My roommate wasn't the same after getting dumped. So I fucked him.

I'd never lived with a guy before Danny.

It was a Saturday morning, around 9:30. I was already up, never really one to sleep in. I was lying on the couch with some show on TV that I wasn't really watching, just background noise while I browsed my phone. Danny was usually up by now too, but I hadn't seen him yet. Six months in, I was past the point of overthinking what I wore around the apartment. Today it was just a tank top and sleep shorts, nothing else.

He came out of his room right before 10, looking both groggy and restless. He said good morning on his way to the kitchen, and I said it back without looking up. I wasn't really a coffee person, but he lived on it. I could hear the coffee maker starting, the fridge opening, some rustling in the cabinets while he fished out a mug and a spoon. I also heard him picking up his phone, unlocking it, locking it, putting it back down on the counter. Over and over again. It'd been that way for a couple months now. Since that thing happened with Katie.

She'd ended things with him a couple months ago and he was handling it fine on the surface, but underneath he was restless, still looking for something to take the edge off. I never really got what he saw in her, but to be fair I only moved in when things were going sideways. He'd been trying to move on - a couple dates on a couple Friday nights, and both times he came back home way earlier than he should have. I hadn't said anything to him either time. Wasn't my place.

The fridge door closed one more time and he stepped into the living room with his coffee, stopping in the doorway. I glanced up and caught him looking, eyes on my body before they moved to the TV. He was usually more subtle than that. I didn't mind.

"What are you watching?" he asked.

"House hunting show, couples with crazy budgets getting outraged by the dumbest things."

He huffed, not quite a laugh, glancing down at his phone again after taking a sip of coffee. Then he locked it again and looked up. "You eaten?"

"Not really, not that hungry yet."

"I was thinking of making eggs." Unlock, glance, scroll. "If you wanted."

"I'm okay."

"Mm." His thumb moved over the screen of his phone before he locked it again and lowered his hand, still holding it. "Actually same here." He stood there another moment, looking back at the TV. Then he walked in and sat in the chair across from the couch.

I'd only ever lived with other girls before moving in with Danny. My friend Mia had mentioned that he had a spare room six months ago, when my old landlord nearly doubled my rent, and the next day I met Danny for coffee and agreed to move in. Living with a guy was different. The bathroom counter had three of his things on it instead of twelve. He did his dishes, but the dish towel was always folded slightly wrong. His footsteps in the morning were heavier than any roommate I had before, and it wasn't like he was stomping around. When he sat down it was more like dropping himself into the chair than settling into it carefully.

There was something else too, something about being a woman in a space with a man. A different kind of awareness than I'd had with any female roommate. Not of him exactly, just of myself. That I had a presence in the apartment that was being registered. It wasn't a bad feeling. If anything I'd come to find it kind of natural, something I barely noticed most days. Maybe it was the same kind of perception I had of him, in the other direction.

"Any plans today?" he asked.

I stretched on the couch. "Might go to the gym, run some errands after. Groceries, need a new book." I set my phone down on my stomach. "You?"

"Not really." He glanced at his phone, then back at the TV. "Maybe something tomorrow, not sure yet. I should probably pick up some milk too."

"I can grab some for you if you want."

"Nah it's okay, I'll get it." He looked back at the TV. His phone screen lit up in his hand, he checked it, then he turned it face down on his knee. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, then closed it and exhaled. Commercials filled the silence. I picked up my phone, browsing through book reviews.

I felt him look over at me again, slower this time. I kept my eyes on my phone, but I could feel his eyes moving down my body. I was on my back, one knee drawn up. My tank top had risen to show a hint of my tummy, and my nipples were slightly visible through the thin fabric. I was conscious of it, but it was my apartment too. Still, I felt his gaze linger on them for a long moment before he looked away, and something about that hit me differently today.

I'd had a couple of hookups in the past month, neither one entirely satisfying. My usual rotation was thinning out, people pairing off into actual relationships. Danny's gaze made my nipples poke through my top a little harder. I shifted slightly, reaching for my water glass while he looked back at the TV.

I felt the lull stretch. He finally gave up on his phone, resting it on the arm of his chair face down, staring at the screen but clearly not watching any of the TV. He held himself so stiff, like he'd been carrying something a bit too long and couldn't figure out how to set it down. He wasn't like this six months ago, whatever happened with Katie had really done a number on him.

He looked at me again, his eyes glancing from mine, to my nipples, to my tummy, then back to the screen again. He must be out of it to be this bold. He picked up his coffee, I looked back at my phone and felt that warmth in my body spread. He probably just needed to get out of his own head, and I hadn't been properly taken care of in a while. We were both right here. This just seemed right.

