“You arrogant ass,” I screamed.
Malcolm’s eyes swept around the restaurant, noting the faces of the people who had stopped eating and were now our captive audience.
“I will land King Park by myself and as for
your limp hot-dog, (I was mindful there were children listening), find another roll for it because it is certainly not getting eaten by me.” I threw some dollars on the table to cover my portion of the bill because there was no way I was owing the guy anything, then I turned on my heel and stomped out, waving down a cab and heading back to my own apartment far earlier than I had envisioned. I had really wanted a sundae too.
It wasn’t even ten pm and yet the lights were out at the front of the apartment. Looked like Chase and Todd might have gone out too. I was glad. It meant I could sulk on the couch for a couple hours and watch a movie, preferably something where a godawful guy got beaten to death. I opened the door of the apartment and saw a light was on in Chase’s room. Did he ever turn them off and think about the environment? I hung my coat, dropped my purse in the hallway and walked down to his room to turn it off. Then I heard moaning. I stopped in my tracks. Shit. Did Chase have a woman in his room?
Then I heard Chase’s voice as clear as day yell out.
“Fuck, Todd, I’m coming.”
What the hell?
I tiptoed down the corridor. My mind yelled at me to go back to my room but my body propelled me forwards. I stared through the crack between the door and the door jamb and my heart thudded at the scene in front of me. Todd was laid across Chase’s chest, his cock in his hand. His dick was huge, with thick veins and was an angry purple as if it was desperate to explode. Chase’s dick laid at the side of his leg, cum smeared on it after he had clearly just shot his load. I knew I should back away, this was private, but I was in shock. How had I not realized they were a couple? Had they deliberately tried to conceal it from me or was I just that goddamn naive and stupid I hadn’t noticed what was in front of my face? I was certainly noticing what was in front of my face now. Two cocks. I examined Chase’s. Though it was currently not erect, it appeared a decent size and was quite wide. Two huge dicks. They were lucky guys. I stayed by the doorway as Todd reached over to grab a bottle of lube. He tipped some out into his hand and then coated his dick. Then he lowered himself further down and lining his cock with Chase’s ass, he thrust forward into Chase’s puckered hole. Chase gasped, his face contorting in ecstasy as he placed his hand back on his own cock, which stirred into life. I watched the men in front of me fuck. Todd thrusting away until sweat beaded his forehead, Chase’s head hitting the headboard with each thrust. They were caught in a frenzied fuck until with a shout Todd reached his release, filling Chase’s ass with his cum. Then he shuffled right off the end of the bed and took Chase’s cock in his mouth where he sucked it until Chase came again, swallowing his load and licking his lips. I quietly backed away, not wanting to intrude on any intimacy. What I had done, spying on them like that was bad enough. I tiptoed back to my own room, where I stripped off my clothes, wiped the make up from my face and hit the shower. In the privacy of my own bathroom, away from the other bedrooms and with the shower masking any sounds, I let the tears fall, while I reached some kind of hysteria. Not only was I so bad in bed people felt they had to offer me lessons, but I was the only woman in the world who could get herself two hot roommates and discover they were gay. I sat on the floor of the shower while water cascaded down me and sobbed until I had nothing left to give.
When I eventually left the shower and toweled myself off, I put on my sleep shorts and cami, climbed under my comforter and came to an agreement with myself. I would definitely see Tiffany tomorrow and contact Henry Carter. I was going to become the best fucking fuck there was. A blow job queen and nothing was going to stop me. Haley Martin was not going to take this lying down I thought, then I realized that yes, I probably was. That thought made me smile and with that, I fell asleep.
Usually, on a Saturday I still got up early so I could make the most of the day but on this morning I stayed in bed and waited until I heard Chase and Todd leave. They had started going to Brandon’s gym as he had promised to help them develop a fitness regime and Saturday mornings were a day they could stick to. It also meant I knew that Tiffany was probably at home. She may have become a gym bunny with a fitness instructor husband but I knew she was a lazy bones and was no doubt currently making the most of being able to starfish in bed.
I got out of bed, wrapped myself in my robe, added bed socks to my ensemble because my feet were really cold and then I padded down the hall and into our living space where I headed for the kitchen and set up the coffee machine for some fresh heaven in a mug. I grabbed my phone from the side and saw I had a message.
Malcolm: You embarrassed yourself last night. You owe me an apology.
Was he serious? I felt my temper build again. I hit Tiff’s number and listened to it ring.
“Mmmmph.”
“Tiff. Code red.”
There was a muffled response which sounded akin to hold on and then I heard bedlinen rustle.
“What is it, girl. Who do I need to kill?”
“Can I come around? I’m still in my sleep shorts. I will bring coffee.”
“I will leave the door unlocked. Lock it behind you. You will find me under the comforter.”
I made two coffees and put them in reusable cups from a local coffee shop chain and went around next door. Pushing open the door I was always surprised at how similar their apartment was to ours. The only difference being theirs was a two bedroomed apartment.
I pushed open Tiff’s bedroom door. I could just see a birds nest of blonde hair poking out of the top of the comforter.
I put her coffee on her bedside table and got on the top of the covers and huddled next to her.
Tiff emerged slowly, an inch at a time until her head was visible. Then she sat up and grabbed her coffee from the side.
“So, code red, huh?”
“Yes. Like the quote I saw on Pinterest last week, it would appear rock bottom has a basement.”
She places an arm around me. “What’s happened, honey?”
“I went on another date with Malcolm.”
“You did what?” She screeched.
“I know, I know. He said he wanted to take me to dinner to apologize for his behavior last time. Really, he just wanted to feel me out for my secrets on King Park. He wants to muscle in on the development he knows I will get. I have worked my ass off, there’s no way he is getting his hands on it. Especially not now, the limp-dick.”