She's My Room Mate's Girl Pt. 02

Apologies for the delay in uploading this second part. Firstly life got in the way and secondly I was having some difficulty writing a party game scene which I ended up cutting out and saving for part 3. I'll be working on that over the next week or so.

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The next morning I got up early and left Daisy snoozing in my bed. I was feeling confused about it all, and just needed to 'get my shit together'. I called Phil and we met up for breakfast in town. We sat in a small cafe, next to a large window, watching the people go by. It was Saturday morning and the place was busy with hungover students. I laid it out for him and told him, as best I could, how I felt.

"I mean is not as though I was in love with Daisy. But there was undoubtedly a connection between us." I mused.

"Mate there's a connection between all of us. Me and you. You and the cafe wench over there. We're all human, living a fucking painful lonely existence and trying to pretend that it's all okay."

"I know, but with Daisy, it's like it was with Zoe in some way. That connection."

"Cept Zoe was single and Daisy isn't. She's just a cock teasing slut. No offence."

"None taken." I replied, trying very hard not to feel offended.

"The way I see it is you have three choices. One: you move the fuck out and never speak to either of the cock suckers again. Two: you make a move on her and hope she doesn't cut your balls off. Three: you go with the flow with Daisy. If she wants to tease you, let her. Enjoy it. But whatever you do, you have to get action somewhere else and do not fall for her. You can't let her have you be like this bitch that she cuddles up to when her boyfriend is off fucking other women. Like some fucking old teddy bear or some shit. Don't be a fucking Care Bear."

"Don't be a Care Bear." I repeated.

"Fuck yeah. Alright. We have to make it a fucking priority to get you laid within the next week. Even if we have to use a crack whore. It has to be done. What's going on with this Alex chick?"

"Well I don't have her number. But she said Facebook her."

"And you have you done that?"

"It's not even eleven yet, I don't want to look too desperate."

"Ignoring the fact that you are desperate, give me your phone."

"I don't know..." I raised an eyebrow.

"How long did it take me to get laid?" He asked.

I reluctantly handed it over. He messed about with it for a minute "Hi Alex. I had fun last night. I hope to see you again soon. Justin. Kiss"

"You put a kiss on there?"

"Yes I put a kiss on there and gave her your number."

"Doesn't that seem a little forward." I said.

"No it's fine. You got a message from fucking Geisha girl too. It says where did you get to fuck face? I missed you. Kiss"

"Geisha is Japanese."

"You know what I meant you pedantic twat."

"What do you think it meant when she said I missed you."

"Not what you're thinking. It meant she woke up and you weren't fucking there. Stop over analysing things. I'm going to ignore the cum slut."

"You don't like her?"

"No I fucking don't. She's fit... obviously. But well I already said it all. She's bad news."

My phone beeped with a Facebook alert.

Phil smiled, "I fucking told you bitch." Then he began to read the message in a high pitched girl's voice. "Hi Justin. Yeah last night was fun. Sorry I had to shoot off so soon. I'll text you shortly. Alex. Kiss."

"She put a kiss."

"Fuck yeah. But to be fair girls always put a kiss."

My phone beeped again and Phil read it, "This is my number. Kiss. Looks like Justin is in the six yard area with an open fucking net. Surely he can't miss? I'm inviting her tonight."

"Not too soon?"

As he text Alex he replied, "Fuck off." Then it a much more pleasant tone he continued "Thanks. I know it's short notice, but it's my best mate Phil's girlfriend's birthday tonight so we're going to town. You fancy meeting up? Kiss."

"You're by best friend?"

"I'm your only friend. So best friend by default." He replied, not looking up.

"You don't have to say the kiss."

"I like to."

We waited in a tense silence for a few minutes then my phone beeped once more. "Sure. That would be great. Tell me where and when? Kiss."

"We're in baby. Fucking goal, touchdown, try, home run, howzat?"

"I guess we'll see." I replied anxiously.

