The Roomie and the Dealer

THIS PARTY IS FOR GROWNUPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OVER.

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"Well, you're early," I heard as the door was opened by a leggy, bouncy redhead in pink panties and a cropped Rolling Stones tank top. It showed plenty of lovely cleavage, and a bit of sideboob.

"Oh shit! Brian!" She jumped back, her pretty smile turning into a surprised look. She sort of covered up with one hand, but not really. "Sorry, I was expecting someone else."

"My bad, Ariel," I said to my girlfriend's roommate. "I probably should've called first. Is Kelli here?"

"No, she's not back yet."

"Oh, okay." I couldn't help frowning. "I thought she'd be here by now."

"Maybe she hit traffic," Ariel said with a shrug that made her boobs bounce nicely. I looked, she busted me and gave me a little smirk. I blushed and looked away.

"Well, I'll try back later." I started to turn away but she put her hand on my arm to stop me. Jesus, she was halfway out in the hall, dressed like that. My cock stirred slightly.

"It's okay," she said. "Come on in. Maybe you can give her a call, see how close she is."

She turned and I followed her into the apartment. She was wearing a thong and her ass was gorgeous. She glanced back over her shoulder and this time I managed not to get caught staring. Her sweet, pretty smile was back. Not for the first time, I wondered what would have happened if I'd met her first instead of Kelli.

"Have a seat," she said. "You want something to drink?"

"No, but thanks."

"You sure? I was gonna make myself some tea."

"Actually...yeah, tea sounds nice."

I was distracted by Ariel bustling around the kitchen, but then I remembered I needed to call my girlfriend.

"Hi there, you've reached Kelli..." Straight to voicemail.

"Shit," I growled.

"What's wrong, babe?" asked Ariel. I was a little surprised at the concerned look on her face.

"Nothing," I told her, but I had a feeling that wasn't true.

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She should've been home a couple of hours ago. She'd driven back to her hometown for the weekend, something that was becoming a frequent occurrence. She said it was because she missed her parents, but really it was so she could party with her old friends from high school. I guess I could have gone with her, but I tried that once, and it didn't go so well. Her parents weren't crazy about me and I wasn't crazy about her friends. So, I just gave her space, and she went back home maybe one weekend out of four or five. But now, six months into the relationship, she'd gone home the last three in a row.

That in itself wasn't the big problem. We could've talked through it. The problem started after she returned from the first of those three weekends.

"Did you hang out with your friends?" I had asked.

"Yeah, we went out Friday and Saturday night."

"Who'd you see?" I wasn't being nosy; I was just trying to act interested. I'd met a few of her old gang the one weekend I went home with her.

"A few people you know. Martina, Cindy, Josh. Some others...Dori, Carter..."

My ears perked up at Carter. Her big high school flame was named Carter. When we first started dating, she talked about him until it got annoying. I thought she said he moved out of town but maybe he was back. Or maybe this was a different Carter?

Well...how many people do you know named Carter?

I decided not to say anything. Even if it was the same guy, maybe he was just in town for a visit. It was just a bunch of friends hanging out anyway, what's the big deal.

But then she decided to go home the next weekend. Yeah, it bothered me. And it bothered me that I was being a jealous freak. Let it go, I decided.

When she got back, everything seemed fine. I felt relieved, and I felt good about not asking her about it.

Until mid-week, when I met her for dinner. She was already sitting at the table when I arrived. She was talking on her phone. As I got closer, I could see her face light up in a big smile...but not because of me. She hadn't seen me yet. There was a high-pitched giggle...the same one she did when we were in bed.

"Okay baby, see you-" I thought I heard, and then she spotted me. For an instant, I thought I caught a startled, guilty look as she disconnected. But she recovered so quickly I thought I must have imagined the whole thing.

"Hi baby!" She was up out of her chair, giving me a big warm hug, and everything seemed okay.

Friday morning, she texted me and said she was going home for the weekend.

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As Ariel continued to work on the tea, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Kelli.

-Hey babe i got tomorrow off so I'm stayin another night...dont text, phone about to die muah

Anger boiled up because she was blowing me off, and jealousy lurked close behind because this didn't feel right. Frustration tried to shoulder its way to the front, because this was the time I was finally going to confront her and ask what the hell was going on.

"Fuck!" I snapped. Ariel was staring at me, again with that worried look.

"What's wrong?" she asked. I sighed.

"Meh," I said, trying to force a smile. "Kelli's staying another night. No big deal, sorry." Suddenly Ariel looked even more worried. She bit her lip and looked away.

