Rules for Being My Roommate Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – Rules for Being My Roommate Pt. 03 by AdoringYou,AdoringYou *** Trigger warning for those who might be affected. This chapter in Stella and Neil’s relationship is a bit of a rough one. I was actually surprised how difficult it was for me emotionally to write this section. In the comments on the first part of “ROOMMATES,” someone said that they were reminded what it was like being a younger person, and I don’t want to be the reason someone relives some trauma they are not ready for. This one might not be for everyone.

In this chapter, Neil has an intense argument with his mother. There is nothing physical, but it isn’t easy to go through. Some harsh words are said. I am posting Part 4 of this story at the same time as I am posting this one and I completely understand if you’d prefer to skip ahead. Thank you very much for your time and I’d love to hear any thoughts you have.***

****As always, all characters who engage in any sort of sexual activity are well over the age of 18, legal adults.****

I finished my appointments with clients and I had a while before Neil would come over. I decided I definitely wanted to dress up for him tonight. The excitement and anticipation got me a little giddy. I don’t have a huge closet full of lingerie, but I do have a few things. I chose a body suit that was sheer, see-through black. It came up to my neck, but left both shoulders bare. I especially liked this one because it held my breasts up in place but completely revealed my nipples. It buttoned on the bottom so it would give easy access when the time came, and of course, I had no panties underneath. I couldn’t wait for him to see me!

When it was finally time I expected him to be there, I unlocked the front door and stood a short distance from it, the perfect way to greet him when he came in.

I waited.

About seven minutes went by and I decided to grab a chair from the dining table and sit in the same spot. He wouldn’t have any problem taking in the sight of me sitting with my legs open toward the door.

I waited.

After another ten or twelve minutes, I got up to get my cell phone. I could easily put it down when he knocked on the door. I kept my attention on the screen as I waited.

After a while of aimlessly doom-scrolling, I recognized how hungry I was. My plan had been to seduce him when he got through the door, then get dressed after we were fully satiated and go get drive-thru together. I wasn’t going to make it that long. I went to the kitchen. What would be quick? I landed on toast with butter. Simple, but enough to tide me over. I made a few slices, scarfed them down hurriedly so food wouldn’t be in the way once Neil arrived, then I went back to my chair and I waited.

Eventually, I decided to text him. I debated how explicit I should start with. Probably didn’t need to hit him with “Hey. I’m waiting for you to come fuck me” right out the gate. I went with a much more ambiguous, “Hey you…”

He responded, “Hey. I’m parked downstairs. I’ll be up in a minute.”

I frowned, “Is everything OK?”

“Fine. Just something I had to deal with. I’m heading up now.”

“Front door’s unlocked.”

Moments later, I heard the knob turning. He stepped inside and let out an exasperated sigh, “Hey Aunt Stella… I was… WHOA!”

My nephew and I were suddenly looking at two very different sights.

I saw him hanging his head down, looking completely exhausted and defeated. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers held low, with the blooms pointed to the ground. A backpack hung off of his shoulder, looking, by the way he carried it, like it weighed a few hundred pounds.

What Neil saw was a naked woman with a transparent one-piece sitting directly in front of him.

That difference is why my face grew concerned as I said, “What is wrong, Sweetheart?” and his became suddenly an eager smile.

“Nothing’s wrong at all.” He stepped toward me and kissed my lips. Ok, whatever was going on… it could wait.

I stood and indicated the flowers, “Are those for me?”

He gave me an adorably sheepish grin, then presented them to me properly, “Yes. I wanted to… ah…”

“They’re lovely.” I took them and inhaled the sweet scent. I would put them in water later. For the moment, I set them on the table. “Do me a favor. Take off your pants and take a seat on the couch.”

In moments, he was naked, with a hard erection standing proudly. I more draped myself than sat down beside him; I was essentially laying on my side with my head resting in his lap. His hand settled on my waist and caressed me up and down my torso, his fingers sliding across my skin through the sheer fabric. His touch was gentle and loving.

I reached out my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft. Like a lot of guys I’ve been with, this is the most sensitive part of his penis, at least it gets the biggest reaction when I focus my attention there.

