Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  I scooted my chair back and stood up tall, sticking my hand out for Annabel to grab. She glimpsed up at me through her mascara-covered lashes like a deer in headlights, completely stunned by what had just happened. "Come on, Ann," I whispered to her, and she hesitantly intertwined our fingers together and let me lead her out of the conference room.

  Keagan and Lucy had some look on their face, and I couldn't decipher whether or not it was disappointment or pride. Either way, I didn't care. As much as I thought Annabel was the most annoying, stubborn, brat to ever exist, I still was immensely protective over her and it was so weird. This whole roommates thing was freaking confusing.

  Chapter 9

  Annabel

  I was still in shock that Stuart had actually stood up for me. I expected him to laugh along with the guy, instead of making a scene and storming out of the place like he was as truly offended as I was.

  The entire limo ride back to our new beach house was completely silent, mainly because I was so stunned that I could barely even mutter a word out. His actions were so confusing. I still hated him. I probably always will until he attempts to apologize for what happened between us, but I always thought the feeling of hate was mutual. Now Stuart seems to be being nice to me, and I couldn't understand what had caused him to do so.

  My stomach was tied in knots as I darted towards the bathroom when we got home, but I soon realized that the pain in my stomach was not from nerves, it was cramps. All I could view was the color red that had stained my freaking favorite pair of underwear, meaning that my stupid monthly gift had arrived.

  I inserted my female weapons of mass destruction, as Stuart would say, before flushing the toilet and rinsing my hands in the sink. Another cramp struck my abdomen and I collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position, letting out a yelp and some profanities.

  I hate being a girl.

  The only possible way for me to get rid of my horrid cramps was for me to take some Midol and have someone rub my belly. I suppose I could rub it myself, but it always felt better when someone else did it. When I was younger I would always have my mother do it because she was another woman and she understood my immense pain that wasn't even fair. It would be very uncomfortable for me to ask Stuart this favor, but at this point, I didn't care.

  My feet squished against the white carpet in the living room as I travelled towards the bedroom where I was assuming Stuart was currently located. I sucked in a deep breath to prepare myself, reminding my brain that I needed to do what I needed to do to stop this pain, no matter how awkward it may be.

  My shaky hand grasped the door handle and I slowly pushed it open, revealing Stuart laying on the bed, with his arm bent in a triangle shape so his hand was against his head, propping him up against the headboard. The other hand was holding his phone and he was mindlessly scrolling on it, most likely creeping on Twitter like he always does.

  "Stu?" I asked softly, causing his brown eyes to shift their gaze from his phone to me. "Um, could I ask you a favor? It's kind of weird, but-"

  He tossed his phone to the side and sat up straighter, making his loose fitting tank top flop around a bit. "What do you need?"

  I hesitantly approached him and perched on the mattress, feeling heat already starting to rise to my cheeks just by how uncomfortable this was. I swallowed the lump in my stomach that formed. "So, I have cramps. And, uh, I was wondering if you could-"

  "Rub your tummy?" Stuart interrupted, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. I nodded. "Yeah, sure. I did it for Mali before. Um, do you, uh, just want to lay down?"

  "Okay," I replied, scooting over to place my head onto his thighs while the rest of my body stretched out along the bed. My breathing started to quicken as I realized that I was allowing Stuart to touch me, even though I still despised him.

  He ran a hand through his dark hair before carefully dragging my shirt up and exposing my stomach. His eyes locked on mine as if to confirm that this was okay, and his palms slowly reached my belly, gently rubbing slow circles against my skin. "Is this good?" Stuart asked cautiously, still staring at me rather than my abs.

  "Yes," I squeaked out, feeling my breathing hitch in my throat as his motions began to relax my intense cramps.

  He licked his lips. "So, you're on your period. Does this mean you are going to be even more moody and annoying than usual?"

  "Probably," I answered quickly, stifling out a giggle and surprising myself. I was laughing in front of the person I hate most. What is even going on?

