Chapter 3 - As hot as a freaking goddess

REBECCA'S POV

I smirked as Will sent me the nth knowing look while cutting onions. It's been like this since over a week, since we fucked on the sofa, that is. It's like he's playing cat and mouse with me, teasing me to see how long will it take me before I beg for another round. Well, he's dead wrong if he thinks I'm gonna be the one to go ask for a remake.

I can't deny I still feel tingly at the memory of what we did and every time he, not so involuntarily, brushes my arm, I feel hot all over again, but I'm not that horny as to just sneak into his bedroom at night and ask him to fuck me. I'm not like that. What happened the other day was one in a million, because I was on short and he's hot, but it's not like I'm the kind of girl that gives it to whoever.

Then again, neither am I exactly a perfect good girl. I just do what I feel like. Must be because I'm tired of repressing myself after all those years in that horrible house. Either way, it's not like I'm gonna be his little doll. He can forget about it, I'm no bimbo he can use for his pleasure just because his girlfriend dumped him.

He can do what pretty much every man does and seek a one-night-stand, if he really likes, maybe he could take advantage of his being a barman to get a fling, I'm sure it can't be that hard for him. I mean, with him being so hot, I'm sure girls are at his feet.

He's got this sexy nerd look that just screams 'panty-dropper', I mean, I'm not saying he's the guy of guy that, he looks at you and, boom, you're pregnant, but certainly he's got that kind of charm that makes panties drop to the floor, soaked in arousal, if you know what I mean.1

Then again, all my roommates are that kind of hot, it's just that Will is different because, while Al is the usual kind of hot, you know, tall, blonde, sculpted, cheeky, and Byron is the muscled but sensitive type, Will is the kind of guy you'd never imagine being a nerd, or sort of, yet he's got every stereotypical characteristic of a nerd, just misses the freckles, the clumsy attitude and the puny frame. In a word, he's the kind of nerd that looks like a model, the kind you find in magazines, the difference is, he pulls off that sort of look naturally, not like those models that seem so fake with their nerdy glasses.

Either way, while I wouldn't mind another round with him, I'm not gonna be the first one to budge. Yet ... a bit of teasing wouldn't hurt, would it? 1

Hence, while he was cutting onions, preparing dinner for all of us, this being a lame Tuesday where everybody stayed at home, even Al for once, I saw to slide behind him after having grabbed my bottle of water from the fridge, purposely fondling his sexy ass, which made him smirk visibly, but he didn't say anything, so I silently went back to the living room.

Al was laying on the sofa, his feet dangling off it, as he watched TV, Byron was in his room taking a shower. I grabbed Al's feet, and took them off the couch to sit, making him groan in dissatisfaction, but wink when he placed his feet on my lap. Playfully, I smacked them off, grimacing as I claimed they stunk, which had him jokingly rub them over my face, so that I ended up laughing while rebuking him ... my roommates and I get along pretty well, you know.

Aside from his flirting, Al is a nice guy, and we play without so much of a fuss, Byron instead, he's more of a serious kind of guy, but he's really kind, at least with me, with his friends he's a little grumpy. I guess because I'm the only girl here?

Al and I laughed it off like kids, at least till he startled me by sitting up abruptly and pulling me onto his lap, and I didn't have time to move away, because he lay back, me against him. I asked why, and he shrugged, saying it felt more comfortable that way. I know, I shouldn't have laid on the sofa with my roommate, but there was no harm in it, we really did nothing but lay back and watch TV.

Mostly, I guess it was because he knows I like doing that on my own, I mean, every time he comes home he finds me in that position, sometimes he smirks and playfully accuses me of making it harder for him to be a gentleman, other times he just comes to sit on my feet or he takes them onto his lap and starts tickling me, till I just give up and sit properly. 2

I guess you could say Al, out of three guys, is the one that makes me laugh the most, while Byron is more the type of friend you'd go to for comfort, the kind that doesn't seem too affectionate, but will hug you silently if he sees you worried.

He's done that already. Because, you know, I get these little moments when I feel down and, the first time, Byron sneaked up on me, and startled me by snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me into him, not talking, only embracing me. And I love that.4

At first it'd make me cry more because I recalled the times Tom would do that, but then I only took in the feeling of Byron's arms protectively around me.