The angle allowed my tongue to slide up and down him, and it gave him a pretty enchanting view. His other hand found its way into my hair, massaging my scalp as much as holding me.

I kept my motion gentle, twisting my head this way and that to pamper his length. My tongue was growing intimately familiar with the shape of his young cock, every curve and bump. And, of course, I gave his balls the attention they needed. It was a slow, relaxing sort of blowjob and I was very much enjoying the sensation of his hand on me… and then I saw him getting excited. His hand gripped my hip, a response to the intensity his body was feeling. I wrapped my lips around his mushroom-shaped head, my tongue probing the spot at its underside where shaft and head meet. I was prepared when he came in me this time. I made a sucking gesture and kept my mouth around him as he pulsed into it. I swallowed every drop and waited to be sure he was finished before I pulled away. I could see his chest hammering with his heavy breathing.

I laid my head on his bare leg and just smiled up at him. His hand released its grip and went back to its slow caress. “How are you, Sweetheart?”

He leaned his head back and sighed, this time with contentment. “Sooo much better.”

“Good… Ok, I do genuinely want to hear what’s going on, but I am STARVING. Get dressed. Let’s go get some food.”

I didn’t bother to take off the bodysuit, just grabbed a pair of spanx shorts and a baggy sweatshirt on top of it. I posed for Neil with both arms out. He was beaming, “You’re gorgeous!”

I’d have blushed if I weren’t so hungry. “Let’s go.” We jumped in the car. There’s plenty of fast food options nearby, but a taco place is the closest, so it won by default. With only one car in the lane ahead of us, we had food in hand quickly. I had my first taco finished by the time we were pulling into my apartment parking. “So what happened? Why were you so upset tonight?”

“Oh. It was… mom. She texted me she wanted me to get some things from the store. I told her I wasn’t coming home tonight. She immediately called and started yelling, demanding to know where I was and telling her how inconsiderate I was for not telling her… Like it makes a difference to her if I’m there or not.”

“So where did you tell her you were?”

“I didn’t. I said it didn’t matter where I was.”

“I’m sure she loved that.”

“No. She’s furious.”

“Are you OK?”

He shrugged, “It’s nothing new.” I reached over and held his hand. He gave me a weak smile at that.

“Let’s go inside.”

I, for one, felt significantly better after food. We were back in the apartment and I took the time to cut the flowers. I had to dig a bit under the kitchen sink to find the vase in the cabinet. My new bouquet looked perfect in the center of the dining table.

I was admiring them when I felt his body behind me, strong hands wrapping around my waist, “Thank you for dressing up for me.”

“My pleasure, Handsome.”

“Any chance I’ll get to see it some more tonight?”

“Hmmmm…” I pressed my butt into his thighs and slowly moved against him, “I can probably arrange that.” I lifted my arms. He took the cue and pulled off my sweatshirt. I felt his hands squeezing my breasts through the sheer fabric, then he was kissing my neck. My back arched even more so my butt put more pressure on him. By the time it was getting harder to breathe, I whispered, “Bedroom,” and peeled out of his grip.

I ditched the shorts and climbed onto the bed, facing away from him. I’ve always loved what this one-piece does for my ass, and the bed gave me some delightful added height. I made sure to flex my cheeks for him, “Do I look OK from this angle?”

He was satisfyingly gob-smacked, “Astonishing.”

I bent over onto my hands, thrusting my ass towards him, then I reached between my legs and unsnapped the suit, “Oops.” I ran my fingertips along the lips of my sex. It was all the invitation he needed, though I was glad he remembered the lube bottle on my nightstand. He was instantly working me with both hands, one along my lips and my clit, the other massaging inside of my ass. His fingers felt AMAZING. His movements were gentle, but I was so hungry for the feel of him, I was thrusting my hips back toward him. Soon, he had an entire finger in my ass and another deep in my sex.

I had to lean down with my head on the pillow to support myself while he ravaged me with his hands. I was his. In that moment, I completely belonged to my man. As it kept building, growing more and more intense, I began to whimper into the pillow. I couldn’t help myself… “Mmmm. FUCK! Oh, Fuck my ass, Baby. Fuck my ass.” It was more a response to the sensations than it was a command, but he complied with me nonetheless.

