Page 253 of Worthy

“No, Mami. No quiero hablar con el.”

I don’t know what he’s saying, but based on his tone, he’s not too happy. He says quite a bit more in Spanish but I make my way to the bathroom to get a shower before our little party tonight.

He’s been here three days, but it’s officially the weekend, so we’re having a party to welcome him to the house. Honestly, college students find any reason to throw a party. All I hope for us is the ability to keep our secret a secret. Once drinking is involved, I could lose the grip on my facade. I may look at him too long, or in a way that roommates don’t look at each other.

Vic is gonna be here, and I haven’t told her about our little makeout session, but I think if I’m gonna talk to anyone, maybe it should be her.

Once I’m out of the shower, I dry off my body and wrap a towel around my waist so I can finish up in my room. When I exit, I find Oliver in his doorway, looking down at his phone. His eyes flash to mine quickly, going back to his phone. And then they’re on me again, studying my slightly wet and naked torso.

Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about one of my roommates seeing me like this, but now my cheeks are warm, and I’m very aware of my lack of clothing.

His tongue dances across his bottom lip as he shakes his head once. “I think I messed up moving here.”

“Why?” I ask, cocking my head at him.

He pushes away from his door and walks forward, eyes drinking me in. “Because I’m way too attracted to you.” Oliver turns and faces me as we stand in front of the bathroom. “And now that I know you’re having some internal struggles, I’d feel bad even flirting with you.” He comes in closer, his foot touching mine. “But every time I close my eyes,” he says, closing them. “I remember your naked body and the way your cock felt against mine.” He moans low in his throat. “And how badly I want that experience for just me and you.”

I find myself leaning into him, my own eyes shutting as I imagine the same thing. A small whimper leaves my lips and my eyes open to find him studying me.

“I wouldn’t know what I was doing,” I say, trying to joke my way out of it. “You’d be disappointed.”

He shakes his head. “I’d have so much fun teaching you.” His teeth dig into his bottom lip and my cock comes to life, trying to find its way out of the towel.

I adjust the blue terry-cloth, and his eyes travel downward. With one final glance at my face, he disappears into the bathroom, and I rush to my room, closing the door and resting my back against it.

I went so many years without these thoughts. I saw attractive guys and thought,hmm, and immediately left it alone. I focused my attention on girls. I was content. Everything was fine, and now I’ve had one single experience with a man, and not even a full experience at that, and now I’m hard at the sight of him.

Closing my eyes, I remember what his face looked like as he was thrusting into Victoria, saying, “You’re so sexy,”while looking right at me. I can only imagine what it would be like to have that experience without Vic between us—to have him thrusting into me with that euphoric look on his face.

I undo my towel and grab my erection, tugging on my shaft with long strokes. I bring my hand up and spit in my palm before I touch myself again.

My eyes close once more.

His muscular leg against mine.

His soft looking lips.

The way our dicks looked together.

When he leaned his head against mine and asked me to come with him.

A whimper leaves my lips as my hand furiously moves up and down my shaft.

“Oh god.” I grunt quietly when my orgasm hits, aiming my release for the towel at my feet.

Once the cum stops leaking from my tip, I reach down for the towel to clean up any remaining mess on my hand and dick, then let my head fall hard against the door.

I’m pathetic.

The floor creaks outside my room and I freeze. A door shuts softly a few moments later.

Please, if there’s truly a God, don’t let Oliver have heard me masturbating right after the briefest and tamest encounter. How embarrassing.

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By the time eleven-thirty rolls around, the house has a good amount of people running through it. It’s not overboard, because Dame is very conscious of making sure we don’t anger the neighbors, but there’s at least twenty people spread throughout the first floor.

Oliver, Mason, and Shawn are in the kitchen, refilling the chip bowls and setting out more plastic cups. Dame and Jazz are setting up a foldable table to be able to play flip cup, and a small group are in the living room, taking turns playing Call of Duty.

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