Page 14 of On Your Knees

“Yes, I’m safe, but thank you for asking. They are very respectful, hot as fuck, and every time I see them semi-naked, my pussy wants to ride them.”

“Why don’t you? I mean, it saves finding a hookup.”

She sighs. “Nothing good ever comes from sleeping with a roommate.”

“Didn’t you say it was temporary? Maybe your last roommates were just immature. Set ground rules and see where it goes.”

“You’re wise, DarkSoul.”

“My name is Arlo,” I say. I’ve never shared my name with anyone online before, but something about her calls to me.

“Nice to meet you Arlo, I’m?—”

A muted voice in the background cuts her off. “Are you seriously about to tell a stranger on the internet your name? They could be some pervert in their mom’s basement, seeking beautiful women to kidnap.”

She laughs hysterically. “You called me beautiful!”

“That is all you got from that? I don’t know what he sees in you or why he keeps you around.”

“It’s my sparkly personality.”

“Thankfully, with our technology, he won’t even know the sound of your voice. We use the best Ridgeland has on offer. Just be careful.”

“Yes, daddy!” she yells.

I knew the voice sounded a little off. “Everything okay?” I ask as the game loads.

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh. “I think he has it out for me because I threw up in his car. I panic when I’m stressed, and I vomit. It’s not my fault. I think he secretly likes me, though, because apparently he is normally notat home, and since I’ve been here, so has he. Maybe he’s jealous—I know they fuck.”

“Your male roommates fuck?” I ask, not caring that the intro to the game is now on the screen.

“Yup, but they are not boyfriends. Commitment issues or something. Why? Do you not like men fucking?”

That makes me laugh. “No, I prefer men over women. I’m not opposed to a girlfriend one day, but I honestly don’t know if I could ever be happy with only her. I know it makes me sound like a prick to want my cake and eat it too.”

“No judgment here. So you want a poly relationship.”

“I don’t know. I think having a girlfriend and a boyfriend might work for me, but I think I’d want them to have a relationship as well.”

I talk a big game, but I’m not sure I’m ready to tell her how much of a loser I am. Talking to people in real life is a huge issue for me. I say the wrong thing, my cheeks go bright red, and I run. My experience amounts to one blow job from Millie Baker in my senior year of high school, where I came in her mouth after like thirty seconds. She then said, “Is that it?” and I went red as bile rose in my throat. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t look at her again and have actively avoided women since. Being a virgin at twenty-three is embarrassing, and I think I might die that way. It’s fine, my hand gets a good workout.

“You should do whatever you want, as long as everyone consents.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

That makes her laugh. “If it’s what you want, it could be. Tell me what you look like.”

“I don’t think it’s so much what I look like. I’m average height, about five ten-ish, dark curly hair that could do with a cut, but I won’t get it until my mom forces me. Oh, and red flag, I still live with my mom at twenty-three.”

“Hey,” she states. “Personally, I think it’s a good quality if you treat her right. My grandmother always used to say you can tell a lot about a man from how well he treats his mom.”

“I treat her well; she is my best friend.”

“Tell me more about what you look like,” she encourages.

“Not much else to tell. Dark eyes, tanned skin, lots of tattoos. My cousin Joey owns a shop and uses me as his guinea pig. Lucky he’s pretty good.”

She chuckles. “I’m not hearing a downside, unless you’re really an old man in his mother’s basement luring in unsuspecting victims.”

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