Roomies Ch. 04

Crystal applied the stylus to the screen with a gentle touch as she applied another line to the new commission she had received. It was another perverted illustration for an impassioned videogame fan's fanfic. This time it was Symmetra getting hate fucked by Lucio.

She was happy to have a new project to work on, and she knew that she could probably just sell the one of Tracer to some weeb on the sites, even if not for the full price she felt it deserved. Still, despite the joys of having a task, she was still bothered by the fact that she was unable to pay her rent for the month. She was relieved at how understanding the guys were.

When Katie and she had returned to the apartment, the guys were waiting for them. The four of them sat on the couch and discussed what they could do. The guys didn't mind too much. Dillon had been getting paid well and Harry had picked up more hours at the burger joint, so they were covered. However, they had decided that the girl's would have to make it up to them in various ways, chores, errands and anything else around the house or to make life smooth, at least for the month. That wouldn't leave Crystal a lot of time for her work though.

There was a soft knock on the open door snapping Crystal from her illustration. Katie stood there with her bag draped over her shoulder. She was in her work outfit, a black polo shirt printed with the restaurant's logo on the top left breast and a pair of Jeans that really showed off her plump bury-your-face-here ass.

"Hey," Crystal said.

"Hey to you too," she said back. "I'm going to work. Jake's taking me. Can you tell Harry I'll be hanging out at Jake's after? I texted him but the idiot left his phone here."

"Of course."

"Do you want to hang out with us?"

Crystal thought about it, and it would be nice. The image of Jake's cock still lingered in her mind. "I need to work and catch up. Definitely next time, though."

Katie smiled. "Sounds good. See you later."

She walked from the room and Crystal heard the front door lock. She could always change her mind and text Katie later. Again the image of Jake's dick stuck in her mind. She was still horny from the day before. Dillon may have been calm and understanding, but he was still distraught about having to flesh out their full half of the rent. She'd probably get the fucking she needed from him later.

Another hour passed, and Crystal finished the preliminary sketch of her drawing. She was obviously flustered as she would have normally completed this much in half of the time it had taken. She needed a break, but felt she was moving too slow to allow herself the reprieve.

The quiet of the apartment was broken by the sound of the front door as the scuffing of old sneakers scraped the floor of the living room. Harry had returned, and no doubt tracked in the smell of old grease and kitchen waste with him.

"Anybody home?" He asked.

"I am," Crystal answered.

His footsteps sounded down the hall as he stopped at the threshold of her room. "How's it going?"

"Not bad," she said as she gave a yawn with a stretch. She hadn't considered the show she was providing him as she extended her arms upward. Her breasts squished together, and her tight black tank rode up to show the soft pale skin of her thin figure.

Harry found himself soaking it in. Dillon's words from the day before resonated within him and he felt his dick pulse to life. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands all over her body. He looked at Her extended fine neck and rested at her lips, considering the feeling of them wrapped around his rod.

"Katie wanted me to tell you that she's going over to Jake's after work." Crystal removed the thick frame glasses and rested them on her desk.

"That's fine," he said. "What are you and Dillon doing later?"

Crystal leaned with her elbow on the desk and placed her cheek upon her open palm. "He's working a bit late to get some extra hours. So, no plans."

Harry nodded. "So, a lazy day it is." He sighed with slight disappointment. He had hoped maybe the three of them would go out, but it seemed another day of lounging and watching shows was on the menu. "You want to take a break and hang out?"

Crystal looked at the sketch and found herself uninspired to continue. "A break would be good." She pressed save on her work and put the workstation on sleep mode.

"Cool," Harry said with a chip of excitement. "I'm just gonna change out of my work clothes."

"Ok," she said, relieved she wouldn't have to smell his work as much.

As he walked away from her door, she wondered if perhaps she should put something over her more revealing attire. However, she felt a sense of power and joy from stealing his attention. The thought excited her. Maybe she should go out with Katie and Jake?

Crystal was too worked up and it would be hours until he got home. She had to relieve herself. She'd watch a couple episodes and excuse herself. She'd use her work as an excuse. In the meantime, she could use Harry's glances to add extra spice to her already overflowing horniness.