Out of three, Will is the one with whom I don't really have much of a bond, if anything, we have this sort of teasing each other that's been going on, like I said, since we had sex over a week ago. Obviously, the other two know nothing about it. Unless he told them, but I think I would have noticed, be it only because, one, Byron would have warned me about the consequences, two, Al wouldn't have quit teasing me.

Hence, I guess Will, despite his gruff attitude, was a gentleman and didn't mention to his friends that he fucked their new roommate on the sofa where we all sit and where now Al and I were laying beside each other, watching TV while waiting for dinner.

When his hands slipped over my hip, I grabbed it and took it back to its place, but Al only snickered and restarted a moment later. We kept doing that a few times, faintly hearing Will stuffing in the kitchen, till I grabbed Al's hand once for all and sort of twisted his wrist, making him whimper lightly.

I chuckled, then went back to the TV, but without moving, so that I yelped when he snaked both his arms around me and pressed himself against me, leaning his chin on my shoulder as he seductively whispered in my ear: "Don't be such a tease, Becks. I might really swing by your room later tonight if you get me too eager."

"You couldn't handle me, Ally." I teased with a smirk, rubbing myself against him. I can't deny I like being naughty sometimes.

Oh, Ally is the nickname I've started using for my roommate when I want to tease him. As usual, but this time adding his hands that he used to rub my ass against his crotch, he half groaned: "The more you call me that, the more you make me wanna show you what a man I am, Becks."

I smirked, biting my lip when I felt something stiffen. Fate wanted that, right before Byron, I'd taken a shower, coming straight from work, and now I was actually wearing a denim skirt overall with a white tank top underneath, which made it easier for Al to slip his hand beneath the stuff and lay it on the crinkles of my rear, squeezing my ass cheek, which had me squirm a little, but again, not really move away.

Because I didn't reproach him, he dared pull up my skirt, baring my ass for him to better rub himself against me. That's when I called his name in a warning, even while slightly biting my lip, but he only chuckled, then nibbled on my neck, snickering: "It'd be hot, wouldn't it? With the guys possibly coming in any moment, Will maybe hearing us because the kitchen is just a half wall away ..."

My eyes darted towards the kitchen, from where it came not just the aroma of dinner, but also Will's voice as he hummed some tune – can't deny it made me sort of smile, but what I wondered mostly was how long would it take him to finish up dinner and come in to call us, how long would it take Byron to be done with his shower, and, ultimately, how long would Al last ...

Gosh, I know I've never really been innocent, but two weeks of co-living with three hot guys have messed up with my hormones. Sometimes I feel like jumping one or all three of them, and, I'll admit, only the other night I had a wet dream about Al sneaking in my room, then followed by Will and Byron, and all four of us had a lot of fun together.

One would think, because Byron and I are becoming close friends, I don't gape at his muscles ... wrong. Because he's so damn hot. And Al? Ah, even now, with my back against his chest, I could sooo clearly feel his perfect abs. And Will ... well, I don't even have to mention Will, after all, he's the one I've seen naked already and, nerdy look or not, he's freaking hot in his lean muscles.

I know they're my roommates, but till things don't get awkward, why bother? Yeah, I've said the opposite only a week ago, but ... I guess that being with Will kinda changed things. Mostly because my body has been sort of craving for his touch all this week. I won't be the one to budge first, but, hey, I won't complain if it happens again either.

However... right now the Greek god at stake was the blonde one that was behind me, pressing his boner against my bare ass so much that it felt as if he wanted to really fuck me right then and there. Way to be direct after two weeks of teasing, huh?2

I rubbed myself back against Al's crotch, making him moan a bit louder, to which I couldn't retain a chuckle he pinched my ass cheeks for, making me yelp slightly, and he chuckled, bringing me closer as he once more whispered sensually in my ear: "You're such a tease ... and I thought you were a good little girl ..."

I snorted at that. "I've never really been up for good." I mused in a lascivious tone, pulling my head back enough to lean it on his shoulder.

