by Lexi Archer
Fuck, I was disappointed that they weren’t taking things farther. For the first time that evening I had the urge to run out there and reveal myself to them for something other than trying to take a swing at this asshole who I’d never particularly trusted in the first place. I wanted to run out there and tell them that it was okay. That they could go ahead and have their fun, and hey, while they were at it wouldn’t it be fun if I stood and watched while they did what came naturally to hot young college students who were still high off of post-puberty hormones that hadn’t quite worn off yet?
I didn’t do that, of course. I had all the evidence that I needed to confront Reese. Well, almost all the evidence that I needed to confront her. I was kicking myself for not thinking of getting some actual proof earlier, but I figured now was as good a time as any.
I pulled up my pants and then fished out my phone. Why hadn’t I taken a picture before when this asshole was actually feeling Reese up? Her shirt was still bunched up over her tits, though. She was still standing there topless with her breasts straining out for him, nipples hard, and I figured that would be as good as anything else as far as getting proof of her misdeeds this evening went. All she really needed to know was that I’d been in the alley and I’d seen everything.
So I put my phone into night mode and snapped a picture. A picture that caused the shutter sound on my camera to go off because of course I wasn’t thinking straight and I hadn’t bothered to mute the camera like a fucking idiot. The sound echoed through a sudden lull in their conversation and of course for the first time that evening the shutter sound was loud enough for them to finally hear me.
“Shit!” Reese said, finally realizing that she was standing out in the open in a very public place with her gorgeous breasts on display for the world to see. She scrambled to pull it down and get herself back in order even as Aiden started looking around for the source of the sound.
“What the fuck? Where are you asshole? I’m going to kick the shit out of you if I find you!”
I stood in my hiding spot for another half a second and weighed my options. I could go ahead and go for a confrontation now. I could step out and hope that the fact that I was about the same size as Aiden and I was good and pissed off in addition to being good and turned on would be enough to turn the potential fight in my favor.
Only I didn’t want to have that fight now. No, if I was going to have this fight then I wanted it to be in private with just Reese. I didn’t want this asshole to have anything to do with it.
More than anything I didn’t want to run the risk of either of them noticing that I had a throbbing hard on in my pants. I didn’t want them to make the connection between them having their forbidden tryst behind the pizza place and me being more fucking turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Talk about embarrassing.
So I did the only thing that seemed practical in the moment. I turned and ran down the alley, not giving a fuck if I was making enough noise to draw their attention. I figured by the time Aiden got to the his end of the alley I’d be good and gone anyways.
I rounded the corner and luckily there was a crowd of people coming out of a bar on the other side of the alley from the pizza place at the same time I was making my escape. I dove in the middle of them and tried my best to seem like just another drunk.
Not a moment too soon. Aiden appeared at the end of the alley, his eyes darting in every direction as he stood there breathing heavily from what I imagined was a combination of the exertion from sprinting down the alley at a breakneck speed and from how turned on he no doubt still was from what he’d been doing with Reese moments ago.
Only there was no way for him to know who’d just been in the alley. His eyes ran over the drunken horde I was hiding in, from the sounds of things I’d just worked my way into a pub crawl of some sort, but I looked away quickly. He’d recognize me immediately and it would be too damn suspicious that I happened to be standing there outside the pizza place right after they realized someone was spying on them.
If Aiden didn’t make the connection then Reese sure as hell would when he inevitably told her he saw me.
I was in the clear for now though. I slipped out of the crowd once they started pouring into the next bar and made my way back to the dorms to think over everything that had just happened. I wasn’t too worried about Reese getting up to anything more naughty than what had already happened with Aiden considering they probably thought they’d been caught and it wasn’t like Angela was going to let anything happen in Reese’s dorm room.
No, I needed time to think this over. To decide how I was going to react, because as I walked through campus in my hoodie with one hell of a hard on I was having trouble deciding whether I was more pissed off or turned on.
I really needed to figure that out before I decided how I was going to break this to Reese.
5
Hints
I didn’t bother to call Reese before I went over to her dorm the next morning. I stopped by a donut shop near where everything happened the night before. The place stayed open twenty-four hours a day and did a brisk business selling to drunk college students who wanted something cheap and filling in the middle of the night and to studious college students who were up with the sun getting ready for a day of studying in the morning.
Basically it was the perfect business model, and I understood the owner, a former grad, had gotten rich enough to open a couple of other locations around the state and then sell everything and retire early. It had become a bit of campus lore with business majors who wished they could come up with an idea so mind-bogglingly simple in its execution.
Not that I was thinking about that this morning. No, my thoughts were entirely on what had happened last night. I seemed to have a constant erection as visions of my girlfriend being felt up by another man danced through my head. We’re talking about the kind of erection that would require me to go seek medical help if I’d taken any sort of artificial enhancement to create the thing in the first place, but of course I hadn’t.
