The Roommate Pt. 64

LXIV: You Both Did

Liam

Liam hesitated at the door to Tasha's room, hand poised to knock. For a moment, he reconsidered, glancing two doors down the hall toward Matt's room. Matt would probably be the less confusing option, but Liam knew Matt would be just as lost as he was about this whole situation.

Tasha, however, and maybe her roommates, might actually be able to clue him into what the fuck had happened with Blake.

Taking a deep breath, Liam knocked, "Tasha?"

"Just a second!"

A weird mix of nerves and relief swirling around in his stomach, Liam waited as Tasha came to the door. When she opened it, poking her head out from behind the door, Tasha's face lit up upon seeing him. Her bright shining eyes stunned Liam long enough for Tasha to pull him into a tight hug and drag him into the room before he realized what had happened.

Or what she was wearing.

Liam cleared his throat, looking away, face on fire.

"Please tell me you're wearing clothes underneath that and you heard me and thought this might be a fun way of fucking with me?"

Tasha cackled, flicking his forehead as she pulled back.

"Get over yourself. I wouldn't put that much effort into fucking with you."

Liam raised an eyebrow as he rubbed his forehead, trying to keep his eyes on Tasha's face, instead of the rest of her, which appeared to be covered only by a single purple, fluffy towel. Thankfully, her eyes helped with that.

"Okay fine," she admitted, "I would."

Liam snorted, then realized that Tasha hadn't stopped smiling since she'd opened the door. He cocked his head.

"Tash? You day-drinking? Or just really happy to see me?"

Tasha rolled her eyes, but her cheeks lit up as she bit her lip, "Sorry. I'm just really excited. I'm getting ready for my date later."

Liam frowned, then his eyes widened, "Oh, right! I take it last weekend went well, then?"

Tasha grinned, nodding, "Really well."

She gazed at him for a moment, wiggling her hips, then leapt at him, pulling him into another tight hug. Liam relaxed into it this time, glad he was taller than her so she couldn't stuff his face into her chest like last time. Though that had felt nice.

He squeezed her, then stroked her still damp hair a few times before pulling back, "I'm glad things went well, Tash. You seem really happy."

Tasha beamed up at him, "I am."

Then she frowned, looking him up and down, "You're not, though, what's up?"

Liam hesitated, then shook his head, "I don't want to bum you out. And you're getting ready for your date, I don't want to slow you down or--"

Tasha put a hand on his chest, stopping him, "You're not going to bum me out. And as long as you're fine with me getting ready while we talk, you won't make me late, either."

Liam thought about it for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. Thanks."

Tasha smiled, "Of course."

Then she stepped back and walked over to her dresser. Tasha grabbed the corner of her towel, and Liam realized what she was doing just in time to turn away. Then he had to turn away again, because unlike his, Tasha's room had a big mirror on one wall.

He only saw a bit of Tasha's back, and he'd seen more side-boob on her from certain tops and dresses she'd worn, but still.

She has a really nice back, though. Almost as nice as Blake's.

"Tash!" Liam chided, face burning.

"What?" She said along with the sound of a sliding drawer, "Sara sees me naked all the time."

Liam tried not to dwell on the images that put in his head, "She's your roommate."

"And you're my friend."

"And you're a dick."

Tasha just laughed at that.

"Where is Sara, by the way?"

Liam could hear the smirk on Tasha's face when she spoke, "Well, she didn't come home last night—or this morning—so I'm assuming she's down the hall."

Liam blinked, "Damn."

Tasha laughed, "I know, right? Your friend is blessed with some stamina, apparently."

Liam rolled his eyes at that.

"Can you put something on so I can look at you?" Liam said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Does the thought of seeing my naked body repulse you?"

Liam groaned, and Tasha laughed, "Oh relax. I have my boy now, but even if I didn't you're so fucking head-over heels for Blake that seeing me naked would just make you embarrassed and give me more material to use to fuck with you."

Liam sighed.

"Oh, stop that and turn around. I'm decent."

Taking a deep breath, Liam turned around.

Tasha wasn't naked, but what she wore was almost worse. Red, lacy, strappy underwear accentuated her curves and framed her hips, abs, and breasts, the fabric so sheer in most of the places that Liam was surprised he couldn't see Tasha's nipples through it.

That is some very strategically-placed lace.

His face immediately caught fire, but he stubbornly didn't turn away.

"That's what you call decent?"

