Page 33 of Shared Spaces

He’s been in mine plenty of times, but I’ve never gone into his. I guess I’ve never asked. I assume it’s a normal bachelor’s space with a bed and a simple nightstand or something, nothing I would desire to see anyway.

Mine is nothing fancy either. Just pastel colored walls, and my black upside down cross being the center of attention as soon as you walk in. It stands out against the purple accent wall perfectly.

I grab the sheet under me and wrap it around me self-consciously before following behind Jay. Just as I get to his door, he reaches out and grabs me, pulling me into his room and slamming the door behind him with his foot.

I shriek as he playfully grabs my hips and pushes me to the bed, hovering over me just enough for me to feel his warm breath on my neck. I raise my hips to meet his, and just when I think I can’t take the teasing anymore, he backs off me.

I feel like someone just gave me a taste of the finest cheesecake in the world, and then took it away before I could take another bite.

“W-where are you going?” I stammer.

“I bought another camera today. I don’t particularly like the quality of the one on my phone.”

I glare at him in confusion, sitting up so I can see what he’s doing.

Barely able to see, I can just make out his dark silhouette across the room.

“A camera? I-I didn’t know you were into photography,”

“I’m not.” He lightly chuckles, his silhouette getting closer and closer to the bed.

“Then why would you buy a camera? A little dated don’t you think?” I laugh, thinking back to the last time I actually held a camera in my hands.

Just then, I hear a click and a light illuminates where Jay is standing. I recognize it as one of those circular lights that content creators use in their videos. I’ve never had the need for one, since I’ve always just taken my videos or selfies with my phone. I find them to be way to bright, honestly.

My therapist suggested I get one of those happy lights online, and I told him I’d much rather cry in the dark. He was a little concerned with my response.

“Fuck, this is perfect, look at you,” he moans, pressing the button he has held in his hand.

The camera makes a small beeping sound, and I slowly realize—

It’s recording.

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Jay

Well shit, I’m all in now.

She hasn’t objected yet, so I’m assuming she’s okay with this. I don’t plan on sending it to anyone. I want it all to myself.

Hell, I want her all to myself.

Every one of my friends has a girlfriend, and I’ve always been the odd man out. I liked it that way most times. It was quiet, and I could focus.

She still has the white sheet wrapped around just her hips, and the light accents every curve of her delicious frame. I know I’ve said it before, but she’s absolutely breathtaking.

I’ve never known anyone like her.

I grab the vibrator off the desk and slowly make my way over to where Gwen is laying on her side, gazing at me nervously. I stand at the edge of the bed and motion for her to come closer to me.

Watching her crawl toward me has my cock throbbing worse than it already was.

“Lay on your back and let your head hang over the edge,” I groan, watching her as she changes position, her head now resting below my cock.

“That’s it—now open.”

She wastes no time, reaching above her to grip my cock, her touch alone has my balls tightening like never before.

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