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“I don’t know, boy,” Roxy smirked. “I would’ve thought better of you than to invite a girl to your room when your floor is all wet.”
Kane laughed. “I can’t remember it ever raining in my room before. I might need to speak to someone.”
Roxy giggled. She heard the TV and muffled footsteps. Kane didn’t live alone. “You’ve got a roomie?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Someone from work. He moved here from somewhere in India. I don’t have the backstory. We work in different sections of the office, and we’re not close, but hey, it helps to share the rent. He’s pretty low maintenance. Like, he does his thing, and I do mine.” He paused for a second. “He was meant to be out tonight. I didn’t think he’d be coming home until later.”
“You’re gonna need to smuggle me out somehow. Put your thinking cap on, brainiac.” She pinched one of his nipples.
“If you’re looking for a fast escape,” Kane replied, “I could throw you out the window, but we’re seven floors up, and it might not end well. Alternatively, maybe we could get dressed and make our way around the apartment like regular people.”
“I don’t think I’m a regular person, boy.”
Kane laughed. Hardly anyone on earth had an asshole as insatiable as hers. “One of the many things I love about you.”
They kissed one last time. “OK, let’s get dressed. Are you gonna introduce me to your roomie?”
Kane cleared his throat nervously. “Uhh… yeah, sure, I guess.” He opened his bedroom door, took Roxy by the hand and they walked to the living area together.
“Hey, dude,” mumbled Sanjay, staring at the TV. The remote was in his hand as he mindlessly flipped through channels.
“Sanjay, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Roxy.”
Sanjay glanced in Kane’s direction and locked eyes on the beautiful woman he was standing next to. He recognised her immediately. His jaw dropped in shock. He knew exactly who she was, and he knew exactly what she was famous for. “What did you just say?” His ears were ringing.
“This is Roxy. My girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Roxy, sashaying towards the couch. Kane’s warm thickshake was still swimming around inside her rectum.
Sanjay squeaked, still unable to form meaningful sentences. He stared at her. “You’re… I mean… you’re…”
Roxy smiled. She knew what he was trying to say. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Oh my fucking god.” Sanjay remembered the muffled noises he heard coming from Kane’s room when he arrived back home. The cogs of his brain whirred into action and eventually spat out an answer: his flatmate had just sex with a god tier pornstar. “Nice to meet you too,” he whispered. He accepted her hand. He felt like he was in the presence of royalty. He fought off the urge to bow.
Roxy collected her bag and her phone. “Well, I’d better get going.” She gave Kane a tight squeeze and a peck on the lips. “Thanks for tonight. Call me?”
“Yeah, babe.”
She closed the door behind her, waving playfully at her boy. She smiled to herself as she walked down the corridor towards the elevator, trying to picture how the rest of Kane’s Sunday night might play out.
Sanjay waited for a few seconds until he was sure Roxy was gone. “What the actual fuck, dude?”
Kane coughed nervously. “Yeah, I know, right?” A smile crept across his face. He wasn’t the boasting type, but at the same time, he knew how good this was.
Sanjay tried desperately to form coherent sentences. “She’s… like… she’s fuck, dude… she’s a porn goddess! I fapped my brains out to her two days ago, and you just fucked her in real life?”
“She’s really cool, dude.”
“Wait a second. Did you say before that she’s your girlfriend? You’re, like, literally going out with her?”
“Yeah,” Kane nodded. “You should’ve come to my standup gig last night. She was there.”
Sanjay didn’t want to intrude in his roommate’s sex life, but he simply had to know. “She loves it in the butt, right?” He’d never had anal sex, though he desperately wanted to find out what it was like. But unfortunately, even regular sex was rare for Sanjay. His handpussy saw a lot of sweet solo action.
“That’s right,” Kane grinned. “I just came in her asshole.”
Sanjay nearly exploded. “No fucking way. Like, dude, this is the wildest shit I’ve ever heard. Like, I’ve got a folder of her stuff stored on my hard drive. An entire folder of your real-life pornstar girlfriend!”
“We were texting earlier tonight, and things got lewd. She asked where I lived, and she came over with a bottle of lube.”
“Unbelievable. And she squirts when she cums, right?”
Kane smirked. “Yeah. Like, my room’s a mess right now.”
Sanjay tried to connect the dots. “I can’t process this. This makes no sense.”
Kane nodded. “I know what you mean. It’s taken me a month to process it myself.”
Sanjay blinked. “Wait. You’ve been fucking her for an entire month, and you’ve never mentioned it? I had no mecidiyeköy escort fuckin’ idea. Goddamn, if you can keep secrets that well, maybe you should be working for the fuckin’ CIA or some shit.”
