I made the mistake of opening it. Inside were things that I didn’t even know existed—bras with cutouts around the nipple area, underwear with slashes in the center, stiff things that would squeeze her tight around the waist and push her tits up high. It was soft stuff and sexy stuff and I nearly nutted in my jeans just picturing her wearing one of these get ups.
There’s a hard clap on my back. My brother stands over my shoulder with a worried look.
“You okay?” he asks quietly. “Our girl’s hungry.”
“And wouldn’t I like to feed her,” I grumble. Feed her my dick. I’d part those cherry lips of hers with the tip of my shaft and then sink into her hot, wet mouth inch-by-everloving-inch.
My head jerks forward.
I reach up and sweep his hand away from my skull. “What was that for?”
“Stop thinking with your little head. Now’s not the time. We promised we would wait, remember?”
“I know.” I scowl. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re thinking about it.”
I lower my voice. “Damn right I am. You’re telling me you didn’t see the shit in that box and not nearly come in your pants?”
It’s Zeke’s turn to grimace. “Why’d you think I stole the box? We can’t let her wear any of that stuff around us. The minute she puts one of those things on, we’re doomed.”
“I know that.”
“So stop thinking about it. It’s not going to help us wait out the next few days.”
“Are you guys actually cooking lunch on my desk or what over there?” calls Livvie. “I think Erika is dying over here.”
“No. I’m fine,” the roommate protests.
I drag a hand down my face, tell my dick to get its mind out of the gutter and grab the carbonara and breadsticks. It’s only a few more days. I can last that long, right?
“Oh, crap!” I gasp when I’m jolted awake. My body hits the hard ground, ending my perfect dream of me doing something about Levi’s massive hard-on that had been pressed up against me yesterday. I was rubbing myself up and down on his thick shaft when the hard floor decided to interrupt my fantasies. The throw rug my mom bought doesn’t soften my fall at all. A light flicks on, and I wince in the sudden brightness. Once again, my panties are sticky with wetness. Not only am I being tortured by them in real life, they’re in my dreams too. This can’t go on or I’m going to die.
“I’m okay,” I say before Erika can even ask. “Guess I’m not used to a twin-sized bed.” I blink a few times, adjusting to the light. With a hand over her mouth, Erika attempts to muffle her laughter. “I’m kind of a klutz,” I admit. “Don’t let the boyfriends know I admitted to that.” I sit up, rubbing my head. I hope I don’t get a knot on my forehead from the fall.
“Your secret is safe with me,” Erika says, giving up on hiding her amusement. She grabs her glasses from the nightstand and slides them on. “Though they might ask.” She points to her forehead.
“Great,” I mumble, realizing my tumble must have left a mark. I walk over to the bathroom and inspect my face. There’s a small reddish bump, but with a touch of cover-up, I can hide it. Since I’m up, I go ahead with my morning routine before vacating the bathroom for Erika.
“It’s all yours,” I tell her.
She lets out a yawn and stretches before she scurries into the bathroom. I make my way over to my clothes to find something to wear. After Levi and Zeke left last night, I called my mom to tell her I was all settled in and gave her a rundown of how everything had gone. She made me FaceTime her so I could introduce her to my new roommate. Even then Erika was shy. Just talking to my mom left a red tinge on her cheeks.
It made me feel oddly protective of her. I know I’m the freshman, but have the feeling she hasn’t ventured out much. Based on our talk last night, she goes from class, to the library then back to her dorm room. I’m glad I have a roommate. Getting to know her made it easier to not think about how I could easily slip from my dorm room over to Levi and Zeke’s place which would break my promise to Mom.
Erika didn’t share much, but her parents come off as overachievers that expect her to live up to impossibly high standards. She lives in the dorm because she is taking so many classes that she doesn’t have time to take care of her own place. When I asked who she hung out with, she gave me a blank stare before saying, vaguely, “just some friends.” She sounds lonely. My mom and I have always been close. It’s part of why when I’m done here I want to move back home. I like being close to her. Even Levi and Zeke love her like a second mom.