No, the only thing that was keeping me hard was the thought of my girlfriend being decidedly naughty with another man.
I knocked on the door a couple of times and I suddenly felt nervous. More nervous than I had the first time I stopped by her dorm to meet her for our first date last year. Sure I wasn’t technically supposed to be able to get up here since the RFID in my campus ID wasn’t keyed for this particular dorm, but security and college students didn’t exactly go hand in hand. It was always ridiculously easy to get someone to let you in, especially if you looked about the right age and were carrying donuts.
Hell, I was in this dorm often enough that I recognized a lot of faces and they recognized me even if we weren’t exactly on first name basis or anything. A lot of people probably figured I lived here or something.
An answer wasn’t immediately forthcoming. I frowned and panic welled up inside me. What if last night had been the one night in the history of their roommate agreement when Angela decided to go somewhere else? What if last night was the fabled window of opportunity I’d always dreamed of but never enjoyed and Aiden had taken full advantage of it? What if he was in there with her right now cuddled up next to her in the impossibly small dorm bed basking in the afterglow of all the insane things they’d done with each other the night before?
I have to admit the thought was more arousing than infuriating, and that jived with what I’d ultimately decided last night. This turned me on. There was no denying it even though it was fucked up. So I wasn’t going to be mad as long as Reese came clean. As long as she ultimately decided to explore this with me rather than going off and having fun on her own.
If she decided that she’d rather go off and have fun on her own rather than taking the insane opportunity I was dropping in her lap then that meant things were over. At the end of the day we had to be able to trust each other, even if it was a fucked up and convoluted trust where I was trusting her not to fuck around with other guys unless I knew
about it and approved of it ahead of time.
Yeah, I might have stayed up late into the night sucking on the green caffeinated god and reading everything I could about this sort of thing. It had been an educational evening, to say the least. Probably more educational than most of my college experience so far.
I frowned and knocked on the door again. Where was she? Why wasn’t she answering the door? What if she’d gone back to his place instead? What if they were cuddling at his apartment or dorm or wherever the hell it was he lived?
All those thoughts flashed through my head as panic welled up inside me. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have run last night. I’d panicked in the moment, but now that I was standing here in front of her dorm in the cold light of day with no idea where the hell she was or what the hell she’d done the night before after I left her alone with that snake in the grass I was starting to think it might’ve been better to just stay there in my hiding place rather than bolting and giving myself away.
Too late to worry too much about that, though.
I was about to pull out my phone and give her a call when the door flew open and I was greeted with a sight that was probably the single most horrifying thing any man had seen since Perseus looked into his golden shield and got a good look at old snake-for-hair.
Only it wasn’t really as horrifying as usual, aside from the usual scowl on her face that greeted me every time she opened the door to let me into their room. It looked like she’d actually done something with her hair, and there was something else different about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it’s not like I was going to pay too much attention to my girlfriend’s roommate in the moment. No, I had far more pressing concerns, like where the hell Reese was.
Not that Angela seemed to be in a mood to make my experience any more pleasant than usual even if she did look different from her usual look which could be charitably described as “just rolled out of bed chic.”
“What the fuck are you doing here banging on the door this early?”
I glanced at my phone that I’d been about to use to dial Reese, but it worked just as well to tell the time. It wasn’t that early. Nearly ten thirty. Most reasonable people would be up this early, but then again that was making the logical leap that Angela was a reasonable person.
“Good morning Angela,” I said. “Good to see you too.”
“What do you want?”
“To see my girlfriend? She is in there, isn’t she?”
Angela hesitated for a moment and my heart leapt into my throat. What was I going to do if she told me Reese wasn’t in there? Where would she be? Then Angela smiled. Once more I was struck with how odd a smile looked on her face. It was so used to seeing her scowling. Was she smiling because she was about to drop the bomb on me that Reese wasn’t in the room? She seemed to get a perverse pleasure out of tweaking me when it came to this subject.
“Reese, you have another visitor,” Angela said.
Interesting. Very interesting. She wasn’t telling me that my girlfriend was somewhere else, but that “another visitor” bit was telling. She smirked as she said it and my face must’ve told her everything she needed to know. Yeah, I’d caught what she’d just said, though from the way Reese was tossing and turning under the covers in her own bed I didn’t think she’d quite get the importance of her roommate’s phrasing through the sleep-induced haze she was fighting her way out of.
I moved in and sat on the edge of Reese’s bed as Angela moved over and took her customary perch in front of her computer. She seemed to be paying attention to some game she pulled up, but I could tell from her body language and the way she kept glancing in our direction that she was more interested in what was happening over on my end of the room than she was in whatever game she was playing. It sounded like something straight from Japan based on the language blasting through her computer speakers.
“Good morning babe,” I said.
Reese finally opened her eyes and blinked in the sunlight that came streaming in suddenly as Angela pulled open the blinds by their window. Reese held a hand up and looked around in confusion a couple of times.