"Okay I'll get people to look out for you tonight. Get you away from that bitch. I'll have it ran like a military operation. If you have to be rude to her then do it. Fuck's sake if she fuck's it up for you, she'll still be getting shagged and you'll still be using your cold dead hands."

"I get the picture."

"Make sure you do my friend. Tonight is the night."

So we prepared in every way that we could. Firstly we tried to avoid inviting Daisy, and I ignored her all day on my phone. But that didn't work as she knew other people within the group and got wind of it. So we gave up on that idea and instead went with me just not sitting all night so she couldn't press me down like a lion holding it's prey and for me to be as nonchalant with her as I could.

I decided ignoring her texts would give her reason to talk to me, so I replied "Hey. I had to go out sorry. See you in town after."

After that I ignored her reply.

So the night came and Zack was actually present and accounted for so it was looking good. We were with a large group. So not talking to Daisy was hardly rude, as long as I didn't look in her direction, it would be fine.

The night wore on, and we moved from bar to bar. Alex was working and couldn't meet me till ten. I was trying to take it easy. But we'd started at eight so I was already feeling a little tipsy by nine when Daisy pounced. "So where did you go off to this morning?"

I was waiting at the bar and she was standing next to me slightly touching me. Closer than any normal person would have been. She was wearing a short black summer dress, this time with her legs bare.

"I went to meet Phil in town. We had some stuff to sort out. You want a drink?"

"Only if you'll let me buy you one later."

"Sure. But Alex is coming later. So you may have to owe me one."

"The little rangu bitch?"

"rangu?"

"Yeah, like an orangutan."

"Ah, because she's ginger."

She laughed and nodded, then asked, "Well alright. What time?"

"What?"

"What fucking time is she coming?"

"Ten." I replied, kicking myself for not thinking of a way out.

"Okay. Have a look around. Do you see my boyfriend."

I looked from left to right. Zack was no longer present and accounted for. "Shit. How does he do that?"

When I turned back to Daisy her eyes were filled with tears. She had morphed into her vulnerable female mode. I'd never imagined she'd cry over a boy, she always seemed so careless and tough. I instinctively put my arm around her shoulder "Hey. You know you're too good for him."

She smiled weakly and shook her head and the moment seemed to pass.

"Dance with me again." She asked, taking me by the hand, not really giving me a choice and leading me reluctantly to the dance floor.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself as I was led away like a captive prince.

The dance floor was a different reality to the bar area. It was dark, packed with people moving to and fro, and although we were surrounded by people, I felt in some way alone with Daisy. She clung to me like a frog to a lily pad, giving me an intense look. We danced for a time and she slipped her naked thigh between my legs and pressed it against my crotch, all the while looking at my face and gauging my reaction. I tried to look impassive. She turned her back to me and pulled my arms around her waist as she slowly and deliberately ground her booty against my crotch, making little circles with her ass. She then reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my closer to her. My rock hard cock pressed tightly against my trousers. Daisy rubbed against it deliberately. She cocked her head back, it was too noisy and when she spoke, I have no idea what she had said other than the word "Hard". But she looked damn sexy.

'Phil. Where the fuck are you? Where is my fucking back- up?' I thought as I felt myself slipping inexorably into her avalanche. I held onto her and we swayed together like two tragic lovers. I could feel the warmth of her next to me and her tilted face put her lips next to my chin. I was very tempted to turn my face down and kiss her.

A tug on my arm brought me back to reality and for a dreaded moment I thought it was Alex, about to slap my face. But it was Phil, come to save me at last. "Put her down." He shouted. "I need you."

I nodded, unclasping myself from a doe eyed Daisy and going after him, coming back down to Earth like a man pulled from a warm bath, into the cold night air.

Daisy watched me for a moment, her eyes set into a hard frown.

"I'll see you in a bit." I mouthed to her, unsure if she understood.

"What's up?" I asked Phil.

"I go take a piss and she pounced. You were about to be eaten by the spider. Pulled you from her teeth as promised. Now get me a beer."

