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  "You don't have to be such a jerk yourself," she said. "I have to do this internship. I don't know how many times I told you that. I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you that before it finally gets through to you."

  "I know you have to do this!" I said.

  "Then would it kill you to be more supportive?"

  Oh hell no. She did not just say that. She did not just accuse me of not being supportive.

  "I don't know what the hell you're going on about," I said. "I've been more than supportive. I helped you pack everything. I moved you out here and used my car even though it can't really make a drive that long. Now I'm hanging out here in case you need anything! What more do you want from me? Do you want me to do a little tap dance talking about how happy I am that my fiancée is going away for the summer? Because nothing's going to make me happy about that!"

  "I just wish…"

  “Wish what?" I asked, the anger really starting to get to me now. "Wish I’d just go away? Let you live your new life out here? Because I can do that if you want. There's nothing keeping me here."

  I stood and was already making my way across the room. I had my keys in my pocket and that was all I needed to get out of here. With the way she'd been acting ever since talking to that Julia check I wasn't in a mood to deal with this. And as horny as I was and as angry as I was because the one chance we were going to have was interrupted, as pissed off as I was that we weren’t going to get another chance because she seemed so intent on putting together her bathroom, I was ready to get the hell out of here.

  "Taylor. Wait."

  It was the pleading that struck me more than anything. There was something about her tone that said she didn't want me to go. That she didn't want this argument. That she didn't want any of this.

  And so I stopped. Turned to look at her standing in the doorway to her bathroom with a sad look on her face. As though she was on the verge of tears. And I immediately felt like an ass for blowing up at her.

  I reminded myself that this had to be just as hard for her as it was for me. Maybe even harder for her. I was going home. She was going to be stuck out here in a strange city starting a strange new job surrounded by a bunch of strange people she hardly knew.

  Yeah, when I thought of it like that she definitely had the more difficult time of it. And I felt like an ass for ever thinking that my problems came even close to what she was experiencing .

  "I'm sorry Taylor," she said.

  I blinked a couple of times. I felt like I was the one who should be apologizing, and now here she was saying she was sorry? That seemed somehow wrong. But at the same time I wasn't going to knock it if she was in a mood for apologizing.

  "Why?" I asked.

  Carrie took a deep breath and sighed. "You have been pretty good about this. And I can understand why you'd be upset that I'm leaving for the summer. I'm upset about it too. It's not like I wanted to do an internship that was five hours away."

  I decided, wisely, to hold my tongue on that score. I knew for a fact that there were a couple of companies who offered internships that were only an hour away from our college town, but for whatever reason she hadn't gone for any of those. There were times when I wondered if maybe she didn't want to get away from it all. To get away from our town. Our apartment.

  Get away from me.

  Not that I ever gave voice to those thoughts. No, those seemed like the kind of thoughts that were virtually guaranteed to start an argument, and the last thing I wanted was to start another argument. Especially hot on the heels of the one we just had. We didn't usually argue like this, and it was a new and unpleasant experience.

  "I'm sorry too," I said. I was still pissed off, but it felt like apologizing was the thing to do. I didn't want to draw out the argument even longer than it already was.

  "Maybe I can think of a way to make it up to you," she said with a smile that piqued my interest. It also had my cock stirring and twitching in my pants. I could think of a couple of ways she could make this up to me.

  I promise I'm not usually this much of a horndog. I usually don't do this much thinking with my dick. It's just that the situation I found myself in, knowing she was going to be gone for a good long time, had me in a crazy state of mind that was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

  "What were you thinking?" I asked, a smile coming to my face.

  And so for the second time in a day I was treated to the hypnotic sight of Carrie slinking across the room. Her arms moved from side to side as she pressed up against me. As she pressed her body against mine. And for the second time that day I was treated to the delicious sensation of her tits pressing against my chest. Her impossibly tight white shorts pressing against my cock which was already throbbing.

  Her hand moved down and wrapped around my cock. Her eyebrows shot up.

  "Why Taylor," she said. "You have a hard on!"

  I grinned. I always liked it when she did the sweet and innocent routine. She knew how much it drove me wild, and it was nice that she was bringing it out for this occasion. I knew she was anything but sweet and innocent, but there was something about that image of her being sweet and innocent that turned me on.

  And she wasn't wasting any time now. No, not when there was a chance someone else might come along and interrupt us. That was almost enough to make me go over and shut the door, but then her hand moved down inside my pants and wrapped around my cock and that contact was enough to cause my eyes roll into the back of my head as I let out a primal groan.

  We’re talking the kind of groan that went back to the very beginning of time when evolution first invented sex and life forms realized it was a pretty fun thing to do. We’re talking the kind of feeling that made me glad to be a man. That made me glad to be in this moment when I was young and hot and I had a supreme hottie like Carrie pressing her body against mine and wrapping her hand around my cock.

  I knew not all men were lucky enough to experience this, and I was more than happy and grateful that I got to enjoy this moment.

  “Fuck Carrie," I breathe.

