Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  Stuart chuckled as he propped open the cooler that was next to the doorway in the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink? The beer is pretty good."

  "I'm not going to get drunk in front of your family, Stu," I sneered, shaking my head.

  He held one bottle out to me anyways. It was dripping in water due to the fact that it had been surrounded by blocks of ice and I had to admit it looked inviting. "Come on, Ann. We're legal here. Might as well have one to celebrate the holiday."

  I sighed, finally grasping onto the condensation-ridden bottle and twisting off the cap. "And how many have you had already to celebrate?" I questioned in a half joking manner as I lifted the beer to my mouth and took a swig. It was pretty good for beer.

  Stuart let out a loud laugh. "Not gonna lie, I've had quite a few. But I was dying of boredom. I had to do something fun."

  I opened my mouth to say something else, but we were interrupted by a lady that I didn't recognize pointing at us. "Hey, you two! You're under the mistletoe!"

  You've got be kidding me.

  My gaze travelled upwards, noticing that there was, in fact, mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and hovering above the two of us. I've never even seen it before in real life, but of course it's conveniently placed right where we were. I took another large gulp of my beer.

  "Aunt Marcy," Stuart whined, his cheeks burning up to a shade of red that mirrored the color on my dress. "We're, um, we're just friends."

  His aunt shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter to the Mistletoe Rulers. I'm not leaving until you kiss each other."

  I made eye contact with Stuart, giving him a slight nod that it was okay. We had to please his family. I understood. So I set my bottle down onto the counter top and inched closer to him.

  Stuart tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, his eyes never breaking away from my own. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest with nerves, as if this was our first kiss occurring all over again. His palm held my cheek, gently tracing his thumb over my prominent cheekbone and causing butterflies to fly through my belly again. And then he leaned in, pressing our lips together once again, and it was as if every spark in my body was ignited at once.

  I was so mesmerized by how wonderful it felt for our lips to be connected again, that I didn't even notice there were people clapping around us. My eyes popped open as I pulled away, suddenly embarrassed for being so consumed in the kiss, and I waved to all of the guests.

  I glimpsed back up at Stuart through my mascara covered lashes, and he was breathing heavily, his mouth parted open in a stunned manner, ignoring everyone around us. "Do you want to go upstairs?" He whispered into my ear.

  I simply nodded, following him up the staircase as we disappeared from the party and into his bedroom. Stuart closed the door behind us and within an instant both of his hands were on my face again, colliding our lips together.

  I wasn't even sure how all of this started happening, I just knew I haven't kissed him in months and one simple peck was enough to confirm that I was still completely in love with him. I can't believe I've been deprived of the feeling of his lips pressed against my own for so long.

  My hands slipped underneath his dress shirt, feeling the warmth radiating off of his toned stomach, as Stuart's tongue slipped inside of my mouth. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before finally getting it off, my hands now moving all the way up to the back of his neck as his palms clumsily reached for the zipper of my dress.

  Once I was left in just my bra and underwear, Stuart pushed me back onto his mattress, with his body hovering above my own. My lips found his neck, planting kisses on the surface of his tan skin and making a deep moan escape his lips. "Baby," Stuart murmured.

  "You know how you asked if I still had feelings for you?" I whispered while panting for breath as Stuart kicked his pants down his legs. "I do, Stu. I do."

  "I've never stopped loving you," Stuart admitted against my skin, feverishly kissing down the valley between my boobs and following in a straight line down my stomach. His large hands gripped onto my bare skin, wiggling his way underneath my back to reach my butt and give it a tight squeeze. "Do you want to do this, Ann?"

  "Yes. I want you," I whispered, making his jaw clench together tightly and the sharp jawline appear to protrude even further.

  "Shit, you're so hot," He told me, his eyes widening as I unclasped my bra with ease. Stuart bent down to kiss me again, the two of our lips moving in sync.

