Daddies Brat

Leslie

On the walk home, there was a burning ball of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. It frustrated me every bit as Sophie had.

What was up with me tonight? I wondered if it was because Riley was being distant, or because that sorority ho-bag stole Avery away from our friendly evening out. I kept thinking about the way she constantly touched his arm, and batted her fake eyelashes, and laughed at everything he said. It was like she was begging him to titty-fuck her giant melons.

That image stung the most: the two of them together. Naked. Her lips brushing against his perfect washboard abs. It was ridiculous to feel that way because Avery was just my roommate. I kind of had a thing with our other roommate, which was already against their house rules. It made no sense that I should be jealous about the way he acted with a girl who had clearly known him longer than I had.

Yet there was no denying it: I was attracted to Avery.

This is what happens when I don’t get laid for almost two weeks, I thought while crossing the intersection onto the street where we lived. I passed the big Kappa sorority house and imagined how good it would feel to throw a rock through one of the windows.

The living area was empty when I got home, although I heard music playing in Riley’s room upstairs. I considered marching up there and stripping off my clothes-let’s see him turn down sex when a naked woman was straddling him in bed. But I wasn’t in the mood for that. It was also a shitty thing to do. He had asked for some space, and I should respect that.

Instead, I took one of the other gummies Avery had given me, chewing it in my mouth for a long time, letting the flavors absorb into my skin. I wondered if that would get me high quicker than just swallowing it. Then I plopped down on the couch and found a nature documentary on Netflix.

Morgan Freeman was the narrator.

Nice.

Harper came out of his room a little while later. “Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you guys come home.” “Just me,” I replied.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He appeared next to me by the couch with a can of ginger ale. He gestured at the TV and said, “This is a good one.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “You’ve seen it?”

His auburn eyebrows narrowed in a frown of concentration behind his glasses. Harper had a different kind of attractiveness than his two roommates, but he was still quite handsome. He had the air of an adult, not a college kid who was just screwing around. I could already picture him out in the real world, wearing a suit and tie and sitting behind a desk. I bet he looks hot in a suit.

I shook my head. What had gotten into me lately?

“It’s the one that’s both about the universe, and about nature on earth,” he replied after a moment. “They do a good job of tying it all in together. From supernovae to chimpanzee embryos.”

“Woah,” I said. The edible was definitely kicking in now.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I tried to say in a very serious tone.

He stared down at me skeptically. “You seem like you’re off. Avery didn’t… hit on you tonight, did he?”

“Nope,” I replied. “He actually did the exact opposite.”

“I see.” He turned back to the TV, then nodded. He seemed relieved.

“Want to watch some of this with me?” I asked.

He gave me half a grin. “I’m heading to bed soon. Maybe another time. Good night, Leslie.”

“Night!” I replied. When I heard his door close a few seconds later, I relaxed. I was already starting to feel paranoid about him knowing I was high, which was dumb.

Avery got home a few minutes after that. “You’re not studying?” he asked.

I turned to him and shot back, “You’re not blowing your load all over that skank’s tits?”

He blinked at me in surprise, then started laughing. “No?”

“It was a rhetorical question,” I replied, turning my attention back to the

TV. “You two seemed to be having a lot of fun.”

“Not really,” he said, dropping down onto the couch with me. There was a full cushion separating us. “I was having more fun with you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, even though I don’t have perky volleyball tits.”

Avery snickered. “Her tits are more like softballs, I always thought. They’re also fake. Her roommate told me she had surgery last summer.”

“Guys like fake tits. Those things were perfect geometric orbs. You could calibrate a protractor on those things.”

“They’re fine,” he admitted. He leaned a little closer. “I might be crossing a line here, but you shouldn’t be jealous. Yours are way better.”

I couldn’t possibly see how he would think so, but the compliment immediately raised my spirits. “If hers are softball sized, then what are mine?”

Suddenly he narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re high, aren’t you?”

“High isn’t a boob shape.”

“Yep, you’re totally baked,” he laughed. “Give me a minute and I’ll join you.” He got up.

“To watch the show,” I asked, “or to get totally baked?”

“Yes,” he replied while disappearing into his room. He came back a minute later. “I have a THC oil pen in my room. It’s like a vape, but without all the nicotine and flavors and bullshit. Just THC. Harper prefers that I don’t use it in the common areas.”

“You didn’t want to take an edible?” I asked.

“Edibles take too long,” he said while sinking into the couch next to me. He was a little closer this time. “And based on your happiness level, I need to catch up. Oh, score. A nature documentary.”

“With Morgan Freeman narrating!” I said happily.

