My Son’s Roommate

by Red Rose Publishing

  “I want to hear you,” he whispered.

  Shanna smiled. “What do you want to hear?” she asked, although she was certain she knew the answer.

  “I want to hear you want me!” he said.

  Shanna’s fingers began to move again. “I’m naked here, Dave, longing for your body.”

  “More,” he encouraged her.

  Shanna’s fingers rode the seam between her labia. Dampness coated her fingers. Her pussy trembled in anticipation.

  “I’m wet for you, Dave,” she whispered, “outside as well as in.”

  Dave grunted.

  She penetrated herself with her middle finger, letting her wetness drip down her lips toward her anus. “Ohhhhhhhhh…”

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  Shanna thrust her finger deeper within her, causing both her body and her voice to tremble. “I’m fucking myself with my finger.”

  Dave’s breathing grew faster and more ragged.

  Shanna began to piston her finger in and out of her pussy. “I want you to fuck me, Dave. I want you to throw me down on my bed and rub that big cock against my lips.”

  She switched her finger to her clit, imagining him rubbing his meat in her juices. From the sound of his ragged breaths, he was picturing exactly the same thing.

  “Spread my thighs, Sweety! Take that big cock and shove it deep within me. You know what I want! You know how to make me cum!”

  Shanna’s tension was peaking. She rubbed furiously at her clit, waiting to hear the sound of Dave’s orgasm. She knew he was close. She knew they would both cum.

  “I want you, Shanna!” he gasped.

  “Fuck me, Dave! Fuck me!” she screamed.

  “Oh, yes!” Dave’s hoarse voice grunted. “I love you, Shanna! I…God!”

  The sounds of Dave’s orgasm ripped across the phone lines. Shanna could picture his long thick cock pumping rich white cum up onto his chest and stomach. His pajama pants would be pushed down around his thighs. His swollen testicles would be churning with passion. His powerful right fist would be sliding up and down his thick pole.

  She remembered the feel of hot semen in her vagina; Dave’s granite shaft mauling her insides as he stretched her pussy wider and wider.

  She dug her whirling finger hard into her clit and simultaneously twisted a swollen nipple.

  “Oh God,” she screamed as the sensations overwhelmed her. “I’m cumming, Dave! I’m cumming!”

  Shanna curled into a ball, dark thighs pressed tight together as her fingers continued strumming her to heaven. Her eyes closed tight and she twisted about to try and keep the phone locked against her chin and shoulder.

  Dave continued grunting through the speaker, unable to talk in the throes of his passion. Shanna’s own climax intensified and her world began to blur. She forced her finger to keep diddling her clit, digging deep into her flesh to further maximize her pleasure. She had no sense of how long it was until her heart rate and her vision began to return to normal.

  When she felt that she could speak again, she recovered her phone. “Did you like that, Sweety?”

  “Damn,” he said, “even long distance you’re the best there is.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she told him, “because that is the last time you’re going to touch yourself until I open your pants a week from now. Next time you cum, I want to see your spray bounce off my ceiling.”

  Dave offered no resistance. “It’s a deal,” he said. “The next time I cum, it will be in your mouth or pussy.”

  Shanna liked that image.

  “And the next time you cum,” Dave told her, “will be with my face between your legs or my cock deep inside you.”

  Shanna hesitated. “I didn’t agree to that.”

  “But you will!” he told her. “Because in just seven days I’m going to make all of your previous orgasms look like a thunderstorm compared to a hurricane.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Promise?”

  “In just seven days,” he promised her, “we’re going to reinvent winter break.”

  Winter Break

  Part I

  Shanna

  December 30

  Chapter One

  “So he arrives today?” Loren asked.

  “Yes,” Shanna answered, “in just about two hours.”

  The two women were sitting in Loren’s kitchen sipping coffee. They’d been friends for a very long time. Both were in their early forties, but where Loren was a petite white woman with long light brown hair, Shanna was a voluptuous African-American with large breasts and smooth dark skin.