He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. From the lube and the way he’d been working his fingers, I opened for him with little resistance. His cock slid inside of me and I let out a loud cry of pleasure.

By the sounds he made, I could tell he was overwhelmed by me squeezing him. I could feel every strong pulse of his cock buried inside. The warm burst told me when he came in my ass, but I still needed him while he was hard and throbbing. I was desperate as I pulled forward and shoved my ass back hard on him. His balls bounced against my lips and my clit. That was perfect. He understood now, grabbed hard onto my hips, pulled me away then rapidly back. We had a steady rhythm of bouncing now. The slapping sound was wonderfully intense.

My orgasm hit and I screamed. Neil had heard me loud before, but this was another level. The orgasm crashed into me, as beautiful as it was violent. My whole body felt weak when I finally came down. I gasped aloud when his cock slid out of my ass. “Hold me, Baby,” I whimpered. He was on the bed in seconds, wrapping his strong arms around me. Soon, I was cradled in his embrace, held secure and safe… so sweetly loved.

“Are you OK, Stella?”

“I’m wonderful, Sweetheart.”

It was a while before I shifted, uncomfortable for being too long in the same position. I also needed to use the restroom. I took off the lingerie and came back to bed naked. Neil took his turn in the restroom. When he returned, he had a book with him.

As he got into bed, I turned onto my side and pressed my butt into him, with my back against his torso. I felt his arm rest comfortably on my hip. That’s the good stuff. “What are you reading?” I mumbled sleepy into the pillow.

“Taran Wanderer, by Lloyd Alexander. It’s part of the Prydain Chronicles.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, Taran spends most of his time wanting to be a great warrior, but this one is about how anyone can be great, even if he’s just a farmer or pottery maker. It’s one of my favorite books. I read it…” You might think I fell asleep while he was talking because he was boring me. It actually wasn’t boring at all. I love hearing him tell me about his passions. The truth was, in that moment, with his body pressed against me, his hand on my hip and the thick comforter above us both, I was as comfortable and relaxed as I could possibly be.

*****

He’d set an alarm on his phone, which rested on the nightstand on his side of the bed. It woke me up, but I didn’t move or open my eyes. Neil quickly silenced it and then I felt his hand caressing my hip and waist.

“Same rule as the ship. I like sleep. Don’t wake me up to have sex. If you want to masturbate, go ahead.”

The bed shook slightly while he pumped his cock. He stopped after probably about a minute then got up and went to the shower. I was quickly back asleep.

At some point later, I heard his voice, “Aunt Stella…”

“Yes?” I tried not to sound as annoyed as I felt, and I still did not open my eyes.

“Do you have an extra toothbrush? I forgot mine.”

“Bottom right drawer,” I grumbled.

“Thank you.”

I was nearly asleep again by the time he finished getting dressed and ready for work. I was aware of him coming back into the bedroom and I briefly imagined I might grow irritated if he woke me again, but instead, I felt him lean over and gently kiss my forehead. He whispered, “Have a wonderful day, Aunt Stella.”

I still didn’t open my eyes, but I clutched my pillow a little bit tighter because of my adorable, thoughtful guy.

*****

That evening, I texted him the door was unlocked when I knew he was getting off work. I was on the couch when he came in, and I let him know I’d baked a frozen pizza and it was on the stove. He made a plate and came over to sit beside me. We chatted about how our respective days had gone, his interesting customers at the store and the projectss I was working on.

We agreed on a movie to watch, the new Ryan Gosling flick had just come out on streaming. Neil finished his food and set the empty plate on the coffee table. He asked me if I’d put my feet in his lap. I sat sideways, leaning against the arm of the couch. While we watched the movie, his hands moved about my legs and my bare feet. It wasn’t a foot massage; his touch didn’t have any real pressure to it. It was just relaxing, him wanting to touch me and feel my skin. I don’t remember much about the movie itself, but it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed watching any movie that much.

*****

Sisters Brunch Day.

Although, we met at 1:30 in the afternoon, so I’m not sure it could accurately be called brunch.

Still, food and drinks and mostly meaningless conversation until Pam asked, “How’s Neil’s new job going?”

