The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Naomi was on the verge of tears. They were in the apartment’s small kitchen to discuss Naomi moving in. It was Jim who was in charge of the financial affairs of the group. He had graduated last year and had an actual job. Will and Fred were still seniors but contributed equally to the rent and other expenses.

  “If she’ll pay a portion of the rent,” said Fred, “I wouldn’t object. It’ll save money for all of us.”

  “Her name’s not on the lease,” said Jim. “That’s reason enough to say no.”

  Naomi stood up. “Forget it. I don’t have any money for rent. I wouldn’t be able to help out. I shouldn’t have let Will ask you two.” Before anything else could be said, she walked out of the apartment.

  Will was about to complain to Jim and his ham-handed treatment of Naomi, but Jim spoke first. “I can’t believe you you’d ask if your girlfriend can stay with us for free. Fucking ridiculous.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” Will said defensively. It was a stupid thing to say. He wished she was his girlfriend, but he managed to get ahold of his tongue before he uttered those words.

  Jim perked up. “No? I’d definitely fuck her. If she let me fuck her, I’d let her stay here a week.”

  “Don’t be fucking crude. She’s not a prostitute.”

  Jim shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

  Fred stood up. “If she can’t contribute money,” he said. “I mean, maybe if she’d clean up and take care of the cooking and everything. Then maybe…”

  It was too much for Will. “Whatever. I’ve got a study group to go to.” It was a lie and they all knew it. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

  He was only slightly surprised to find Naomi in the stairwell crying. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” she said between tears. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up and I shouldn’t have even asked you. It was wrong.”

  “It’s probably not a good place for you to stay anyway,” Will told her. He snorted in disgust. “Jim actually said he’d let you stay a week if you’d fuck him. Fucking pig.”

  “Really?” she asked between sniffles.

  “Crude, huh?”

  “Yeah…” she half-heartedly agreed and let out a rueful laugh.

  Chapter Three

  When Will got home from class, Jim’s bedroom door was shut. Muffled music was coming through the door, but that didn’t stop the sounds of sex from escaping as well. Jim had slept with a variety of women since they rented the apartment. It didn’t surprise him.

  What did surprise him was what happened next. He was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Jim’s door opened. He figured the girl or Jim was headed to the bathroom for a bit of post-coital cleanup. It was Naomi who walked out of the bedroom.

  “Shit,” she said upon seeing Will and froze in place.

  “Hey,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say. He just stared at her wrapped up in Jim’s bathrobe.

  “Um…hi.”

  “What are you doing here?” he asked. The moment after he said it, he realized how stupid the question was.

  She didn’t answer the question directly. “I mean…you were going to find out eventually, right?” She let out a little breath of surprise in herself. “It would be impossible to hide it from you.”

  Will, showing all the power of a liberal arts education, connected the dots. “You fucked Jim for a place to stay.” It came out half as an accusation and half a statement of disappointment.

  “Not exactly,” said Jim as he walked out of his bedroom. He was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. Will was glad Jim had something on, even if he was bare-chested. “I think I cut a pretty damn good deal for all of us.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Will said as the four of them gathered in the kitchen at evening.

  “It’s empty space,” said Jim. “Why let it go to waste?”

  “You can’t prostitute someone for a place to stay,” Will objected.

  “This is my decision,” Naomi interrupted. “I can do what I want with my body and life!”

  Will glared at her a moment while Jim spoke again. “Look. It’s all perfectly fair. She spends one week fucking me, then a week fucking you, and a week fucking Fred. Everyone gets a fair shot at her every month. It’ll be a like a month-to-month lease.”

  “What about the fourth week?” asked the ever practical Fred. He looked around the table nervously, as if this mutually agreed upon bit of modern prostitution disturbed him more than it should have.

  “Period week,” said Jim. Naomi rolled her eyes.

  “I don’t want your leftovers,” Fred said sourly. It sounded like a lame excuse, even to Will.

