Mr. Roomate
Kelli Callahan
Contents
Note From Kelli
1. Brent
2. Hannah
3. Brent
4. Hannah
5. Brent
6. Hannah
7. Brent
8. Hannah
9. Brent
10. Hannah
11. Brent
12. Hannah
13. Brent
14. Hannah
15. Brent
Epilogue
Note From Kelli
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Brent
“Man, I wish I was as lucky as you.” My best friend, Steve, handed me a beer and sat down next to me on the couch as the football darted across the screen for the opening kickoff.
“Lucky?” I lifted the can to my lips and took a long swig. “There isn’t anything lucky about this.”
“You’re kidding me, right? You have the house to yourself. You have a seventy-inch television you get to watch football on instead of being forced to watch it in the garage on a shitty hand-me-down. You get to drink beer in the house without anyone bitching at you. I wish my wife would leave me.” Steve shook his head and sipped his beer.
“Why don’t you leave her if you’re unhappy?” My brow came together and there was a bit of anger in my tone.
“Oh, I can’t do that… I got kids, man.” He shook his head back and forth.
“So do I.” I looked over at him. “One at least.”
“Yeah, but I mean—she left you. That’s different.” He stood up and pointed at the television as our team, the Los Angeles Dragons, made a first down. “Hell, if my wife left me? I’d move in here with you and we could be bachelors again like we were before we got married. Just imagine how much pussy we would get.”
“I guess so.” I didn’t react to the play or his comment, even though it would have been the highlight of my evening if my wife and daughter were in the other room—they could have even been complaining about football for all I cared.
A few hours later, the game was over and Steve was gone. All I had was the emptiness of my house and a dim room illuminated only by the computer screen in front of me. There were many facets to divorce that Steve didn’t understand. I refused to let my daughter go without just because her mother was a cheating bitch, so a lot of my money went to her every month. Every penny I could save was squirreled away in a college fund, but I wasn’t saving nearly enough to give her the college education I wanted her to have. I needed a roommate—and not one like Steve. I needed someone responsible enough to pay their share of the bills, and calm enough to let me dwell in my alcohol-soaked misery.
Okay, I hope this is good enough.
I stared at the screen for a moment. The advertisement was ready to be posted online for people to find. I gave it one final proofread to make sure I didn’t accidentally confess a hidden desire to murder, maim, cook and eat all potential applicants. I could have summed up the kind of person I was looking for in one sentence—I wanted someone who wasn’t a fucking idiot—but that didn’t pass their profanity filter. I embellished a bit, but not as much as the listings in a rundown-area offering safe neighborhoods and a good school district. That was obviously a blatant lie. I hit the button to submit the listing and leaned back in my chair.
Let the hunt begin.
I couldn’t believe my life had devolved to the state it was in. It had only been a year since my life was absolutely perfect. I was married to a beautiful woman and we had a cute little three year old with the best of both of us wrapped up in one perfect package. All of that was gone. My wife left me for a younger man—one that she jokingly called hot-dad at the dinner table for weeks before I found out they were having an affair. He was a single dad with a son who attended the same daycare my daughter went to. That decision had already cost me a year of my daughter’s life and I knew it was going to cost me a lot more before she was finally old enough to understand why she didn’t get to see her Daddy on a regular basis.
Go to hell hot-dad, with your perfect smile and deliberate charisma.
Before I found out about the affair, I thought my wife was just going through the usual crisis of a woman turning thirty. I didn’t care if she looked at other men and make jokes about them—I even bought her Magic Mike—and the sequel—so she could dream about Channing Tatum and Kevin Nash. I knew my six pack had become a bit bloated from beer and hot wings. My gym membership hadn’t been renewed after my daughter was born and she consumed every waking hour of our life. It wasn’t like I didn’t let my eyes wander. A hot ass in a pair of form-fitting jeans, a pair of big tits in a tight t-shirt—I wouldn’t have been a man if I didn’t notice. The difference was that once they were out of my sight, they were out of my mind, and my wife was the only thing that ever got my dick hard.
No responses. I wonder how long this takes…
The empty house was like a prison. It was the only thing I had left of the life I loved. I simply existed between every other weekend when I got to see my daughter, Melody. The house was the only thing my wife didn’t take when she filed for divorce. Apparently, hot-dad had told her the market was bad and she should stick me with the mortgage, so she did. It wasn’t bad advice because we were upside down on our mortgage and since she wanted to marry hot-dad as soon as the ink was dry on our divorce papers, there wasn’t going to be any alimony. Even without her being a drain on my finances, it was getting tight. A roommate could change that—provided I could find one that I trusted.
Still no response—bedtime or porn—definitely porn.