Sherri let out the most dramatic sigh, “I hardly know what’s going on with him, lately.”

Susan chimed in, “Always something with THAT boy.”

I looked at my older sister, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Susan gave a dismissive shake of her head, as though the answer should be obvious.

Sherri went on, “He’s barely been home the last week. He’s sleeping somewhere else and he refuses to tell me where. He comes in the house before his shift, or right after he gets off, gets some things out of his room and then he’s gone.”

“How strange,” Pam shook her head in disbelief.

I asked, “Why does he have to tell you where he is?”

If it were possible for a look to make a person smaller than my sister’s glare would have shrunk me like Rick Moranis. “Because I’m his MOTHER.”

“Yeah, and he’s an adult.”

“Who lives in MY house and I expect him to follow MY rules.”

“Did you and he agree on those rules?”

“I don’t care what he agrees to. I expect him to…”

“You don’t CARE about him at all!”

Sherri stared at me, her eyes wide. I could feel the anger in heat waves coming off of her, “How DARE you…”

“Tell me I’m wrong, Sherri. Tell me you like having your son around. Tell me honestly you like spending time with him or that you’ve ever taken a MOMENT to even get to know him.”

“I’m not going to listen to this…”

“Neil’s been staying at my place.”

For another moment, she was stunned into furious silence, “WHAT?”

“He’s been sleeping on my couch at my apartment.”

“Why?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t ask.”

“Tell him he needs to come home.”

“I’m not TELLING him to do or not do anything. He’s a grown man and he can do what he wants.”

“Then tell him he’s not allowed at your apartment anymore.”

“No. He’s my nephew. He’s always gonna be welcome with me.”

“This is not a debate!”

“You’re right. It’s not. You can’t tell him what to do and you DAMN well can’t tell me what to do.”

“My SON is NOT going to end up a screw-up like you!”

There was silence between us. Pam and Susan stared, eyes and mouths wide in shock at what they’d just heard. For several moments, I just nodded my head, not as stunned as they were. I exhaled through my nose, stood up and fetched some bills out of my wallet. I tossed them onto the table, “I’ll talk to you two later.”

They were still too stunned to say anything as I walked away.

I grabbed my phone and sent Neil a text, “Hey. Call me when you can.” He was gonna need to hear from me on this one. I sat, unmoving in my car for less then ten minutes before my phone rang.

“I’m in the back room. What’s up?”

“Hey. Just a head’s up. I told you mom that you’ve been staying at my place, sleeping on the couch.”

“That would explain why she’s buzzing my phone nonstop.” Though the car speakers, I could even hear the vibrating noise. “There she is again. How did… ummm…”

“It was pretty bad.”

“I’m sorry, Stella. Are you OK?”

I sighed, “Let’s talk when you get off. Italian food OK for dinner?”

“Perfect.”

“I’ll text you the address. Have a great rest of your shift.”

“K. Thanks for the heads up.”

I felt so incredibly alone in that moment. The thing I wanted most was to be in his arms. It seemed it would be so easy to forget about everything if he was holding me. I drove to the parking lot of Rufino’s and again, I just sat. I only had to wait a few hours, but it was so long. I couldn’t bring myself to go anywhere or do anything, not even to scroll on my phone. I just sat there until, eventually, Neil’s car pulled up to the space beside me.

He got out and hurried around to my door, his face full of concern. Evidently, I didn’t look too great. I opened the door and he leaned in, “What’s wrong?”

I threw my arms around him, realizing in all that time I hadn’t even bothered to unhook my seatbelt. It was a very good hug, not quite enough to change the whole world… but enough for me. When we finally pulled apart, his eyes were glossy like he might cry. I smiled, a weak smile, but still genuine at seeing him. I placed a hand on his forearm, “I’m Ok, Sweetie. Really.”

He nodded, accepting. “What happened today?”

“Let’s get some food. I’ll tell you about it inside.”

I got out of the car and reached to hold his hand as we walked into the restaurant. For the moment, I just wanted to feel connected to him, his fingers interlocking with mine. I didn’t care who saw us. We sat down and I recounted the interaction with my sisters between the bites of garlic bread that was slightly too hot to eat, but so delicious it was well worth the need to open my mouth to cool down after each bite.

