Two Hot Asses

Tuli

I was home in no time, trying to sneak into my room without waking my roommate, Megan, who was napping. But, as luck would have it, I stubbed my toe on the kitchen island.

A small yelp escaped my lips, and Megan burst out of her room, her face lit up with excitement. She threw her arms around me in one of her signature bear hugs.

“Tuli, spill the beans about school! Did you make any friends, meet any cute guys, get kicked out of any classes?”

She was practically bouncing with anticipation as I tried to gently push her off and calm her down.

“Megan, I thought you were asleep,” I groaned, “and can you please not interrogate me the second I walk through the door? I just got home.”

She rolled her eyes at me and flopped down on the couch. “Alright, how about we chill with some TV and wine coolers. You up for ~Family Guy~?”

She flicked on Netflix.

I chuckled and headed to the fridge, calling over my shoulder, “Let’s watch the ~Star Wars~ episodes.”

I returned with two strawberry wine coolers and settled onto the couch, handing her one. She popped it open and took a swig, scrolling through the episodes.

I kicked off my shoes, let out a sigh of relief, and started massaging my feet as the opening scene of ~Star Wars~ began. Peter was making a joke about Meg’s birth story after the power went out.

We spent the next three hours engrossed in all three episodes, taking occasional breaks.

When the last episode ended, I got up to start dinner. Megan groaned and started rummaging through the couch cushions.

I glanced at her, and she looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes. “Tuli, can I borrow your phone, please? I can’t find mine.”

“Sure,” I replied, tossing her my phone.

A few moments later, I was in the kitchen gathering ingredients for chicken alfredo when she sauntered in, a mischievous grin on her face. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Okay, what did you do?” I asked, tossing the pasta into the boiling water.

“Nothing, just found my phone,” she replied innocently, handing me back my phone, “Oh, and I stumbled upon an Armand. Who might that be?”

I froze for a moment, staring at her. “Wait, what?”

“There’s an Armand Evangelista in your contacts. With a winky face and a ‘Call me’ in parentheses,” she said, giggling.

I rolled my eyes and scrolled through my contacts. Sure enough, there he was, complete with a selfie for the profile picture.

“Wow,” I mumbled, “he must have added his contact info to my phone before giving it back.”

“Ooh, he must be into you,” Megan teased.

I shot her a glare.

“Give me the details, please?” She asked sweetly.

“Alright, fine. I dropped my phone on my way to my car and he found it. He followed me to give it back. We chatted a bit, introduced ourselves, and then went our separate ways.”

I bit my lip, trying not to mention that he had kissed my hand.

Megan looked at me with a knowing smile, “Tuli, you can’t fool me. I know you’re hiding something when you bite your lip.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Fine, he... kissed my hand.”

She grabbed my hands and started jumping up and down. “Tuli, he totally likes you! Is he Italian?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, scratching my head in embarrassment.

“Might be the most action you’ve had since that Jayce guy, right?” She winked.

“Oh!” I stared at her for a moment. “You won’t believe this, Megan,” I said, rubbing my temples. “I saw him again. Turns out he’s an assistant English professor at my school!”

She stared at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Wow, really? What happened? Did he say anything to you? Did you even talk to him?” She bombarded me with questions.

“Whoa, slow down. All I told him was to stay away from me. Doesn’t seem like he’s going to, though,” I sighed, draining the pasta.

“Too bad he’s your professor. He's really hot.”

I rolled my eyes and smirked at her. “Oh, if you thought he was hot then, you’d think he’s perfect now. It’s only been two months, but he looks older, and hotter. I can’t believe I managed to push him away!”

She reached for a noodle and slurped it up. “Well, good luck keeping your hands off that piece of ass. Oh wait,” she paused, grinning, “make that two pieces of ass.”

I blushed and flicked her. “Oh my God, you’re so gross!”

Megan laughed and patted my head, then said, “Don’t play innocent; you know you want them both.”

She ducked as I tossed the empty pasta box at her, sticking her tongue out at me before giggling and rushing off to her room.

I rolled my eyes and focused on buttering the garlic bread and getting the sauce and chicken cooking.

I stirred the chicken until it was fully cooked, then added it to the sauce, wondering why I was suddenly the center of attention.

“This is so annoying,” I muttered, “I just wanted to get through college without any drama. It feels like I’m back in high school.”

~Only this time you have two hot guys after you~, a thought popped into my head.

Thankfully, the timer for the garlic bread went off, bringing me back to reality. I took the bread out of the oven and started to plate up dinner for Megan and me.

Megan reappeared and grabbed two more wine coolers from the fridge. I set our plates on the table and waited for her to join me before starting to eat.

When she sat down, we dug in. Megan let out a satisfied moan at the first bite.

“Tules, you’re a freaking genius in the kitchen. Why on earth haven’t you opened your own restaurant yet?”

I chuckle, swallowing the mouthful of garlic bread I’d been savoring. “Maybe one day. But first, I want to get my degree in graphic design.”

“Girl,” she sighs, “~then~ you can open that restaurant and lure all the hot guys with your irresistible cooking.”

“Oh, please,” I groan, and we both dissolve into laughter, nearly causing me to choke on my pasta.

After a while, we finish eating. I hear a rustling sound from behind the couch. I quickly rinse our dishes and leave them in the sink, then head over to the ferret cage tucked behind the couch.

“Megan, we woke up Mr. Biggles,” I say, grinning at the sight of two large, shiny eyes peering up at me.

From the kitchen, Megan calls back, “It’s about time he woke up! He needs his playtime.”

“True,” I agree, chuckling as Biggles starts to nibble playfully at my fingers. I set up his playpen, place him inside, and sit down on the floor next to him. He makes his adorable dooking noises as he scampers around.

I sigh contentedly, playing with him and momentarily forgetting about the stressful day I’ve had.

Jayce

The night is winding down, but she’s still on my mind.

I’m in bed, flat on my back, with an erection straining against my boxers.

“Damn it,” I mutter, “I must’ve skipped puberty or something.”

I glance at the clock. It’s two minutes to midnight. I grumble and roll onto my side. I should be asleep, I think irritably.

I need to be up in five hours, but my stubborn dick won’t let me rest. Finally, I give in and free my erection from my boxers. It springs to attention, pointing straight up.

I sigh and wrap my hand around it.

I picture Tuli’s luscious lips around it and grunt as I start to move my hand up and down my shaft.

I rub my thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum around, and imagine her tongue swirling around my head. I groan loudly and continue to stroke myself, pleasure building deep in my gut.

“Tuli,” I gasp, gripping harder and picturing her sucking in her cheeks, taking me deep into her mouth and blowing me hard.

I hear her moans as I imagine her bent over my bed, her perfect ass in the air while I thrust into her. I bite my lip and groan out loud, picturing myself releasing deep inside her.

Pleasure pushes me over the edge and I come, semen shooting over my stomach and chest. I pant heavily, coming down from my orgasm, still thinking about her.

~Damn, what is this girl doing to me?~ I wonder, amazed at how much Tuli turns me on, even when she’s only in my thoughts.

Eventually, and thankfully, I drift off to sleep, dreaming of her long red hair and deep blue eyes.