Out on the Serve (Out in College 7)

He sat back on his heels and licked his palm before jacking his cock. I idly wondered how I’d missed that he’d lost his ubiquitous board shorts. I watched the show intently, admiring the flex and pull of his ab muscles as he worked himself over. God, he was beautiful.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled, shooting jizz over his fingers and chest.

I was pretty sure there was nothing hotter than being fully dressed and having a naked man kneeling at my feet. Okay, both of us naked might be hotter, but just a glimpse of us in all our disheveled glory made my spent dick twitch in appreciation. I grinned as I met his gaze and—

“Elly!”

“Oh, my God. Is that your mom?” I panic-whispered, slamming the bathroom door.

Elliot groaned as he stood. He wiped his stomach with the toothpaste towel and quickly pulled his shorts on before washing his hands. “Show time.”

I batted the towel away from him when he reached for it again. “Gross. Get a clean one. What are we going to do? We can’t waltz out of here like nothing happened. She’s going to know!”

Elliot’s lips curled in amusement. “Yeah, but there’s not much we can do about it, so brace yourself. She’s cool, but she’s a lot.”

Great. Just fucking great. My first walk of shame. I didn’t have a choice, though. I couldn’t hide in here or race across the hall to my room. I had a fucking date to keep. I hurriedly cleaned up and put myself back together.

“What should we do? What should we say? You do the talking. But don’t tell her what we did. Fuck, do you think she’ll guess? She’ll guess, won’t she? And she’ll think I’ve been messing around with her son before going on a date with a girl and—ugh.”

Elliot snickered. “That’s exactly what you’re doing, but don’t worry, and quit freaking out. My mom won’t be fazed.”

“Are you kidding? Mine would—”

“Where the fuck are you, El?”

“Be right there, Ma!” He lowered his voice and winked. “Ready?”

“No! You go first. Distract her. I’ll wait a few minutes, then come out.”

He rolled his eyes as he twisted the doorknob. “Okay, chief. By the way, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered. I’m—wait. Do I look okay? Can you tell…?”

“That you just got your dick sucked? Maybe. But it’s a good look on you. See you out there.”

Elliot opened the door and went to greet his mom. I washed my hands, turning the water on at full pressure to drown out the sound of a boisterous hello so I could have a word or two with myself. Pull it together, Braden. Act cool, casual, calm. You’ve got this.

When my heartbeat slid into neutral and I thought I could speak to a stranger without stuttering, I straightened my collar, pasted a smile on my face, and headed for the living room to meet Karma.

Wow. Elliot’s mom was beautiful and younger than I expected…tall and busty with long blonde hair and ruby-red lips. She wore a form-fitted turquoise sequined top with a plunging neckline, skintight white jeans, and bright-yellow wedge heels. She would have stood out in any crowd anywhere…and something told me she liked it that way.

“…get your ass in gear. I don’t have all night. I’m fuckin’ exhausted. Why aren’t you dressed?” she scolded him, pointing a long red fingernail at his chest.

Even with her height and her heels, she was still a couple of inches shorter than Elliot. I catalogued family resemblances as quickly as possible from afar. He had her California sun-kissed coloring, strong jaw, and perfect nose. Elliot was the epitome of laid-back and natural, while his mom had a flashy look I didn’t associate with parental types. And once they started talking, I could tell their relationship was nothing like the uber-traditional one I had with my folks.

“You’re always late. It’ll take me two seconds.”

“My ass it will! You need a shower. You smell like cum. What were you doing, jacking off in the bathroom? Jesus. Boys never fuckin’ grow up.”

“Um…hello,” I said awkwardly.

She spun on her heels suddenly and set her hand over her heart like I’d shocked the hell out of her, though her mischievous grin said otherwise. “Well, hello. And who is this?”

“My roommate. Braden, this is my mom. Mom, this is Braden.”

Her shrewd gaze darted between us. I could practically see the wheels turning and dammit, I could tell the second she put it together. Her mouth widened to a perfect O before morphing into a shit-eating grin. My only option was to bluster my way through an introduction and get the fuck out ASAP.

I moved forward with my hand outstretched. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. So you and my son, eh?” She wagged her finger between us meaningfully.

“No, I’m just the roommate,” I said with a nervous laugh.