Xavier
I leaned forward, placing my head under the warm water spraying from above as I closed my eyes, allowing the water to relax me. My thoughts fell back once again to a set of gorgeous green eyes. Hooded eyes, staring up at me and my body moving against hers.
Memories of my night with Morgan had been coming back to me, vivid memories of the most erotic night I had ever had. She was so needy, almost as desperate for me as I was for her. We were ravenous, clawing and tugging at one another. A hunger that was uncontrollable, a desire that was untamable.
Fuck, it was something I craved so badly, it consumed me when I least expected it.
I wanted to touch her, taste her, but that wasn't all. I wanted to know her.
My mind raced as I pictured her blonde hair and that beautiful smile. She was a challenging girl, but I knew there was more to her; if I was given the chance to unveil her I would be glad to.
The warm water felt great pelting against my skin, relaxing almost.
In this house it was impossible to get an uninterrupted shower, and I was surprised I’d been given the ten minutes I had. Normally within seconds someone was already beating on the door bitching about needing to hurry. If that didn't work, the assholes moved on to the next level and starting pulling shit like picking the locks or even worse, turning off the main water valve. There was nothing worse than having shampoo in your hair and not being able to rinse it. Well, when it ran down and got in your eyes it was a little worse.
So being allowed these few extra minutes was something I planned to take advantage of.
Opening my eyes, still with my head tilted down, my gaze landed on the small hoops that remained in my nipples. They were a reminder of my night with Morgan. The night shit got a little crazy, yet the memories of her flooded out everything else. I’d have already removed them if she hadn’t said she liked them. The way her eyes bored into mine and that sweet seductive look that covered her face when she looked back at me. I stood naked before her, in the middle of her bathroom, with her crazy ass roommate only a few feet away, and all I could focus on was her.
Faint memories of that night and well into the morning had slowly came back to me. I might not remember it all step by step, but I had flashes. Small windows of our time, the way she ran her tongue over my nipples as she thrust her hips against me. Warm, wet kisses over my chest and stomach, the way she’d looked up at me through hooded eyes as she moved lower and lower. It was like I could almost feel her against me. Her fingers linked with mine as she used the support I offered to ride me hard and fast.
The memories were now so vivid.
There were also the soft whimpers and words she released as I flipped her over and took control. Sweet pants, mixed with demanding encouragement. Damn, the girl was hot, needy, and though I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
She was the polar opposite of Britney. The impression she made just after one night had my head spinning and my body humming at an almost constant pitch.
“Quit jacking off, asshole.” Loud pounding echoed throughout the bathroom. “You’ve been in there long enough.” Corbin was such a dick. “I need to get in there before the rest of the assholes get here and take all the hot water. I got a friend coming over tonight and I need to make sure my junk smells fresh.” Like I said, a dick. I could guarantee this so-called friend he had—he didn't even know her name. Most of the guys in the house were like that.
I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the clean towel from the shelf. Taking my time to dry off just so I could further irritate Corbin, my mind rolled around trying to think of the next big gag I could pull. Yes, we were all unable to pass up the opportunity to get one of the other guys when they least expected it. It kept things interesting.
In this house there were a list of things you never should do. One being you should never leave your shampoos or body washes out unattended. It may seem girly, but I carried a handy little basket with all my own shit. My shaving cream, razors, body wash, shampoo, hell even my cologne and deodorant. Believe me when I say the guys calling me a pussy was better than the alternative. The pink loofah and the douche I found on my bed last week still didn’t phase me. I would always keep my shit secure. Not everyone in the house had learned their lesson yet. The twins—they’d never get it.
“Come on, X.” He pounded on the door once again. “Get on with it; your dick is the one hair that is slightly bigger than the rest. Just jerk it, think of a naked chick with big tits and get the hell out.”
Shaking my head, I leaned into the shower and grabbed the bottle of body wash that had Corbin’s name on it. I should have felt bad for what I was about to do, but I didn’t; he was the dumbass who left it out in plain sight. He was also the prick tormenting me at the moment, so to me it all seemed fair.
I knelt down and opened the vanity, leaning in to reach into the very back corner. There was a space behind the built-in shelves that a small baggy of goods fit behind. I smiled to myself as I pulled it free and held it out before me. Food coloring, Nair, and a few other items were still tucked safely inside.
This time I went for blue.
Unscrewing the lid to his body wash, my grin grew wider. The bottle was a dark gray color and contents within the bottle were a shade of bluish green, which made this even better. Tipping the food coloring up, I slowly counted out the drops in my head.
One, two, three.
“Xavier, come the fuck on, man.” This time it sounded like he was kicking the door.