  Stuart smiled too, but almost instantly changed his lips back to normal. This was so incredibly weird for us, yet he still kept rubbing up and down and letting his fingers dig into my skin. "Um, today at the press conference, you know how you said you listened to my band? Do you actually do that, or no?"

  In all honesty, when the first album came out I avoided it under all circumstances. I wanted nothing to do with anything Stuart was associated with. I bet it's good, he was always talented, and I'm guessing the rest of his band is too, but I never met them because I moved to America and Stuart had changed schools afterward which is where he met Benjamin and Bradley. The radio constantly played some of their stuff and I would catch myself singing along until I realized who had created it.

  "I listened to the underwear song and the really sad one when they were on the radio, but that's it. Sorry. I mean, I bet the rest of your music is good too I just never bothered to listen to it considering the fact that I wanted nothing to do with you," I explained with a shrug, then I realized what I said. "And I still don't."

  Stuart's face flashed with a look of some type of emotion that I couldn't decipher, and I almost felt bad for stating that I still didn't like him. But I just wouldn't allow myself to snap back to the way things used to be without receiving an apology for what he had did to me, even if he was massaging my stomach.

  "Thanks for earlier," I stated, since Stuart obviously wasn't going to respond to my comment. He was now in complete concentration on kneading his hands into my skin to relieve any lingering cramps. "You didn't have to stick up for me, but I really appreciate the fact that you did."

  He sent me a sheepish grin. "I don't know why I did it, to be honest. Like I just got really protective over you all of a sudden, even though I think you are one of the most stubborn brats to ever exist. It's weird. I guess my mind just always thinks of you as my best friend, even if we aren't anymore."

  "Well, thank you," I said after a few moments of silence since I wasn't sure how to respond to his rambling.

  Stuart stopped moving his palms, making me want to whine, and looked down at me with full attention. "I want to be friends again, Anna. I miss you. I have for four years. I don't like hating you because I used to care so much about you. Why can't we just forget about what happened and move on? We can just go back to the way things were, Ann. Come on."

  I groaned, removing my head off of his pillow-like lap so I could sit upright. "We can't just move on and pretend nothing happened. You hurt me and you have no idea how badly what you did affected me. You owe me an apology."

  He sighed heavily, obviously getting frustrated by how stubborn I am. "Annabel! If I apologize it's just going to bring back bad memories that I don't want to speak of. Can we please just forget about it?"

  "Forget about it?" I repeated, raising my voice in exasperation. I scoffed at how much of an idiot he was. "You took my virginity and then humiliated me for it! How the hell do you expect me to just forget about that?"

  Chapter 10

  Annabel

  || Four Years Prior ||

  "But Charles is in Grade 12. He's obviously experienced and I'm just an innocent girl two years younger than him with a major crush on the kid," I stated with a huff, curling my knees up to my chest.

  I was currently sitting on Stuart's couch, with him placed directly next to me. It was our usual Friday night movie marathon, but I have resorted to talking my best friend's ear off about the boy I was absolutely smitten with. Charles had light
brown hair and electric green eyes that reminded me of a lush forest. He was the captain of the basketball team and had a six pack that I drooled over, along with an exceptional sense of humor and a seat next to me in my advanced math class.

  The only thing wrong with Charles was that his magnificent beauty had caused him to date a lot of girls and I was very aware that he was not a virgin, but I still was. I mean, I was nearly sixteen, so there was nothing wrong with that, but I just didn't want him to expect me to be up to par with sexual acts when I have yet to ever experience any. I was beyond nervous for our date next weekend, simply due to this sole reason.

  Stuart groaned, turning his head to face mine. "Ann, it's not even a big deal. It's not like he is going to force you to do anything. Charles's a good guy."

  "It's not about him forcing me to do anything. I just, I don't want to disappoint him or embarrass myself in front of him. I really like him, Stu, but he's just so out of my limit and I don't want to mess this up," I rambled on, not biting back the worries from rolling off of my tongue.