  Stuart's body fell on top of mine, no longer hovering above me with his hand pressed into the mattress, as he attempted to reach for a condom in the drawer in his adjacent night stand. I used this as an opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist, removing the gap between our bodies and causing another throaty groan to leave Stuart's lips.

  He finally grasped onto a package and moved off of me momentarily to take off his boxers and roll the condom onto himself. His hands spread my legs apart, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, which made goosebumps suddenly appear on my skin, before sliding my underwear down my legs, completely exposing me to him.

  Stuart and I made eye contact again, which nearly made my heart stop beating just at the sight of him so completely turned on, with a look of lust covering his face. He lined himself up at my entrance before slowly pushing in, and I bit down on my lip to stop from letting out any loud noises.

  My hands reached for Stuart's hair to run my fingers through it again, feeling a hint of sweat lingering on his forehead from our heated make-out session, as he concentrated on his thrusts. Despite how much pleasure I was getting from the physical act, it was even more rewarding that Stuart and I were being intimate again. We were both conveying how much we still loved each other and how that love hasn't died out, no matter how long the two of us have been apart.

  I gripped onto his shoulders, then let my nails drag all the way down his muscular back, feeling every muscle tighten on the way down, leaving red marks on the beautiful canvas that was his body. His eyes were closed together tightly and he was breathing heavily, and I was so in love with everything about him.

  Stuart collapsed down onto the bed next to me after the two of us had reached our climax, and his arms reached out to cling to my body. I held him tightly, pressing kisses on his chest that was continuously rising and falling as we managed to catch our breaths.

  "I love you, Annabel. More than I've ever loved anyone or anything. I'm such an idiot forever screwing us up," He said in a hushed tone, his big lips pressed right against my ear again.

  "Shh. It's okay. We're together now. That's all that matters, baby," I assured him, snuggling my head into the crook of his neck.

  An enormous smile flashed onto his face as a cute little giggle escaped his mouth. "You called me baby," He pointed out, kissing my forehead.

  "We're both going to be dead babies if we don't get cleaned up and get back to the party," I scolded, feeling my cheeks turn pink at the thought of someone potentially finding out what we had been up to.

  Stuart chuckled, letting go of me and standing up to his feet. "Relax, Ann. I told my mum we were going to be hanging out in my room the whole time during the party to escape the old people, just as friends. She won't think anything of it. Besides, we were surprisingly pretty quiet. I don't know how you weren't screaming when my-"

  I chucked a pillow at his face before he could continue on with whatever dirty thing he was about to say, making the two of us burst into laughter. "It was probably suspicious that we left right after they made us kiss though," I said nervously, standing up as well and retrieving my clothes.

  He shrugged nonchalantly, taking out a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser. "Maybe you were just so embarrassed we had to hide," Stuart teased, then began to unroll the condom, but instead he completely froze. "Oh, shit."

  "What?" I interrogated, suddenly becoming deeply concerned due to his worrisome tone.

  Stuart bit down on his lip, turning around to see me with his face as pale as a ghost. "Ann, the condom broke."


  Chapter 58

  Stuart

  I could feel myself start to panic as I stared down at the ripped condom that was no resting in my trembling hands. "What do you mean it ripped?" Annabel yelled, running over to inspect it.

  I pursed my lips together. "I mean it ripped. But it's okay. You're on the pill, right?"

  She shook her head, her blonde hair bouncing from side to side. "No, I got off of it once we broke up. Oh my God, Stuart. How could this happen?"

  I shrugged. "Well I am pretty big, so," I stated cockily, giving her a small smirk.

  Annabel stared at me for a few moments, blinking rapidly, obviously in awe that I said that in the middle of her panic session. Her lips barely turned upwards into an amused smile. "Okay that was kind of funny, but I can't believe you just said that right now. Did you like not put it on right? Oh my God."

  She started pacing around back and forth, which is what I would have been doing if I wasn't still frozen in place. I was in no means ready to be a father. I would be twenty in a month and I was ridiculously immature for my age. "Well I haven't been home in awhile so the condoms were probably old. And I've had like three beers tonight, I'm kind of tipsy. I'm sorry."

