Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  Stuart and I had already eaten some dinner at a local restaurant and we took pictures with everyone there who asked for one. That was the only downside of going on public dates with Stuart- we always were swarmed with phones that just snapped pictures of us without even asking. Obviously I had grown accustomed to this and was well aware that it was part of the job and that I would do same thing if I saw one of my idols, but I just wish people valued a conversation more than a picture they can use to just get more likes on social media.

  "I'm so tired," I whined, taking my shoes off and letting my feet feel free and no longer constricted. I dropped the duffel bag Stuart had packed for me on the floor, letting it just fling off of my shoulder.

  Stuart placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging my upper back with his thumbs moving in a circular motion. I let out a sigh of relief, leaning into his touch so he could get rid of even more tension in my neck.

  "I'm pretty exhausted too, but I had so much fun with you today," He told me as he stopped massaging me and wrapped his arms around my waist instead.

  "Me too," I agreed, involuntarily smiling just as the memories from our all-day-date crept back into my brain.

  I broke out of his grasp and unzipped the bag, rummaging through it to find some comfortable clothes to change into. I laughed at the fact that Stuart had packed the laciest bra that I owned into the bag. Typical.

  I finally decided on just wearing one of Stuart's t-shirts. Men's shirts had a softer quality to them, and the lovely aroma of my boyfriend was always something that I wanted to be filling my nostrils. I let my own clothes fall to the ground and pulled his shirt over my head. It fit me like a dress, coming to just above my mid-thigh, and I didn't even bother with putting any shorts on.

  Stuart was sitting straight up on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard with his phone held firmly in his hand. I crawled over towards him, taking the phone out of his hands and placing it on the nightstand next to us as I took a seat on his lap, straddling my legs on either side of him.

  His eyes widened, a playful smirk covering his face. "Well hello there, beautiful."

  "Hi," I greeted shyly, giggling softly as a lock of hair fell in front of my face, shielding my cheeks that were now tinted a bright shade of red.

  He tucked the loose ringlet behind my ear, grinning up at me as his hands found their way to my hamstrings, gripping onto them tightly. "Nice shirt."

  "Thanks. I stole it from some loser," I teased, stretching my arms out to lock them behind his neck, with my fingers toying with his dark hair and admiring the way it felt so coarse against my skin.

  "Did you put that bra I packed for you on under it?" Stuart asked in a cheeky manner, his palms sliding even further up my legs.

  He was moving his hands incredibly slow and I could feel the contrast of his rough palms against my smooth legs. My heart was pounding faster as he reached my inner thigh, moving his palm in small circles.

  "No I didn't," I whispered, my breathing getting caught in my throat as his hands reached up even further to grasp my butt. He squeezed each one of my cheeks, soothing the soreness that I felt in them while also making butterflies swarm through my belly.

  Stuart leaned his head closer to me, his lips pressing slow kisses on the surface of my neck, sucking on it gently. "That's a shame," He mumbled while in the midst of planting kisses. "I think I know how we can make up for it though."

  Oh God.

  His large hands traveled back down towards my inner thighs again. He pushed my underwear to the side, exposing my lower region to him. I mentally cursed myself for not wearing shorts.

  Without any warning, Stuart carefully slid one finger inside of me and began to move it back and forth slowly. My whole body clenched by the sudden contact and my toes curled up. He added another finger, pumping it with the same motion.

  "Stuart," I moaned, letting my eyes close. I was completely unaware that this was able to feel this good. I always viewed it as uncomfortable act, but I was so so so so wrong.

  "Wait," Stuart spoke up, his voice sounding deep and as if it was getting caught in my throat. "Can you, um, will you call me Daddy again?"

  My eyelids opened instantly and I stared at him like a deer in headlights.

  "What? No. No, that's so weird," I said quickly, shocked by his kinky demand.

  He shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. He pulled his fingers out of me before I was able to climax, but still leaving me with a throbbing feeling. "I know, but it was kind of hot."

  I chuckled, grinding slightly against his hips as I shifted into a more comfortable position. Stuart picked up a tissue from the nightstand to wipe his hand clean before glancing up at me with starry-eyes.

  "I only call you that as a joke," I explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead that lingered with beads of sweat. "I would feel disloyal to my father if I ever said that in serious manner."

  "Oh God, Ann. I really don't want to think about your father when I'm about to get a boner while my beautiful girlfriend is sitting on my lap," Stuart stated in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

  I laughed with him, bending my head down to collide our lips together like two magnets being attracted to one another. Stuart smiled against the kiss, my favorite feeling in the entire world. "I'm really going to miss this," He murmured.

  My heart instantly dropped. I keep trying to avoid the fact that we only had about a week left of being roommates before he went on tour and would be in a different city every night, and I would be stuck in Los Angeles shooting my next movie.

  "What are we going to do, Stu?" I asked, sounding panicked. I felt helpless. I don't want to imagine what those months are going to be like without him sleeping next to me and without seeing his bright smile in person.

  He sighed heavily. "Can we talk about this later? I don't want to think about leaving you."