I nodded, the drink telling me he was wrong, the sober part of me telling me he was right and it just won out.

It wasn't long after that Alex turned up. She was wearing a figure hugging red dress, cut just above the knee and low cut enough to display some her ample cleavage. It hit me that she was in many way's different to Daisy. She was voluptuous, green eyed, red of hair and quite tall. She smiled shyly at me and walked over.

"Hey. You look amazing."

"Thanks." She blushed.

I waited for her to say I looked amazing too. But of course, women rarely return such a compliment.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Erm, a glass of white wine would be nice. I'm not fussy on what type."

I nodded and went and got the drinks, keeping an eye on Daisy and hoping she would stay away from both me and Alex. She seemed occupied on the dance floor, dancing with her friends.

I returned to find Alex in deep conversation with Phil and his girlfriend who's name I had now discovered was Joan. Joan was a brunette, plain but pretty with a large chest she liked to display like they were on sale.

Phil took a few steps towards me. "Mate, not only is she attractive with big tits, but she's actually a nice person. I'm totally confused."

"Oh really?" I said dryly, knowing what was coming.

"Yeah, what the fuck does she see in you?"

"Thanks mate." I patted his arm.

"No problem." He smiled. Then turning to Alex he said, "Alex was just telling me that she works in a bar."

"Really?" I asked. "Which one?"

"The Fly in the Loaf. On Hardman street. It's about ten minutes walk from here."

"You don't have to tell us where it is Alex. We're fucking hardcore. We're veterans. We know every bar and pub in the city." Phil interjected.

Joan raised her eyebrows, "Please excuse my boyfriend Alex. And yes, he is always like this."

"It's okay." Alex smiled politely and sipped her drink. "Though I've never seen you there."

"Yeah it's been a while." I said. "It's a nice place, but more importantly is sells Erdinger on draught. The beer of the god's."

"We do indeed." Her eyes met mine and she held the look for a moment, smiling. I smiled back.

An hour later and I was back on the dance floor, but this time I was with a different girl. A red. A single, beautiful girl who was close to me, holding her body to mine as we danced to the beat in the darkness. It had been a long time since I had been in this position and I still felt self conscious about it despite all the signals Alex was giving me. She couldn't have made it more obvious that she liked me if she had been carrying a banner with 'I really like Justin and I want him to screw me' emblazoned upon it.

But I held back. I had already kissed the damned girl once. It had already happened. Yet now it seemed different. If I kissed her now it might lead to sex, love, a relationship, marriage, kids, sitting in a nursing home together, watching her die.

Suddenly Daisy was at my side. She leaned into my ear and shouted, "For fuck's sake, will you kiss that poor girl." Then as quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared.

I turned back to Alex who leaned in to speak. I took her by the chin and fuck it, I kissed her. She returned the kiss as 'Something Good' by the Utah Saints began to blast out of the speakers. The passion from last night was there again instantly. Our tongues danced now and my arms slipped around her, exploring her curves, feeling the warmth and softness of her against me.

Another song came on, a faster beat and we broke the kiss and resumed dancing. I felt eyes upon me in the darkness as I turned to my left I saw Daisy was leaning against a wall, holding a drink. staring across at me, her look impassive as 'Born Slippy' started thumping out the speakers to a cheers amongst the crowd of dancers. Our eyes met and she gave me a weak smile. I felt sorry for her in that moment, and almost a sense of guilt. But then she gave me a reluctant thumbs up and went back to her friends and Alex leaned forward to kiss me again and for the moment Daisy forgotten and I was in that kiss, that moment with Alex.

Alex and I sat on my couch sipping tea as any respectable British couple might do. It had been a good night and now it had come to and end. It was one a. m. and she had to be up for a family event in about six hours. She had agreed to stay in my place on my guarantee that there would be no sex. Her father was picking her up in the morning. I just had to hope he didn't come investigating too closely where his daughter had spent the night.