As she usually was when home and working, she was in only her top and blue panties. She hated working with pants on. What's the point of working at home if you can't be comfortable. She normally would cover up if she were hanging out with anyone at the apartment, but decided to take the excitement and joy of teasing him more. After his and Dillon's kindness towards her dilemma, Harry deserved a show.

Crystal pulled up the waist strap of her high-cut thong that framed the cheeks of her ass. It was a style from the eighties that really drove Dillon into a carnal frenzy. Her cut off top showed off her pale stomach. Her attire might as well have been a bright neon sign that screamed: fuck doll.

As she walked past his room, Harry was stepping into the hall while still putting on his white t-shirt. As his head clumsily fit through the proper hole, he froze and mindlessly caught a glimpse of Crystal's petite figure. His cock throbbed with each step she took, that caused the cheeks of her ass to jiggle. He shook his head in desperation to think straight, but her bare legs were still taking a taunting stroll through his thoughts.

Crystal sat on the end of the couch he had to pass by, and catch the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. Both legs were up on the cushion as she cradled them while leaning on her side against the arm rest.

"What did you want to watch?" She asked.

"Um, there was that new movie," he said as he sat down, snapping his fingers as he tried to think of the name. "It's a drama...uh...girl's boyfriend is a drug dealer and owes money..." He couldn't for the life of him remember the title.

"That sounds alright," she said.

They figured out the title when they pulled up the streaming service and saw it in the new releases. Together they sat in an awkward silence as the opening credits played over a scene of the main character doing a deal. Harry found himself trailing her soft legs out of the corner of his eye. How the fuck was he supposed to watch a movie with a boner that felt it could burst.

Crystal took notice of his poor attempt at being subtle. "You alright?" She asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah," he said, trying hard to play it cool. "Did you want water, or something?"

"I'm good. Thank you."

As the film progressed, it came to a scene where the men who were after the main character had invaded his house. His girlfriend was being held hostage in her own home. The main bad guy was talking to the protagonist on the phone while fondling her tit as he slid his grimy hand down her blouse. It wasn't a scene to stir arousal, but rather to make the viewer's skin crawl. However, Crystal found that it only exacerbated her body's need to be fucked.

The woman on the screen was not in duress and seemed to be the type attracted to the thrill of a bad boy. In the plot, she had met the baddie before and some well placed camera shots of her side eyeing him had hinted at an attraction. It was predictable that she put up no fight when the thug sat down on the couch, made her give him a lap dance while his buddies watched.

Harry adjusted himself in his seat as the scene played out. His dick had begun to leak and the pressure was becoming too much. His heart was racing as his body slipped into a state of euphoria. Crystal took notice of this, and decided to further his torment by propping up one of her legs, which showcased her barely covered snatch to him. Her eyes never left the screen.

Harry saw that there was a dark strip on the blue fabric. She was wet. She was so wet that he could probably pull her panties to the side and just slip his cock inside her warmth with one attempt. This was becoming too much. The scene would change soon, and he'd be able to cool off.

The scene didn't change though. The woman, now only down to her panties with her plump natural tits out, crawled on the floor toward the man's lap as he beckoned her with his finger. The men around her were sneering and laughing. She began to undo his pants and the shot changed to over his shoulder as her head bobbed up and down.

He groaned and leaned his head back. "Fuck, bitch." He pulled her up by the hair and ravenously assailed her face with his mouth, stood up and threw her, face first, onto the couch.

Jesus Christ, Harry thought to himself. This has to cut away at some point.

The woman was now bent over the back of the couch with her knees on the cushion. The thug behind her pulled off her panties and she moaned as he shoved his cock inside her. The others cheered as she moaned and he cussed at her.

Crystal had unthinkingly begun to circle her clit over the fabric of her panties. Forgetting about Harry and that her crotch was directly pointed at him.

Harry had noticed and he too had begun to massage his stiff rod. What could he do? He wanted to pounce and take her. But what about Katie? Aside from a one time threesome, they were strictly monogamous. He couldn't do it, but he wanted to do it.

Crystal's breasts rose and fell as her breaths became heavy. She bit at her nail as she watched with in breaking concentration of the scene. She was envious of the characters, giving into their acts of control and pleasure.

The scene finally changed as the boss thug invited the others to join and Harry groaned as his cock throbbed. A fright had shot through him as he realized that Crystal had heard him. They both said nothing as they looked at each other.

