Daddies Brat

Leslie

I had an astronomy exam the next day. I walked out of class feeling like I did fine, but I knew I could have tried harder. However, it was tough to put a lot of effort into a class that had nothing to do with my major. I didn’t need an A; I just needed to pass the class and get the credits.

When I got home, the house was silent. “Anyone here?” I called.

“Hey, come here a sec,” Avery yelled from his room. “I need your help with something.”

Wondering if he was rearranging his room, I dropped my bag off and walked down the hall. When I pushed open his door, I gave a start.

Avery was standing proudly in the middle of the room without a stitch of clothing on. He held his hands on his hips and grinned at me like a kid who had just gotten away with a prank.

“What is this?” I asked between laughs.

“The naked man!” he replied. “Haven’t you seen How I Met Your Mother?”

“My dad loved that show, but I never watched it. How long have you been standing there?”

“Longer than I would care to admit.” He strode toward me. “Take off your clothes.”

Giggling at how silly it was to find a man naked and waiting, I stripped out of my clothes as Avery closed and locked the door. He pounced on me then, throwing me down onto the bed and covering me with his warm body.

I forgot all about my astronomy exam as we fooled around. Avery rolled onto his back and then pulled me on top of him, until I was straddling his face in the sixty-nine position. I sucked his cock while he devoured my pussy. The way he licked up and down my slit, pausing to flick across my sensitive clit, soon had me leaning back and smothering his face with my crotch. I moaned and bucked against him, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me against his face as I came.

Then he tossed me down onto the bed and climbed up on top of me until he was straddling my chest. “Push your tits together,” he commanded, and I was eager to obey. Then he slid his cock between my breasts and began fucking me like that, back and forth with desire. I gazed up at him and savored the pleasure that was painted on his face until he quickly came, shooting milky-white seed all over my nipples and skin.

Ever the gentleman, Avery fetched a washcloth and cleaned up the mess he had made on me, and then he collapsed into bed next to me. We were sweaty and exhausted, but I still enjoyed the touch of his skin against mine. I let my arm drift to his chest, hand curled up to caress his cheek and his deep brown locks of hair. He squeezed my thigh in his hand, holding me possessively. It wasn’t quite cuddling, but it wasn’t not cuddling, either.

“So what’s the naked man?” I asked.

He chuckled. “It’s a sex move from the show How I Met Your Mother. When you’re on a date with a girl, you surprise her by getting naked and striking a pose. When she sees you like that, it’ll make her laugh. And then you have sex.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“And this strategy is supposed to work?” I asked incredulously.

“The joke on the show is that it works two out of every three tries,” Avery explained. “But I’ve never done it before. Except for right now.” He brightened. “I guess I’m one-for-one!”

“Which means your next two attempts will fail,” I replied.

“Unless I retire the naked man now,” he countered, twisting to smile at me. “He’ll go out on top.”

“I think I was the one who was on top for most of it,” I said with a giggle.

Avery had the best smile, a genuine one that lit up his whole face. He cupped my cheek and kissed me, and for a few seconds I wondered if he wanted to go again.

“I need to go,” he suddenly said, glancing at his watch. “I have an accounting study group.”

I pouted as he climbed out of bed and got dressed. I had a lot of work to do, but it felt good to put it off for a little while. Especially when putting it off meant getting off.

“I hate to break it to you, but your naked man technically didn’t work,” I said while moving to a sitting position. “We fooled around, but we didn’t actually have sex.”

Avery pulled a T-shirt over his chest and frowned down at me. “It doesn’t count?”

“Nope. You’re oh-for-one.”

“I would argue that the goal of the naked man is to engage in sexual activity of any sort,” he argued. “Such activity doesn’t need to be penetrative.”

“I’m not sure I agree with that,” I said.

He swung his backpack over a shoulder. “Then we can finish this argument later. See ya.”

Then he did something interesting. He leaned down and kissed me goodbye.

It occurred so automatically that neither of us realized what had happened until he reached his door. He paused with his hand on the knob, glanced back at me awkwardly, then said goodbye again and left.

“Huh,” I said to myself while hastily leaving his room. “That was weird.”

I thought about it while I took a shower to clean off. We hadn’t put any labels to whatever this was. It had been casual up to this point-random sexual acts around the house during the few moments where we found ourselves alone. The secrecy was part of the fun.

But would I want an actual relationship with Avery?

As I got out of the shower and went into my room, I came to a decision: I didn’t know what I wanted. I don’t know was a totally acceptable response sometimes. I couldn’t make a decision right now, and needed more information.

And in the meantime, we could keep having fun.

I had just gotten dressed when I heard the front door close downstairs.

“You home, Avery?” he called.

“He just left,” I shouted. “A study group.”

Riley’s footsteps were heavy on the stairs as he came up. The floor creaked, and then he was sticking his head into the crack in my door and stepping inside. “Study group? Avery?” “That’s what he said,” I replied.

Riley shook his head. “He mentioned it the other day, but I thought he was making a joke. He’s the kind of guy who hardly studies and somehow still aces every class.”

“Maybe he’s onto something with his THC microdosing.”

Riley laughed softly. “Yeah, maybe. Hey, thanks for coming to my game yesterday.”

“Sure! It was a lot of fun. We’ll have to go to more of them in the spring, when they count.” I gave him a longer look. “You look nice.”

Riley was wearing a black suit with a cornflower blue tie that matched his eyes. It fit his slender body flawlessly, like he was a Hollywood actor on the red carpet and not a college senior.

“We had the team photo,” he replied. “We take one in suits, and another in our uniforms. I’m eager to get out of these clothes.”

“I’ve been eager to get you out of your clothes,” I blurted out without thinking.

Riley was surprised, but laughed. I laughed too. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, and seemed surprised to find it so short. He let his hand drop to his side again.

“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked uncomfortable, or maybe vulnerable as he stood there. “I’ve been out of it lately. Dealing with my own stuff. It has nothing to do with you, but I wanted to apologize. You and I had just started… becoming more than friends, and then I became distant.” “It’s okay…” I began.

“It’s not okay,” Riley insisted. “If the roles were reversed, and a girl did this to me, I would assume she was trying to tell me to fuck off. But that’s not what I want you to think at all. I owe you an apology.”

“An apology isn’t necessary, but I accept it anyways,” I assured him. “Cool.” He still stood there, looking awkward. It made the normally confident man seem… strange. “Have you started dating anyone? Since we last hooked up, I mean.”

I started fooling around with your roommate, I thought. “Not dating anyone,” I said, which was the truth. “Why?” Riley smiled at me.