  "Sorry?" She repeated in frustration, still continuing to pace back and forth. "You can't just say sorry and make this all better! The uterus is a very unforgiving place! Oh my God, we're so stupid. I need to go get a morning after pill."

  Annabel started to retrieve her clothing and hike them over her body, muttering profanities under her breath. I grasped her shoulders to prevent her from frantically moving around any further. "Ann, it's all going to be fine. No matter what happens I'm not going to leave you and I'll always be here for you."

  She shrugged my hands off of her. "No you won't. You're going back on tour in like a month and I'll have new movies to shoot! I got shoot a movie if I'm pregnant, Stuart! God, the press is going to eat me alive if they find out. My entire reputation is going to be ruined. My life is going to be ruined. I'm only nineteen! I'm not even close to being ready to be a Mum!"

  Her voice was loudly raised and I was scared someone downstairs would think we were getting into a fight. "Shh, Anna. It's okay. Let's not worry about that until we find out. Want me to come with you to get the pill?"

  Annabel scoffed, fixing her dress in the mirror so she looked presentable. "I think you've done enough already."

  I felt my jaw clench together with anger. "Hey this isn't all my fault! You shouldn't have stopped taking birth control!"

  She sighed heavily. "I know. I'm just taking my anger out on you. I'm sorry. I just can't believe we did that at all. We haven't spoken in months and then we just have sex like it's nothing. And your mother is downstairs for Christ's sake! Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. I can't believe this is happening."

  "Hey, it's okay," I assured her softly, not liking that I had to view her tremble with fear as she rambled off all her complaints. She had every right to be scared and upset right now, but I still hated seeing her on the verge of tears. "It wasn't nothing. It meant something to me. It was proof that we're still in love and that I always will be in love with you, no matter how much time we spend apart."

  Annabel collapsed into my arms, finally letting me hold her tightly against my still shirtless body. I pressed a kiss onto the top of her head as my palms rubbed her back in a soothing matter. "I'm always going to be here for you. I promise. I love you, Annabel."

  She went up on her tippy-toes to press a kiss to my lips, which still managed to leave me breathless. I have missed her kisses. "I need to go get Plan B. Tell your mum I had to go back to the hospital or something, okay?"

  "Okay," I agreed, kissing her lips once again. She pulled away from our hug to make a beeline for the exit to my bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, babe?"

  Annabel gave me a light smile, even though her eyes conveyed how nervous and frightened she truly was. I was just as scared as she was, I just was trying to be strong for her and not show it. "It's okay. You can stay with your family."

  "Hey Ann?" I called, right after she took one step out of my childhood bedroom. Her head peeked back inside. "Merry Christmas."

  Annabel chuckled. "Merry Christmas, Stuart."

  Usually I would wake up early on Christmas Day because I was so anxious to see what presents Santa had left for me under the tree. Today I woke up early because I was so worried about Annabel.

  I knew she was terrified of getting pregnant so young. Hell, I was probably just as terrified, if not more. Neither of us were ready to be parents; we're barely even ready to be adults.

  I just wanted everything to go well and hope that the pill works because I have no idea what the two of us would do if she actually got pregnant. Of course I want to have children with her. I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have to raise a child with. But I didn't want to raise a child now. Not when I'm on tour and when she's doing her movies. We'd either never get to see our baby, or never get to keep living our dream.

  Plus I don't even know where our relationship is going to go from here. It's obvious that the two of us are still in love, but in a month I'm going to have to hit the road for another tour and we'll be faced with that long distance dilemma again. This was all too stressful for me. I just wanted to go back to the days when we were roommates.

  I rubbed my palms against my tired eyes in hope that it would help relieve some of my constant worry. My body rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a thud. A groan escaped my mouth as I realized how badly my muscles were aching. The combination of sex, a hangover, and tossing and turning all night was just a perfect recipe for being horribly fatigued.