  Stuart shot me a look, almost as if he was saying "shut up" with his eyes. I knew in the back of my mind that I should stop talking since all of this was stupid. I've never been so worried about a boy liking me before. But I was so infatuated with Charles. He was practically my celebrity crush.

  My best friend wrapped his arm around me, pulling my body close to him so I could cuddle up against his own. Stuart and I were in different friend groups at school; he hung out with his popular soccer playing friends and I hung out with my smart and ambitious friends. Stuart was switching to a private school focused on music next year anyways, so our separate cliques weren't that big of a deal. But no matter what, we always came over to each other's houses practically every night to spend time with each other. He has been my favorite person in the entire world since I was a toddler and I can guarantee he will be for the rest of my life as well.

  "I don't know what you would like me to do about this, babe. Charles is an idiot if he would stop seeing you because you're inexperienced, that isn't your fault and you are an amazing girl regardless," Stuart told me, rubbing my arm gently as if he was warming me up. "And don't let him take your virginity just because you want him to like you. Do it with someone you love. Someone you trust."

  "The only boy I trust is you," I said softly, giggling to myself and resting my head on his shoulder.

  Stuart shot straight up, his brown eyes widening in realization. "That's it! Anna, you're a genius! We found our solution for your problem!"

  I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion. "What on Earth are you talking about, Stu?"

  "You can lose your virginity to me! That way you won't regret it and that way if Charles does want to go further than first base you will have some practice," Stuart spoke in a tone that made it seemed like this situation was obvious.

  My mouth parted open slightly as I sat there, stunned and shocked by his proposition. Stuart was my best friend and nothing more. Sure, we may have kissed on New Year's Eve a few times when the ball dropped, and we may be as close as can be, but I don't think having sex would be beneficial to our relationship. "Stuart, won't that be a little weird for our friendship?"

  He shook his head rapidly, causing his dark hair to shake. "Not really. Come on, Ann, I was your first kiss, it just makes sense for me to be your first time too. It's really awkward and scary your first time, especially if it's with someone you barely know, so if you do it with someone who loves you than you have nothing to worry about. And I could teach you!" Stuart said excitedly. "I mean, I'm only a little older and have only had sex twice, but at least you wouldn't be intimidated by me."

  He did make a valid point. I would rather lose it to Stuart than to Charles, but I still was uneasy about the future of our friendship. "I don't want people to know about this though. And I don't want us to act any differently afterward."

  "We won't," Stuart promised, placing his hands on my waist carefully. "And I promise I will not tell a soul that this happened. This is between you and me. Between my best friend and I. And no one else. Okay, Ann?"

  I nodded my headed cautiously, finally breaking a little smile. I wouldn't have agreed to this if I didn't have a teeney weeney crush on Stuart that I have never discussed with him before. But it's hard not to like Stuart when he is one of the most attractive boys in our school, only a sliver behind Charles, and since I spend every single day with him. My heart began to race with nerves and anticipation, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Stuart wanted to do this not as a favor, but because he actually wanted to be intimate with me. Maybe he had a teeney weeney crush on me too.

  Stuart grinned at me, taking my hand in his and pulling us towards his bedroom. I was very thankful that his parents and Mali had went out to a friend's gathering tonight and wouldn't be home until well after midnight.

  I perched myself on the bed that I have slept in many times before and started to lift my shirt up, but Stuart quickly shook his head after shutting the door and swatted my hands away. "No, Ann, let me," Stuart insisted, taking my sweatshirt off so I was just in my bra and letting his eyes scan over the breasts that he has seen in a bathing suit numerous times. "Just relax, alright? And if at any time you don't feel comfortable with this anymore and want to stop, just tell me. I hope I didn't pressure you into this."

  "No, I want to," I replied almost too fast, making my cheeks flush a bright red color. He beamed at me again, placing both of his palms on my bare waist, and leaned in closer to me. "You can kiss me, Stu."