Al smirked, his deep green eyes darting from mine to my lips, and he licked his, certainly contemplating whether it was a good idea to kiss me or not, so I caught him off guard and preceded him, attacking his lips before he could attack mine, in a kiss that was all but romantic.

There was nothing sentimental here, all that floated between our bodies were arousal and excitement. I spared no time in tugging at his bottom lip for him to part his mouth and my tongue to slip inside and take control over his.

However, Al soon decided to show me he's not one to be submitted. Our tongues wrestled for control, and I won when I started rubbing my butt against him in sync with our kiss, so that he was too distracted by the way his buddy down there was throbbing to pay attention to keeping control, and that ... that gave me the chance to also bite his bottom lip, making him moan delightedly, maybe a little too loud, because I heard Will laughing in the kitchen, probably knowing what we were up to.

Part of me was a little embarrassed, but the other ... kind of wondered whether Will would consider joining us if things got steamier. I don't even know how did it escalate so quickly, from me sitting and Al laying on the couch, to us laying beside each other, to my butt being now rubbed against his boner, which I can't deny made me kinda wet, too.

When I pulled back from the kiss, needing air, Al cursed: "Ah, fuck! You're gonna have to help me out here now, babe." Saying that, he rubbed himself against me, his hand slipping beneath the stuff of my black lace thong, which, I'll admit, I wore sort of thinking of solo moments with Will ...

I can't deny I've been wearing sexy underwear just in case the chance for a remake of last week presented itself.

But Al didn't seem to care about that, he only cared about exposing the most skin possible, and when I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, I knew what was coming, so I warned him that I wouldn't go much further, therefore he snickered: "Ah, I knew you weren't up to your teasing, Becks."

"Like I said, you couldn't handle me, Ally." I teased, reaching behind me to rub him through his boxer briefs, a small naughty smirk playing on my lips. I can't deny I was wet already. I wonder if Will was taking that long in cooking because he wanted to give us our time or he just was being late in preparing dinner. And Byron? Normally he's so quick in showering after work. Oh, well.

Al didn't reply, was too focused on moaning as I rubbed his package, so I pulled my hand back, but he grabbed it, and when I met his eyes, they were brimming with lust, the green in them almost gone, replaced by the darkness of his arousal. Damn, I love it when a guy's eyes darken like that. It's a sign they're craving to get to the point, which means I can play ...

Sadly, I heard Byron's door being opened, so it was time to end our game, but, before sitting up, I leaned into Al, and bit down on his neck as I whispered in his ear: "Maybe swing by my room after dinner?" I slipped a hand underneath his boxer briefs, biting my lips when I touched his hard shaft. "I'll see to grant you a wish. To make up for the little trouble I caused here ..."

Said that, I bit down once more, then, just in time for Byron to enter the room, I sat up, hastily throwing a pillow onto Al's lap, to cover his erection, smirking when he gave me a dirty look.

A moment later Will popped his head at the door, calling for dinner, but I waited for Byron to go before moving. Once I heard him talk to Will, I reached for my thong, and slipped it off, then stuck it into Al's pockets, biting on his earlobe as I repeated myself in a sexy whisper: "I'm serious. Swing by my room after dinner. We'll be far from indiscreet eyes."

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WILL'S POV

I smirked when she slipped behind me, fondling my ass. What a tease. I didn't say anything, so she went back to the living room. Damn, she's too hot for her own good. I can't deny I thought she was an easy lay I could use to quench my thirst, but apparently she's way naughtier than I thought ... hmm, that's hot. I was serious when I said we'd have remake, hell, she was too good to be let go.

Even though, normally I'm not the kind of guy to sleep around, I leave that to Al, he's the manwhore in our trio, I'm the boring monogamous, the idiot that's spoiled three years of his life being a lovesick puppy for a bitch that's cuckolded me with her cousin. Her freaking cousin. She introduced him to me as that anyway.

Turns out he wasn't exactly that. Better said, he was indeed her aunt's son, but stepson, so while being technically a first-grade cousin, they met that they were 17 already, and they're not blood-related, so ... when she went to visit, they kind of delved deeper into their bond. And when I say deeper I mean he dug deeper into her.

