Daddies Brat

Leslie

I had never been caught masturbating before. To say it was embarrassing was an understatement. I wanted to crawl under my covers and stay there for the rest of the year. Maybe even into the spring semester.

Then to make matters worse, Avery was in the kitchen when I went downstairs to get a beer. Talking to him about it made me feel a little better -although I was still angry with him, I could see how he might have thought I had said come in, instead of coming. Plus, he made me laugh. I was still trembling with embarrassment afterward, but I felt a little better.

Taking one of his gummies helped. It kicked in after an hour, and then I felt relaxed. I put away my textbook, turned some music on, and closed my eyes in bed.

My mind drifted around for a while. I thought about school, and my family back in Flagstaff. I imagined what it would be like when I graduated and got a real job. I thought about the show Atlanta and how I still needed to catch up on the most recent season.

Then my mind settled onto the topic of Avery.

The whole situation would have been easier, I decided, if he was ugly. A guy I could never picture hooking up with catching me masturbating? That was bad, but possible to overcome.

But Avery wasn’t ugly. Whether clothed or shirtless in the kitchen, he was really fucking sexy. I didn’t want a guy like that catching me rubbing one out. And then his attitude afterward, acting like it was no big deal and giving me a playful smile…

He’s probably thinking about it right now.

Guys could never get that kind of thing out of their head. They focused on sex too much for that. Especially since he was already attracted to me.

Was he down in his room right now, jacking off? I couldn’t blame him if he was. I also couldn’t decide how I felt about that. I knew it probably happened way more than I wanted to think about, but it was totally weird for a guy I barely knew to jack off to me.

Except that was kind of what I was doing when he caught me. Watching a porno with a guy who looked like Riley… and one who sort of reminded me of Avery.

Suddenly, something Avery had said in his room popped back into my weed-calmed brain. He said that he used to date a girl, Jess, who was into… something. He cut off before explaining it.

Wait a minute. No. What he said exactly was, “The three of us used to date a girl, Jess, who was into…” something.

Was that what he meant-that the three of them dated the same woman? Or did he mean it in some other way? Except he brought it up after mentioning the type of porn I was watching. Group stuff.

Curious.

I wanted to think about it longer, but my brain was struggling to focus on things. I relaxed and listened to music, and then drifted off to sleep.

Classes occupied most of my time that week. I aced my first test, or so I thought until I got my grade back: I scored an 82. I was disappointed until I found out that was the second-highest grade in the class. These upper-level courses didn’t mess around.

When I got home, Avery was in the kitchen making a smoothie. And the only thing covering his tan, chiseled body was a towel that was hanging very low on his hips. When he saw me, he winced.

“Thought I would be done in here before you got home,” he said.

I don’t mind, I thought. Out loud, I replied, “Class let out ten minutes early. You would’ve made it if not for that.”

“Damn,” he said while pouring his smoothie into a glass. When he tilted his head back and took a gulp from it, I stole a long look at his chest and abs. He had a six-pack, with a hint of two more abs at the bottom, where the towel was barely hanging on. If it slipped just a little bit… “You got plans tonight?” he asked.

“Studying,” I replied. “I spent all week preparing for this test, and I got a B-minus. Clearly I need to put more time in.”

“You could do that,” he replied. “Or, you could come get a drink with me at Forrester’s Bar.”

I grimaced. “Tempting, but…”

“Come on,” he insisted with a winning smile. “The football game is on.

Harper and Riley already bailed on me. Don’t make me drink alone.”

Mentioning the other two made me feel like he was asking me out as a friend, not as a date. He just wanted a buddy to share a few beers with. I did need to study, but the thought of holing myself up in my room for another night of studying made me want to yawn.

“Yeah, I’ll get a beer,” I said. “Forrester’s is the only place in town with Yuengling on tap.”

He made a face. “You know, I just remembered that I’m going with these other guys who don’t drink Yuengling. Sorry.”

“What’s wrong with Yuengling!”

“It’s a hipster beer,” he said, putting down his smoothie to adjust his towel. I tried not to look sad about it. “It’s okay, I guess, but people act like it’s the best beer out there.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m getting a Yuengling, and you’re going to buy it for me,” I insisted. “As an apology for walking in on me the other night.”

“Fine. But only because I owe you one. We’ll leave here at seven.”

Riley was in his room upstairs with the door cracked. I paused in front of my room, then turned and knocked on his. “Hey. You got a second to- woah.”

I gave a start because Riley’s long hair was gone. It was cut short, short compared to the previous shoulder-length. He still looked striking, but it was a total shock.

“I was going to ask if you like it, but your face already told me,” he said.

“No! It looks good! I just wasn’t expecting it. You look sexy.”

Riley smiled politely. “Thanks. So… what’s up?”

I thought about the last time we had sex, in the kitchen after he got back from class. That was over a week ago. Since then, he had kept to himself. I would have assumed he was giving me the cold shoulder, except he was doing it to Avery and Harper, too.

I closed the door and leaned against it. “Has this… run its course?” I pointed to him and me. “We had sex a few times, and now it’s really out of our system?”

His sapphire eyes bore into mine. “Why do you ask?”

“Because we had this crazy, animal-like chemistry. We fucked on the kitchen counter! But since then, you’ve been distant. I just want to make sure it wasn’t something I did.”

“Definitely not,” he replied without hesitation. That made me relax. “I’m just in a funk right now. School and stuff is getting me down. I’ve also been exhausted. I started fall practice this week, so I’ve been getting up at four in the morning to get to the ball field by five. So, no, it’s not you.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this anymore,” I said. “You can tell me. We can go back to being roommates.”

He gave me a more genuine smile. “We can’t really go back to being roommates since we were never just roommates to begin with.”

“True. But you know what I mean.”

“I do.” He nodded. “Thanks for understanding. And for giving me some space. I hope I’ll break out of this funk soon.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help you break out of it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I can be very persuasive at times.”

He chuckled at that. “You have no idea how much I want to say yes. But my heart wouldn’t be in it.”

I quickly nodded. “Totally understand. Just wanted to make sure.” I pointed behind me with my thumb. “You want to get a beer with me and Avery tonight? He said you bailed on him.”

Riley glanced at his watch. “I’ve got class this afternoon, and then I need to write a paper on the ethics of consumption. And as soon as I’m done with that, I’m passing out. You and Avery have fun, though. He’s a good guy.”

He’s a good guy, I thought as I went into my room. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that sounds like an endorsement.

I shook my head. It’s just a beer. Maybe two. That’s it.