Okay, this was getting too weird. Ariel knew something, and she had a lousy poker face. I was trying to decide whether to say something, when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, sweetie, can you get that?" Ariel was still in the kitchen, loading up a tray with a teapot and some cups.

"Uh..." I hesitated. Sexy Ariel in undies, expecting someone else when I showed up, and now someone at the door...I wasn't sure if Ariel currently had a boyfriend, but I had a sudden vision of some angry gorilla ready to pound on my face.

"It's Genevieve," said Ariel, perhaps reading my reluctance. Aha, Dealer Gen. I hadn't met her but had heard of her. Ariel and Kelli were fairly serious stoners, so her name came up from time to time.

Genevieve was medium height and pleasantly curvy. She wore an eclectic combo of sneakers, big round shades, flirty pink sundress and cream-colored Panama hat. She had a big clunky purse over one bare, lightly tanned shoulder. Her features and mini dreads read mixed girl.

I smiled. She didn't. Without seeming to move a muscle, she somehow got her shades to move down her nose, and she regarded me with hard, cold, pale blue eyes.

"Uh...hi...I'm Brian," I stuttered.

"Well, congratufuckinglations on that," she said, still looking like she was thinking about shanking me.

"Gen baby, come in!" said Ariel. "We were just sitting down for tea. This is Brian."

"Yeah, we met." Gen continued to stare me down for another heartbeat. Then her eyes flicked behind me to Ariel, widened, and did a full up-down scan of the redhead's lightly clothed body. Eyes back on mine, and a twitchy little smirk.

"You DOG," she whispered.

"No, it's not-" Gen didn't wait for my explanation, just shouldered past me into the room.

"Well, you look like a snack," Gen said in her surprisingly husky voice. Ariel set the tray down and stepped forward into Gen's arms. They seemed to hold the embrace for an extra couple of seconds, as Gen's fingertips brushed Ariel's bare hips and lingered on the waistband of her thong.

I felt a surge of warmth in my gut and my cocked stirred when it dawned on me that Ariel was wearing that sexy little outfit...for Genevieve. Were they...? Was she...? No...surely Kelli would have mentioned it if she had a lesbian roommate. Maybe Ariel was just angling for a discount on Gen's merchandise.

"Nice eye candy." Gen nodded at me.

"Oh, he's-"

Kelli's boyfriend, she was about to say.

"I don't give a fuck who he is. You vouch for him?" Gen's voice suddenly had steel in it, and the air in the room went cold and hard like those pale blue eyes.

"Yeah, he's cool," said Ariel, her voice quiet and serious now. Gen gave us a funny little crooked smile, and the tension eased.

"Well okay then," she said. "Take a seat, big fella. Me and Ari got some bidness."

Ariel poured tea for everyone and then sat beside me on the small sofa. Her bare thigh rested against my leg. Gen dug a small box out of her purse, I guess a miniature makeup case. She fiddled with a combination dial and popped it open. There were three little plastic cylinders of the type that any pothead would instantly recognize. She withdrew two, then locked up the case and put it away. She opened one of the containers and held it under Ariel's nose.

"Mmmm...nice," breathed Ariel.

"Yeah, I upgraded you because you're hot," said Gen. Ariel responded with a flirty giggle.

"One hundred," said Gen, a hint of steel back in her voice. Ariel got a nervous look; Definitely not a good poker face.

"Um...oh yeah...let me ummm..."

Ariel went into her bedroom. She left the door open, and I couldn't stop myself from watching as she bent over and spent a long time fumbling in her purse.

"Fucking A," said Gen. She was leaning out of her chair for a better look. "That's top shelf right there."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Am I gonna have to fight you for that?" she asked.

"HUH?"

"Jesus, your face," she chortled. "Relax, lover boy. I'll stop by later for sloppy seconds."

"What! No, it's not...oh fuck never mind." Gen just laughed.

"Uh, hey," said Ariel as she returned. It looked like she had a single bill in her hand, and it didn't look like a Benjamin.

"Problem, sweetie?" asked Gen.

"Well, I thought Kelli was gonna be here, but she's not coming until tomorrow, right Brian? Brian knows, and she was supposed to have the money and I just had to pay the rent and I don't get paid till next week and-" she stopped rambling when Gen held up her palm. Gen did not look happy.

"How much you got?"

"Uhhhh...like...twenty?"

Gen gave an exasperated sigh, put the two containers and got up to leave.

