Page 43 of Tapped By My Roommate
“It is,” I agreed. “Tonight, I wanted to try something, but if it makes you uncomfortable, just say the word.”
“Okay…”
I picked up the remote and navigated through menus, then selected a porn video. Ethan had been silent during all this. I shot a sidelong glance at him. His eyes were wide, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“This okay?” I asked. “I thought this might be a fun way to…explore together.”
“This is about roommates,” he said.
“Seemed fitting.”
The title on the screen read,Roommates get horny while watching porn.
I’d watched it—and a handful of others—before deciding what to choose for tonight. I didn’t want Ethan to be overwhelmed by something too hard core. This video was meant as more of a tease. I wanted to see his reaction to watching porn, see what turned him on, and I wanted to keep things interesting between us without going too fast.
Ethan might not object to going faster, but he might regret it later. I wanted to move at his speed, not mine—and I was hoping tonight, he’d set the pace.
“Should I turn it on?” I prompted when Ethan continued to stare at the screen without saying anything more.
“Okay.” He shifted a little. “It’s a bit weird, but we can try it.”
“It’s just for fun,” I said. “No pressure. I’ll turn it off if you’re not enjoying it.”
He mumbled something under his breath.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not worried about that.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”
He sounded like he was gearing himself up for a dental procedure rather than a relaxed evening of sexual release, but hopefully he just needed a few minutes to acclimate.
I turned down the lights and heard him sigh in relief. Then I hit play.
For the first few minutes of the movie, we were both snorting in amusement.
“The dialogue is just bad,” Ethan said.
“It’s all part of the experience,” I said with a grin. “Which roommate is hotter?”
“Definitely the dark-haired one,” he said immediately. “What did the other guy call him? Kevin?”
“Who cares what his name is?”
Ethan huffed a laugh. “You’re objectifying him.”
“Well, that’s the point of porn, isn’t it?” I said lightly. “I like Davis.”
“I thought their names didn’t matter,” he teased.
Davis was a slimmer guy, blond. It wasn’t lost on me that we each preferred the porn star that more closely resembled each other. Not that either of them really looked that much like us. The dark-haired guy had a much harder, older face than me. His hair was cut shorter. He was definitely bulkier. The blond guy didn’t have Ethan’s blue eyes, but a warm brown. He was all tatted up, and the idea of Ethan covered in all those tattoos was funny. Although, strangely enough, if I pictured the big hawk on the guy’s back as a Godzilla, I could almost see it.
The two roommates in the film had gotten bored and decided to turn on some porn. They were watching straight porn because this particular video was a fantasy of a couple of straight roommates watching male/female porn and getting so turned on they acted on it with one another.
Not an exact parallel for Ethan and me—thankfully. I preferred our own story. Ethan being interested in exploring an attraction to men, and me being able to guide him without any seduction necessary. I could be seductive as hell—with a knowingly consenting partner. But manipulation wasn’t my bag.
The dialogue had done its job to relax us, but now the porn video was beginning to get to the point. Both the guys rubbed their hard dicks through their jeans. “So horny,” one said. “Me too,” the other agreed.
I glanced over at Ethan. He was watching intently, but he wasn’t touching himself. Not yet anyway. I hoped that would change over the course of the video.