“Well, you never asked,” laughed Kane.
Sanjay stopped to think for a minute. “I can’t recall seeing her in a new scene for a long time. Did she quit porn or something?”
“It’s a long story.”
Sanjay stole a quick glance at Kane’s crotch. “Fucking a serious pornstar on the downlow, huh? Man, you must be packin’ some serious heat down there. Dude, like, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly give off big dick vibes.”
“I’m half-Chinese, dude. I don’t get it either. I must be living proof that size isn’t everything.”
Sanjay was Indian. He understood completely. “Like, I can’t believe I’m gonna ask you this, but how big are you?”
“Average,” shrugged Kane.
“What’s average?” pressed Sanjay.
“Dunno. Don’t think I’ve ever measured it.”
“Bullshit. There’s not a single man on the planet who doesn’t know how big he is.”
Kane relented. “Five and a half. Six on a good day.”
Sanjay was a little smaller than that, but fuck, if Kane could hook a pornstar with a regular sized cock, maybe there was a glimmer of hope for him, too. “You gotta introduce me to her friends. I’m literally begging you right now.” He clasped his hands together in a desperate, pleading gesture of silent prayer.
“You know Jenna? She’s done some scenes with Roxy? Gorgeous brown eyed blonde chick, enormous set of pierced tits? Loves it in the ass almost as much as Roxy does?”
Sanjay did. He waited impatiently.
“They live together. They share a condo in Gladeview. I’ve watched them have sex. Also, the first night I met them, they both blew me.”
“What kind of hidden double life do you lead?” exploded Sanjay. “Are you an industry insider or something?”
“Again, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you some other time.”
Sanjay pleaded. “Dude, I don’t want this to sound creepy, but like, I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight if you don’t tell me.”
Tomorrow was Monday. They were both due in the office in the morning, but Miami never slept. Kane relented. He was almost as keen to tell his story as his roommate was to hear it. “Grab your keys. Let’s go out for a beer.”
Sanjay followed Kane like an excitable puppy.
*
The lights were out when Roxy arrived back home. Jenna was asleep. Roxy took a shower, dried her hair and went to bed with a towel on her head. Neither of them had set an alarm for tomorrow morning. They didn’t have day jobs. They didn’t need them.
Roxy slept lightly, almost restlessly. Every car that drove down the street outside her window seemed to disturb her, waking her up, even just for seconds, and she rose much earlier than she’d planned to. By the time she stirred, Kane was probably already at work, but to her, it still felt unnaturally early. She reached for her phone and scrolled through her socials for a few minutes. She needed to pee. Sighing in resignation, she threw back the covers and tiptoed to the bathroom.
Roxy sat on the bowl and let nature take its course. She looked out the window as she tinkled. Clear blue skies as far as the eye could see. It was shaping up to be a warm day. Spring break was approaching, and summer was on the way. Maybe she’d go for a swim this afternoon.
She pulled her panties up and headed to the kitchen. She made a pot of coffee and munched on some toast while she read the daily news on her phone. Brown crumbs scattered randomly across the kitchen bench. She pushed her red hair back behind her ears.
A message appeared. She smiled in happiness as she saw who it was from.
Kane: hey girl
Roxy: hey boy
Kane: just texting to say i love you
Roxy: just responding to say ditto… how’s your roomie
Kane: you fried his brain last night
Roxy: *giggles*
Kane: id better get back to work
Roxy: gonna send you lewd pics throughout the day, sexy boy :p
Jenna opened her bedroom door and stretched. “Morning,” she said, walking softly to the kitchen. “Coffee smells good.” She noticed Roxy’s thumbs working overtime on her phone and a gigantic smile dancing on her face. “Who you texting, babe?”
“Kane.” Jenna opened her mouth to speak, but Roxy shut her down. “I need to tell you something important, and I need you to hear me out.” Jenna stood, arms impatiently on hips. “Please come and sit down.”
Jenna poured herself some coffee. She felt like she was gonna need it. Reluctantly, she took a seat.
“I went to Kane’s place last night,” began Roxy, “and we had sex. Babe, I love you, and you know I love my career, and you know I want it back so fucking bad, I mean, like, I want the exact same things you do, but at the same time, I think I love him. I know you’re gonna choose porn over Moses, or at least that’s what I think you said, but I wanna see if I can beşiktaş escort have both. I don’t wanna have to choose, but if it turns out that way, like, I mean, if it turns out that I need to choose, I’ll probably choose Kane.”
For a few elastic seconds, silence filled the air.
Roxy expected Jenna to be angry, or at the very least, disagreeable, but she wasn’t.
