Chapter 37: Rowdy Roommate

Meredith's Point-of-View

"Umm…mmm." I moaned loudly.

I don't care how loud I was being. I don't care if the neighbors get pissed. Hell, I don't even care if they set up chairs and watched at this point, as long as this man kept kissing me.

His tongue was caressing mine roughly, his teeth nipping at my lip. His hands were everywhere, all at once. One of seventeen, had planted itself on my ass and was slowly groping it, another was holding my head in place while he plundered my mouth and another…was bringing one of my legs up to wrap around his waist.

Oh. Mah. Gawd

He was hard. Like really hard. Like steel pipe hard. He was grinding it up on my good girl. She was weeping…down my leg, which was sticky and gross and amazing all at the same time.

"Gah!" I exclaimed after a particularly thorough bump and grind. Seriously, my clit was singing show tunes.

I felt his hands go up under my dress and his finger trace at the edge of my soaked panties.

"Uh." I moaned, moving to let him know to keep going. Puh-lease keep going.

He understood my unspoken plea and I felt his fingers caress my soaked lips.

Oh, thank you baby Jesus, I thought as my head banged against the hallway wall and my eyes rolled back in my head. I will say a thousand Hail Marys if you let me cum right now. If you can overlook the fact that I am not Catholic. Amen.

His finger strayed to my entrance and I wiggled to get it to go in. Yes, I would prefer the big piece of man meat, but we were in a hallway people. I do have some morals. Okay I have done, but denial works for me. Remember?

Where was I? Oh yeah, his finger was hovering at my entrance and he seemed to take my hint to actually enter Water World.

"Ah." Relief. Now. if I can get him to use more than one. I mean, it would probably hurt as my hymen had probably grown back since the last time, I had had sex, but pain was good. As long as I got off…

Yes! Another finger, slipping and sliding in and out of GG…er…Good Girl. We will call her GG. Just like we called Derek's cock, DJ.

DJ and GG, the perfect couple. Let's get to coupling, shall we?

Okay just so you all know, I know that I am sounding rather spastic. But you try not having sex for over two years and see if you don't sound fucking mental.

I was brought back to the present very quickly when his thumb started circling the Clit. Yes, capital C. Because she was engorged and ready to take off.

"Yes." I moaned. He hit the mysterious G spot and, in that moment, I was glad he was Whorek, because not many guys found that ever.

"Right there, right there." I kept saying, over and over. He obeyed and I was tightening, taking off for flight and then…

He took his fucking fingers out!

What the hell?

"What the hell?" I protested.

He ignored me. This is the quietest I have ever seen him be.

"Seriously, you can't leave me hanging like this." I demanded.

He gripped my panties and ripped them off of me.

I gasped.

That was fucking hot! I was going to get laid; GG was doing the Conga and I barely resisted the urge to do the Cabbage Patch.

I helped him unbutton his slacks and release DJ.

Oh God, I may have to rename DJ, The Pretty. For pretty fucking hard and pretty fucking huge. It belonged in Ripley's Believe It or Not. Trust me whores. It was pretty.

I wanted to lick on it but refrained. Did I mention I haven't been humped in years?

He gripped my thighs and lifted me up, positioning me at his turgid length and impaled me.

Shit, shit, shit! Ouch! That hurt so fucking good!

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I awoke with a start. I was sweaty and gasping and horny as all fuck. I tried to get my bearings and realized that I was in my own bed, alone. I flopped back and growled in frustration.

It was a dream. A good dream. Why did I wake up?

"Yes, oh my god, yes. Harder! Right there! Guh!"

I turned my head slowly towards the wall to my right. My picture was shaking as the headboard in the next room hit the adjoining wall.

I almost cried. I was so horny, hot, sweaty, and unfulfilled and Amber was getting fucked really good right now it seemed.

"Oh God! I'm close. Don't stop. God don't stop! YESSSSSS!"

Dude replied with a load groan and it was quiet.

Ugh.

She was like one of my sisters.

I tried to calm down, to go back to sleep. I was hanging on the precipice when…

"Yeah, you like that? You like me riding your huge cock? Do you?"

Oh. My. God. My roommate, my snarky funny roommate, liked to talk dirty during sex. I looked at my ceiling.

"Why God, why? Do you hate me that much? What did I do? I didn't boil bunnies, shoot puppies, or put castor oil in my mom's coffee…okay I may have done that but wasn't it funny seeing her run for the shitter ever ten minutes? So please, I beg of you, please…make it stop." I pleaded.

It didn't stop. It continued, loudly. By hour two, I decided I didn't want to be tortured alone anymore.

So I picked up the phone.

"Someone better be dying," was the muttered response.

"Sounds like it." I grumbled.

I almost felt him perk up.

"Meredith?"

"Yeah, sorry for calling so late," I peered at my clock. 3:42am. "Or early…"

"It's fine. Are you okay?" He asked.

"No, I am most definitely not okay." I said.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" He said, clearing his throat. He sounded all sexy in the morning. Yum.

I held out the phone in answer as Amber had taken caterwalling to a whole new level.

I put the phone to my ear.

"What the hell is that? It sounds like a cat is dying." He asked.

"That is the sound of your sister having sex." I commented dryly.

He was silent for a long minute.

"Derek?" I asked.

"Why the hell would you let me hear that?" He asked, sounding disgusted.

"Why not? If I have to hear it, you sure as hell should have to." I said.

"Who's the guy?" He asked.

"I am not entirely sure she knows. She hasn't screamed a name out other than God. I doubt she is fucking him." I said.

He made a sound between a chuckle and a strangled sigh.

"Oh, Oh, right there, oh, oh, Jacksonnnnnn!" She screamed.

"Oh, it's Jackson." I informed him.

"What?" He asked, or rather, screamed.

"Okay enough with the screaming." I complained.

"Sorry. Just…why?" He asked.

"He's hot." I told him.

"So, I am hot too." He said.

"Yes, I know. I didn't think that you wanted your sister to consider you though." I said slowly.

"I don't mean that! I mean, I am hot and yet, I am getting no action and Jackson is ugh. He is getting laid by my sister right now. Where is the justice in this world?" He complained.

"Thankfully, the laying has stopped for the moment." I informed him. "Maybe I can go back to sleep. I was having a really good dream and the hyena interrupted it. I was about to have my first non-mechanical orgasm in two years."

Please tell me I didn't say that out loud.

"What?" He choked out.

Oh, I did. Shit.

"Nothing…" I said innocently.

"You were having a sex dream? Was I in it?" He asked.

"That is private! Yes, you were in it and we were outside, in the hall, against the wall and you were so big and hard, and did I say big? Oh my god, it felt so good and I was interrupted. I am so frustrated!"

I took a deep breath after my ramble.

"You still want to cum?" He asked, his voice all low and sultry.

Well, now that he mentioned it.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Okay, take off your clothes." He demanded.

"I am already naked." I told him.

He sucked in his breath.

"Play with your breasts. Touch them as you would have me to."

I immediately obeyed, moaning as my nipples pebbled up into hard points.

"Now take one of your hands and slide it slowly down your abdomen and let it tangle in your curls." He instructed.

"I wax." I told him breathlessly.

"Now, go lower…wha?" He stopped. I could hear him swallow hard.

I rolled my eyes.

"I wax, as in no pubes. Now, keep going." I ordered.

"Um…it's late. I need some sleep. Surgery and all. Night."

"Hello? Hello!"

I looked at my phone in confusion.

Did he just hang up on me?

I threw myself back against my bed and used a pillow to stifle my scream of frustration.

"Oh God! That is so good!"

She was so going to pay for this.