As we sat here, beginning to sober up a little, I couldn't help be regret that guarantee. Alex looked magnificent, her curvy figure bulging at the dress like an overfilled balloon.

We'd stopped talking for a moment. I'd made some sort of joke, and she was laughing, probably giving it more credit than it deserved. Our eyes met and she leant forward and kissed me. I put the cup of tea down as best I could as her tongue searched for mine. The kiss continued and I ended up leaning over her on the couch in the dimly lit room. My right hand held the back of her head, my left contemplating going for a grope but not getting out of the blocks yet. The kiss continued, passionately, our tongues entwining, I licked the top of her mouth and gently sucked on her lips. She came at me again, nibbling on my lips before thrusting her tongue back at me. Her hands began to roam. Her left, under my shirt to the skin of my lower back, her right to the front of my jeans where she began to rub my cock through the material with her open hand.

She was playing with fire, so fuck it, I went in with my left. Firstly I felt her left breast through her dress. That thing was ready to pop out. Unsatisfied and growing increasingly hot by the kissing and her rubbing of my cock, I swapped hands, holding her with my left and bringing my right down the length of her body. I reached the hem of her dress and gently grabbed the soft warm flesh of her thigh. Then I slowly raised my hand up, contemplating that I had the day previously rubbed Daisy's thigh on this very couch in much the same way.

There was no protest from Alex and I began to wonder how far this would go. I raised my hand slowly up her inner thigh, expecting her to resist, but instead she opened her legs, placing her left leg over the arm of the chair. My fingers found the soft material of her knickers and I began to rub gently, mirroring what she doing to me. To my surprise, whilst I was focused down there, I found she was in the process on unzipping my fly. She then slipped her hand in, grabbing hold of my hard cock in her grip and slowly but firmly beginning to jerk me off. This was getting hotter by the second. I slipped my hand inside her knickers and ran a finger gently over her pussy without inserting it. She sighed, and I probed her pussy with two fingers, eventually settling to fingering her with a frantic twiddling, twitching and thrusting. It didn't take long for her to cum and her whole body tensed up and she went like jelly for a few moments, not letting go of my cock, but not jerking it either.

Alex came back to and pulled me on top her of her. Before I realised what was going to happen, she grabbed my dick and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed it inside her, and there it was, my curse was finally broken. I was fucking a girl again like I'd never been away. A real, live girl and I wasn't even paying her. I don't think a pussy has ever felt so good before or since, after my unintentional pussy famine. My cock was like a hypersensitive recording tool. I could feel every part of her as I thrust in and out of her.

The kissing had stopped now and we just fucking. I pulled the front of her dress down to see those fantastic breasts she'd been hiding. I was greeted by the sight of large and firm milky white breasts that were good enough to spend a few hours playing with. They were tipped with large, pale nipples, now standing to attention. I massaged them with hands and gently traced around one nipple with my tongue, then gradually brought my tongue to the nipple itself before lightly sucking on it.

Occasionally we would pause to kiss some more, but then I'd get right back to the hard, frantic fucking. This was not meant to be a played out two hour romp. This was a quick passionate fuck. At least I hope that's what it was as I could feel myself building to explode already.

Alex continued to ride me until I could back no longer. "I'm going to cum." I said.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill." She replied.

So fuck it, with a few last thrusts I came inside her.

Panting, I climbed off her and sat next to her, putting my arm around her. She leaned in to kiss me. Then said, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"No. But I'm glad it did."

She smiled, a sweet, warm smile, "Me too. But now we really have to go to sleep."

The next morning, still in the darkness of a closed curtained room, I woke up desperately needing to pee. I was faintly aware of another body in my bed as I got up and went to the toilet in the faint light. When I came back I put my arm around the waist of the warm body next to me and snuggled into her. I was just falling back to sleep again when I realised something wasn't right. I recognised the scent of the girl and it was not the scent of Alex. But the confusing thing is that she was wearing the same football top that I'd given Alex that night. Then I recalled that Alex had left early and even that she'd kissed me on the cheek before leaving. That meant that afterwards, Daisy had come in to my room, put on the same top that Alex has slept in, and slipped into my bed. That was some weird shit. But also on some level, it was kind of hot. There was definitely something not right with this girl. But, as I was often saying to myself recently, 'fuck it'.

