A New Roommate

"So," you start, turning back to Alyssa, "do you live on campus?"

"Oh, no, I actually live in an apartment a few minutes away. I can give you the address if you'd like." She bites her lip, looking over her shoulder at you while continuing to present her ass.

"Well, that might be nice." You rub the back of your neck, thinking while Alyssa's eyes light up.

"Ok, great!" She rummages in her bag for a piece of paper and starts to write down her address. As she does, images of your assigned roommate come into your head, and all the problems that you had with the disgusting slob seem to have carried over into this reality and then some.

Even the simple act of sleep was hard with his nocturnal and loud lifestyle, let alone getting work done. And you still had to do that, hell, you already had projects popping into your mind that you’d have to get done soon. Apparently Charles really did only change the world based on your fetishes. Damn. Should’ve said that you had a fetish for women doing your work or something. Oh well, this didn’t seem too shabby so far.

What Alyssa said about doing anything for the ass fuck of a lifetime sticks in your head. Maybe you could finally get away from campus and your roommate.

Fantasies are one thing, but it isn't like you want to immediately devolve into an asshole taking advantage of every Latina that you see. Fuck them maybe, have some harmless fun that they'll like, but you still have feelings and care. For now, anyways.

Still, it would be nice to be able to get the money to have a better place. Alyssa seems nice though, and even if her boyfriend was fucking rude he doesn't seem half bad either. Maybe there's something besides money that you could ask for and that Alyssa would actually want herself.

You're shaken from your reverie as Alyssa hands you the address. She says, "Here you go John! Stop by anytime! In fact, would you want my phone number as well?"

You hesitate for a minute, then say, "Yeah, definitely! Here, I'll just pull up a new contact and you can put it in if that's alright."

"Of course, no problem." She takes your phone and you watch her as her fingers fly. It almost looks like her hands are shaking a bit from the nerves, which is pretty much as turned around as things could be from your old reality.

The whole thing only seems more surreal when you notice Caleb giving you a smile and thumbs up while you check out his girl. He whispers something to her, his hands pulling her into his side. Around you, the crowd seems to be alternating between staring at Alyssa's glorious posterior and muttering about your privilege or your generosity. Behind you, a distinctly feminine voice whispers, "Yeah Becky, he didn't even ask for anything! I know, right! So gallant, but that ass must be payment enough."

Huh, the Latina ass fetish might extend to every gender and sexuality. Maybe. You make a mental note to look out for that just before Alyssa hands your phone back to you with a small, hopeful smile. She says, "Here you go, I took the liberty of texting myself from your number so I could have it too. I hope that's fine with you."

"I'm glad you did, thanks."

"No, thank you! Um, look, I know this is probably a bit forward, but do you know when you might want to come by?" She takes your pause to be a bad sign, and quickly adds, "Um, and I would still love to give you whatever you might want, if you want anything."

Caleb and Alyssa look at you expectantly, and you notice him squeeze her midsection, seemingly in support. You meet her earnest eyes as a crowd mills around you, eavesdropping, and work up your nerve. Finally, you say, "Really, I could come by soon if you would really want that." She squeals in glee, her face lighting up. Before she or Caleb can say anything, you say, "I really don't want to impose on you, and I know that we've never really talked before, but I've heard that you're both nice people, and you've seemed great so far. This may be an odd request, but I've been having a really rough time with my roommate recently, and I was kind of wondering if you might be open to letting me stay with you. Um, if you have space and would feel comfortable. I could help you out with your, um... desire, too, whenever you wanted, and would be happy to do it."

As you spoke, Caleb and Alyssa stared at you, their expressions becoming more and more unreadable. Alyssa's eyes were wide, and she was about to speak. You're a nervous wreck, practically unable to do anything but tap your foot and stare at the ground, so you quickly say, "You know, that's really stupid, I'm so sorry for even suggesting that, I probably crossed a dozen lines there. Whenever you want me you can just give me a text and I'll head over though, just let me know."

You start to turn, certain that you screwed things up despite the deck being stacked heavily in your favor. For a moment it seemed like you wouldn't be able to put your foot in your mouth in this new reality, with a Latina at least, so you could already tell that your impromptu speech and bubbling anxiety were only going to be the catalyst for some seriously negative thoughts.

Before you could turn, though, Alyssa said, "Wait John! It's totally okay!"

You look up at them, biting your lip. While Alyssa rubs her shoulder and seems to flounder, Caleb claps his hand on your shoulder and says, "Dude, I don't want to speak for Alyssa, but I can fucking guarantee you that she's ecstatic that you just offered that. If you meant it."