So clumsy they both were, you know. He kinda fell in and out of her vagina for a month at least. Namely, when the idiot that I am was here busy with my studies while she was on vacation at her aunt's place.1

But that wasn't enough, no. Because, casually, he happened to move here in New York, and, so casually, she offered to help him familiarize with the Big Apple, that having them spend more time together. I thought, what's the issue, it's her cousin, nothing can happen, right? Wrong.

Because he familiarized with her insides, not with the city. He spent long afternoons exploring her cunt, not freaking New York, and when I was so stupid to make her a surprise, feeling guilty because I'd been neglecting her, because of my studies, I caught her riding him like a freaking cowgirl.

Hell, I wouldn't have even found out, hadn't I heard her moan like a whore from the hall. When faced about it, she only smirked, not even getting off him, and shrugged, quite simply justifying "sorry, babe, a girl needs to have her fun and you're always so busy". Right.

My fault that I'm always driving myself insane among lectures, the job at the bar and the massive studying I'm always doing. I was just too caught up in being a nerd, she said. She needed someone that would take care of her needs, not turn her down because he chose to dip his face into some books.

It's my fault if I've got a freaking scholarship to keep and I'm therefore forced to work my butt off, right? It's my fault if she was horny in the period of my finals and I couldn't relieve her.2

What angers me most is that I've felt hurt because of her. Because I was so stupid to even love her. And I still freaking do. We broke up, better said, she dumped me after I'd been so stupid to want to mend our relationship, only over a month ago, a couple of weeks before Rebecca came to live here. And it still freaking hurts. 1

But I'm not gonna be a puppy in the clutches of a bitch ever again. If I got anything positive from that, it's a boost in pride. And like hell I'll let another skank ensnare me like Mel did.

Right now I only care about keeping my freaking scholarship, my finals being in these days. Then I'll have my fun. Last week I fucked Rebecca because I was on short, can't deny it. It started off with me apologizing, but then hey, she's so freaking hot, it's hard not to think of her naked. I think I might play with her a little. After all, I don't think she's got anything in contrary.

And ... judging by the moans coming from the living room, I'm guessing she doesn't mind playing in more than one bed. I let go of the knife to peek into the room, unseen, and noticed her and Al laying on the sofa, him all over her, them kissing wildly as her hands were in his package zone.

Looks like little Becky isn't much of a good girl. Maybe Al was right, she'll be the next queen of our bed. Only a couple of days after she arrived he dropped the hint to me and Byron. Of course, Byron, being the serious man he is, immediately refused, saying she's our roommate and we ought to treat her like a sister, or one of the boys, which had me and Al point out that it's pretty hard to think of her as a guy when she's so freaking hot and hangs around in her shorts and so.1

It's June, almost July now, and it's freaking warm, I get it, but girl, you should understand that showing off your perfect curves in a house with three single straight guys doesn't really make it easy to avoid dirty thoughts.

I'm all for do whatever the hell you like with your body, but that doesn't mean that the fact that she shows off those skimpy outfits that underline how damn hot she is, doesn't give me painful boners every time. I'm still a man, and Rebecca is an ongoing temptation.

Either way, Al pitched the idea a couple of weeks ago, right then and there I refused, saying I found her annoying, he laughed, claiming I don't have to like her personality to fuck her, but I was in the worst moment of my heartbreak, so I couldn't really think of such things.1

You see, I've always been the idiotic monogamous that could spend months jacking off to porn instead of cheating on his girlfriend that lived far, which makes me also the imbecile that nurses his heartbreak by dipping into his studies, other than going hunting, as Al suggested. Then again, I've always been the brooding type, as they've always told me, so I tend to keep to myself, without taking out my feelings, that contributing to my bad moods, or so they say.

At first I found Rebecca all too similar to my ex, that's why I was so nasty with her at first, then I talked to Byron and he kind of made me reason, as he always does, him being the calmest among us, so that, as soon as I got the chance, I apologized to her, but then I don't know what got into me, I kind of thought it'd be fun to play with her a little ... never imagined she'd seriously give in.

I thought she'd slap me or something, but she gave in, and man, was that fuck awesome. Actually, me having been with three girls only, it felt like fucking a virgin. I mean, she was so maddeningly tight that I still think of her little paradise when I take care of my little brother down there.