I looked over my shoulder, and by the time I looked back I realized I had lost track of the drops I had applied. For a moment, only a small one, I thought of maybe not going through with it. But, only for a small moment. The asshole had tormented me a time or two.
I shrugged my shoulder and thought fuck it.
Quickly I placed the food coloring back in the bag and tucked it back behind the shelf before standing up and screwing the lid back on the body wash. With a few good shakes, I placed it back inside the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist. I hurried to gather my things, and just as I opened the door, a fist almost collided with my face.
There I stood in the doorway, staring back at him, trying not to give anything away.
“About time, man.” He pushed past me and I quickly stepped out into the hallway. The door slammed behind me, indicating he was in a rush and it only made my smile grow.
I walked toward my room, suddenly feeling triumphant, as I thought of what Corbin would look like when he exited the shower.
“What are you smiling about?” I looked up to see Red walking toward me. “And why the fuck you still have those damn things in?” He pointed toward my chest.
“Well, I still have these in,” I answered pointing toward my piercings, “because I kinda like them. I think they look badass, so I guess I should offer you a thanks.” He hated that I wasn’t pissed he’d pierced my nipples. Made the whole thing even better. “I’m smiling because Corbin is in the shower, and I left him a little surprise.”
“Do I even want to know what the hell you’re talking about? Because the way you’re gleaming makes me wonder even more about the two of you.” He arched an eyebrow at me, yet still didn't move out of the way.
“Let’s just say that when he walks out, have a camera ready to capture the moment.” I didn't tell him more as I moved around him and left him to wonder.
Once inside my room, I opened up the locker I had had my mom get me when they replaced the ones in the school where she works. It was the best place to keep all my shit safe and out of the hands of the guys. Once I added in my basket, I locked the padlock and tucked my keys into the pocket of my jeans I’d planned to wear.
It was the price you paid for living with a bunch of assholes that got off on making each others’ lives hell. It was all in good fun and mostly harmless. Besides the few times we’d had to live down the humiliation of long lasting effects. Parts of our bodies that generally shouldn't have been shaved, stained skin, and other shit that wasn’t so pleasant.
I quickly got dressed and moved downstairs as I sat in the living room, waiting for the sounds of Corbin to echo throughout the house. I knew they were coming.
“Dude, I saw the pretty blonde you were with last week.” Brent entered the living room and sat down on the arm of the chair. “She is a looker, man, you know she works at the Sub Shop.”
I think every guy in the house had congratulated me on Morgan. I wasn’t one to discuss my times with girls, but they all saw me leave with her. They also saw me come home the next day with claw marks on my back and a few love bites on my neck and shoulder. I didn’t give them anything they’d hoped for, but I didn’t deny it when they said I’d had a wild night.
“She was damn feisty when I mentioned my boy took her home,” Brent added and I shot him a look of annoyance. “She said that she took you home, not the other way around.” It was then I smiled, because Morgan apparently liked being the one to have control. I would have to remember that.
“Where is that asshole?” I heard Corbin’s angry voice and the sounds of his feet from above. “Xavier, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
In this house nothing was a surprise. We all knew each day would be a new adventure of some sort. So when Corbin came barreling down the stairs looking like the lost fucking smurf, everyone burst out laughing.
“You,” he said, pointing at me, his nostrils flaring. “What the fuck did you put in my shit?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I shrugged as I looked around at the guys.
A few feet behind Corbin, Red held out his phone, videoing the entire thing.
“Bullshit,” he huffed. “Blue, man, seriously? How the fuck am I supposed to get this shit off? Candy is coming over in less than an hour.”
“Maybe she’ll think you’re a lollypop and lick you,” one of the guys hollered out.
“Her name is Candy, right? Tell her you taste like blueberries,” a second one stated.
“Tell her your balls are so blue that it’s now moving through the rest of your body.” Isaac stood next to Red, leaning against the wall wearing a wide grin. “Who knows, man? She may buy it.”
Corbin looked like he was about to lose his shit. His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. “I’m gonna get you back for this,” he declared as he lifted his phone and began dialing. As he climbed the stairs we could hear his conversation. “Ma, how do you get food coloring off your skin?”
Laughter broke free just as Clayton entered through the front door. “What’d I miss?” he asked, looking around at all of us who were still gathered in a circle.
“You are your twin are no longer identical,” Jay said as he lifted the controller and began flipping through the television. “He decided to channel his inner smurf.”
Clayton looked confused and the rest of us only laughed harder.
It was just another typical day at the house.
I hadn’t forgotten about Brent’s earlier comment. I would tuck that information away to use for another day. I was suddenly craving a sub sandwich with the works served by a blonde with the sexiest green eyes I’d ever looked into.