Page 4 of My Russian Roommate

“I’m glad you enjoy my cooking. I usually eat it all by myself so I don’t know if it would taste good to other people. But, it’s my mother’s recipe so I don’t know how to make smaller portions so there are always leftovers.”

“That was lucky for me, anyway,” I say and let out a big yawn.

“Looks like you might be ready for bed. You can take my room. I’ll sleep on the couch,” he tells me.

I look over at the sofa that’s about a foot too short to hold his body. I shouldn’t be feeling this way but I’m suddenly desperate to have him sleep next to me.

“That sofa is too small for you to sleep on,” I attest.

“Then I’ll take the floor. It’s alright. I want you to be comfortable.”

“I saw your bed when you got me the towel and clothes. It’s plenty big enough for the two of us. I promise I won’t try any funny stuff, and I’d feel better if you just slept in there with me. I don’t think I could rest comfortably knowing that I made you sleep on the floor.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, brows pulling together.

“Yes, please. Just do it for me so I don’t feel like so much of a burden.”

“You’re not a burden. I invited you into my home, and I want you to be comfortable.”

“I will be if you sleep in there with me. Honestly, I insist. Please?”

“Alright, alright. If you’re sure that is what you want. Are you ready for bed?”

I gulp down the last of the wine in my glass and nod.

3

THE STRANGER IN MY BED

LEV

Leah nestles into my big bed with her back to me and quickly drifts off to sleep. I don’t know how she does it. With her lying beside me, sleep is the furthest thing from my mind. Dammit. It’s gonna be a long night.

I peek under the blanket and trace the curves of her body with my eyes, and it takes all the willpower I can muster to keep from putting my hands on her. I take a deep breath and let it out in a big sigh as my brain alerts my cock to her presence and it slowly stiffens. There’s no way I can fall asleep with a raging hard-on so I slip my hand inside my shorts and slowly stroke my manhood as I watch her sleep.

As I quietly service my swollen member, a fantasy begins to play out in my head. It starts with me lying here just like this. Leah rolls over and sees me. I’m mildly embarrassed, but I don’t stop because she doesn’t look away. Clearly, she likes what she’s seeing so I pull off my boxers to give her a three-sixty view. Slowly, she reaches out and takes my cock from my hand. I watch as her tiny hand struggles to hold it. I am, after all, very well endowed.

After a few hard tugs, she maneuvers closer and drops her head into my lap. I run my finger across her smooth, pink lips, letting her know my expectations. Still holding my shaft, she licks the tip and sends me reeling with excitement. I reach down and take her head in my hands as she wraps her lips around me and I fuck her sweet, angelic face.

I’m so caught up in my fantasy that I begin yanking wildly at my desperate and hungry dick. My brain bolts back to reality when I realize that I’m about to come in my shorts. I don’t want to wake her with grunts and moans so I grit my teeth and tighten my abs as a milky volcano erupts and drips down my fingers. I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing just in time for Leah to roll over and cuddle up beside me.

I suck in a sharp breath. She drapes her arm across my chest and her leg across my thighs. Is this just coincidence or was she pretending to be asleep and listening to me the whole time? I don’t know but if she stays in this position with her tits and tight tummy pressed against my arm, she’ll be waking up to my morning wood. I can’t wait to see how she reacts in that situation.

After a few restless hours, I finally drift off to sleep with this wayward angel wrapped around me. In the morning, I open my eyes to see her sitting straight up on the other side of the bed. She looks at me and says, “I think I got a little too comfortable last night. I’m sorry if I hogged the whole bed.”

“You mean when you rolled over and wrapped yourself around me?”

She drops her head and blushes, “Yes, I don’t know why I did that. I’m used to sleeping alone.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I didn’t mind at all, believe me.”

She looks at me and in the sweetest, more sincere tone says, “Maybe I just felt like I needed to know you were there.”

Without a second’s hesitation, I hold my arm out and say, “Come here, little girl.”

She doesn’t seem quite sure of herself, but she scoots over and lets me put my arm around her shoulders. “You’ve been through a rough time and I’ll be here for you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But why? Why do you want to help me? You don’t even know me.”

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