. She grumbled under her breath. “Leaving my pussy all high and dry, asshole…”
He paused; no girl had ever actually complained about not getting enough from him before. He felt… selfish. He opted not to dwell on it, and just flopped back down and crawled between her legs. “Well, maybe you could be a little late…”
He’d never actually eaten a girl out before; he’d seen it done by Brittney on Brianne and vice versa, and by some of the cheerleaders in their orgy, but never done it himself. He made Ashley promise she’d give him suggestions, that he wanted to be good at it for her, hoping her need to tolerate would shift towards putting up with teaching him rather than putting up with lackluster oral. Sure enough, she was a sport about it and gave him plenty of pointers and reminders. For once, he walked away feeling like he’d done a good deed for the day—and it was done early, and could head to class with a spring in his step. He just needed to get back to his room and get cleaned up and dressed. Tolerance or no, it was a great relief to get his naked ass back into his room.
Where Emily was waiting for him.
Chapter Four
Technically, Emily was sleeping more so than waiting. She was lying in his bed on top of the covers, made up to the nines—thick red lipstick, dark blue-black eyeshadow and heavy eyeliner, a thick layer of foundation with heavy blush on her cheeks. Aside from that, the only thing she had on was a thin chain around her neck with a little silver cross suspended from it.
To his shame, DJ’s first instinct was that of a home-owner horrified to find someone in his abode. “Emily?! How the hell did you get in here?”
She awoke suddenly, clearly surprised by her surroundings, then saw him standing over her. “I used the master key.”
“Um, do you mind telling me why?”
She rose to her knees on the bed. “I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do for you.”
“Uh… what?”
She cleared her throat, then spoke a little louder, a little slower. “I said, I just wanted to see if there was—”
“I heard you the first time. I didn’t tell you to come down here, did I? I’d swear I didn’t.”
Emily shook her head, lowering her eyes meekly. “No.”
As he tried to make sense of this, he finally noticed the condition of his room. Usually it was kind of a pig sty; as a single bachelor, he enjoyed his freedom to leave dirty laundry on the floor, ignore little messes, procrastinate taking the trash out. He didn’t have anyone to impress, and he was glad of it. So what if he let things go a little?
Presently, however, it was immaculate. His books and schoolwork were neatly organized on a shelf, his knick-knacks arranged neatly. His laundry was not only picked up, but washed, dried, folded and put away. The floor had been swept clean and gleamed brightly enough he thought she might have mopped it, too. The grease stain on his chair from where he’d spilled garlic dipping sauce four months ago was even gone.
“Did you clean my room? Well, duh, obviously you did. But… why did you clean my room?”
“You weren’t in, but I figured while I waited I could be useful. Do you like it?” She kept her eyes lowered. Her voice was hopeful. Nervous.
“Well, yeah. It looks amazing. But… hey, you’re naked.”
“Is that OK? I still have my clothes. The ones I wore over, or if you’d rather, I brought that… uniform.”
DJ sighed. This conversation seemed to be a lot of him stating the obvious, hoping she’d make sense of it for him, and her not doing so. He sat down beside her on the bed; now at eye level with her, she lowered her eyes still further. “Emily, help me out here. What on earth possessed you to come into my room when I wasn’t home and clean it, then wait for me to come home in the nude?’
“I just want to make you happy. It’s all I want to do. When I’m not trying to make you happy, I… well, I just need to be good for you. Take care of you. That’s all.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” And it didn’t. He’d gotten used to people tolerating him by now; it no longer struck him as odd to have someone defer to even his most outrageous requests. But this… this was a horse of a different color.
“I know,” was her only response.
“Is this about the other night? The, um, roleplay? I know I got a little carried away, and I’m sorry—I was going to apologize, um, again, but I just didn’t—”