  "Isn't that the idea?" she said. "Why don't you get the door?"

  "You read my mind."

  I walked over to her door and I looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Her other roommates had arrived, but they weren't around. One was a pretty blonde girl who looked like she was the quiet nerdy type. Another was a girl who took the apartment down on the first floor and I hadn't seen much of her at all.

  As I was about to shut the door, though, I saw the barest hint of movement on the other side of the hall. Down where Julia's room faced Carrie’s room. I stayed there for a moment and realized she was standing there in the door. She stepped out and smiled at me.

  And my breath caught. She was in a tank top and shorts that were every bit as scandalous as the outfit Carrie wore. And as she looked at me she smiled and did a little twirl, then put a finger to her lips. I cocked an eyebrow, wondering what this could possibly mean.

  Then she reached down and pulled her tank top up. Up. Up until her tits spilled out. She wasn't wearing a bra.

  Holy shit. There were a lot of things I'd expected when I came out here, but her roommate flashing me while I was about to get busy with my girlfriend was not one of them. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. What the hell did this all mean?

  “Is something going on out there?" Carrie asked.

  My girlfriend’s, fiancé’s, voice behind me brought me back to reality. She probably wouldn't be too happy to know that her roommate was flashing me. Plus Julia put that finger to her lips. Whatever this was, she wanted it to be a secret.

  And it was secret that I was more than happy to keep. I'd already had one argument with Carrie this afternoon, after all, and I didn't want to have another one. I didn't want her to blow up because she thought I was hitting on her roommate or something.

  Even if it was more like her roommate was the one hitting on me. As far as I knew casually flashing your tits wasn’t somethin
g you did with people you just met unless you were interested.

  Maybe Carrie was telling the truth when she said her roomie had the hots for me. Interesting. Very very interesting indeed.

  So I kept my mouth shut. I shut the door without making any sort of gesture towards Julia. Without saying anything to her. I turned around and saw Carrie staring at me with her eyebrow raised.

  "Are you okay? You look like you saw something…"

  I thought about coming clean, but didn’t for some reason. I wasn't going to say anything. No, there was the argument to think about. I didn't want to cause any trouble and I didn’t want to reignite that argument.

  Especially when I'd done nothing wrong. It's not like it was my fault that girl flashed me. Yet not telling Carrie about it seemed like it was somehow a lie of omission or something. It was still a secret I was going to keep, but it felt somehow wrong.

  "It was nothing," I said.

  And that was the truth. It really was nothing. Sure it was another girl flashing me, but it was a girl I had absolutely no interest in. I was engaged to Carrie, and that was that.

  Though if she had a wild child for a roommate…

  "Well why don't we finish off where we started then?" she asked.

  I grinned. "That sounds wonderful! After all, I do have a drive later tonight. It’ll be nice to have some pleasant memories to keep me company along the way.”

  "Then I'm going to send you home thinking about nothing but me,” she said.

  "I don't think there was ever any danger of me thinking of anyone but you," I replied.

  Though that was a little bit of a lie as well. Now that Julia had flashed me there was a pretty good chance I was going to be thinking of her on the ride home. I was going to have a very hard situation, so it was probably a good thing that Carrie and I were about to get down to business.

  She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me back into the bed. She fell back, pulling me down on top of her. I pressed my cock against her pussy and she was so hot.

  I thought about what happened earlier, and I didn't waste any time this time around. I pulled her tank top up, her bra right along with it, and I thought about her roommate flashing me her tits as my fiancée’s tits bounced out.

  They were perfect. They were the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever known, and I'd sampled quite a few before I got with Carrie.

  And yet I couldn't help but compare them to her roommate now. I couldn't help but wonder what Julia’s felt like.

  "Are you sure you're okay?" Carrie asked.

  "I'm fine," I lied.

  I moved a hand up and grasped her breasts and all thoughts of other women fled my mind. God she was beautiful. She was everything that I'd ever wanted in a woman, and she was all mine.

  The fact that she had an engagement ring wrapped around her finger just made it that much hotter. It was like we shared a deeper connection now, even though nothing much had changed in our relationship other than we were planning for a wedding now.

  I started really grinding against her in earnest. My cock pressed up against that warm hotness and she gasped every time I made contact. Her breathing was picking up. She started pulling up on my shirt.

  This was the exact moment when we were so rudely interrupted earlier, only now I couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to have two women around me at the same time. What might have happened if Julia joined in the fun instead of merely interrupting.

  My girlfriend and her roommate writhing around me. Pressing their pussies against me. Gasping and begging for me. Taking turns sucking my cock.

  I shivered thinking about it. Of course none of that was going to happen. Right now it was just me and Carrie, and she was all I needed. So I continued grinding against her.

  She'd come from dry humping a couple of times, I wondered if she was going to be turned on enough to do that now. Though I didn't want to go that far. No, I wanted to have my cock inside her well before we got to the point of either of us coming from simple dry humping.