Neil listened patiently, then asked, “Why would Mom say something like that to you? That’s completely awful.”

I nodded vacantly, considering how best to answer that. “Your mom is… the absolute picture of your grandmother. Sherri’s the oldest daughter and she grew up having to take care of Bobby and Susan. I’m the youngest and I was always kind of a… misfit. I felt like I was always in my mom’s way for one reason or another. Maybe with Susan, she was done having kids and then I came along later to surprise her. I never really knew why mom was always mad at me, but it always seemed to be something. YOUR mom, I think just dislikes me because her mom did, like that’s the only way she learned how to be with me.”

“I’m so sorry… That’s… That’s really sad.”

“Yeah… Yeah, it is.” I sat with that for a while. I didn’t try to make a joke or brush it off. Neil was right. It was a sad thing. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever… said that to someone before.”

He was contemplative a bit, spinning his fork in circles to pick up the long pasta, “Do you know Rudolph?”

“What?”

“The claymation special, the…”

“Yes, Sweetheart, I’m familiar with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

He chuckled and lowered his head. His voice was little more than a whisper, but to my surprise, he was singing, “We’re a couple of misfits. What’s the matter with misfits? That’s where we fit in.”

I burst out laughing because it was so unexpected. I worried he might think I was laughing at him, so I… also keeping my voice at a whisper… sang, “We may be different from the rest. Who decides the test of what is really best?”

We were both laughing now and suddenly, the tension and the heaviness really did vanish. I reached across the table, holding his hand once again. I was slower singing this last part, “Seems to me kinda silly that we don’t fit it.”

If I was six months younger, somehow sitting at another table in the restaurant and watching us… would I even recognize myself? Would it have seemed possible for me to be so happy and so… non-self-conscious? This was not something I’d planned on or expected, but it certainly did make me happy.

“So… what did your mom have to say to you?”

“Oh. I have no idea. I put my phone on silent after I talked to you.” He pulled his phone out to look at the screen. “I have… twenty seven missed calls and… fourteen text messages.” His thumb swiped through them, “Call me. Call right now. Come home right now. You better be blah blah blah.”

“My sister is certainly persistent.”

“Yeah… I kinda want to give it time to cool off, but I just don’t think it’s going to. I think she’s gonna stay mad until she gets her way.”

I looked down at my half-finished plate. I did actually have a solution for this. My mind was suddenly divided. One side was shocked and a little outraged that I’d even consider an idea like this. The other side knew how perfectly it fit. The two sides argued in my head until the idea finally burst out, “Neil… Do you want to move in with me?”

His jaw dropped. A forkfull of food froze halfway to his mouth, “What?”

“Well, your mom said she expects you to obey her rules as long as you live under her roof. So… What if you didn’t?”

“Would you ACTUALLY be OK with that?”

“I…” I took a deep breath, “I would. I like having you around. I like spending time with you and… being with you.”

“Roommates for real this time.”

I nodded, “Roommates for real this time.”

“Ok. Yeah, if you’re sure you’re up for it then… I’ll get my things tonight.”

“Tonight.” My eyes went wide a moment as I let that sink in. He was going to be living with me tonight. Whoa. It was a bit overwhelming, but I also considered what it was going to be like for him… going into that house, “Do you… want me to go with you?”

“I don’t think she’s gonna like having you around the house at the moment.”

“Uh, No. She wouldn’t even let me in the door. I meant I’d stay in the car, be there to hold your hand when it’s all done.”

“Oh. That would be really nice actually.”

We agreed. So, we drove to my place to drop off my car. It occurred to me that we wouldn’t have moving boxes so I ran inside and grabbed some empty suitcases. Really really good thing I did as it turned out. I got in the front seat of his car and we drove over to his house. As I’d promised, I reached over and squeezed his hand once we were parked, “You ready for this?”

He sighed as he opened the door, “Not even a little bit.”

Even from the street, I could hear Sherri screaming seconds after he walked in the door. It was what you’d expect, “Where the hell have you been?” “I expect you to answer when I call you!” On and on and on.