With my head still on the pillow, my eyes almost closed, I ran my right hand down a little lower to see what clothing she had on. I found she was wearing a pair of thong knickers, but nothing else down below. I continued explore down there, under the guise that I assumed it was Alex. Daisy, still sleepy, did not protest, even when I ran fingers over her pussy on the outside of her knickers.

I moved my hands up, under her, Alex's or my shirt depending on you point of view, and began to fondle her breasts. Daisy's breasts were certainly not as large as Alex's, but they were still more than a handful, soft and warm and I gave each one a good fondle, twisting each of her nipples lightly for a few minutes. Then I ran my hand up to her neck and gently squeezed her throat with my left hand as my hand moved down to her pussy. Fuck her, if she was going to play this game then I was going to play dumb. I slipped my good hand into her knickers, quick enough so that she might not realise what was happening until it happened. I ran two fingers down her slit, then without warning I gently but firmly pushed them inside her. She was hot and wet. She'd clearly been enjoying things so far.

Daisy let out a little moan and her mouth opened in the darkness, her eyes still closed. So I began to finger her. A firm finger fuck with two fingers. Her pussy was soaking and Daisy began to writhe slightly in my arms and her breathing became more of a panting. I held her in place as my fingers relentlessly swished and swivelled in side her pussy.

"Fuckkkkkkk!" Daisy groaned as she stiffened and my fingers brought her to a hard climax. I held firmly on to her, tightening my grip on her throat and not letting up with my fingers until I felt she'd ridden the orgasm.

Then I slackened my grip on her, "Daisy what the fuck" I said, pretending to have just realised.

Daisy didn't say anything for a time, seeming to be somewhere else. But when she had collected herself, she said, "Shit, you just fingered me."

"I thought you were Alex."

"You made me fucking cum Justin."

"Evidently."

"Fucking asshole."

"How is this my fault?" I asked, noticing how she still hadn't moved from my arms.

"What, I always sleep in your bed. And the rangu skank had gone."

"You're in the same shirt she had on. I could have started fucking you." I exclaimed.

"Maybe you should have." She purred. Before adding, "I can't believe you fingered me. You dirty bastard."

"I didn't force you to cum."

"Your fingers did. Speaking of which," She grabbed my hand and brought it to my mouth. "Taste me and we're even."

"What?"

"Taste me on you fingers and I'll forgive you."

"You're not right in the head." I said, but put the two fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off them, tasting and enjoying her sweetness.

"That tastes amazing." I said. Before reaching down back down to her pussy again.

She squirmed away. "No you filthy bastard."

"Just one more taste." I said and she only made minimal effort to stop me. I slipped my fingers back into her pussy and moved them around, collecting some more of her juices.

"Okay you've got enough I think."

"I need a little more." I said, twitching my fingers about a bit more inside her.

"For fucks sake Justin." She squirmed.

I removed my fingers and then tasted her again. This time getting much more of her juices in my mouth.              

"Maybe I should just take my mouth straight down there?" I suggested.

She elbowed me, "Erm what part of I do not cheat don't get you get?"

"Didn't you just cheat?"

"Accidents happen." She replied coyly. "Now go and make a cup of tea and I'll let you keep your balls this time."

It was a few hours later, when Daisy had left for class when I called Phil. "What's up shit bag?" He asked.

"It's done!" I told him.

"What's done?"

"The curse... it's lifted."

There was a moment of silence. "You're shitting me?"

"I'm not, it's done. I got laid. With Alex.. just to be clear."

"Ah. Shit, that's such a relief. I mean I had this whole speech planned. Joan said today was the day I had to cut you loose. We just couldn't be associated with you any more. It was just too much embarrassment. But you did it. You actually did it. You know I'll have to verify this right?"