  So of course fate would choose that moment to interrupt us again. There was a loud pounding on the door, but it wasn't on the door to her room.

  My head shot up and I looked around. "What the hell is that?"

  "I don't know," she gasped, biting her lip, but I don't care either. Keep doing what you were doing.”

  Carrie reached up and pulled me back down on top of her. She started pressing up against me. She pressed her tits against my bare chest. She hadn't even bothered to take my shirt off completely, but then again I hadn't bothered to pull her tank top all the way off either. We were both too focused on each other. Both too focused on our pleasure.

  "Oh God Taylor," she gasped as my hands moved down between her legs. As I pressed my finger against her pussy in a way that I knew she loved. As I replaced my cock pressing against her with my finger and continued giving her the pleasure I knew she'd been needing.

  "Do you like that?" I asked.

  "You know I do!" she gasped.

  I would have gone further, put my hand down her pants like she'd done to me earlier, but that pounding came again. Again my head shot up and I looked around, but the pounding continued and there was no rattling on the door to her room even though it felt like it was right next to us.

  "What the hell?" I asked.

  This time Carrie sat up too. The moment was well and truly interrupted, and I hated that it was interrupted.

  "It sounds like it's coming from my door but…"

  Then I heard shouting coming from outside, and it hit me exactly what was going on. That pounding was coming from of the door to their apartment. A door which just so happened to be right below Carrie’s room so we could hear anyone out there loud and clear.

  Who the hell could be a pounding on the door that loudly? Especially when all her roommates were already here and moved in?

  "Just ignore it," Carrie said. "Whoever it is they'll go away."

  "Sounds good to me," I said.

  I was about to resume manipulating her when I heard another knock on the door. Only this time it was the door to Carrie’s room. I let out a frustrated groan. Was the universe conspiring to keep me from getting laid tonight? What the hell?

  4

  Carrie

  I could tell Taylor was pissed off the moment I stood. I looked down at him and frowned, but there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t want to be rude. Not when I was just getting to know the people I was going to be spending the whole summer with.

  Taylor would be leaving after tonight. Going home to the apartment I was still helping him pay for in part with the money I was earning from this internship. I figured the least he owed me was a little consideration.

  “Are we really doing this?” Taylor asked.

  Okay then. Maybe he wasn’t going to give me a little consideration. Which was a damn shame. I thought after the argument we had earlier he might be a little more considerate.

  I guess that wasn’t in the cards.

  “Come on Taylor,” I said. “You know I have to get along with these people this summer. If you have a problem with it then…”

  I stopped. I’d been about to echo what he told me earlier when he was so pissed off that I was trying to arrange things while he was sitting on the bed twiddling his thumbs.

  I didn’t want him to go though. I might be mad at him, but I’d never be that mad. Never to the point that I’d tell him to get out of here. He was the man I loved, and nothing would pull us apart. Even if we did get a little angry with each other from time to time.

  “It’s fine,” he said. “We can always pick up where we left off later or something.”

  I smiled and leaned down to kiss him as there was another knock at my door, only this time the knock was a heck of a lot louder. I looked over to the door and frowned. They didn’t have to rattle the thing off of its frame or anything, but that’s exactly what the idiot on the other end was doing.

  “Who the hell is out there and wha
t the hell do they think they’re doing?” Taylor asked.

  “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out,” I said.

  It seemed odd that Julia would be banging on the door like that. She knew I was in here. Maybe there was an emergency or something. Maybe there was a fire down in the kitchen and she was trying to warn us to get out, but I didn’t hear the smoke detector.

  And the reason why I didn’t hear anything became apparent when I opened the door. It wasn’t Julia standing there getting ready to knock again with a beefy arm.

  No, it was the guy I’d seen earlier. The one who was staring at me. The one I’d stared at when Taylor was teasing me earlier. I immediately felt self-conscious under his gaze and chided myself for feeling self-conscious. It’s not like I needed to impress anyone.

  Especially not some muscular handsome guy standing at my door banging on it like he owned the place. I schooled my face to a frown so he wouldn’t see how interested I was.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Neighbor!” he shouted, and there were more voices behind him. I craned my head to look around him and realized there were other guys standing behind him. None of them were as hot as the first guy, but I blushed as I realized they were all pretty good looking.

  “What’s going on here?” Taylor asked, coming up behind me and wrapping a possessive hand around my stomach.

  I smiled at that. There was no need for him to act possessive around me like that, but it was still nice when he got jealous. I leaned back and pressed my ass against his cock and I was greeted with that intense hardness pressing against me.

  Someone was still very happy to see me even if he wasn’t happy to see a bunch of random guys hanging around outside my room. I really hoped this wasn’t going to become a regular thing, and I blushed as the implications of a bunch of guys regularly stopping by my room hit me.

  Damn. I guess I really was turned on from getting interrupted twice today. I know Taylor was talking about getting home so he could study and get ready for his class on Monday, summer classes were short and intense, but there was a good chance I was going to force him to stay here tonight so I could take out some of the frustration coursing through my body.