Back in the flat

I got back to the flat a couple hours later, still buzzing from the coffee and the filthy recounting of my night. The door clicked shut behind me, and there was Danny on the couch, exactly where I’d left him earlier, remote in hand, some random show playing low on the TV. He glanced up, his expression a mix of relief and something heavier.

“Hey, Danny” I said brightly, kicking off my shoes and padding over.

He muted the TV. “Hey. You were gone a while.”

“Yeah, just catching up with Mia.” I flopped down on the armchair across from him, legs tucked under me, still wearing the loose t-shirt and shorts from earlier. The neckline was wide and sloppy after the long day. I leaned forward a bit as I spoke, letting the fabric dip low enough that one nipple peeked out, pink, still a little sensitive from last night. I pretended not to notice, but I caught the way his eyes flicked down and then quickly away, his cheeks going pink.

Danny cleared his throat. “Look, Sadie… next time you bring someone home, could you maybe keep it down? The walls aren’t that thick. I heard… a lot.”

I bit my lip, a little thrill running through me at the thought of him lying in his room listening. “Oh shit, sorry. Was I that loud?” I shifted, letting the shirt slip just a fraction more before tugging it casually back into place. “The guy was… enthusiastic. Rough in the best way, you know? Hands everywhere, bending me over, making me scream. Guess I got carried away.”

He looked down at his hands, gripping the remote tighter. “It’s fine. Just… you left me at the party. One second you were dancing, the next you were gone with that guy. I looked for you for like an hour before I gave up and came home alone. Felt kinda shitty.”

Guilt twisted in my stomach for half a second, but it mixed with something warmer. Poor Danny. Always the reliable roommate, never the guy who gets the wild night. “Aw, Danny, I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment. You’re the best for coming with me though. My quiet, sweet flatmate who puts up with my chaos.” I smiled teasingly, leaning forward again so the downblouse view was obvious for another beat. “You should loosen up more next time. Find a girl, dance, have some fun instead of thinking me all night.”

He mumbled something and looked back at the TV, clearly flustered. I stood up, stretching so the hem of my shirt rode up my thighs. “Anyway, I’m gonna go freshen up.”

I headed to my room and closed the door, heart beating a little faster. The conversation had left me worked up again, the memory of last night, the way Danny’s eyes had lingered on my tit, the knowledge that he’d probably heard me getting railed through the wall. I stripped off the t-shirt and shorts, lying back on my bed naked, legs spread. My hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit already slick.

I closed my eyes and pictured it, i'm sure he was beating his meat thinking and hearing me getting desstroyed by a stranger: Danny in his room, cock in hand, stroking slowly at first as my moans started filtering through the wall. The stranger, Alex, had me bent over my bed, pounding me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass while I cried out. In my fantasy, Danny matches the rhythm, pumping faster as I screamed “Fuck me harder!”

My fingers circled my clit faster, dipping inside to feel how wet I still was from the night before. I imagined Danny pressing his ear to the wall, breathing heavy, jerking his cock while he listened to me getting destroyed. The stranger flipped me onto my back, legs over his shoulders, slamming deep while I came loud enough for the whole building. Danny would be leaking pre-cum, stroking furiously, imagining it was him making me scream like that or enjoying the fact another man was. He’s just the roommate that is always listening and never touching.

I pinched my nipple with my free hand, the same one I’d flashed him, rolling it as I rubbed my clit in tight, frantic circles. The fantasy shifted: Danny hearing the second round, the wet sounds of the stranger fucking me missionary, my voice breaking as I begged for his cum. Danny coming hard in his fist at the same moment the stranger filled me up, biting his lip to stay quiet while I wailed through my orgasm.

“Fuck…” I whispered, hips bucking as the real orgasm hit me; sharp and shuddering, thighs trembling, fingers soaked. I rode it out slowly, thinking of Danny cleaning up his own mess alone in his room, aching for the girl on the other side of the wall who would never see him that way.

I lay there catching my breath for a minute, then wiped my hand on the sheet and got up. A quick shower, fresh clothes—cute top and jeans—and I was presentable again. My phone buzzed.

Mia: Hey, come over? Need your advice on this new crush. He’s texting me and I’m overthinking everything. Bring wine?

Me: On my way, babe. Be there soon.

I stepped out of my room, clean and dressed. Danny was still on the couch, staring at the TV without really watching.

“Heading to Mia’s for a bit” I said casually, grabbing my bag. “Don’t wait up if I’m late.”

He nodded, giving me a small, sad little smile. “Have fun, Sadie.”

“Always do,” I winked, and slipped out the door, the memory of my orgasm and the idea of flustered face lingering like a secret thrill. Just roommates, but that doesn't mean i can't play with him...