Tasha rolled her sparkling eyes as she put her hands on her hips, "I told you I'm getting ready for a date. I need to feel all confident and sexy and shit."

Liam rolled his eyes, "Pretty sure you could pull off a potato sack, Tash."

Beaming, Tasha walked over and kissed him on the cheek, "You're the sweetest."

Liam glared at her as his boxers grew a little uncomfortable, "Now you're just fucking with me."

Tasha just stuck her tongue out at him, and turned around to walk back to her dresser.

"You knew what you were getting into when you knocked on the door. Now what's up? I assume it has to do with Blake, since you're talking to me instead of her."

Liam sighed and sat down on the bed. He bit his lip for a moment, then told Tasha what had happened, and how Blake's mood had gone from bad to worse.

"And then she just left," he said, "She made it seem like she'd talk to me later, but I haven't heard from her and I just..."

Liam sighed, "I just have a bad feeling about the whole thing."

Tasha studied him with her hypnotic eyes. She'd turned toward him halfway through his story, distracting him a bit as she'd put on a garter that matched the rest of the ensemble.

"How hot is this? On a scale of one-to-ten?"

Liam blinked, "What?"

Tasha arched an eyebrow, "I'm helping you with your problem, you help me get ready. Now, tell me how hot this lingerie is while I think about what happened with you and Blake."

Liam shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I don't know—I'm assuming you'll be wearing stockings with it?"

Tasha nodded, smiling, "Sheer and lacy."

Liam thought for a moment, "Eight? You're gorgeous, Tasha. I'd need something else to compare it to for an accurate rating."

Tasha grinned at that, then turned back toward her dresser. Liam looked down as she started undoing her straps.

"So, any thoughts?" He asked after a few seconds, "Did I overreact, or did Blake?"

Tasha was silent for long enough that Liam almost looked up before he remembered what Tasha was doing. He still hadn't figured out if he should feel good or bad about how trusting and comfortable Tasha was with him regarding things like this.

"You both did," she said, "Kind of."

Liam frowned, almost looking up again, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said you and Blake agreed that you wouldn't get all macho, jealous boyfriend-y over her camming stuff, right?"

"Yeah, but this wasn't a jealousy thing. It--"

"Shush," Tasha cut him off, "Your intentions matter but only kind of. Regardless of what you were feeling, Blake was probably scared and freaked out and a whole bunch of other shitty feelings that I don't think you can really comprehend, and I can only half-understand. I know that you were freaked out for her, and if you hadn't agreed to not do something like that before hand, you would have totally been in the right and she would have hugged you and loved you and you would have made it all better. You can look, now, by the way."

Liam lifted his gaze to find standing in an ensemble similar to the first, but this one was emerald green instead of red. The cups looked a little small on her chest, and it was less strappy, but lacier. Instead of a garter and stockings, this one just had high-waisted bottoms, and the top extended down toward her belly-button in something like a corset.

It looked really good.

"Obviously, though," Tasha continued, pulling Liam's attention away from her body and back to her face, "Blake has some sort of hang-up regarding this that you didn't think about because you were also understandably freaking out a bit."

She gestured toward her body, "Thoughts? I saw you staring, so I'm assuming this one is at least an eight as well."

Liam sighed as he scrubbed a hand through his hair, cheeks hot.

"I think it depends on what you're going for. I think this one is probably a more of a fuck-me eight, while the other one is a look-at-me-then-fuck-me eight-point-five."

Tasha smirked, "That's very specific feedback. Has Blake started asking you for opinions about her camming outfits?"

Liam rolled his eyes, ignoring the question, "Is there a specific theme or something you're going for?"

Tasha nodded, "Sexy Christmas."

Liam arched an eyebrow, "I'm surprised you haven't brought something with a Santa belt or elf ears."

Tasha stuck her tongue out at him, "Those come later."

Liam was about to ask her more about what she thought what might have been going through Blake's head, but knew she wouldn't give him more feedback just yet.

"Do you have anything in purple?"

She frowned, "Since when is Christmas purple?"

Liam shrugged, "Sugar plums?"

Tasha half-rolled her eyes, then stopped, "Ooo...that could work."

Then she frowned again, "I don't have any wings, though."

"Just try it," Liam said, "It will make your eyes even more annoyingly sparkly. Is the theme more important than that?"

Tasha pursed her lips, "Good point."

Liam looked away as she walked back toward her dresser.