  He eagerly pressed his lips to mine, making it more than the subtle peck I was used to with him. Our lips molded together and moved in sync as Stuart pushed our bodies back onto the mattress, with him towering over me. He moved to pepper kisses down my neck and although I expected this to be highly uncomfortable, I couldn't help but feel surprisingly aroused by our make-out session. Apparently, due to the bulge pressing against my crotch, so did Stuart.

  The rest of our clothes had been thrown off in the midst of our heated kissing that lasted for well over ten minutes, and it was interesting to see how natural it was for me to remove the apparel without being too clumsy. I was nearly panting for breath now and my heart was pounding loudly against my chest as Stuart knelt back, sliding a condom on properly and then situating himself in between my exposed legs that were covered in goosebumps.

  "God, you're so beautiful, Anna. Okay, are you sure about this? Are you ready?" Stuart questioned, his eyes searching my face for an answer while still sneaking peaks at my exposed chest and the trail of purple marks near them.

  "I'm ready to rumble," I teased, making him roll his eyes at me and stifle out a giggle at my ridiculous sense of humor.

  Stuart bent down and pressed a kiss onto my forehead. "Oh my God, okay, this is happening. It's going to hurt, alright? Just please stop me if you want me to, Ann."

  "Okay," I agreed, sucking in a deep breath and shutting my eyes tightly as I felt his gentle thrust into me. I yelped in pain, practically gasping by the sudden entrance, and shifted to try and stop my discomfort.

  "I'm sorry, Anna. You okay?" Stuart checked again. I nodded, biting down on my lips to prevent any weird noises from escaping. "It will be better soon. Just be glad it's me because you are making the funniest face in the world right now."

  I somehow managed to laugh even though I was in pain and felt really uncomfortable. It switched to pleasurable moments later, and soon enough Stuart had finished his business and was now laying down next to me, murmuring how great that was while still reflecting on how he was so shocked that it actually happened.

  "You were right," I said suddenly, pulling his comforter sheet over my nude body and then turning onto my side. I cupped my hands around his cheeks and kissed him on the lips again, soaking up the wonderful taste of his mouth. "I am so glad it was with you."

  My arms were clutching tightly onto my textbook as I strolled down the hallway, heading towards the cafeteria. My friend Ruby was to my right
and we were chatting about our upcoming plans for this weekend, even though it was only Monday, and we approached our usual table. I stopped dead in my tracks though as Christopher, Stuart's best guy friend, had waved at me from their table.

  "I'm going to go talk to them real quick," I told Ruby, since I had spotted Charles was sitting at the table along with Stuart and all of his friends, and I figured this must have been one of his many wing-man plans. "Hey guys," I greeted, sliding down in the seat next to Stuart, who I was still acting very normal with despite the recent events, and across from Charles. "Hi Charles."

  "Hi Annabel, you look really pretty today," Charles told me sweetly, sending a gorgeous smile in my direction and making me want to melt into a puddle of sunshine and rainbows.

  "Thank you," I responded, a faint blush creeping onto my cheeks as the butterflies swirled around in my chest.

  Stuart pushed the hair on the side closest to him away from my face, grinning at me like an idiot. "I was thinking the same thing."

  "Oh, shut up," I said playfully, gently knocking my elbow against his chest as I rolled my eyes at his joking behavior.

  Christopher smirked maliciously. "Look at the lovebirds. You two are so cute. Have you banged yet?"

  I narrowed my eyes at him, and the rest of the table burst into hysterics; except for Charles, who simply just glimpsed away.

  Stuart swung his arm around my shoulder. "Actually, Christopher, we fucked this weekend. Worst sex I've ever had."

  I gasped immediately, feeling my body tense up and my armpits began to sweat. Did he actually just say that? I gaped at him, flickering my gaze between Stuart and Charles.

  Christopher raised his eyebrows. "Wait, really?"

  "Yeah, Ann begged for me to be her first time. It was a bad idea though, I have never been so un-turned on in my entire life. She didn't even give me a blowjob, but I'm kind of glad about that because little Anna probably would have actually blown on it since she doesn't know how to do anything," Stuart stated, cackling along with his friends who were all pointing at me and cracking up.