“Babe,” came Jenna’s quiet reply, “I can’t tell you what to do, but like, this was always just gonna be about you and me.” She reached her hand across the table and placed it lovingly on Roxy’s. “Thirsty boys are everywhere. If this one doesn’t work out, there are shitloads more for you to pick from.”
A tear fell from Roxy’s eye and trickled down her cheek. Hearing Jenna dismissively describe Kane as ‘this one’ hurt. It was almost as if Jenna thought Kane was a random guy rolling past on an endless assembly line, but she took a deep breath and tried her best to move past it. “I don’t think you understand, babe. I didn’t plan for this to happen. Like, this is all so completely fucking unexpected. If we didn’t accost Moses on the street that day, and if you didn’t fuck him and if he didn’t ask Kane to come out with us for dinner one night, none of this would’ve happened. I mean, like, I wasn’t even looking for a boy. Like I said, I’ve been wanting the same thing as you. I’ve been focusing on the same thing as you. But suddenly, like, here I am. It feels like life has thrown me this thing, this unexpected opportunity, and… like, I mean… this is all gonna work out fine, I know it.” She paused briefly. “Kane’s not thirsty, he’s not desperate, he’s cool as fuck about everything, it feels like he’s into me as a person, and he’s so down to earth, which is so… I mean… like, that’s never happened before to me, and…”
“It’s OK, babe,” soothed Jenna, interrupting. She’d heard everything she needed to hear. She reached out to grip Roxy’s hand. She held it tightly.
“No, it fucking isn’t,” protested Roxy, her emotions finally overflowing. She burst into tears and pulled her hand away. “It’s not fucking OK. Why are you being such a cunt to me? Stop being such a selfish fucking bitch. Why are you making me feel like I’m doing something wrong? Why are you making me feel like it’s you or him? Why are you making me feel like I’m fucking everything up, including our entire friendship? We’ve known each other since forever, but lately, it feels like… it feels like… I mean, like, I can’t explain… I’ve never felt these things before… I’ve never felt like this…”
Roxy’s sobs intensified, and Jenna wasn’t completely sure what to say. “I just want you to be sure, babe. And if you are, I’ve got your back. If you think he’s cool with everything, we’ll make it work somehow.”
“I don’t believe you,” spat Roxy. “Like, for the first time since I’ve known you, I’m not sure which way to turn.”
“Besties look after their besties no matter what,” said Jenna. “And you’re mine.”
Roxy wiped her eyes. There was snot all over her face. “Sorry, I must look gross right now. But like, do you understand how I feel?”
Jenna was honest. “I’m not sure, but I’m trying to.”
“Kane’s not some fuckin’ random piece of dickmeat, you know,” Roxy sniffed. He’s different. I feel… like… I mean… I feel something with him that I’ve never felt before.”
Jenna took her friend’s hand once more. She tried to sense the gravity of what Roxy was feeling.
In this moment, perhaps that was the best response Roxy could hope for. “I thought you’d be furious when I told you about him.” She dabbed her bloodshot eyes.
Almost imperceptibly, Jenna shook her head. “I was thinking last night,” she whispered tangentially, “that maybe I made the wrong call with Moses. After we got home from Kane’s standup gig, I fucked him, and then as soon as we were done, I told him I was gonna do porn again and that him and me wouldn’t work. I didn’t kick him out, but as soon as I told him, he kinda got up and left by himself, very quietly, barely saying another word. Maybe you heard him leave, or maybe you didn’t. It was about two in the morning, I think. Anyway, I haven’t heard from him since. I thought about texting him, but I’m not sure what I’d say. I felt really unsettled yesterday, and like, maybe it came across.”
It did. Roxy thought her best friend had been touchy and abrasive, but now she knew why. “Maybe you should call him.”
“Like I said, I don’t know what I’d say.”
“Maybe tell him you fucked up. Maybe say you need some time to process some shit, so you don’t put pressure on yourself. But before you do, be 100% sure. Don’t dick him around.”
“I know.” Jenna ran her fingertips through her long blonde hair. “That’s good advice.”
“Like, he’s a nice guy, and he’s clearly into you.”
Jenna squeezed Roxy’s hand again. “Are you sure he is?”
Roxy wasn’t sure which of her two propositions Jenna was asking about. “He’s like 100% into you. But maybe etiler escort ask yourself this question and try to give yourself an honest answer. If you could only have one thing, if you could only have a resurrected career in porn or some kind of connection with Moses, what would you choose?”
Jenna remained silent for a long time. She stared out the window before looking down at her painted fingernails. “I honestly don’t know.”