  “So,” Loren prompted, “are you excited?”

  Shanna looked down into her coffee, an embarrassed little smile turning up her lips. “Yes.”

  “Well that’s a relief,” Loren told her. “You’ve been so cool about this I was afraid you were having second thoughts about it.”

  “I am having second thoughts,” Shanna confessed. “Dave is my son’s friend. He’s younger than my daughter! I feel so dirty when I think about what I’ve been doing with him.”

  “I should hope so!” Loren said. “If sex isn’t dirty then you aren’t doing it right.”

  “You know what I mean,” she told her. “Dave is young enough to be my own child.”

  “And that bothers you precisely why?” Loren asked.

  “I don’t know. Men may have been sleeping with younger women for centuries, but it still feels somehow wrong to me. All of this sneaking around, I’m so afraid of getting caught. I...love shouldn’t have to be this stressful.”

  Loren grimaced when Shanna mentioned love, but she made no mention of it. “Why are you afraid of being caught, Shanna?”

  “How could I face Bobby if he learned I was sleeping with his roommate?”

  “Why should he mind?” Loren countered. “You’re both adults. Why should he care if you sleep together?”

  Shanna stared at Loren until her friend backed down.

  “Okay,” Loren laughed, “so he probably will mind. But it doesn’t seem fair, does it? After all, he’s not pretending he’s a practicing virgin and you’re not getting all upset with him over that.”

  “Well I do disapprove,” Shanna admitted, “and I have told him that.”

  “How very short sighted of you,” Loren laughed.

  “It isn’t funny,” Shanna complained.

  “Yes, it is,” Loren insisted, “and if you can’t see that then it’s time to drop Dave now. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have and I know what I’m talking about. If you don’t keep it funny, the fear will do you in. The fear of your children catching you is just the beginning. Then there’s the fear of the neighbors, and of your colleagues, and of your lovers’ friends, and of their parents, and of anyone that you wouldn’t tell yourself that you like fucking younger men. It doesn’t matter that they’re all legally adults. They’ll still whisper about you, or get in your face, or suggest a good psychiatrist before they come on to you themselves.”

  This bitterness was a side of Loren she didn’t see very often and it set her back from her own problems. “Why do you do it then?” she asked.

  Loren offered a small, helpless shrug. “I like sleeping with younger men. They’ve got smooth skin and hard dicks. They’re eager to please and they don’t want relationships. They can keep going all night long and then are usually happy to go away. With a man our age the sex isn’t as good and everything else can get complicated and nasty.”

  Shanna absorbed what Loren was saying and wondered if two people doing the same thing could possibly have more different objectives.

  Loren understood Shanna’s dilemma. “Your principle problem isn’t your fear of getting caught,” Loren told her. “It’s that you and Dave think you want something that you both know you can’t have. There’s no long term future for you and Dave—only near term pleasure. Until you both accept that you are courting disaster.”

  “But I really like him,” Shanna protested.
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  “Oh? Who do you think you’re kidding? You don’t really know him. When you say you like him what you’re really saying is you like the way he makes you feel when he can’t take his eyes off your forty-two year old body, or when he talks nasty to you on the phone.”

  Loren’s observations were hitting a little too close to home, so Shana decided to try and lighten the mood. “Those aren’t the only places he makes me feel good.”

  Loren raised an eyebrow. “Well I should hope so. If he’s not good in bed then there really is no point, is there?”

  Shanna’s broad smile said everything necessary about Dave’s sexual prowess.

  “So how are you going to manage this?” Loren asked. “Bobby thinks Dave is coming out to spend New Year’s and a couple of weeks with him. How are you going to get time alone with him without making Bobby suspicious?”

  “I don’t know,” Shanna confessed. “Dave seems confident that he can find ways to slip away from Bobby but he’s pretty vague on the details. The best I can come up with is that I can sneak down to his room at night and make love to him then.”

