RoomHates by Carmen Black (series like harry potter TXT) 📕

Does she want this? I wonder while I lean down. She’s going up onto her tiptoes, her lips press lightly against mine. They feel soft, just like I expected them to be. I slide an arm around her and pull her to me. I hear the keys jingle as they drop to the ground, but I don’t care. She opens her mouth and my tongue hungrily enters. Her hands slide up my front, wrapping around my neck and pulling me towards her as she moans. I gasp as she nibbles on my bottom lip, my cock twitching as she presses her thigh against it.

The kiss is over as quickly as it began and I’m left gasping for breath and wanting for more as she quickly enters the apartment and escapes into her room. I lean against the door, gazing at her room while I rub my lips. I should probably enter, but I’m completely stunned.

Now that was a kiss, I think. Before I return to my room I secretly wonder how I can get more.

18

RACHEL

What the hell is wrong with me?

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

First I kiss Lucas, then Seth. Then Seth and I pretty much get down and dirty in the bathroom, and now Hunter. I lean against the door, banging my head against it as I try to wrap my pathetic little brain around this whole week.

Just how did all this happen? Am I really so horny that I will go after the closest thing with a dick, which so happens to be my terrible, asshole roommates? I whip out my phone and send a quick text: MEET ME AT THE CUP IN TWENTY!!!

I wait for a response, the first being Charlie: OOOOH. EXCITED.

Then next being Lauren: OH NO! WHAT HAPPENED?

I shove my cellphone back into my backpack and grab my bag. I open my door, looking both ways to make sure the coast is clear before I tiptoe across the living room. Hoping no one will notice me, I open the door slowly, cringing as it squeaks. I look around myself, wondering if any of the bros heard. No one opens their door. They must be busy sleeping or… sexting or something. Not bothering to risk any more squeaking, I slide myself through the small crack in the door and shut it behind me as quietly as possible.

Next thing I know, I am sitting at The Cup, tapping my fingernails on the table furiously while I wait for the girls to arrive. Unfortunately, my brain takes that time to go over all the crazy events. Over and over again. As if I don’t have enough problems on my plate. Between my photography project, work, classes, and surviving my first semester, I did not need ‘hooking up with roommates’ on my growing list.

The bell on the door rings and I look up, as if I’m some sort of prairie dog, but it’s only a couple on a date and not Charlie and Lauren. I grimace. Oh, God, I really hope they don’t bring Josh. I really don’t need him thinking I’m a slut. A horny, dirty slut. I blush as I recall Seth on his knees in the bathroom, or Lucas pressed up against the tree. God, I am so dirty.

But it was hot.

Very hot.

“Alright, girl, I need the deets,” says Charlie as she comes floating in with several shopping bags on her arms. Lauren is hot on her trails.

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Josh,” I say before either of them can go up and order a cup of coffee.

Charlie gives me a look. “I didn’t see him in the chat. What’s up?”

“Yeah,” says Lauren while sitting down in the chair next to me. “Did he do something?”

I shake my head, groaning while rubbing my temples. “Maybe it was a bad idea to meet here.”

“What’s going on?” Asks Charlie, sitting down across from me.

I lean in close and the girls copy my movement, eying me with bated curiosity. “I did something stupid,” I whisper. “And I need you to promise to keep this to yourselves.”

Charlie squeals. “Oh, I am dying to know.”

Lauren leans in closer. “What is it?”

“I may have kissed my roommates.”

Lauren’s eyes widened. “Really?” She whispered. “Which one?”

I shake my head. I really don’t want to say it again, but Lauren is just blinking back at me. She totally doesn’t grasp the seriousness of this situation. “I kissed my roommates,” I say again, putting emphasis on the plural part of ‘roommates’.

“All of them?” Asks Charlie, her voice a bit too loud for my liking.

“Sssh!” I press a finger to my lips. “Keep it down.”

“Oh, sorry,” she whispers. “So… all of them?”

I nod. “All of them.”

“Oh, man girl,” says Lauren, her head slightly tilted up while gazing at the ceiling. “What a treat.”

I scowl. “What do you mean ‘what a treat’?”

Charlie clears her throat. I swear it’s in an attempt to keep from laughing as she tries to hide her face from me with one hand pressed against her mouth. “I think Lauren means,” she begins, coughing once again, “is that you are one lucky woman.”

“What?” I nearly hiss to keep myself from shouting. “How in the world am I lucky?”

Charlie waggles her eyebrows. “Oh, they are hot.”

Lauren nods her approval. “Very hot.”

“Are they any good at kissing?” Charlie makes a kissing face at me which only makes me blush harder.

Honestly, I was not expecting the conversation to take such a wild turn. I was expecting some slut shaming, maybe a few ‘ewws’, and some ‘what were you thinkings’. Not a high five for a job well done.

“Yes,” I say while pushing back my hair, twirling the strands around my finger. “They are all very good kissers.”

Charlie nods. “You lucky girl.”

“Is that it?” Asks Lauren. “Is that the only thing that you’re upset about? Kissing isn’t a crime, Rachel.”

I feel my face heat even more and wonder if it’s just going to erupt in