He was inside for a while. I tapped on the windowsill as I waited. Figured I shouldn’t just be playing on my phone. I didn’t hear the actual moment he told her he was moving out, but at a certain point, her yelling devolved into a muffled, incomprehensible rage scream so I was quite sure he had told her by that point. Eventually, he did come out, pulling his own suitcase with an overstuffed backpack on his shoulders. His face was solemn as he tossed them both in the back seat, “You OK, Sweetie?”

He didn’t even look up at me, “Nope.” I felt the car shake a little when he slammed the door closed. This time, he carried my suitcase with him. He was back inside and the screaming resumed. Moments later, my niece Lana came running out. She’d spied me in the car from her bedroom window. She sobbed violently as she ran to me.

I threw open the passenger door and hugged her tightly to me. “Auntie… Stella… Is… My… brother… moving… in with… you?” She managed through the miserable sobs.

I was not about to lie to her, “Yes, Sweetheart. He is.”

Then she asked me the question children love the most, the one that is sometimes the absolute hardest to answer, “Why?”

“Well, Honey… It’s because he needs to. Your brother is… growing up. Sometimes grown ups have to live apart from one another… It’s not a bad thing.”

“Doesn’t… Neil… love us… anymore?”

“Of course he does! Your brother will always love you. Just because he lives somewhere else doesn’t mean that’s gonna change.”

“When will I see him again?”

“You’ll see him just as often as you see me. We’re family. We stick together.”

Lana was nodding and the tears were easing up, “I’ve never seen Mama so mad before.”

“I know, Sweetie. I know it’s hard to hear the yelling. It will be OK though. I promise things will be better tomorrow.”

Before she had the chance to respond to that, Sherri was marching down the driveway, shouting, “LANA. Get away from her!”

“But… But Mom…”

“Get inside RIGHT NOW!”

My niece didn’t argue. She showed me her miserable face one more time before she ran into the house.

“You gonna take my other kids away from me too?”

I knew I had to be calm. It wouldn’t do any good to act mad. I wanted to yell. I wanted her to hear just how foolish and how cruel she was being, but it wouldn’t make any difference. Beside, I was here to support Neil, not to make things worse. So, I kept calm, didn’t raise my voice or even look her in the eye, “Sherri, I’m not taking anything or anyone away from you.”

“Go to hell, Stella!”

Neil was coming down the driveway now, pulling the luggage. He also avoided eye contact as he loaded the bags in the back.

“Don’t think you can come back here. You’re not gonna do THIS to me then just expect me to welcome you back in a week or two when you decide you’re ready. It doesn’t work like that.”

Clearly, she’d gotten to the point of desperate if she was reduced to that as an argument. He didn’t respond, didn’t take the bait. He got in the driver’s side. From the corner of my eye, I could tell Sherri’s lip was quivering. She started to say something more, one last dig, but Neil’s door shut, muffling the sound. He drove off without another word.

He went around the corner and pulled into the parking lot at Lions Park. It was empty this time of night. He pulled to a stop, turned off the engine and burst into tears. He’d been as brave as any soldier, hiding his feeling through all of that. He didn’t have to hide anymore. I threw my arms around him, felt him slump and crumble into my embrace.

I cried too, if I’m telling the truth. It wasn’t quite as intense as his, but I was hurt and I was mad. I won’t say none of it was because of the things she’d said to me. I wasn’t happy about that, but I was so much more angry on behalf of the kids. This was her fault. She was the reason they were crying. She’s made everyone miserable because she couldn’t think of anyone but herself. I hated her that night. I didn’t care if she was my sister. I hated her for what she’d done to them and part of me know I would always hate her. It may not be the only thing I felt toward her, and it didn’t mean I wouldn’t want anything to do with her again, but I was never, ever going to forget what she’d done to them that night.

If we weren’t dealing with such heavy feelings, we wouldn’t have been so surprised by the knock on the driver’s side window. As it was, we both jumped in our seats. There was a police offer standing outside. Unfortunately, a very familiar police officer with a thick and flawless mustache. He’d been the one to find us in the same parking lot less than two weeks ago, though at the time, we were in my car, and neither of us had been crying.