Crystal stood up from her seat and briskly began to walk away toward her room. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Hold on," Harry said. He stood up, possessed by his lust, and followed after her.

She was about to her door when she felt his hand grip her arm and pull her around to face him. He pushed her against the wall with a hand on her bare waist. His rough grip firmly held her in place.

Crystal was almost lost in the moment, but the smell of the burger joint kept her grounded enough to keep enough of a clear head. "Harry, wait!"

Harry didn't listen and proceeded to lick and suck at her neck, not knowing that it was her weak spot. He slid his other hand down the front of her panties and slipped one of his chubby fingers up inside her. Her wet pussy welcomed his insertion with great ease and she squirmed as he curled his finger and pressed against her walls.

She had slept with other men. She had the pass to do so while with Dillon. This was different. This was their roommate. This was the guy they lived with. There was something wrong about this. She and Dillon would have to see him everyday. What about Katie? This would ruin everything.

Crystal couldn't help but give out a moan as she bit her lip. She was so horny that she couldn't bring herself to rationalize her situation any more. She began to buck her hips back and forth. Her ass squishing against the wall with every rolling motion.

He was the right height for her midsection to bend forward under his gut so her pussy would press against his crotch. He shook his wrist which made her whine from the sensation of the wriggling rough palm, no soaked, against her clit.

"Fuck!" She cried out. Now standing on her toes

Harry removed his hands and she fell back against the wall, catching her breath as he removed his shirt. His plump body, the signs of someone who once lifted weights but had switched back over to a lethargic lifestyle and poor diet practically glowed in the dimly lit hallway.

He ripped the straps of her top down over her shoulders. The fabric fell to her bare feet as her feet as he leaned into her, groping her tits and sucking her nipple. Her pussy throbbed as her body shook from the tenderness he was exploiting.

Crystal ran her hands atop his shoulder and down his arms. He was still sucking on her tit when she heard the jingle as he undid his belt. This was bad. She had a thought of how she shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't care anymore.

Harry pressed himself against her. The weight of his gut embraced her. She felt him pull her panties to the side and his wide cock stretch past the wet lips of her opening. His raw cock was inside her and she cried out from the sensation.

He didn't reach the same depths that Dillon did. He wasn't kissing against her womb, but his width did something new that tugged and pulled on her clit with every thrust.

He grunted in her ear like a pig as she moaned gutterally. Deep moans like a lustful whore that filled the apartment. Together, they sounded like two beasts.

Harry's body lurched up and down with every pump he delivered, pushing her harder and harder against the wall. Her tits bounced up and down and made his cock throb. Eventually the disgusting smell of the fast food meshed with the scent of their sweat and sex that only filled her with more lust and want. She was loving all of it.

He greedily began to lick and kiss her mouth and face and she returned the favor. Their tongues lashed like sloppy slugs. It was like he wanted to mark her face with his spit. He gripped and squeezed her breast like it was a handle. The pain caused her pussy to tighten and she cried out unashamedly. It was loud enough for the entire complex to hear. She was going to cum.

"Oh, fuck!" She cried as her body gave into the orgasm it had been craving for two days. She felt him give one more hard thrust that lifted her up. His cock, balls deep inside her, pulsed as his thick load erupted.

Harry concluded in spasms as he shot off and Crystal shook as her orgasm ravaged her senses wave after wave. They stayed together as their senses returned to them. With a grunt he pulled himself from her.

Crystal propped herself up on the wall and, feeling his load begin to dribble out of her, walked to the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her.

Harry fell back against the opposite wall, starting up at the ceiling, catching his breath. Clarity returned to him and a sudden sense of fear and regret took hold. What had he done? Had he lost his fucking mind? Fuck. No, she didn't tell him to stop. She was into it right?

Harry had never been one to take charge. He would bluntly ask first and hope for a good response. He had never acted in the moment before this. Crystal had pulled a beast out of him that he didn't know he had. Despite his overall panic, he felt free and unshackled. But still, what was going to happen now?

Crystal came out of the bathroom as he was starting to put on his pants. He paused as he noticed she didn't pick up her top. She continued past him, dropping her soiled thong at his feet, and stepped into his room.

She turned to look sidelong behind her, with her body on full display. She jerked her head towards his bed. "You coming?"