"Hey," I said. He looked back at me, and I pulled the hem of my shorts to the side. No panties, just me, already a little wet. "You wanna?"

He swallowed, his eyes widening. "We're roommates."

"Yep."

"So..."

"It won't be weird. Come here."

He looked at me for another moment, then something settled in his face. "Yeah... yeah, okay." He left his phone where it was. I put mine down. He took two steps to the couch and I pressed my palm to his stomach, looking up at him.

"Stay right there, let me." I moved my hands to the waistband of his shorts and boxers, bringing both down to his ankles. He still had that slightly dazed look, his cock looked only half hard. I gave him a couple strokes, feeling it heat up in my hand, and I smiled at him while pulling off my tank top. He made a low sound when he saw my bare tits, and a deeper groan when I took his cock into my mouth.

His cock filled out fast in my mouth, and I pulled off of it with a small pop, moving back under it to drag my tongue from his shaft to his tip. He tasted musky, salty with lingering sweat, but clean. I looked up into his eyes, smiling with mine, while I took him back in my mouth and swirled my tongue over his head. He gave a low groan that I felt through his cock. It made my clit tingle. His shoulders were relaxing, his jaw releasing, and I hummed and took him deeper, his tip hitting my throat. "Fuck," he sighed, his eyes closing, and I rewarded him by swallowing him, my throat relaxing and taking him in until my lips met his balls. His fingers slid into my hair, gently, just holding onto me. I kept deep in my throat, flexing it, feeling him throb for a few seconds before I released him and slid him out of my mouth, my hand wrapping around his wet cock to stroke him while smiling back up at him.

"Stay with me," I said softly, kissing his cock again while I stroked it steadily. I gave his tip some more swirling licks, feeling his thighs shake. I loved how sensitive guys were right there. I looked up at him again while taking his cock back in my mouth with long, deep bobs, pulling back to my throat and popping it inside, the 'gluck' of my throat filling the living room. He groaned, clutching me, and I moaned around his cock while taking him deep one more time before pulling off of it and sucking to release the head from my lips with a louder pop.

I moved back to stroke him more, but he surprised me by putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back on the couch, dropping to his knees and moving his hands down my body, squeezing my tits, then lower. He hooked his fingers in my shorts, pulling them down my legs and off me completely, tossing them to the side to join my top. He spread my legs, pressing his mouth to my pussy, kissing me and planting his tongue on my slit, licking slowly up to my clit. "Oh...!" I moaned, leaning back, my back arching off the cushion. His tongue pressed me firmly, dragging his tongue up through my lips and then flicking my clit harder this time.

"Thought you said you weren't that hungry," I said, a little breathless between another soft moan.

He pulled back just enough to laugh, a real one this time, his shoulders shaking against my thighs. "Guess I changed my mind," he said, grinning up at me for a second before he planted his mouth back on my pussy, licking and sucking with more confidence now. He had a spark in his eyes I hadn't seen in a while. I sighed and cooed as he kept licking me, giving my clit plenty of delicate attention, his finger sliding inside me. I hadn't expected him to go down on me, especially without being asked. My last couple hookups hadn't even bothered, but he was present and attentive. I guess Danny just needed to be shown that he could.

"Danny," I moaned, tugging gently at his hair. His mouth felt amazing, but my pussy was starting to ache for something deeper. "Danny," I said again, this time more sharp, getting his attention. He looked back up at me, his mouth still latched onto my pussy, tongue still swirling. "Mmh," I moaned again, opening my mouth to get the words out. All I could manage was "Come fuck me." He groaned into my pussy, giving me one more firm lick before standing up and pulling his shirt over his head. I sighed, sitting up. "Lie back, let me ride you."

He nodded, a little breathless, sitting on the couch next to me and leaning back. I shifted to face him, straddling his hips, my pussy dripping as I pressed it to his cock. I held it, stroking it gently, rubbing the head along my lips. "See what you did to me?" I said with a small laugh. He just chuckled at me as I sat down on him, taking his cock inside me in one slow, wet slide. "Fuck... you feel so good," I moaned as he stretched my pussy.

He looked up at me, his eyes clear and fully present. "You feel amazing." His voice was low and a little rough, letting out a low groan as I rocked my hips, his cock grinding deep. His hands were on my waist, gripping my hips, then he moved one of them to cup my tit. He squeezed it gently, his fingers catching my nipple, making my pussy clench while I ground into him harder.

"Like that, right there," I moaned, rocking my hips to make his cock hit just the right spot in my pussy. "I'm gonna cum, fuck..." My clit rubbed against him as I rode him, my hands on his shoulders, gripping harder, burying my face in his neck. I groaned louder as I felt my body tense up, the heat building in my pussy, my nipples pressing hard into his chest and into his fingers, and then I clenched his cock as I came with a shudder and a muffled cry into his skin. My legs shook, my pussy gripped him in long, rolling waves. It felt like relief.