  "We need to figure something out though," I argued stubbornly. "If you get me a copy of your tour schedule I can probably figure out what days I'm not shooting and I could come visit you. 'Cause if we see each other in person like once a month maybe it won't be as bad. Or we could-"

  "Ann, let's just enjoy our time together while we can. We'll figure this out later," He interrupted, not even looking at me while his teeth were chewing into his bottom lip.

  I huffed, climbing off of him and taking a seat next to him. "Fine," I muttered under my breath, as my frustration continued to build. I pulled the covers over my body after I flicked the lights off with a switch of the bedside lamp.

  Stuart groaned, following my actions and laying down in the spot next to me. "Baby, don't be mad," He cooed, creeping one arm over my waist and pulling me closer to him.

  His heart was beating against my back as his lips moved forward to press chaste kisses on my neck. "I'm not mad. I just want to have a plan. Like what if-"

  "Goodnight, Ann," Stuart interrupted, nearly making my blood boil at his inability to take this conversation seriously. This long distance was going to be so hard and I just wanted to prevent our relationship from falling apart.

  I rolled out of his grip, reaching for my own phone. He scoffed at my childish ways of giving him the silent treatment, but I just wanted him to come to his senses. I mindlessly scrolled through Twitter to keep myself distracted.

  A new text message popped up on my phone, making a dinging sound echo throughout our empty hotel room.

  To: mckenzie- you don't need to worry ann. i'll always be in love with you baby girl

  I glanced over at Stuart, who was pretending not to pay any attention to me and was just staring at his own phone intently. I couldn't help but smile, since his message did help relieve some of my doubt.

  I scooted closer to him again, resting my head on his chest. I kept my phone firmly in my hand, as did he, and began to type out a reply.

  To: stu-yum- you're so cute i love you so much stu

  To: stu-yum- or should i say daddy

  Stuart chuckled, finally breaking his faça
de of acting like I wasn't using him as a pillow. His arm pulled me in closer to his body.

  To: mckenzie- stfu

  Chapter 42

  Stuart

  "Okay, I'd kiss Meryl Streep, marry Jack Black, and kill Lil Wayne," Annabel answered, stretching her legs out and placing her feet on the top of my dashboard. "What about Selena Gomez, Justin Bieber, and Will Smith?"

  I rubbed my hand against my chin as I kept a firm grip on the steering wheel with the other. My jaw clenched as I thought over her question. We've been playing this game for like twenty minutes now, and although I was apprehensive at first, it was actually quite entertaining.

  "This is hard, Ann. Because like coming from a financial standpoint, Justin's definitely the man. But like I would marry Will Smith in a heartbeat, you know? And then Selena, just damn," I mumbled, making Annabel giggle as I felt her gaze on me from the passenger side. "Alright, I'm going to kiss Selena, marry Will Smith, and unfortunately kill Justin."

  "Give me another one," She pleaded as we pulled up to a red light, and I finally got a chance to look over at her. She looked beautiful as usual, but she was in such a good mood today that it made her glow even more than usual, and it radiated off on me as well.

  I placed my palm on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze. A grin spread across my face. "Okay: Clayton, Bradley and Benjamin."

  She slapped me in the arm gently as a boisterous laugh escaped her mouth. "Stuart! I can't do that!"

  I shrugged. "Come on, just answer it. This might affect our entire relationship though so you better choose carefully, baby."

  "I hate you so much," She replied, curling her knees up to her chest as she thought the question over. Obviously this was just a game and I wasn't going to take it seriously, but I was still slightly curious on her opinions on my best friends. "Um, I'm going to kiss Bradley, marry Clayton, and kill Benjamin. And that's just because if I said kiss or marry for Benjamin I'm positive you would accuse me of having feelings for him which is not true at all."

  I smiled as I slowly pressed down on the gas pedal, continuing our route back to Los Angeles. "You're going to kiss your best friend's boyfriend though? Where is the loyalty?" I teased.

  She hit me gently again, making me laugh even harder. "Stuart, it's just a game! I'm not actually going to kiss Bradley!"

  "Damn right you're not," I ordered.

  The mere thought of her kissing anyone but me made jealousy sweep through my veins. I've never been so protective over anyone before, but Annabel was different. I didn't want there to ever come a day where she loved someone more than me, because I sure as hell wouldn't be capable of loving anyone else.

  Annabel turned the volume up on the radio, obnoxiously singing along to the song that was currently blaring through the speakers. When I sneaked a glimpse at her, she was dancing like an idiot as well, which made me chuckle. I joined her in the intentional bad singing, letting myself just enjoy life without any worries.

  I loved how much fun we always had together.

  When the song finally ended, Annabel slumped back down in her seat, letting her head fall back against the leather headrest. She sighed in content. "Stuart?"

  "Yeah, babe?" I hummed as I returned my attention to the road to make a left turn through an intersection.

  "I really love you," Annabel told me, her voice sounding velvety and laced with sheer admiration.

  My lips automatically curved up into a smile as my heart pounded against my chest. I never wanted to lose this feeling of being in love. I was so damn happy. "I really love you too."