My ex, I was so blinded by feelings that I never realized what a whore she was. She later on confessed that her 'cousin' wasn't the only one she'd cheated on me with. In three years she's made me more horned than a freaking deer.

You gotta understand that Melanie was my longest relationship. I was really in love with her. I've had two girls before her, but they lasted merely three months each, and they were pretty different from her. You know, I wasn't exactly popular in school.

I was actually that freak that preferred books to girls. I wasn't shy, just more interested in books. I certainly had my reasons to keep away from people, starting from, you know, that little detail about me being kind of a funny joke for bullies, but that didn't help me impressing girls.

Then Al came in and we became an inseparable trio, I also started joining him at the gym and so, and from there I quit being the puny freak that loved books and started being that weird nerd hanging around the notorious Byron Wayne and Alan Barrow. From there, girls started liking me more, but I still laid low, till sophomore year in college, when I met Melanie. I fell head over heels for her.

Anyways, I couldn't help but laugh a little as I witnessed Rebecca and Al having their little fun, but I went back to cooking soon enough, feeling like a creep to be watching them. I was saying, Al pitched the idea of her being the next queen of our bed, which is what we call the girl we share. We've done that a lot since we started college, before I met Melanie.3

The first time happened after a week I started working at the bar, there was this girl that had flirted with Al all night, she glanced at me that was serving drinks and, when Al mentioned we were friends and roommates, she, probably already tipsy, wondered what kind of roommates we were, right then and there I didn't understand, but then Al mentioned we're very close friends, she smirked and wondered how close ... in a word, from one thing to another, she ended up coming home with us.

That first time was only Al and I with this petite brunette, then the next times, because we'd both loved it, Byron joined us, even if warily at first, and ... long story short, we've spent over a year having this sort of encounters twice per week at least, but mostly in the weekend.

We'd take turns flirting with the girl one of us, alternatively, picked, then Al - because he is the cheeky one - would pitch to her the idea ... if you wanna know, none of the girls we've asked refused. Must be because Al can be very persuasive with the gentile sex. I can't deny this thing strengthened our friendship. It tends to, you know, when you find yourself watching your best friends fuck the hell out of some girl while she sucks the hell out of you. I didn't keep the count, but I'd dare say the number of queens of our bed was kinda relevant.

I wonder whether Rebecca would agree. Al openly admitted he wanted to try her on his own first, which had me admit I already had a round with her, and he was a bit annoyed, mostly because he'd been flirting with her nonstop and she never gave in, I barely try once and end up fucking her on the freaking couch, but in the end he shrugged it off, I guess because he couldn't care less whether he's first among us or not, he just wants our little Becky in bed.

And she knows that too. I guess that makes it fair, despite Byron's protests. He says we should be gentler with her, she's no bimbo, she's our roommate, one of us, I say let her decide whether she wants to fuck us all or not. She had me, judging by how they're playing she'll have Al tonight, then it remains Byron, but if he doesn't feel like it, as he's already admitted, it's gonna be just Al and I, and he's already proposed we pitch the idea to her sooner or later.

That's why I let them have their fun, only called them when dinner was ready. When they came in Al had a victorious grin on his face, and I understood why only when we sat at the table ... he slyly let some lace stuff pop out of his jeans pocket, and it took me a moment to recognize it, but I was barely able to hide the smirk when I realized he had her thong in his pocket. Definitely, Al's gonna be lucky tonight.

I'll admit I've never been the kind of guy to like these sort of things, but you know, after you realize that you've been so strictly loyal to a bitch that's fucked half of New York's male population, then you realize that monogamy really is overrated. I'm 24, why not have fun?

We ate silently for a few minutes, well, I did, Al and Byron chatted about things I really wasn't interested in. Must be because I was too taken by Rebecca and how damn hot she looked while licking her lips after she'd eaten her calamari, even the pleased look on her face was hot, it made me think of the pleasured expressions she made only a week ago on that couch ... damn, I'm freaking tired of all this teasing. I wanna bend her over and show her what nerds can do in bed.