For a few minutes, we allowed ourselves to be transfixed by Morgan Freeman’s smooth voice.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t go home with her,” I said after a bit. “I haven’t known many guys to turn down sex like that.” Somehow, I managed to stop myself from mentioning that Riley had done the same thing to me.

“I told you. I don’t want to mix business with pleasure. And I don’t like her personality.”

“You don’t have to like someone’s personality to hook up with them,” I said.

Avery shrugged. “I do.”

I doubted the truth to that statement. Then again, he hadn’t gone home with her. He was here, with me. A girl who he thought had better boobs. Even if that was a lie, it meant he had looked at my boobs. He had thought about my boobs. He had weighed and measured them in his head like someone picking out cantaloupe at the grocery store.

I blinked at the TV. My mind was wandering like a cloud. I was pleasantly high. Enough to be relaxed, but not enough to be a zombie.

A thought began to coalesce in my head, and I said, “Wait a minute. Why do you sell them drugs? Weed is legal.”

“Their sorority house is drug-free,” he replied. “It’s the policy of their national charter. If they buy weed from a dispensary, their driver’s license gets scanned and they might get kicked out of the sorority.” His brown hair swayed as he shook his head. “Just goes to show that banning something doesn’t stop people from finding ways to get it. Better to establish moderation instead. My ex, Jess, was really passionate about that.” “Jess!” I suddenly said.

Avery flinched. “What about her?”

“The other day, you said something that stuck out. You mentioned she was your ex. All of yours.”

I could tell I caught him off guard. He tried to recover, but he was already halfway to the town of Stonesville, so it was like watching an actor trying out faces in a mirror. “I don’t remember saying that.”

“Yes you did. You said we used to date a girl named Jess. We. Plural. The word we means more than one person.”

“Is womansplaining a thing? Because you totally just womansplained English to me,” Avery said with a laugh. He twisted on the couch to face me. “Okay. You really want to know?”

“Please and thank you.”

“Jess was a friend of Harper’s,” he began. “She moved in with us here for sophomore year. Same room you’re in now. Harper kept claiming she was just a friend, but we could tell he had a crush on her.”

“Did you make a pact not to hook up with her, too?” I asked.

“Nope. Jess is the reason that rule exists. One night, when we were all really drunk, the three of us hooked up. Me, Jess, and Harper. It was hot, but when we sobered up the next morning, we all agreed it was a mistake and we shouldn’t do it again. But two nights later, it happened again-while we were sober.”

Sounds familiar, I thought, remembering how Riley and I had hooked up.

“We kept it casual. Sometimes she and I slept together, just the two of us. Other times it was Jess and Harper. I can’t remember when Riley joined in on the fun, but soon he was part of it, too. It lasted for the fall semester, and most of the spring.”

“Until…?”

“Until it came time to renew our lease. Jess admitted that she had feelings for all three of us, and couldn’t choose. We told her she didn’t need to pick one of us, that we could keep doing what we were doing and not add any labels to it, but she disagreed. When the semester ended, she moved out. And then, in the fall, she transferred to Cal Tech.

“We found a guy to be our roommate the next year. He was a total slob. Never cleaned his dishes, left messes around the house. That’s why we looked for a woman this year.” He gestured. “And here we are.” “Wow,” I said, at a loss for words.

“That’s why we made a pact not to hook up with you. Not just because being respectful is the right thing to do, but because of Jess. Harper was the most hurt by her, so he’s been the most emphatic about the rule. He doesn’t want another situation like the last one. It would kill him.” Avery pointed to the TV, suddenly distracted. “Woah. They have a camera inside the bear den. Isn’t hibernation crazy?”

“Sure,” I said, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just told me. Three guys sharing one woman. Having threesomes. And even more. My imagination took over as I pictured them with a faceless woman, passing her between them like she was their toy. Had they done it on this couch? They must have.

I was incredibly turned on at this point, and it wasn’t just because the weed had me relaxed. I wanted someone to tear off my clothes and ravage me badly. I wished I could go upstairs and pounce on Riley, but he must have gone to sleep over an hour ago. Not to mention he was in his weird funk.

And if he wasn’t going to claim me…

I glanced over at Avery and the intrusive thoughts returned. I imagined him bending a girl over the couch and fucking her from behind. I blinked, and Harper was suddenly there, shoving his cock into the girl’s mouth while Avery continued pounding her.

I wanted to bombard him with questions about it. Now that I had learned about Jess, I wanted to know everything. But he was smiling at the hibernating bear on the TV, having already put the thought out of his head.

That was totally unacceptable to me, so I leaned over on the couch and kissed Avery.