  I gulped down another chug of water before sinking into a chair to rest. After Annabel and I got home I had to run over to rehearsals to prepare for the upcoming tour, and after a few run-throughs of the set list I was already feeling exhausted.

  Bradley sat down next to me, his guitar still on his lap where it curved right over his skinny-jean covered thighs. "How was San Diego?"

  "Really fun," I admitted as memories from our little trip together flooded through my brain. "Did you and Grace hang out recently?"

  He chuckled, shaking his head. "No way. I haven't seen her since the after party. I'm trying to distance myself from her so it will make the break-up a little easier."

  "Break up?" I repeated, my bushy eyebrows furring together in confusion.

  Bradley had a nonchalant expression covering his face. He shrugged his shoulders in response, placing his fingers back onto the strings. "Well yeah. We're going on tour. I can't have a girlfriend."

  I let my mouth hang open. Bradley had become so much happier with Grace and she had really kept him in check lately. "But, you- you're just going to dump her? Even though you really like her?"

  Bradley stared at me as if I was speaking another language. "Stuart, what don't you understand? We're going on tour. We'll be in a different city every night. There is no time for any girl, no matter how much I like them," He explained, his words mirroring Clayton's previous advice. "Besides, whenever one of us tries to have a girlfriend on tour it never works out. We have more fun as just guys with no stupid girl drama."

  "I mean, yeah I get that but isn't the drama worth it if you're in love?" I questioned in a hopeful manner.

  "Dude, if you're actually in love I'm sure you'll just get back together after the tour is over. But you have to be single on tour. That way you can hook up with as many hot girls as you want without cheating on anyone," Bradley insisted.

  I wanted to cry. This wasn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to tell me that Annabel and I would be able to work everything out even if I was travelling and would have little time to talk to her.

  "Maybe I don't want to hook up," I stated stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Bradley blinked a few times. "Are you feeling alright?"

  I felt my jaw clench with anger. "I'm fine, Bradley! I'm in love with Annabel. I don't want another girl, especially some girl I barely know for just a one night stand. I'm sorry you haven't been able to find someone worth settling down for, but I have! Stop being such a jerk about this!"

  He threw his hands up in defense. "Calm down, Stu. If you want to stay together with Annabel and risk the possibility of cheating or losing interest in each other since you never talk then go right ahead. But don't come crying to me when we all go out to party and you have to stay on the bus listening to her complain about something over the phone," Bradley said in a serious manner, as if this was a piece of golden advice. "Plus, break ups make really good songs."

  I stood up to my feet immediately. I wasn't necessarily mad at Bradley, I was just mad at being placed into this situation. I didn't want to be without my girl, but I also didn't want to miss out on my favorite parts of touring. I was completely torn in between my career and my relationship, and now my friends are getting involved in the mess as well.

  "You ready to go through the set again?" Benjamin questioned as I went to pick up my bass so I could get lost in the music and forget about any of the pressure pushing down on me.

  "Are you breaking up with Sarah?" I blurted out, completely disregarding his previous question and not covering up my pissed-off attitude.

  "Already did."

  I looked at him in complete astonishment. "What?"

  "Well, we're taking a break until after the tour is over. I can't have a girlfriend while on the road. I'll just end up hating my life," Benjamin explained in a much lighter tone than Bradley had previously spoken to me with.

  I felt my fingers begin to shake. "Well, shit."

  Chapter 43

  Annabel

  Another gust of wind swept over me from the open window, letting me smell the familiar salty scent of the ocean. It was ridiculously hot outside tonight, which resulted in me sleeping on the couch in the living room instead of our bedroom which was sweltering and had a temperature that was equivalent to Hell.

  Stuart has barely been home the past few days due to tour rehearsals, which I completely understood, but it has left me staying u
p late every night just waiting to see him and spend some time together. I was disappointed that we've barely been together at all, and now we only had two days left before he went on tour and I was stuck here filming my movie.

  The slamming of the front door caused me to jump in fright. I swiveled my head around, viewing Stuart stomp through the kitchen and chuck his keys onto the counter, muttering words under his breath.

  "Hey, you okay?" I called out cautiously, making him look up and make eye contact with me.

  He walked over to the couch, slumping down into the sofa with an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth. "It's been a long day. I'm just really stressed out right now."

  "Do you want to do something to get your mind off things?" I suggested, attempting to be both seductive and casual and just praying he got the hint.

  Stuart stared at me in complete disgust. "Are you kidding me? No, I don't. I'm not in the mood," He stated harshly, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

  "I just thought we could because it's our second to last night together," I replied innocently, shrugging my shoulders. Stuart didn't reply, instead he just took his phone out and replied to a new message. "Do you want to do something else? Like, watch a movie? Or we could go swim in the ocean for once?"

  Stuart sighed again, but it sounded more of an irritated growl. "No, I'm just going to go to bed. I'm so tired."

  "I haven't seen you at all day, though," I said, trying to stay calm and give him his basic needs of life even though my heart was shattering from his lack of interest in me. He used to always come home from the studio with tons of stories to tell, but today it was completely different.

  Stuart stood up from the couch. "Get used to it," He mumbled, making a beeline for the bedroom.