"I put myself out for you. I fronted this, and I owe people too."

"Gen, wait!"

"We're gonna have another conversation about this." Her voice was an ominous growl.

"Gen, wait! I can pay you tomorrow."

"I aint running a bank, sweetheart."

"Or we could..." she trailed off. Gen stopped. They locked eyes. Then they both looked at me.

Okay, I got the hint. This was going to be a barter transaction, not cash. Not my problem, just get up and go. Except...I liked Ariel, and I felt uncomfortable thinking of her prostituting herself over a drug deal. For that matter, I didn't know Genevieve, but she was kind of scary, and maybe she had something in mind for Ariel that was worse than an evening of Sapphic delights.

And even though this was in no way my fault, I felt somehow connected to the whole thing, since it was my girlfriend that left Ariel in this bind.

"I got it," I said.

"You got what?" snapped Gen. She glared at me, her eyes yelling get the fuck outa here.

"The money. I got it. Plus, a little extra for your trouble." The stare stayed locked on me for another moment, and suddenly she smiled.

"Well now, aren't you an awesome boyfriend," she chuckled.

"Brian, you don't have to-" Ariel began.

"Yeah, he kinda does," said Gen, but her tone was slightly gentler.

Genevieve dug the two vials out of her purse and put them back on the table. I counted $120 out of my wallet, then added another twenty just to be safe. She gave me a surprisingly sweet smile and actually a little peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, eye candy," she said. Her eyes raked me head to toe. "It's always a pleasure doing business with a gentleman." Her sudden flirtiness brought some heat to my face. She noticed, batted her eyelashes theatrically and giggled.

"Keep an eye on him," she told Ariel as she headed the door. "Or I'm gonna steal him."

Her thick little ass was doing amazing things to that pink dress as it started wiggling its way out of my life forever. Except...

"Yo Gen," I said. "You wanna get high?"

The shades dropped; she regarded me with those hard eyes again. They softened when that quirky smile returned.

"Dahlin'," she Scarlet O'Hara'ed, "Ah thought you'd nevah ask."

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As the Professional in the group, Genevieve took charge of the combustibles. She broke down the weed and slit open a Swisher's with fine-tuned precision. I sipped my tea and watched. Her competence was pretty damn hot.

Ariel put on some music and sat next to me on the couch. She looked up at me with this big happy smile and the most adorable blush you could imagine. She mouthed "thank you" and I felt like I'd just slayed a dragon for her. I caught Gen looking at us and rolling her eyes. At some point I was going to have to correct her mistaken impression that Ariel was my girlfriend.

"So," said Gen with a leer, "Kelli's not back from her little, ah, rendezvous yet, huh?"

What the-

I'd been floating on a warm, fluffy cloud of fun, hanging out with two hot girls, but suddenly a cold trickle of ice water chilled my buzz. Ariel had a horrified look on her face and was shaking her head, trying to get Gen's attention. Gen was at a critical stage of the production process, so her eyes were riveted to the weed.

"Gettin a little extra sumthin sumthin, heh heh," she mumbled.

What the-

"Ahem," Ariel coughed. Gen still didn't look up.

"I been to that place they're stayin," Gen said. "Really nice. Right on the beach."

What the-

Kelli's hometown was nowhere near the beach. It was in the opposite direction.

"Ummm, Gen?" Ariel said. She looked like she was about to have a stroke.

"Well, you have that Kelli girl call me," said Gen. "I wanna hear all the dirty details."

What the-

"What the FUCK!" I snapped, rising angrily to my feet.

Ariel went full-on Captain Picard facepalm. Gen kept looking back and forth at us, completely confused.

"What did I say?" she asked. "Did I say something?"

"He's Kelli's boyfriend," said Ariel.

"Her boyfriend?" Gen looked even more confused, then realization dawned on her face.

"Oh, you mean the one from here," she said.

"HOW MANY FUCKING BOYFRIENDS DOES SHE FUCKING HAVE?" I shouted.

I paced. I clenched and unclenched my fists. I took deep breaths. I tried to get the rage to cool down to smoldering anger. I looked up, and both girls were staring at me. I'm a pretty big guy, and I must have been visibly pulsing with rage. Genevieve, for the first time since I'd seen her, looked scared instead of scary. Ariel had maybe-I-should-call-the-cops on her face, probably thinking I was gonna trash the place.

I stopped pacing. I took several deep breaths. I counted to ten. I told myself she wasn't worth all this. I opened my eyes; the girls were still staring at me, but they didn't look so scared.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry I yelled. I better go."