“Wha… who… Aid… I mean, John? What are you doing here?”
My cock twitched as my heart leapt into my throat again. Yeah, she was definitely still in a sleep-induced fog, and I was pretty sure I recognized the name she’d almost said just then. Aiden. The first thing she thought when she looked up was that I was Aiden, and not for the first time I really wished that I’d just stayed in the damn alley where I could get a good look at everything that happened after that moment when I snapped a picture and was nearly discovered.
Damn it.
I really should’ve stayed in that alley. Or at the very least I should’ve found a way to loop back around and see what was going on after they caught me the first time. It’s not like they’d think someone was still watching after the brave Aiden managed to chase the dastardly peeper away the first time around.
I wasn’t going to get anywhere by questioning her here though. No, I was playing the long con. My phone was burning in my pocket and it was so tempting to pull it out right now and show her everything, but I wasn’t about to do something like that with Angela sitting on the other side of the room no doubt waiting for things to blow up. I’d seen the look on her face. I noticed the way she kept dropping hints.
She was waiting for a big blow up, and the last thing I was going to give her was any sort of satisfaction on that score.
“I figured I’d stop by and bring you some breakfast since I didn’t get to see you last night,” I said, holding up the box of donuts. Normally Reese was a stickler for maintaining a strict diet, but I also knew she had a weakness for the occasional donut. “I figured you’d be up by now for sure. Were you working pretty late last night?”
Reese blinked the sleep out of her eyes and there was another moment of confusion. “I, uh, right. I was working late last night. They kept me out until like after midnight or something like that. I just collapsed in bed when I was done.”
Her eyes darted across the room to where Angela was seemingly minding her own business playing her computer games, but I knew she was listening to every word. The motion was so quick that I would’ve missed it if I hadn’t been watching her face for any sign that she was telling a lie. Not because I needed to catch her in a lie. No, I was more interested in learning if she had any obvious tells when she was obviously telling a whopper so I could tuck that away for future reference.
It seemed Reese was worried about her roommate as well. Worried that Angela was going to blab. In a way I suppose that was a pretty reasonable fear to have considering Angela had already given something away to me twice, though she was damn oblique about it. Of course Reese had no way of knowing that, and I wasn’t going to say anything if Angela wasn’t.
No, I was playing this one close to the chest.
“Well that’s okay. We can spend some time together today, right? I was thinking we could head over to my place and maybe watch a movie or something? Do the old Netflix and chill?”
Angela made a disgusted noise over on her side of the room but she could go fuck herself. She probably hadn’t ever known the touch of a human who was interested in her sexually and was doing her best to ruin it for everyone else in the room. God knows she’d ruined it plenty of times with Reese and me just by existing and refusing to ever leave the room for more than five minutes.
“Yeah, I suppose we could do that,” Reese said with a smile. She got up and grabbed a donut on her way over to the bathroom. I narrowed my eyes at that. When she was over at my place for the weekend she usually lounged around for awhile before taking a shower the morning after. That she was going straight for the shower this morning was raising my suspicions along with other parts of my body.
The door slammed shut and for the second time in as many weeks I found myself in the unfortunate position of being alone in the room with Angela. She darted a look over at me and then went back to p
retending she was playing her game. It suddenly occurred to me that I might be able to make something of this time alone, though, rather than sitting in awkward silence staring at my phone while she stared at her computer monitor and we both pretended the other person didn’t exist.
6
A Truce
“So what time did she get home last night?” I asked once the shower started and I was pretty sure there wasn’t a chance Reese was doing anything crazy like waiting on the other side of the bathroom door listening in on our conversation. Not that she really had a reason to suspect something in the first place.
Angela blinked. “Are you talking to me?”
“You’re the only person in this room, aren’t you?”
“Why do you give a fuck what time she was home? And why is it my job to keep track of your girlfriend, for that matter?”
I leaned back on the bed and stretched out. “Oh I don’t know. Something tells me from the way you’ve been dropping little hints whenever I show up here that you want me to know something. So why don’t you come out and say it instead of foisting your bullshit on me?”
That got her attention. She minimized whatever game window she was pretending to look at and wheeled her chair around so she was facing me, a scowl plain on her face.
“You don’t talk to me like that,” she said.
“Why? I’m just treating you the way you treat everyone around you. Don’t like a taste of your own medicine or something?”
Was I being a dick? Yeah, definitely, but I was being a dick with a deliberate purpose. It didn’t seem that she was in much of a mood to actually come out and reveal anything. No, she was more about dropping hints that were laser guided to make me suspect something, though I probably should’ve thanked her since the suspicion was a big part of the reason why I went out the night before and ended up catching Reese doing something I never would’ve imagined. I figured if she wasn’t going to come out and tell me anything, though, then I was going to try and get a rise out of her. Piss her off to the point that she let something slip.