  “Don’t talk about Naomi like that,” Jim objected. “This is perfect. I’m getting us all a woman to have sex with whenever we want at no additional cost, plus she’ll help keep up the apartment. And if you don’t want her your week,” he grinned lusciously, “I’ll be happy to take her off your hands. No additional charge.”

  Fighting to keep from punching Jim in the face, Will turned to Naomi. “You don’t have to do this,” he said to Naomi.

  “I have to stay somewhere,” she said. “Besides, I’ve done worse for less.”

  That shocked Jim. Was it true or was she just putting on a brave face for him? Or herself?

  “What if—what if—what if,” Fred repeated trying to come up with an objection. He often folded in front of Jim, but this time he came up with something. “What if she’s a lousy lay?”

  “She’s not,” Jim told him. “I can assure you of that.” He gave them all an overly broad wink.

  Will remained silent, hating himself for silently agreeing with Jim.

  “Look, we’re going to try it for a week, and then we’ll reassess.” Jim, older and with a job, had made the decision for the apartment.

  Will wasn’t sure if he was angry at the decision, or thrilled that he’d be able to continue to fuck Naomi. It wasn’t like she had been faithful to him during the month they were together as sophomores.

  “I suppose you get her for the first week?” asked Will, glancing back and forth between Naomi and his friend. Fred said nothing, his objections having faded away.

  “Of course. She’s already started on that.”

  Naomi didn’t look at him.

  Chapter Four

  It took Naomi a surprisingly short amount of time to move in to the tiny room. She only had a pair of suitcases, some boxes, a few small plastic totes, and a giant laundry bag. Added to that was a laptop and some books. She had no furniture, no bed, and no desk. It didn’t really matter because the tiny bedroom that was supposed to be for her was barely big enough for a bed.

  Will said nothing to her for the first couple of days, not that she had time to notice him ignoring her. Between moving in, going to class, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, along with fucking Jim, she had no free time at all.

  Will heard her and Jim having sex in the bedroom all the time. And by all the time that meant in the morning before Jim left for work and at night when he went to sleep. Jim had graduated the year before, landed a halfway decent job, and stuck around the college to hang out with younger friends and live a party life. If nothing else, Jim was determined to get as much value out of Naomi as possible before he handed her over to Will and Fred.

  Because of the vagaries of his class schedule, Will was often home in the middle of the day. He didn’t expect to find Naomi in the kitchen wearing an oversized nightshirt while eating cereal. It was well into fall and they hadn’t turned on the heat yet. He could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the nightshirt but she wasn’t complaining about being cold.

  He was hungry and he didn’t want to hide in his room to eat, so he grabbed a bowl and cereal as well. “Hey,” he said as he sat down. “Aren’t you…cold?” he asked, indicating her chest.

  Naomi glanced down at herself, saw the small bumps projecting through her
shirt, and shrugged. “No, not really.” She didn’t even bother to try to hide her nipples.

  “You don’t mind…being like that?” he asked, fascinated and uncomfortable at the same time.

  She shrugged again. “You’ve seen me naked before. What does it matter?”

  They ate in silence.

  When she finished, she rinsed out her bowl and put it in the sink for later washing. Turning around, she leaned back against the counter and looked at Will while he pretended to read an accounting textbook. The nightshirt barely reached mid-thigh on her and she tried to present herself at an attractive angle to Will, but he was using all his concentration to ignore her. Naomi tried a more direct approach.

  “Wanna fuck?”

  He looked up at her in surprise. “What?”

  “Wanna fuck?” she repeated. “Jim was in a hurry this morning and didn’t get me off, but he left me horny. So…do you want to have sex?”

  It was hard for Will to wrap his head around what she was offering him. “Aren’t you supposed to be having sex with Jim this week?”