  “Dangerous,” Loren noted. “Bobby and Stevie will be upstairs and even if you’re not a noisy lover it would be very easy to be caught by one of them.”

  “I know,” Shanna complained, “but it’s all that I can think of.”

  She took another sip of her coffee, trying to think the problem through. “Maybe Stevie would help me.”

  “I’d think that over very carefully before I mentioned it to her,” Loren warned. “Once the cat is out of the bag, you can’t stuff it back in again.”

  “Stevie was very supportive when she stumbled across my romance novels over Thanksgiving,” she said. “She really encouraged me to go out and start dating again.”

  “I’m sure she did,” Loren agreed. “She’s your daughter and she loves you—but there is a difference between encouraging you to date someone and helping you fuck your son’s roommate.”

  Shanna blushed.

  “Just so we’re clear about what we’re talking about,” Loren said, “you’re sleeping with a man who attracted quite a few appreciative looks from Stevie over Thanksgiving dinner.”

  “Stevie’s dating Edward,” Shanna protested.

  “Who isn’t here right now.”

  “But they’re dating!”

  “Look, I’m not saying that Stevie is interested in Dave. I’m just saying that she might have a problem learning that her mother is sleeping with a young man she also finds attractive. Daughters don’t want competition from their mothers.”

  Shanna felt exasperated. “Then what am I going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” Loren said. “I’d volunteer to help, but somehow I don’t think you want to send Bobby to me as his distraction.”

  Shanna grinned and shook her head. “No, I don’t think I want to do that,” she agreed.

  “How very selfish of you,” Loren joked.

  Shanna put her coffee cup down and rested her head in her hands. “What am I going to do?” she asked.

  “Dave is a smart young man,” Loren reminded her. “Maybe he really does have a plan to keep Bobby distracted so you and he can have some fun.”

  Shanna looked back up at her friend. “And if he doesn’t?”

  “Well you can always fall back on sneaking down to his room in the middle of the night.”

  Chapter Two

  The doorbell rang, startling Shanna even though she had been expecting it. Neither she, Bobby, or Stevie had heard a cab pull up outside the house over the sound of The Big Bang Theory on the DVR.

  “Hey, there he is,” Bobby said as he jumped up and ran to the door.

  Shanna felt a quiver of anticipation work its delicious way up the length of her body. She got up and straightened her white blouse over her blue jeans. She made herself keep her makeup to the bare minimum, lest it invite comment from her children, but now she wished she had applied a little more.

  She could hear Bobby opening the door. “Hey, man, good to see you!”

  There was the sound of slapping skin and Dave said, “Good to see you too!”

  Shanna looked down at Stevie who was still curled up on the couch in gray sweat pants, an old T-shirt, and quite obviously, no bra. “Are you coming to say hello?”

  Stevie yawned in her indifference to seeing Dave again, but then went ahead and got up. “Sure, I guess so.”

  They walked together into the foyer where Dave was still talking to Bobby.

  He stopped talking as soon as he saw her and came over to give Shanna a hug. “Mrs. Elder,” he said, “it’s good to see you. Merry Belated Christmas!”

  Shanna returned the hug, fully conscious of Dave’s chest as it pressed lightly against her bosom. She couldn’t hold him as tightly or as long as she would like, but it was wonderful to be able to touch him again after weeks of only enjoying his company over the phone. “Welcome back, Dave. It’s good to see you too.”

  She released Dave, hoping her reluctance to do so did not show. “So how was your trip?” she asked.

  “Hey,” Stevie interjected, “don’t forget about me.” She clipped Dave lightly on the shoulder with her fist. “How are you Dave?”

  Shanna found herself wishing her daughter had bothered to put her bra back on. It was one thing to take it off to be more comfortable lounging around the house when it was just family and quite another when they had guests.

  Dave smiled at Stevie. “I’m doing well now since that bus trip is over. How’s Edward?”

  “Okay, I guess,” Stevie told him. “He’s spending New Year’s back home with his family.”

