My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 32

I buried my face in my pillow to muffle my laughter as Casey moved closer to the door to scream again. She was just shouting words, nothing that actually made sense. Then she’d run back over to me and we’d collapse in excited giggles as we talked.

“That’ll buy us some time. They’re not going to come up here as long as they think I’m still losing my shit.” She hopped on the bed and grabbed my hands. “You need to tell me everything. Well, not everything. Because that’s my brother and gross, but everything else. Tell me about Silas. No, wait, tell me about Dylan. The way he gets a little neurotic about the kitchen? I bet he’s that detail-oriented during sex, too.”

I’d been shocked when she’d started in on the questions at first but she’d quickly confessed that she heard almost everything we’d been talking about because she’d come in quietly at first and no one heard her. So she eavesdropped and then pretended she’d just come in so no one would know. I realized that not having to tell her made talking about it so much easier. I didn’t have to confess anything; I just got to skip to the fun parts.

“They’re all…amazing. I’ve never… I didn’t know orgasming like that was even a thing in real life.” I fell back in my pillows that faintly smelled like Silas and sat right back up. “It’s crazy, right? I know it’s crazy. What am I doing?”

She slapped my leg excitedly. “It’s absolutely insane and I want to build a shrine to you because of it. You got stuck with Jake the snake for two years. You deserve good sex, Harper. I know we don’t know each other super well yet, but you’ve been so kind to me. You’re nice and nice girls deserve to finish first. And second and third and however many times they can make you come.”

I laughed and leaned closer. “I think I forgot who I was for a second, though. I basically asked them to all fuck me together. Who the hell do I think I am? A porn star or one of the heroines in my romance novels? I barely feel like I know what to do with one dick. I think I might run away screaming when two or three are coming at me.”

She howled with laughter and then quickly ran over to the door to shout again. “And then he said…. And I was like…”

I was having the time of my life. I had three men downstairs who all wanted to have their way with me and that was amazing but I felt like I was making a true friend for the first time since I’d arrived at college. Casey was real. She wouldn’t have ditched me with everyone else when Jake did.

“Let me think this through.” She looked around my room until she spotted a notebook. Grabbing it, she snagged a pen, too, and then sat in front of me again. “Alright. Let’s draw you. There you are. Look at you. Great boobs, of course! Now, I’m only drawing two of the three men because I am never going to be okay with thinking about Carter like that. Okay, here’s one guy. Let’s have this be Dylan. Yeah, look at those arms. Damn. So hot. He seemed all growly and possessive downstairs so I’m betting he’s going to want to get in there, you know?”

I might’ve been bright red but I was leaning in, watching the angles, and ready to give my feedback. “So, I’m on my back and he’s going to town. Where does Silas come in?”

“You, if you’re lucky. Lock that man down, am I right?”

I laughed so hard at the absurdity of it all that tears leaked down my cheeks. I clenched my legs together to hold off the urge to pee but the laughing wasn’t helping.

“No, look. Silas will kneel over you here. Like that.” She was pretty good at drawing dicks, I decided. “I mean… In this position you’ll have to be comfortable getting your face fucked, but… It’s Silas. Who wouldn’t be comfortable doing that?”

I groaned. “I don’t need to know about all the women who’d die happy to have Silas shove his cock down their throats.”

“Oh! You’re jealous!” She drew more figures. “If that doesn’t work, picture this one. Dylan’s on the couch and you’re on top of him, sitting up, of course. Then Silas sits on the back of the couch and you lean forward. Bing, bang, bam. Sex!”

“Okay… Can we pretend the third person is a celebrity or something so you can draw out more positions for me?” I scooted even closer and studied the drawings. “The thing I’m now worried about is that there are three of them down there. And…I have three places to put things. Only I’ve never put anything in one of them. What if they do that math and think it works out, though?”

“Are you talking about anal? Of course, you can do anal. Anyone can. You just need lube, a patient partner, and the love of Jesus on your side, especially if your partner is big.” She grinned at me and drew one last dirty picture, one with me pinned between two men with the third pushing his dick into my face. “There. You’d be stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey but I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that it’s the best sex of your life. Look at your little drawing’s face. Doesn’t she look happy?”

I was going to pee on myself if I kept laughing like I was. “I have to go pee. How do you want to do this? Unless you’re ready to go…?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I have more positions to think up. Positions for you, Dylan, Silas, and Dwayne Johnson to get in.”

“The Rock? That’s who you’re picturing for me instead of your brother?” I laughed as her eyes went dreamy. “You would love my brothers. They have that same giant man thing going on.”

She sat up and clapped. “They’ll be out soon enough. Set me up, bestie.”

I stopped at the door and smiled at her, silly tears burning the backs of my eyes. “I would. You’re amazing, Casey. You’ve already been a better friend to me than any of the people I hung out with before.”

“Don’t make me cry, bitch. Go pee and then hurry back.”

I pulled open my door and screamed when there was someone standing there. Multiple someones. “What are y’all doing?! I have to pee! If I pee on myself, I’m never touching any of you again because I’ll be dead from the shame!”

Carter glared over my head at his sister. “You’re not upset, you little liar.”

Casey just shrugged. “Never said I was. I just said I needed girl talk and I did.”

I didn’t stick around to hear the rest of their bickering. When I got back, the guys had invaded my room and were staring down at the drawings Casey had done. She was happily pointing things out and clearing up who was who.

“And that’s Dwayne The Rock Johnson. He’s-”

“Casey!” I yelled it at the same time as Carter. We were yelling for different reasons, though. “Don’t show them that!”

“Don’t replace me with The fucking Rock!” Carter put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “Don’t draw my friends’ dicks, either.”

“If you can screw my friend, I can draw your friends’ dicks.” Casey closed my notebook and grinned at me. “I’m craving ice cream. You want to come get ice cream with me?”

“Am I the friend he’s screwing?”

Carter glared at me. “Of course, you’re the friend I’m screwing!”

I bit back a laugh and shrugged at Casey. “I could go for ice cream.”