My hand was a poor substitute for pussy, but it was all I really had. I could have ventured out into the world and found someone to bring home, but I just wasn’t ready for anything more than a quick thrill. I lifted up in the chair and pushed my boxers to the floor, kicking them to the side once they were around my ankles. My t-shirt followed and I leaned back in the chair with the computer screen illuminating my naked body. A year of barely eating and taking on my frustration on the punching bag in the garage had erased every bit of the weight I put on after my daughter was born. If I would have known that was all my wife cared about, I would have done it a lot sooner.
Seen it. Seen it. Seen it twice.
My hand moved the mouse across the screen as I tried to find something new that I hadn’t watched before. I was lucky that I lived in the digital age because it was really difficult for me to watch the same porn movie twice. There was excitement in the uncertainty, even if it was just for a quick thrill. I finally found one I hadn’t seen before, although the trope wasn’t original. I watched as the girl started to undress and stroked my cock until it was getting hard in my hand. There was no emotion in what I felt, but if I didn’t get off, I would go crazy. I thought I was going to die waiting on my wife to finally be ready for sex again after our daughter was born.
Yeah, put that cock in your mouth.
I became the guy in the movie, but only in my mind. The fantasy unfolded as I watched the actress go from a timid schoolgirl to a professional dick swallower in a matter of seconds. She took the cock deep into her throat without any hesitation and I imagined those ruby lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking me with the same enthusiasm she
had for the camera. My strokes got faster as she did and I started to feel a surge of pleasure in my balls. Thankfully, that was just the warm-up and after covering the guy’s shaft in saliva, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her wetness and ready to be fucked.
Now for what I really like.
The guy slid between her thighs and pressed his glans to her wetness. She moaned when he entered her, but the ease of it suggested that her pussy was no stranger to being fucked—regardless of what she said for the camera. In a matter of seconds, he was thrusting himself into her fast and I was imagining it was me. I tightened the grip on my cock and stroked it fast, moving from the engorged head to my balls so fast that my hand was a blur. I needed a release. It would give me a moment of pleasure and then I could get some sleep.
Take my cock—you love it.
The pressure started to build in my balls and I knew I was close to an orgasm. I grabbed the towel laying by my computer and positioned it against my cock. The pressure got more intense as the woman on the screen moaned and begged to have her pussy fucked harder. In my mind, I was happy to oblige. The pressure got even stronger and the pleasure sent a release of dopamine through my body. I clenched the head of my cock with the towel as the guy pulled out and started unloading on the girl’s stomach. The sticky streams of cum covered her as mine rushed through my cock and erupted against the towel. I stroked faster, sending more cum shooting through the shaft until I was drained.
Okay, time for bed.
Hannah
One failed relationship and my father got scared—like some modern-day princess of Bel-Air fairy tale. My time with Anthony was as short as he was crazy. Within a week of our first date, he was already talking about marriage. A week after that, he was asking how many kids we were going to have and if I had picked out names—we hadn’t even had sex—I was still a virgin. Needless to say, I saw the writing on the walls and told him it was over. He didn’t take the news well. My tires were slashed, my father’s house was broken into, and more than once I saw a black truck following me home. It always drove away before I turned onto my street, but I knew it was Anthony.
My father suggested that I consider moving away for college and as much as I liked it in our quiet sleepy town, the idea of moving to California and starting over wasn’t one I was completely opposed to. There was no way I could afford to live there on my own and my father suggested I find a roommate. He would pay my half of everything, as long as he got the chance to check everything out before I moved in. Needless to say, his standards were fairly ridiculous, but I didn’t feel like I had much choice but to let him take the wheel since I had already failed at being an adult even though I was barely one to begin with.
“This place seems nice.” I pulled up an advertisement on my laptop and turned it to my father who narrowed his eyes at it.
“Three other girls? I don’t think so. It’ll be little more than a sorority house.” He shook his head back and forth.
“Well where do you expect me to live? The budget you gave me isn’t going to put me anywhere near campus.” I grumbled and turned the laptop back towards me.
“I just want you to be safe.” He turned his attention back to the football game on television. “I won’t be there to look after you.”
“You have to let go of me at some point. I know things with Anthony have you a little freaked out, but the rest of the world isn’t like him.” I scrolled through the listings again.
“If I thought he was unique, I would put him in the ground and sleep easy knowing you would be safe. You’re a beautiful young woman and I’m very proud of you, but I can’t help but worry…” He sighed and shook his head again.
“I know.” I nodded and smiled. “You’ve done a wonderful job raising me. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been strong enough to stand up for myself with Anthony.”
“What happens if there is an Anthony in California? I won’t be there to make sure he stays away from you. What happens if the asshole actually tries to follow you out there?” He tapped his fingers on the counter and I could see he was worried.