  My hand patted around the ground in search of my phone. I grasped it tightly as my eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness from the screen that illuminated my face like a spotlight. There were no messages from Annabel, despite how I had desperately been trying to reach her last night.

  I was aware that she was avoiding me and that she had good reasons to be doing so, I just really wanted to make sure she was okay. I also craved having her in my presence again. She was the one person I truly wanted to see on Christmas to make the holiday complete.

  The stairs squeaked with each step I took down them. A mixture of the wintry scent from the Christmas tree and the smell of my father's signature scrambled eggs cooking on the stove instantly flew through my nostrils. I involuntarily smiled as nostalgia swept through my veins, reminding me of when I was a child and would smell these exact scents on Christmas morning.

  "Merry Christmas, bud!" My dad called as he placed the spatula off to the side of the counter. He hugged me tightly, ruffling my shaggy hair with his wrinkled hands. "You okay? You look awful."

  I chuckled at my father's blunt observation. "I'm alright. I'm just exhausted. The jet-lag is still such a killer for me," I half-lied. Jet-lag was affecting me, but the main reason I couldn't sleep was because my mind would not stop running with thoughts and worries.

  He nodded. "Well, your sister must be pretty tired too. She's still asleep. So we'll have to open presents a little later this year."

  I smiled at how cute my parents were. Mali and I were both older now and understood the real importance was being with our family again, not receiving gifts, yet they still continued to keep up with traditions. I was excited to give them my gifts this year, since I was giving each of them an all-expense paid vacation of their choice. I just wanted them all to get a nice break from all their hard-work for a little bit.

  My mum, who was sitting at the table sipping her glass of orange juice, glanced up at me. "Hey, I saw you and Annabel go upstairs but I never saw her leave. Did something happen?"

  I tried my best to keep my cheeks from burning up to a bright shade of red. "No, we just went upstairs and watched TV because Annabel was embarrassed from the mistletoe thing. But she had to leave like right away because Mrs. McKenzie needed her at the hospital."

  My mum nodded her, seeming to accept th
e story I had given her. If I ever have to tell them that I might have gotten Annabel pregnant I would probably be eaten alive from my nerves and my hands would turn clammy and my throat would close and my face would burn up and my dad would scream and my mum would cry. I still can't believe I was so stupid.

  "Well, we invited them all over to join our Christmas dinner tonight. I figured they are probably sick of hospital food and are too tired to cook anything. Plus, now that you and Annabel are friends again we can finally get the families back together," My mum told me in a happy tone.

  Crap.

  Chapter 59

  Annabel

  My phone vibrated against my night stand but I made no effort to answer it. I knew it was Stuart and I knew I was avoiding him, but it was so much easier for me to ignore his attempts to talk to me than to confront the situation.

  I took the morning after pill and I had also scheduled an appointment with my doctor to find out whether or not I actually was pregnant, along with picking up a few of those at home pregnancy tests. I was hoping that they all would come back negative. I'm not ready to take care of a child.

  I still felt like such an idiot for letting this happen. Stuart and I are not even together anymore. I shouldn't have given in to him so easily after everything that had occurred between us. But damn, that boy was so irresistible.

  "Are you ready to go over to the Robinson's?" My father called from the bottom of the staircase. My parents had got home from the hospital about an hour ago and we only briefly exchanged our gifts. It has been an extremely boring Christmas, but I had too many worries floating around my own brain to enjoy the holiday anyways.

  I took a final glance in the mirror, smoothing out my skirt and adding another spritz of perfume onto the center of my neck. "Yeah. I'll be down in a sec," I yelled, unplugging my phone from my charger without even glimpsing at what Stuart's messages were about.

  My feet squished themselves into a pair of flats before exiting through the front door, following after my parents. We arrived at Stuart's doorstep about a minute later, and I was grateful that he lived right next door so the amount of time I spent walking was slim.