  “So why aren’t you there with him?” Dave asked. “He came here for Thanksgiving.”

  Stevie shrugged. “I didn’t want to.”

  “There’s trouble in paradise,” Bobby observed.

  “Edward and I are still together,” Stevie said.

  “Sure, but when was the last time you called him?” Bobby asked.

  “We talked this afternoon,” Stevie retorted.

  “Yeah, but he called you. He always calls you! I think you’re enjoying your vacation from your main man. How many nights is it now you’ve gone dancing with your girlfriends? Are you really telling us you wouldn’t like to find a new boyfriend?”

  Stevie’s lips turned up in a wistful little smile. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But I’m not trying to replace Edward, just ... supplement him.”

  “Stevie!” Shanna exclaimed, making no effort to hide her disapproval.

  “Well I’m not married to him,” Stevie defended herself.

  “Hey, Dave,” Bobby changed the subject. “Let me get you a drink and we can finish watching The Big Bang Theory on the DVR. Have you ever seen it? Mom made us watch it, but it’s hilarious.”

  Dave looked up at Shanna, catching her eye. “Anything Mrs. Elder likes is all right with me.”

  “How sweet,” Stevie said. Her tone was light, playfully mocking. “Aren’t you the perfect little house guest.”

  She latched on to Dave’s arm and began to lead him off toward the television. “What kind of beer can Bobby get you?”

  Dave was reluctantly walking with Stevie. “I thought your mother didn’t like Bobby and me drinking because we’re underage.”

  “It’s all right,” Shanna told him. “Bobby has worn me down. Have anything you like.”

  “It’s really not necessary,” Dave assured her.

  “You really are sweet,” Stevie said, still mocking him.

  “I tell you what,” Shanna said. “Why don’t I get the drinks and surprise you with something?”

  “Whatever you think is best, Mrs. Elder,” Dave said.

  Stevie pulled Dave down on the couch between her and Bobby. “Come on, let’s watch the show.”

  Chapter Three

  Shanna went into the kitchen to fetch the beer. She was feeling a bit odd about what just happened, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. It wasn’t Dave’s
greeting. That hug had been more contact than she had realistically expected. Yet she felt in her heart that something in that initial meeting did not bode well for her visit with Dave.

  “Hey, Mom, can you bring in some chips too?” Bobby hollered.

  “Sure, I’ll get them!” Shanna called back.

  She began rummaging through the refrigerator looking for a selection of Heineken and Molsens Golden.

  A quiet footstep on the floor behind her prompted Shanna to look over her shoulder, just in time to catch Dave sneaking up behind her. She straightened up, holding the four beer bottles awkwardly by their necks. “Well hello,” she whispered.

  “I was hoping to surprise you,” Dave whispered back. He slid his arms around Shanna’s waist and gently kissed her. His tongue was warm and exciting, but the kiss was much too short.

  “Mmmmm, that was nice,” she told him. “Did you miss me?”

  “Do you have to ask?”

  Dave stepped even closer to her so that he could press the bulge in his jeans against her torso. His left hand came up and cupped her breast so that he could pinch her cold-puckered nipple. “It looks like you missed me too, or is the refrigerator just that cold?”

  Bobby and Stevie laughed in the other room.

  Shanna gave Dave a quick tongue-less kiss on the lips. “I’ve really missed you too, but we can’t do this now.”

  She pushed the bottles of beer into his hands. “Here, take these. I’ll get the chips.”

  Dave didn’t move. “I’m only going back out there if you agree to sit where I can look at you.”

  Shanna pretended not to enjoy the suggestion. “Come on, stop fooling around. Bobby and Stevie are in the next room.”

  Dave took the bottles from her. “Where I can see you,” he repeated. “And I want you thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

  Shanna’s knees went weak and a little twinge of pleasure sparked between her legs. “I, um, you can’t come upstairs tonight. Stevie and Bobby will hear you.”

  As if on cue, Bobby’s voice came to them from the TV room. “Mom, where’s my beer?”