Page 32 of The Roommate Subtext

Blake was chuckling actively now. I’ve read those stories.

At least your stories don’t come off like that.

He was proud of his writing. Thanks. I try not to fall into stereotypes.

And what about you? Are you going to tell me what you look like?

I’m also brown-haired and physically average.

What, not gonna say brunette?

Feels like that’s a gendered term, he typed. Is that sexist?

I don’t know, she replied. You wanna tell me how big your dick is? Please don’t send a photo.

He laughed again. Is that part of the fantasy? Getting railed by a giant dick the size of a zucchini?

Oh god, you’re killing the mood. No zucchinis. Hopefully she was also laughing.

Did you know they call it a courgette in England?

And in France, she added. It’s a French term. So yes, I did know that.

I think it’s a better term than zucchini. He folded a leg beneath him. I also like aubergine instead of eggplant.

I don’t want to be fucked with anything the size of .

Fair enough. He was enjoying the banter almost as much as what would probably come next. No . And you enjoyed the edging and being told what to do.

I liked the edging, she repeated. But I want to come every time we play.

Every time? Guaranteed? I thought not knowing was part of the fun.

Not when I have to function the next day. I lose my mind when I need to come.

That made him pause. She probably didn’t mean her words to be sexy, but gosh, they were. He could imagine her begging and pleading, brought to the edge repeatedly until she’d do anything, hips arching up to his touch as he held her on the brink. The idea made him hard, and he took a few deep breaths before returning to the conversation. You sound pretty demanding, asking for orgasms every time without having to earn them.

I have to earn them? I don’t know about this. She sent him an emoji with a finger on its chin in thought. Isn’t it enough that I’m cute and I ask nicely?

Oh, I’m sure you’ll ask nicely. He licked his lips. I like keeping you guessing. Like last time, wasn’t it fun not being sure if you would have time to come?

Yes, but in practicality, I’m the one who has to live with the consequences. The fantasy doesn’t go on forever.

She was right, of course. Eventually, they would put their phones aside and return to their real lives. OK. But I’m going to still tease you about not letting you come.

I’d expect that you would, she replied.

What else? he asked.

Nothing that interferes with my work. If you want to give me homework or something, it can’t affect my job. And I have a roommate, so nothing to put me at risk of getting caught.

That was very reasonable, and he said so. He never liked to blur the lines between work and fun, especially since he worked from home and had to delineate those lines very carefully himself.

What about you? she asked. Do you have ground rules?

He had ground rules when playing in person, but online, most of those concerns were irrelevant. Still, something nagged at him.

I want to be able to trust you.