I spaced out, picturing her slipping beneath the table and coming to take care of little me while I ate dinner. I pictured banging her on the kitchen counter, on the table, on the floor, against the fridge ... I pictured having her in all ways possible, and I think she read it on my face at some point, because she smirked and I felt the hair on my neck rise as her foot reached my ankle while the guys were busy talking about some sport I couldn't care less about.

She was sitting across from me, next to Byron, I was next to Al, as usual, and it's weird how neither of them saw how Rebecca and I were eye-fucking each other. Or maybe they just pretended to ignore it. I think the only objection Al would have would be if I took his place between her legs tonight. But I'm enough of a good friend not to do that. Also knowing how much he's been craving her sweet hot body.

The thing about Rebecca is that she's not one of those petite girls, she's got curves in all the right places, she's easily a size 6 or 8, she's got that juicy butt, you can't help but grip those ass cheeks tightly as you pound into her, and those boobs? Easily a cup C at least.

She's perfectly formed, with all the plumpness in the right places, she kinda looks like one of those goddesses they made statues of. You know, like Aphrodite or so. I think I'm gonna start call her that. Aphrodite. Because she's as hot as a freaking goddess. Even her light brown hair makes her sexy, especially when it's in waves.

My buddy stirred as she played footsie with me, rubbing my ankle, and I had a hard time pretending to be focused on my calamari, especially as she started being a little more explicit as she licked her fingers after each calamaro, even biting her lips when she noticed my hungry stare.

Goddamn, it's gonna be hard to calm down myself now. I guess I'll spend my usual five minutes jacking off in bed before sleeping as I think of her. It's been like this since over a week already and it doesn't seem to change. I wonder if she's got the same effect on the other two.

Well, Al has already admitted he craves to have her, but with the number of bimbos he takes to bed almost every night, it's hard to imagine he spends as much time as I do in pleasuring himself. Byron ... I think he's attracted too, he just won't admit it because he wants to see her as a friend, but I've caught him staring at her ass a few times already. I guess all four of us can have some fun if we agree. In the meantime, my jeans stirred as she caused me the nth boner in over a week. Damn girl.

I glanced at our roommates and they seemed taken by their talk, truthfully or not, so I couldn't help taking advantage of the moment, and hinted behind her with my eyes. She smirked, glancing at Al as she bit her lips.

Oh, wondering whether it'll be me or him tonight, huh? If she gave him her panties, she promised him something, but ... if she was playing with me as well ...

She gaped down at her plate that was empty and asked if there was anything else, catching the other guys' attention, I only shrugged, mentioning there was only ice cream, and damn, I spotted such a naughty glint in her eyes, I bet she thought of very alternative uses to that type of food ... goddamn, this girl is nothing like I thought she was.

She mentioned she felt fed up already, therefore she'd only be taking a shower and then she'd go to bed. Considering she took a shower before dinner, that could only be a signal. For me or Al, though? Judging by how she bit her lips as she looked at me, I figured the irked look I got from my friend was justified.

I gave her time to sway her way into the living room and towards the bathroom before standing up, grinning impishly at Al, who o attacked his food, grumbling: "I preferred you monogamous."1

I chuckled, patting on his shoulder on my way into the living room. "Come on, don't be sad, you'll have the rest of the night."

He smirked, teasing: "Oh, so you don't last that long, huh? I see. She'll come back soon then."

I smirked as well, shaking my head without replying. I also ignored Byron reproaching us both for such talks, and I made my way towards my Aphrodite, who I found in the bathroom, stripping off.

She smirked when I entered, continuing with her thing. I silently stripped off too, my eyes raking over her naked body as she stepped into the shower, claiming: "I feel so dirty, I need another shower."

Double meaning, I know, but who cares. I finished stripping, and stepped in with her, eagerly bringing her hot body against me, smirking when she moaned at the feeling of my erection.

"You are a naughty goddess, Aphrodite." I muttered in her ear as I let my hands slide between her thighs, my fingers slipping between her lips, and I smirked when they came in contact with her already slick core.+

She moaned, but asked why the name, so I, biting her earlobe, admitted: "Because you're as hot as a freaking goddess." I bent her over, and kneeled behind her. "And I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you right now."