"I'm not sure how you'll go about that."

"I'll figure it out. So how was it?"

"Well it was just a quickie really. But it was fucking great. I mean really great."

"When you say quickie I hope you don't mean like ten seconds?"

"Thirty at least."

"My man."

"So. Don't we need to like celebrate or something." I asked.

Right then Zack came in the front door. I couldn't see him from where I was in the living room, but he shouted, "Yo." Before heading straight to his room.

"Yo." I replied. A montage of images of me fingering his girlfriend suddenly going through my head.

"Is that Zack?" Phil asked.

"Yeah."

"So the fucker does exist."

"Apparently so." I agreed.

"Wait, why aren't you in work?"

"It's fucking Sunday. Only retail plebs like you work Sunday."

"Fair enough. So what's next?" He asked.

"Well, I don't know, she kissed me before she left earlier. So... do I like... have a girlfriend now?"

"I dunno. I mean.. if you do, that means you have to behave yourself with the other ladies. But... it's been like twenty four hours or so since you met this girl. I still think we got some time for you."

"Wait... I don't want." I began

"Justin. You've been living like a monk for the past few months. You can't go straight into another relationship. I mean Alex seems nice, she's attractive, she's not frigid, she's got a great rack and for some reason she likes you, but take it slow bro."

"Al... Alright." I agreed. "I'm just going to see what happens. We're both young, we barely know each other."

"Exactly. Take it slow."

"But I've got to text her somethin'. I can't just ghost her."

"You are such a fucking sensitive mother fucker. But alright. Just be casual. Like... hey, last night was great. I hope you day is going okay. Speak soon. Kiss."

"Then like add at the end. I love you so much. Please marry me." I said dryly.

"Well you could try that. If you never want to see her again."

"Ha. Alright. What about you and Joan?"

"Well, good. Fucking good."

"She has great tits." I teased.

"She does. I like her."

"You... like her?" I probed.

"Yeah you know. She's great."

"What was it you said. Take it slow."

"Oh okay fuck you. Now, what's goin' on with the other bitch."

"I... can't say just now." I replied quietly.

"Okay. Well, we'll talk about that another times. Just watch yourself. What did I tell you?"

"Don't be a care bear"

"Don't be a care bear." He repeated. "I gotta go. Work to do and shit. Remember... take it slow."             

"Same to you."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

The phone went dead.

I looked up Alex number for a time, staring at it.

"Zack came out of his room and went straight for the front door. "Laters." He called.

"Laters." I called back.

I text Alex pretty much verbatim what Phil had suggested. I didn't expect a reply for some time, so I got to sorting some housework and chores since it seemed I was the only one capable of doing them.

My phone pinged about ten minutes later. It was Daisy. 'Party tonight... your/our place. Zack and me to attend. Probably some others. Start about 10 x.'

I smiled, feeling a little rush of exctiment that I would see her later then that nagging feeling that she wasn't mine and I kind of actually had a real girlfriend now. At least, she was a real person, who was a girl.

I text her back. 'Zack's actually coming? He just turned up briefly x.'

'Probably not. But I can't not invite him to a party in his own apartment can I x.'

'Fair enough.'

'Will the rangu be there?' She asked.

'She's got some family event thing today. So no. x'

'No!!! I'm seriously devoed. Maybe we should call it off? x.'

'I'm sure x.'

'What should I wear...'

She sent a selfie of her a tight fitting red dress. I waited and a minute or so later a second selfie wearing a purple top and a short denim skirt. Then she sent a third selfie in what black dress.

'Option 1.'

'Ok. What will I wear underneath? I'll think on it. Tonight should be fun. Laterz lover x.'

' Yeah hopefully. Laterz bitch x' I replied, putting my phone down, wondering what she meant by fun and thinking to myself that I might have to start hiding my phone from both Alex and Zack. I never knew what Daisy might say or what photos she might send out of the blue. Regardless I only had to wait a few hours for another party with booze, weed and girls.