“If it wasn’t for Moses,” Roxy continued, “we wouldn’t even be thinking about porn again right now. Like, he was the game-changer for us.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been thinking about that too.” Something deep in the marrow of Jenna’s bones told her she’d made the wrong decision, but she also knew there was no guarantee she could make things right again. “Imma call him.”
“He’s probably at work right now.” Roxy paused. “Do you know where his office is?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Jenna waved her phone. “I’ve never been there, but it shouldn’t be too hard to look it up. Why?”
“We could surprise him as he goes to lunch. I mean, if you wanted to.”
Jenna grinned. Her fingers danced across her phone screen. “What’s the time, babe?”
Roxy laughed. “Duh, you’re the one staring at your fuckin’ phone, bitch.”
Jenna gave her bestie the middle finger and a comical scowl before returning to her online research. “OK, I think I’ve found it. I think he takes lunch around half past twelve, and it’s half past ten now.”
“OK, so we’ve got plenty of time.” Roxy grabbed Jenna’s hand and led her to her room. She kissed her deeply, running her fingers through Jenna’s thick blonde mane. She kissed her neck, sucking hard. There’d be a purple bruise there tomorrow. Jenna moaned.
Roxy led her best friend to her bed. They undressed — they were still wearing their nighties, so the task was easy. Roxy groped and sucked on her bestie’s massive rack on her way down south. “No matter what happens with the boys,” she whispered, “and no matter what happens with porn, we’ll always have this.”
Roxy jammed two fingers in Jenna’s hot, wet cunt. Her mouth swallowed her clit; her cheeks sucked hard as the tip of her tongue flicked it mercilessly from side to side. “Fuck, babe,” seethed her roommate. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard if you keep doing that.”
Roxy stroked Jenna’s sweet inner thighs; she sucked even harder. “Cum in my mouth,” she whispered. She formed a tight seal over Jenna’s pussy before tickling her lips with her tongue.
All hell broke loose in Roxy’s mouth. Jenna’s back arched as she climaxed, her firm clitoris spasming on Roxy’s tongue. “Fuck, babe, stop, that was too much…”
But Roxy was only just getting warmed up. She tickled Jenna’s anus with her wet fingers for a few moments before a fingertip entered her deep dark cave.
“Fuck, babe,” seethed Jenna.
Before too long, Jenna came on Roxy’s face. “Roll over,” Roxy said, and her roommate lay supine on her mattress, face down.
Roxy parted Jenna’s juicy cheeks and ate her asshole like there was no food left on earth. Her anal scent was intoxicating. “You taste so fucking good, babe,” she whispered as her bestie writhed and squirmed on her mattress.
Jenna’s hand disappeared underneath her body and she brought herself to a succession of blinding orgasms as Roxy’s tongue remained buried in her sensitive stink. “Babe, maybe you should stop, I think I’m ruining your bed,” she protested. Roxy’s tongue only went further, even deeper. Jenna couldn’t hold back. Her eyes closed as she squirted all over her bestie’s bed sheets. She reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of Roxy’s thick red hair. “Stop, babe, fucking stop,” she pleaded.
Roxy looked up from Jenna’s ass crack with raised eyebrows, unsure what had raised the alarm. She could’ve eaten her anus for another hour. Her blurry eyes focused on Jenna’s face, her brow covered in sweat. “Kiss me,” Jenna demanded, and Roxy complied. “I can taste my ass in your mouth,” she said. Roxy forced her tongue deeper into Jenna’s throat.
“Did you like that?” Roxy smiled. Her entire face stank of Jenna’s ass crack.
Jenna grinned. “Bitch, you eat the best fucking ass.” She paused for a second. “You know, sometimes I wish I was gay.”
Roxy raised her eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because I’d marry you in a fucking heartbeat.” Roxy smiled in response, and their faces collided as they kissed some more. “Let’s go meet Moses,” continued Jenna, “and then this afternoon we can call our old agent and get this shitshow back on the road.”
“I had an idea yesterday,” said Roxy. “Maybe ‘Bitches Gone Bible’ is the past for us, I mean, given where things are for us right now, but I still want us to keep doing our Youtube shit.”
Jenna waited. A string of anal orgasms echoed faintly through her system. “You’ve got a better name?”
Roxy beamed. “Porn Again Christians.”
“Perfect,” replied Jenna. “That’s exactly us.” She paused for a second. “We should go to church next Sunday.”
Roxy nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”
They groped each other’s tits, playing with each other’s pussies and assholes, swapping the tangy taste of Jenna’s soppy anus between their mouths, until it was time to go accost an unsuspecting Moses on his lunch break.
For obvious reasons, they each brushed their teeth before leaving the condo, and Roxy washed her face.
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