With that, he fixes you with a look that looked almost kind, but it chilled you to the bone. Clearly, he was really into his girl, to the point he was apparently totally fine with you railing her ass as much as she wanted.

"Yeah, I definitely am! This is way too good to be true, holy SHIT!" Alyssa practically hops up and down, before realizing where she is. She takes a deep breath, smoothing her clothes, and then beams a brilliant smile in your direction. "Do you really mean it? I live by myself and have a spare room in case my parents stop by, so it wouldn't be a hassle at all. The bed in there is great too. They would understand, and they pay rent so you wouldn't have to contribute that either."

"You're sure? I could at least pitch in something."

She waves a hand and says, "Nah, you're totally good. My parents will definitely understand. You could move in anytime."

Caleb chimes in, saying, "Yeah man, her folks are loaded. Don't worry about it, just pay the rent with a handful of ass fuckings for my sweetheart here."

"Caleeeb," Alyssa says playfully while he gives her a gentle hug.

You smile, then say, "Okay, wow. Thank you so much! I don't have too many things in my dorm, would you mind if I moved myself in this afternoon? I don't have anymore classes today, but I have to get some work done and I'm sure that would be easier at your apartment. I'd be fine waiting though."

"No, no! That's no problem at all. Actually, here, let me get this." She rummages in her bad again, looking for something. As she does, you let your eyes roam her body a bit, taking in the jiggle of her tits and ass set off by her frantic pawing through her bag. She finally comes up with a key, hands it to you, and says, "Here you go! This is my spare key, in case I'm not home when you get there. I always keep it in my bag in case I forget my keychain."

"Smart," you say. "Thanks for this! I really hope I can make it all up to you, I really appreciate you being willing to let me barge in on your space."

"Oh, I'm sure you can make it up to me." Alyssa lets herself get comfortable and gives you a smoldering look, biting her lip. Suddenly, she blinks and says, "Oh, I almost forgot, but I'm doing something with Caleb after the game tonight. Will that be okay? We'll just be in my room, and the walls are, um, thick, but I don't want to distract you or anything."

You almost chuckle, the fact that this beautiful and nice girl was willing to give up her boyfriend time to make sure you fuck her ass getting to you for a second. You compose yourself, then say, "That's totally fine. You can just assume that most of the time, my old roommate was god-awful, so I'm sure we can work out living together better than that. But I'm very much in your debt for letting me stay with you, and it's your place, so please don't ever hesitate to keep living your life. Hell, you can even kick me out for awhile if you ever need alone time for yourself or your boyfriend. I won't mind."

She and Caleb grin, relaxing a bit. Caleb takes the lead, saying, "Thanks man. I'm really glad you're being so cool about all this."

Wow, that's a weird statement for you to unpack. It seems to you like you should be the one saying that, or the one getting punched in the face. Instead, you just stare while Alyssa adds, "Yeah, thank you John! You're a great guy. Maybe you'd be willing to take a break before I head to the game later? Um, so, you know, I can try out the real thing?"

She winces, almost flinching away. You just smile and say, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great Alyssa! I'll see you then."

"Great!" Alyssa smiles, biting her lip and staring at your waist. She shakes her head, grins sheepishly, and says, "Well, it's been great meeting you, but I do have a class that I'm going to have to run to now, so I'll see you later I guess."

She looks at you, hopeful and somehow still seeming to doubt her luck. You say, "Yeah, for sure! It's been great meeting the both of you, I'll be looking forward to later today."

Caleb gives you a wry grin, and says, "I'm sure you will man. I'm sure you will."

You rub the back of your neck, then say, "Alright, well, thanks again. I'll let you two lovebirds chat about your planned adventures and get to class, and I'll go get my stuff packed up."

"Sounds good, see you later!" Alyssa smiles, shooting one last **** look at your cock, then walks away.

Caleb says, "Yeah, nice meeting you. See ya." He hustles to catch up with his girlfriend while you watch Alyssa's ass swaying away. It's moving so much that you're almost wondering if she's trying to entice you even more somehow, as if you didn't already see her bountiful booty.

Your questioning is quelled when she shoots you a last sultry glance over her shoulder. Catching your gaze, she smiles and gives you a final wave before continuing to saunter quickly away.

Damn. It seems like you're going to have a great time in a few hours. Now you just have to figure out what to do in the meantime. The people around you start to leave, but you catch one petite Latina staring at you from the fringes with a hungry but sad look in her eyes. Before you can do anything, her eyes catch yours and widen, then she turns and practically runs, disappearing into the dispersing crowd.

She seemed cute, but you don't know what to do about it, so you file her image away for later, wondering if you should try to figure out more about this new world.