I stayed on him for a moment, breathing steady, still rubbing my hips on his. I felt his hand squeeze my ass, and I wiggled it back on him. "Mm, you wanna fuck me from behind?" I said while lifting my head back up.

"Yeah, in a minute," he said, holding me firmly on his lap. I smiled and nodded, planting my knees into the couch and arching my back to ride him properly this time. Lifting my hips, rolling, coming back down to slide his cock in and out of me. He kept squeezing my ass, playing with my nipple while I bounced on him, his hips starting to meet mine every time I came back down. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned, and I felt his cock twitching inside me after a deep bounce.

Then I lifted up off of his cock, watching it twitch in the air with my wetness all over it. There was a streak of cream on the shaft from when I came on him. He looked at me as I bent over for him, wiggling my ass back at him. "Didn't want you cumming too fast," I said while he caught his breath. My clit was still buzzing, I couldn't help but move my hand under me to rub it while he positioned himself. When he sank back inside me I felt even more full, the position making every nerve in my pussy react to the stretch and the warmth. "Fuck, yes..."

He held my hips firmly as he started fucking me, drawing out his cock and plunging it back in nice and deep. I kept strumming my clit, moaning into the cushion and throwing my hips back into his with each thrust. He leaned over me, his hand grabbing my tit to squeeze it again, his other hand still locked on my hip while he slammed into me harder. I felt myself getting close again already, being so thoroughly handled by my pent up roommate. "Mmh, Danny, gonna cum..." I squeaked out from under him, and he just fucked me even harder while my pussy fluttered over his cock. I pressed my face into the cushion, my body being rocked back and forth, his cock hitting close to my cervix as I clenched around him again, cumming and screaming through it.

He pressed into me deep while I came, shaking under him, his hands just holding me until I went slack. I pushed my body forward, sliding off of him and lying on the couch. "God, you're learning my body fast," I told him between breaths.

"Trying to," he said, his voice low now. Calm and confident. His hands rubbed my back, and I sighed into the couch before rolling over to face him again, opening my legs back up. I was still soaked. His cock was still throbbing. I bit my lip, hooking my leg behind him to pull him closer. He got the hint and positioned himself over me, lining up his cock back to my pussy and sliding inside nice and easy.

He moved his hands under me - one cupping my ass, the other holding my back, pressing my whole body into him. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to thrust making small noises as he started fucking me again. "You fuck me so well," I sighed, arching my back into him, feeling his cock fill me while he pulled my ass into him with each thrust. "Should've asked for this way sooner." He just chuckled and grunted into my neck while he kept rocking into me, my legs squeezing him, my pussy feeling so full of him.

He clutched me tight, groaning in my ear, which only made me more wet for him. "Let it all out in me- mmh... Yeah, just like that," I moaned for him. The couch rocked under us, my body starting to feel tight and warm one last time.

Danny grunted over me. "I'm gonna... fuck..."

I held him tighter. "Yeah, cum in me, fill me up..." I whimpered. He pounded into me even faster, focusing on his own pleasure now, which only made my pussy clench him even tighter. Finally he pressed his cock deep inside me, pulsing, sending hot, thick spurts of cum deep into my pussy. I only felt one of them flood me before I was cumming right along with him, moaning and clutching his back, legs locked around his waist, whole body shuddering with pleasure.

He let out a long breath after, still clutching me, giving me one more squeeze before pulling himself back up. "I needed that," he said.

"I know." I smiled. "Any time."

"Any time?"

I laughed. I meant it though. "You heard me. But let me get up first?"

He slid out of me, standing up and stretching. I stretched too as I sat up, hands over my head, crossing my legs while feeling him leak out of me. I stood up, still naked, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Water?"

"Yeah, please."

I poured two glasses, hearing him sit back down on the couch, taking a deep breath. His phone still forgotten on the armrest of the chair across the room. I walked back in and handed him his glass. He'd pulled his boxers back on, and I just grabbed my clothes from the floor. "That was really good, you know."

"Yeah?"

"Mm." I drank my water, a few much needed gulps. "Gonna go take a shower though, you got me all sweaty." I winked at him and stepped towards the bathroom, he waved me off casually. I went to grab a change of clothes from my room, closed the door to the bathroom and started running the shower. I liked it hot, and I stood under it for longer than usual, letting it run over my body. I felt loose and easy, more relaxed than I'd felt in a while. Three orgasms from your roommate will do that to you. I was glad he was coming back into himself, glad I could help him do that.

The bathroom door opened. I smirked.