"One of these days you're gonna forget to look away, you know!"

"Is it a goal for you to get me to see you naked now?"

"It would be fun. Especially if Blake was there."

Liam almost looked up again.

"So you could torture me?"

"No—well yes—but then she would see me naked, too, and she couldn't give you shit for staring. And then I could torture both of you."

Liam shook his head.

"I take it you don't think I should be too worried, then?"

Tasha snorted, "Pshh, are you kidding? I've seen the way you look at her, and I've seen the way she looks at you. Pretty sure you guys are good. It's safe for you to look now."

"Promise?"

"Ugh. Promise."

Liam looked up and blinked, wide-eyed.

"Holy shit."

This time, Tasha was wearing a lacy purple body-suit. It clung to her body, sleeveless, high waisted on the bottom and with a neckline that showed off Tasha's cleavage. It was also sheer enough that Liam could see Tasha's belly-button piercing, and her nipples through the lacy fabric.

Liam immediately raised his eyes to Tasha's face and found her smirking. He barely noticed that at first, though, as her eyes had gone from a pale, sparkling violet, to a brilliant purple.

"That one," Liam said, throat tight. He cleared it, "Also, you're evil."

Tasha cackled, folding her arms over her breasts instead of under them like she usually did.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. And you really think so? Even though it's not very Christmas-y?"

"I don't think he'll care."

Tasha stuck her tongue out, "That works."

Liam rolled his eyes, grinning. Then he sobered a bit, "You're sure I don't have anything to worry about with Blake? That I can make this better if I apologize?"

Tasha nodded, walking around her bed to sit across from him. She put her hands on the edge of the bed and leaned toward him. When Liam's eyes followed her, going wide as his cheeks burned, Tasha actually blushed and straightened, crossing her legs and covering her chest.

"Sorry. I promise that wasn't on purpose."

She bit her lip for a moment, then smiled, "And I'm sure. You might want to make sure you take care of that before you both leave for break, though. That's definitely preferable to trying to make up over the phone when you can't see or touch one another. Or after a month has gone by of things just being weird and tense."

Liam nodded, then took a deep breath and pushed himself off the bed.

"Thanks Tash. I—"

He cut off as Tasha pulled him into a hug.

"Tash!"

She stepped back, giggling as she smirked up at him, blazing purple eyes sparkling even more than Liam had thought possible.

"Not sorry. You and Matt are way too easy to fuck with. Especially since I know you're both way too goodie-good to even think about doing anything. And I like hugs."

Liam rolled his eyes, trying to think of something to throw back.

"Be careful if you try any of that with Blake," Liam chided, "If she and I are both there, she might just call your bluff and tell me to go for it."

Tasha arched an eyebrow, and bit her lip, holding his gaze, "Trying to tempt me?"

Liam's cheeks lit on fire, and Tasha laughed as he turned and looked away.

"Goodbye, Tash!"

"Liam, wait."

Liam stopped, turning just as Tasha caught his arm, gazing up at him.

"Promise you'll tell me how things go?"

He nodded, "Of course."

"And we'll hang out again before going home?"

Liam raised an eyebrow, "Tash, we live like twenty minutes from each other."

"Yeah, but here we live—"

"A twenty-minute walk from one another? And it's cold and snowy outside instead of sixty and sunny?"

Tasha stuck her tongue out, "But here we can just hang out and talk and not have our parents be worried about us having someone of the opposite sex in our rooms."

Liam rolled his eyes, "I promise."

Tasha smiled, then hugged him again—a quick one this time.

"One more thing?" she asked biting her lip.

Liam arched an eyebrow.

Tasha smiled, taking two steps back and twirling around, letting Liam see exactly how little of her back and her ass the bodysuit covered. His pants tightened again.

Fuck, that's not fair.

"Gloves and stockings? Or just this?"

Liam rolled his eyes, scrubbing a hand over his face to try and distract from the heat in his cheeks.

"I assume you're going for something...kinky?"

Tasha grinned, reaching into a drawer. She pulled out a pair of purple leather cuffs with white, furry lining.

"Since you said purple, I was thinking of going with these."

Liam shook his head and turned for the door.

"Bye, Tash!"

"Liam!"

A/N: I love Tasha! I wish I had included her more in some of the earlier chapters, but you're definitely going to see more of her.

If you want to see what she's been going through (why she's all sexed up) and her and Liam's friendship from her PoV, check out my profile for her story!