  She nodded. “And I am. But I can have sex with whoever I want. I’d ask Fred, but he’s not here. I’d like to fuck him. I mean, I’ve already had sex with you. It’s not anything new. I’m looking forward to doing him. It’ll be fun. But right now I need to get off. I’m horny. And if you don’t want to fuck, then I’ll just jill off and go to class.”

  He almost wanted to tell her to jill off and be done with it. He was on the verge of telling her to fuck Jim for the rest of this week, fuck Fred the next week—if he was willing—and then spend the following week in her tiny bedroom because he was done with her.

  But Will was a horny twenty one year old man and just her offer had made his cock hard.

  “You’re going to get a reputation as a slut,” he told her.

  “God I hope so,” she prayed. “I’m horny all the time and not only are you three a godsend for giving me a place to live, but I’ve got three guys willing to fuck me at the drop of a hat.” She paused. Or two guys at least. Jim’s been fucking me and I keep catching Fred staring at me drooling. You however…you’ve been ignoring me. ” She lifted up her nightshirt and tossed it on the small kitchen table.

  Will looked over her body. Her short brown hair was arranged in a messy style, most likely because she hadn’t yet showered. Her tits were still amazing. There was the small gold ring she always wore through her belly button. Since she had started fucking Jim, she had carefully shaved her pubic hair into a neat, one inch wide landing strip. Everything about her was sexy.

  “Are you sure?” he asked her.

  Naomi opened up her stance a little bit and slid her hand up and around her thigh to cup her pussy. From where he was sitting it was obvious that she had pushed her middle finger up into her pussy. “For God’s sake, yes.”

  There was a pause as he watched her finger go in and out of her pussy while she stared at him, waiting for him to crumble.

  “Sure,” he agreed. “My bed?”

  “Yes. Not in Jim’s. He needs to change his sheets and there’s no bed in my room.”

  She led the way and he watched at her firm ass swayed back and forth on the short walk to his bedroom. He didn’t give her a chance to turn around and just shoved her to down to her hands and knees on the bed while he unbuttoned his pants to get his cock out.

  “Hurry up,” she urged him. “I’m really horny. I need to be fucked.”

  He did exactly as she asked. He held her in place on her hands and knees while he knelt behind her. His pants were down around his knees and he still had his t-shirt on while Naomi was completely naked. She was panting and arching her back. His cock was already between her legs but not in her pussy. The way she was acting, it was like she was a desperate animal in heat.

  Impatient, she reached down between her legs, grabbed his cock, and slipped it up inside her body. She was wet and hot, which wasn’t a surprise, but Will couldn’t help but think that maybe she was so wet because Jim had fucked her that morning and his cum was still inside her. She obviously hadn’t showered but how carefully had she cleaned up afterward? Had she cleaned herself at all? He found that it didn’t matter…at least not to his cock.

  But then his hips started moving as if on their own and all thoughts beyond pure sex vanished from his head. It was easy to fuck Naomi, mostly because she liked to fuck. Everything about her seemed to exude sex and that only pushed him—and presumably other men—to want to fuck her more.

  It was all about getting a physical release, but Jim found that he still wanted to please her. He managed to hold out long enough to hear her groan loudly and deeply and felt her pussy contract tightly on his cock, letting him know she had cum. Only after that did he grab her hips and pump her as hard and fast as he could. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh was loud, almost as loud as Naomi’s moans, and eventually he came. He came hard enough to drive her forward, face down into his pillows, almost smothering her, pinning her down to the bed with his weight.

  “Should we have used a condom?” he asked after he rolled off her body.

  “I’m safe,” she told him. “And clean. So I should be safe…unless you’ve given me something.”

  He chuckled ruefully. “Yeah…I’ve had sex with two different girls since you, both times with condoms. I think we’re good.” He was thinking about Jim, but he refused to say his roommate’s name.

  “You’re thinking about Jim,” she said. Naomi had always been very perceptive.

  “Um…”

  “I make him use condoms.”

  “Oh. Good to know.”