“We’re flying out there next weekend, so let me just pepper this board with requests and we can tour a few places. I’m sure we’ll find one that we both like.” I hit the first ad and sent a request, moving to the one after it as soon as I was done.
“That sounds like a plan.” He nodded and stood to watch a big play on the television.
My father had to go to work early the next day and I couldn’t get any sleep with him banging around the house getting ready, so I loaded my laptop and started cultivating the responses to my requests. A few asked follow up questions, which was understandable. I had some prospects I liked and some that I wasn’t sure about, but I thought it was a good idea to show my father some less than ideal choices. If he saw how bad some of the options were, he would hopefully understand that the other options were good. Nothing was going to be perfect unless he decided to move to California himself, which wasn’t something he could do with his job.
Once he was out of the house and his car disappeared into the distance, I walked out the back-patio door and lit a cigarette. It was a habit that he would have never approved of so I made it a point to keep it a secret. I had no doubt that if he even caught a whiff of smoke, he would have put me over his knee, regardless of how old I was. I had been promising myself I would quit for a while, but after the experience with Anthony, I needed something to calm my nerves and they did the trick. If California worked out as well as I hoped, I would quit once I started college.
Okay, I need a shower—but first I need some alone time.
“It feels like it has been months.” I lay back on my bed with my phone in my hand.
I didn’t get much time to myself living with my father, especially when I had things to do during the day, and he had been home almost every day since the situation with Anthony. Even though I was a virgin, I still had needs that had to be taken care of. I slid my hand down my stomach and pushed my panties below my knees. Just thinking about the pleasure that would soon engulf my body was making me wet and excited. I rubbed my clitoris several times, feeling it form a hard knot. I was not a frequent masturbator and when I did, I normally thought of some random muscle-bound guy my age—or an actor that took his shirt off in a movie. My latest fantasy was a cage-fighter turned actor that was in an action movie I sat through mostly because I knew he would spend a lot of the movie without his shirt. I imagined his powerful arms touching and caressing me. I closed my eyes and pictured him right there in bed with me, kissing my neck, squeezing my breasts, and on fire with the same passion for me that I had for him. I pulled up some photographs of him on my phone and stared at them with a smile on my face.
“Oh god…” I moaned and I picked the pace, rubbing my clitoris harder.
My finger moved in a quick circle around my clitoris, which made my whole body tingle with anticipation of what was coming. I tried to imagine what sex would be like. I pretended my finger was his gigantic cock pushing inside of me as he took my virginity. I forced a finger into my tight virgin pussy, feeling my hymen when I got the first knuckle past my labia. A cock would stretch my tightness much wider than my finger would and it would destroy the thin flap of skin that remained as a symbol of my innocence. I kept one finger pressed into my pussy while another moved around my clitoris. I imagined myself squirming and begging for more, words of passion I had never said lifting off of my lips while he made me scream. Minutes passed and I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
You’re going to make me cum!
My tongue moved between my lips and I ran it across them, pretending it was his lips against mine with the wet embrace of a fire-soaked kiss. My body started to tense up and after the pressure built to the point of no return, I felt myself start to orgasm. I rubbed my clitoris faster as moans erupted from my throat. The sensitive bundle of nerves that formed a knot underneath my index finger was begging fo
r more, even as the pleasure rushed through my body. I felt my pussy spasming on my finger and I imagined how that would feel with a dick inside me. I had gotten so wet from the stimulation that I could have easily pushed a finger in deeper at that point, but I didn’t want to break my hymen. The orgasm concluded with my legs shaking and my pelvis vibrating. I kept rubbing my clitoris and pushing a finger into my pussy until there was nothing left and my body started to relax.
“Now I have nobody to cuddle with…” I lay on my bed in the afterglow of my orgasm, feeling the desire for another cigarette to accompany the buzz swirling through my body.
I stayed there with my eyes flickering open and closed for several minutes. I was fighting the desire for a nap, the need for a cigarette, and the realization that I needed to shower for the day. I finally fought off the nap and went outside for another cigarette. I couldn’t risk that when it got closer to time for my father to come home, so it would likely be my last one that day. I went upstairs and stripped naked once it was done, staring at myself in the mirror.
I had never considered myself pretty. I had curves that could probably use an hour on a treadmill every day, auburn hair that curled in all the wrong spots, and blemishes that makeup had to cover before I even considered showing myself to the world. I started the shower and stepped into the water, letting it run down my body and wash away the evidence of everything I had done since my father left for the day. If I could make it little longer, I would get the chance to start my life over without worrying about anything but the future—but first I had to find a place to live.
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