Christmas With My Boyfriend… and His Roommate

My boyfriend, Blake Finch, has passed out drunk on the bed. All I hear is his loud snores.

But his roommate, Dylan Olson, begins to scoot closer to me. I can feel scorching heat rolling off his body.

"Giselle, what should we do now that Blake is asleep?"

A mix of embarrassment and a quiet thrill shoots through my veins, making my throat go dry.

"No… Ah… Don't do this… He's going to wake up…"

As soon as my voice falls, I feel a hand rest on my butt. Soon, it starts groping me.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men.

Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules.

The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect.

Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time.

I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

Blake pushed me against the door after he locked it. His kisses were hot and messy, making my mind go blank.

I let my hands slide down from where they were pinned against the door, feeling how his skin burned against my fingertips. Desire was set aflame in my stomach and slowly traveled upward, burning away the last of my rationality.

I trembled as we moved clumsily against each other.

Blake pressed his warm palm against my lips when I involuntarily let out a short whine.

"Shh, keep it down, babe," he murmured, his hot breath fanning across my ear and making it tingle. "My roommate might come back at any time. It won't be good if he hears us."

My cheeks burned. I didn't know where to put my hands or feet. Yet my body tensed with excitement when I heard Blake's words. I felt like I was going insane from the mixture of embarrassment and thrill that spread through me.

I could feel Blake's warmth seeping through my thin sweater as he held my waist with one hand and unzipped my skirt with the other. Then he slipped his hand in through the zipper's opening and hooked his finger around the edge of my underwear.

He tugged it before letting it snap back against my sensitive skin, sending a violent tremble through me that had me nearly losing my balance.

The cold wind billowed in through the window, blowing directly against my naked waist.

I shivered at the sensation, which also seemed to jog the last bits of rationality that I had left.

"D-did you buy… that?"

Blake paused before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I bought it a long time ago."

He rummaged through his coat pocket for a moment before going completely still. He cursed under his breath and murmured, "It's gone."

I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, extinguishing the flames of desire within me.

I shoved him away and said coldly, "Well, aren't you going to buy some now?"

Blake didn't budge. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzled against my skin while his hands roamed all over my body.

It didn't take long for him to get me all hot and bothered again.

"Be good and wait for me," Blake murmured when he finally let go of me.

He grabbed a small bag from his bedside cabinet and shoved it into my hands, saying, "Change into this. I'll be back soon."

He then grabbed his keys and bolted out of the room.

I looked into the bag. Inside was a black, lacy nightdress—a few measly pieces of fabric held together by some thin straps.

I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage.

It was as if there were two tiny voices inside me. One screamed and berated me for being utterly shameless while the other shouted in an even louder voice for me to hurry up and put on the dress.

In the end, my desire overpowered my shame.

The lace felt cool against my warm skin, but I still felt as if I was burning up all over.

I looked down at my own body.

The black lace barely covered the important parts, but it made my skin look even paler and more alluring. The straps also accentuated my luscious curves. I realized that I looked even more captivating in the dress than I would have if I was just naked.