Neil quickly turned on the car so he could roll down the window. The officer blinked, confused at seeing our faces. We were a collective mess. “Is uh… everything OK here?”

Neil rubbed his face, though it didn’t make much difference. “We’re fine. Just fine.” His voice came out harsh and raspy.

The officer seemed unsure, “Do you two need help?”

I answered, “We don’t need anything. We’ll go.”

“You know… I can’t have you hanging around here when the park’s closed. Do you have someplace you can go?”

“We understand, and yes we have a home. We’re leaving right now and you won’t see us here again.”

For a few seconds, he still wouldn’t leave, “You been drinking tonight, Buddy?”

Neil was staring down at the steering wheel and shaking his head, “No.”

“You sure you’re safe to drive?”

I could see it took some effort for him to meet the officer’s eyes, “I’m fine. Really.”

He nodded slowly, “Get home safe and have a good night.” We both sighed, a bit relieved when he walked to his vehicle.

I rubbed Neil’s back with my open palm, “Do you need me to drive, Sweetheart?”

He shook his head, “I’m fine.”

As he put the car in reverse, I said, “I think we need milkshakes.”

His smile was faint, but it was there, “Agreed.” We hit the drive-thru. My shake was cookies and cream. His was peanut butter. Then, we headed for the apartment.

I opened the back seat and picked up my suitcase, then I let out an “OOF!” as it slammed down onto the payment. “WHAT the HELL do you have in there?”

“Oh. That one’s my books.”

I shook my head and reached for his suitcase instead, “You’re hauling that monster.” The other bag was still heavy, but manageably so. Sometimes, I take the stairs, depending on my motivation, but in that moment, I was very glad my apartment had an elevator.

We left all of the bags on the floor in the living room. I poured two tall glasses of water and told him to drink. I could see how thoroughly exhausted he was. He’d been through such a nightmare today. As soon as his glass was empty, I said, “Let’s get you to bed.”

Both of our movements were sluggish as we headed to the bedroom and stripped off our clothes. He laid down, hardly able to keep his eyes open. I snuggled into the bed beside him and placed a hand on his chest. “Hey Neil,” I whispered as sweetly as I could.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“Welcome home, Sweetheart.”

In the dim light, I could just make out the faint smile on his face, “Thank you.” He was asleep moments after that. Good. He needed sleep. It was the best think to put this day behind us both. I considered how much had changed in such a short time. I was living with a man. My partner was living in my apartment… our apartment.

I had very contradictory feelings battling it out in my head over that. One was worry, anxiety… disbelief I’d actually made such a big jump. The other, strangely, was absolute comfort with the idea.

******

Neil groaned when his alarm clock went off. He stood up, not as rested as he might have liked. I wasn’t very awake either, but I managed to moan to him, “Sweetheart… Just so you know, I’m gonna need your cock in me before you leave.”

By the tone of his voice, he was suddenly much more awake, “I though you didn’t like sex first thing in the morning.”

I shrugged, still not opening my eyes or letting go of my pillow, “I mean, if you don’t WANT to…” I felt the blanket flung off of me so hard there was a burst of wind. I offered no resistance as he moved my legs around and rested them on his bare shoulders. Then, his face was between my legs. His lips and tongue devoured my sex. I moaned again, reaching up to claw at his hair. I could feel all the eagerness and energy in his tongue and he felt incredible.

His tongue caressed my lips and massaged my clit. I was moaning louder and louder while he worked his oral magic, and when I was close, he pulled away. My body ached for the sensation of him for only a moment and then his swollen head was pressing against my lips. My eyes went wide as he slid inside, filling me with that cock, that wonderful cock. He thrust into me repeatedly and since he’d timed it all so well, he and I came together. I felt the warm burst within my tummy as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel myself squeezing hard onto him. I reached up to hold his face with my hands, looking up at my man, “Good morning, Handsome.”

“Good morning to you, Gorgeous.”

He pulled out of me and I let myself sink back into our bed.

Satisfied and happy, I pulled the blankets back up around me, “Have a wonderful day at work, Sweetheart.” My eyes were closed and I could feel him lean down to kiss my forehead. I was back asleep before his shower was finished.