"Brian, wait!" Ariel moved to cut me off on the way to the door. She misjudged my speed and cut it too close. I couldn't stop in time, so I ran into her. Not too hard, but not gentle. Her boobs compressed against my chest, her hip made contact with my cock and hit my thigh pretty hard. She bounced away, off balance but not quite falling down. She grabbed by upper arm to steady herself and pulled toward me. Instinctively, I tried to catch her, my palm catching the smooth skin of her lower back and pulling her in. Her boobs pressed into my chest again, her thigh was between my legs and my three-quarters hard cock settled into bare firm tummy. My hand was still on her back, her arm had gone behind my neck, and we stared into each other's eyes, breathing hard, lips just inches apart.

"Fucking Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire," said Genevieve, masterfully shattering the mood.

We both looked away and broke the embrace, but she grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the couch.

"Sit," she said. "We need to talk."

"Okay." I sat, and she was next to me again, leaning into me a little, still holding my hand.

"Dude," said Gen. "Brian. I'm really sorry. I had no idea. I thought you and Ariel were-"

"No," we said simultaneously.

"Anyway, if Airhead Ariel had clued me in-"

"Hey!"

"It's okay," I said to Gen. I heard a sob from Ariel and turned her way just as she threw her arms around me and pushed her tear-streaked face into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," she said. "I didn't know what to do. I felt terrible for you, but I didn't think it was my place."

"Shhh, it's okay." I held her close and let her cry. I tried not to notice how wonderful her body felt in my arms.

"Not your fault," said Gen, moving closer and rubbing her hack. "Kelli's the one that put you in this position. This is on her." For a stone cold criminal, Gen was surprisingly sensitive and sweet. She knelt on the floor next to the sofa. Her dress rode up as she did, and, utterly inappropriate to the situation, I caught a flash of black panties between her legs.

Ariel pulled herself together, leaning back away from me and wiping her eyes. Gen went back to her seat.

"Two months," said Ariel.

"Huh?"

"You're going to ask how long she's been...seeing him. Two months."

Fucking hell. That seemed like a long time. Well, looking on the bright side, it was less than half the time Kelli and I had been together.

"Two months ago...Memorial Day weekend...she went home to see her parents, nothing unusual. She didn't know he'd moved back home, she hadn't been in touch with him in awhile, but there he was. They ended up hooking up. She came home all broken up about it."

"Yeah, I remember, things were strange when she got back," I said.

"She wasn't sure what to do. I told her she should talk to you about it."

"She did tell her that," said Gen. "I was here, they were talking about it."

"Anyway, she decided not to tell you. But she said she wasn't gonna back home for awhile, and she wouldn't return Carter's calls. But then a few weeks later she had to go home, her parents needed her for something. She said she was gonna stay away from Carter, but they hooked up again."

"And then she started going back more often," I said.

"Yeah. Each time, less guilt after. The last few times, she wasn't even telling her parents she was coming home, she was just shacking up at his place. And this weekend, they just went to this fancy beach resort."

"It's an awesome place," said Genevieve. "These secluded balconies, it feels like you're doing it out in the sand and the waves..."

"Not helping," said Ariel.

"Oh right, sorry."

"Things really changed over the last three weeks," Ariel continued. "She's on the phone with Carter all the time, she gets annoyed when you call. I told her she should be honest with you, and she got all mad and we had a fight. She's barely talking to me. She didn't pay the rent yet this month, which is why I'm short, Gen. I kinda think she's planning to just move out at the end of the month, stiff me on the rent and run home to Carter without saying anything to Brian."

"What a skank," said Gen.

"And here I am, covering for her...I should have said something, Brian. Why should I protect her?"

"It's okay," I told her again.

"Not really," said Gen. "She fucked you over, Brian. She's getting ready to fuck Ariel over. And she didn't directly fuck me over, but this woulda been an issue for me. I'm kinda tight on cash too, my lease is up this month and I gotta find a new place."

"Me too," said Ariel. "Unless I can find a new room--hey!"

"Hey!" said Gen a split second later. They grinned at each other.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Ariel.

"Pretty sure I am," answered Gen. "You sure you wanna room with a dealer?"

"There are advantages and disadvantages," said Ariel. "So I guess...fuck yeah!"

"Okay, we'll have a serious talk about this." Oddly, Gen was putting the weed back into the container. Ariel gave her a questioning look.

"You're not gonna get high with us?" she asked.