  “Thanks for the fuck,” she said as she rolled off the bed and headed to the door. “Mind if I shower first?”

  “No. Go ahead.” Will glanced at the clock. He’d barely have enough time to make it to his second class that day if he hurried. Would it make a difference if he didn’t shower? He already had showered earlier in the day. The idea of going to class with the smell of Naomi’s body on his made his cock stir.

  He got ready to leave, but waited until the last minute, listening to Naomi in the bathroom, the shower running. When it was finally too late he called through the bathroom door, “Naomi? I’ve gotta go to class. I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay.” He was upset with her answer but just nodded to himself and left.

  It only occurred to him when he was halfway to class that she might have been waiting for him to join her in the shower.

  “Fuck,” Will cursed.

  Chapter Five

  The apartment had four bedrooms, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a common living room area that was the center of the apartment’s social life.

  Will was mildly surprised to come home late from class to find Jim fucking Naomi over the back of the couch. They didn’t acknowledge him at first. It was possible that they didn’t even hear him because they were so wrapped up in the moment of sex. While he didn’t mind seeing Naomi naked in the living room, he could have done without seeing Jim’s bare ass fucking her from behind. Naomi was making her usual groaning and moaning sounds, obviously enjoying what Jim was doing for her, while Jim was muttering under his breath. It took Will a few seconds to understand what his roommate was saying.

  “You like that, don’t you, slut? You like being a whore. You like sleeping around. Fucking tramp. Whore. Slut. Jezebel. Tramp. Moll. Doxy. Fucking whore. Fucking slut!”

  It was just a series of insults—though Will was impressed with Jim’s vocabulary of derogatory terms for women—and to each one of them it sounded like Naomi was agreeing with Jim. “Uh-huh. Yeah,” kept coming out of her mouth.

  He didn’t know what to do. Jim had the right to fuck Naomi—and she wasn’t complaining—but Will was uncomfortable at them fucking in the living room. If nothing else, it seemed rude and very unsanitary and inconsiderate. But he didn’t want to interrupt them and at the same time he didn’t want to cause a scene. Instead he just went to his room, passing through the edge of
the living room as he did so, and closed his bedroom door to drown out their noise.

  It didn’t work. He could clearly hear them through the thin, hollow core door. Will put in his ear buds and listened to music as loudly as possible for the next ten minutes. When he turned off the music, it was silent.

  Figuring it was safe to leave his room, he opened the door with the intention of making something to eat in the kitchen. He ran smack into Jim who was headed from the living room to the bathroom. He was buck naked and his cock hung soft and wet between his legs. Will’s eyes went to it and then to his friend’s face as Jim reflexively coved up his nudity with his hand.

  “Fuck dude! What are you doing?” he demanded of Will.

  “I was going to make a sandwich,” Will had enough presence of mind to say. “You’re blocking the way.”

  Jim stepped aside because he didn’t want to cause a scene. “I’d ask what you’re doing,” Will continued, a sly smile on his face, “but it’s pretty fucking obvious.” He walked by Jim and glanced into the living room before turning to the kitchen.

  Naomi stood next to the couch wearing only a shirt that reached her hips but didn’t really cover her pussy. She smiled and shrugged at him, her expression not at all uncomfortable with him knowing what she and Jim had been doing. “The moment took us,” she explained as the sound of water from the shower started running.

  “We need to have a meeting,” Jim sighed.

  “About what?” Naomi asked. She didn’t scramble for her clothes. He found himself staring at her crotch. Her pubic hair was damn.

  “About people having sex in the living room.”

  The meeting was uncomfortable to say the least, but Will was determined not to let Jim be an asshole and run wild in their shared space just because he had talked Naomi into prostituting herself for a place to sleep.

  “You’re fucking lying,” said Fred later that evening when they all sat down at the small table in the kitchen.

  “Why would I fucking lie about Jim and Naomi having sex in the living room?” asked Will.