Roommate FWB
Author
J. A. White
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20
Chapter 1
KEVIN
Today is Friday. I usually go shopping on Saturdays, but I decide to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for the weekend.
I pull into my usual parking spot away from everybody else. I double-check my list to make sure I wrote down everything I need. Then I hear a bang and my truck shakes.
“What the hell?”
I get out and see a shopping cart that has just hit my truck. I look toward the front of the store and see a teenager standing there waving his hands.
“Sorry, I missed the cart return,” he says, and starts running away.
What the fuck! I bend down to wipe the dent with my finger like it’s going to magically disappear.
I storm over to the shopping cart, seeing no others available in the cart returns. I give it a push, and guess what? It’s got a flat spot on one of the wheels. Thunk, Thunk, Thunk.
This day just keeps getting better, I should have stayed home.
After shopping up and down the aisles, I make it to the produce section. I like to see what’s fresh for the day. I start looking at the strawberries when I hear a voice behind me.
“Excuse me.”
“What?” I say with an aggressive tone, turning around. “Are you here to apologize about your teenager for putting a dent in my truck? I don’t think an apology is going to take the dent away.”
“No, I don’t have any kids,” she replies as she backs up a few steps.
I look at her and apologize for being an asshole. “Look, I’m really sorry. Some kid hit my truck with a shopping cart and put a nice dent in it.”
She looks at me and says, “It’s okay.”
She stands in front of me, this beautiful woman. She looks like she’s about five feet 6 inches with brunette hair that is cut to shoulder length.
I’ve never seen a girl with such beautiful blue eyes, wearing a gray tank top and dark gray yoga pants that cling to every curve she has. You can tell she works out.
“I was wondering if you are Kevin Wells?” she asks.
“Depends on who’s asking. Do I owe you money?”
“Me, and no,” she says quickly. “Are you Kevin Wells?” she asks again.
“I am,” I say.
“I’m Emily Turner, soon to be Emily Adams. I was a bridesmaid at your wedding. Don’t you recognize me?”
I look at her with a little confusion, still unable to put a name to the face. “You do know the wedding was like eight years ago. If I don’t remember, please forgive me.”
She looks at me for a second and pulls out a photo from her phone and shows me.
“That was me back then. I was a lot heavier,” she says.
I take her phone from her and look again. “This... is you?” She nods her head yes. “Now I remember, you were one of the bridesmaids for my ex-wife. Wow, you look good.”
I mean, damn, she looks good. My cock starts to stand at attention. Trying to move around so she can’t see my excitement, I ask, “So, how have you and your husband been doing?
“Oh, we’re separated right now,” she says.
I snap my fingers. “Now I remember who he was. He was the total dick at the wedding. He just sat there telling you what to do, ordering you around, getting him drinks and his food.
“My best friend wanted to take him out back and beat the shit out of him.”
“Well, I wish I’d known that then, because I’d have let him. I just wished it didn’t take me nine years to realize what a mistake that marriage was,” she says.
“I am sorry to hear that,” I tell her.
“Wait. You said earlier your ex-wife. What happened to your marriage?” she asks.
“Well, just like you, I wish I knew sooner. She was in it for the money. It wasn’t about love.”
“I’m sorry. I really thought you guys were going to make it. I thought I knew her better than that. I was wrong,” she says.
“I’ve been divorced for about fourteen months now.”
“Well, for me, we’re just separated at this point. We’re going through the whole divorce thing now, but we keep away from each other as much as possible.
“I mainly stay at my girlfriend’s one-bedroom apartment. The couch isn’t forgiving,” she says with a small laugh.
She had the cutest little laugh. My dick is almost at full attention. I try not to adjust, knowing she’s watching me. So I grab my shopping cart and pull it closer to hide my hard-on.
“Hey, do you think we could get some coffee sometime and maybe catch up a little?” she asks.
“I have something better. I’m having a pool party at my place in two weeks. Would you like to come over?”
“Sure, I would love that. Can I bring a friend?”
“Not a problem,” I say as I rip part of my grocery list in half. I write down my address and time. I write a little note below my address and hand it to her.
EMILY
I take the note from him and stick it in my waistband. I can tell he is trying to hide his erection from me. Knowing I made him hard by just looking at me makes me feel good.
In fact, I am getting a little wet myself watching him squirm around trying to hide his erection. I can see he is doing well with what he had in his shopping cart.
He looks good. He definitely works out, because the shirt he’s wearing is a little small. It shows off his arm and chest muscles.
Watching him hide behind the cart, I can see that he’s packing.
We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways. I get in my car and pull out the note. I unfold it to read his address and time with a little note at the bottom that says “clothing optional.”
I don’t know what that means but I’m going anyway.
***
I drive over to my girlfriend’s apartment to tell her what happened today.
“Madison! Where are you? I have something to tell you.”
“I’m in the back doing laundry,” she says as I walk to the back of her apartment with a big smile on my face.
I walk in to see her folding her underwear. She turns around and sees the goofy smile on my face.
“What’s with that smile? I haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time,” she says.
“I ran into Kevin Wells at the grocery store today, and guess what?”
Madison looks at me like Kevin who?
“Remember the wedding we went to about eight years ago? It was Kevin and Angelia’s wedding, and I was a bridesmaid.”
Mad’s eyes get really big. “Kevin! Now I remember. He was the best-looking one there, and his best man was hot too. What was his name?” she says as she snaps her fingers.
“Yeah, well, she left him fourteen months ago, and he’s been single ever since.”
“How do you know? Did he just come out and say, ‘Hey, I’ve been single since she left,’” Madison says with a little laugh.
“Pretty much, yeah. That and what he had in his shopping cart screams single.” I pull the note from under my waistband. “You got any plans, like, say, in two weeks?”
“No, why?”
“Wanna go to a party, like maybe a pool party?”
“Sure, who’s having it?” she asks.
“Kevin. He invited us to come by and have some fun.” I open the note and show her. “See! He even gave his address and what time to be there, plus his phone number.”
“What’s that say at the bottom? Clothing optional?” she says.
“I’m thinking it’s a naked pool party, if you wanna get naked,” I say with a crazy smile.
“If we’re going, we need new bathing suits—especially for you, girl. I’m going to find a suit that’s going to make those big tits pop and his jaw drop.
“And no more one piece,” Madison says with excitement.
Before I know it, we're out the door.
