Kylie got the job at the urologist and I could tell she was happy to be working again. She almost always had a smile on her face these days. Of course I was happy for her, I knew how hard things had been for us both. It had been almost 2 months since she had lost her job at the hospital. The whole place had shut down because of a recent funding cut leaving Kylie unemployed with no warning.
Unfortunately, we depended on having two salaries and my job alone just wouldn’t cut it. That meant that we couldn’t afford our two bedroom apartment any longer. We had lived there for so long it had really become our home and any discussion about moving out only brought Kylie to tears. She was already so down about losing her job, but losing our home too was just too much.
That was when I found Jason online. He was looking for a place in the center city for a cheap price. We’d have to clear everything out of that second bedroom, but the money from renting it out would allow us to stay. When I brought it up to Kylie she shot it down immediately. She didn’t want some stranger living with us. As much as I agreed, it was also the only option we had. Kylie gave in, but made it pretty clear how much she hated it.
At least at first.
I don’t know what changed. In the beginning Kylie could barely be in the same room as our new roommate. I knew she resented Jason for taking away the privacy we once had. She told me it no longer felt like her home and she did little to hide her feelings towards Jason.
But things were different now. The two of them seemed to get along just fine. Better than fine in fact. They were practically attached at the hip these days. I guess I should be happy not having to deal with the hostility anymore, but I don’t know. Something just felt off about it. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was just the fact that Kylie and I hadn’t had any alone time in so long. Maybe.
We all settled into a routine with our work schedules. Kylie and I were up and out of the apartment before Jason was usually awake. Today was no different. I was getting out of bed as Kylie was getting dressed in the mirror. A purple thong today. My cock was rock hard watching as she moved through the room in only her panties.
I walked up behind her and rested my hands on her waist. My head naturally went to her shoulder and began to kiss up her neck like I had so many times before. I could feel her soft ass as I pressed my hard-on into her. She smelled sweet, like flowers, having just got out of the shower.
“Why don’t you take a sick day?” I whispered to her.
Her hands had moved to mine as I moved them to her toned stomach. “You know I can’t, Daniel.”
“Why not? We can spend the day together.” I began to move my hands up in search of her big breasts. Her skin was smooth. “I want you so bad, Kylie.” I ground my hips into her, leaving no doubt to my intentions.
But I was snapped out of my lustful quest as Kylie pushed my hands down and stepped away from me.
“Daniel, I only just started this job. It won’t look good if I’m already taking sick days,” she said, barely looking at me as she continued to get ready.
I sighed. Same story, different day.
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When I got back in the evening Jason was already home. Kylie would be back any minute. Jason looked up and gave me a head nod, then went back to whatever he was doing on his phone. Maybe I was imagining it, but it felt like there was an awkwardness between us recently.
I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Was I starting to blame him for the distance between Kylie and I? I mean he was one the reasons we hadn’t been intimate in so long. Kylie never wanted to do anything while he was in the apartment because she was so self conscious about how loud she would be. And it seemed like Jason was always around.
Or maybe I was jealous of how close the two of them had gotten? They spend a lot of time in the gym together and they would always be laughing and joking around with each other. I guess I just missed when I was the only person making Kylie smile.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind and forced myself to make conversation. He was my roommate after all. I didn’t want to have this awkwardness every time we were in the apartment together. And besides this was probably all in my head. Kylie and I were just going through a rough patch, I’m sure it had nothing to do with Jason. It would pass after a little while, right?
I noticed Jason’s massage table, folded in half, sitting next to him on the floor. “Do you have to lug that thing around everyday?” I asked, pointing at the table.
“Yeah, but it’s not too heavy. Most of my clients live in elevator buildings anyway.”
“Ah that’s right, they’re all filthy rich, aren’t they? Masseuse for the elite,” I said, half mocking. “It must suck having to rub down all those old guys.”
Jason smirked. “Nah, my clients are mostly women.”
“Oh really?” I said, slightly disappointed. For some reason I would have felt better if his job sucked.
“Yeah, usually the trophy wives who like to be pampered and need attention. Or the power hungry women who’ve climbed their way to the top of the career ladder that need to relieve some stress. I can’t complain though. The money is good and I wouldn’t be able to put myself through physical therapy school without it.”
My mind began to imagine all these beautiful women laying down on a table of my own, only a towel covering them. Their bodies covered in oil, as my hands moved up and down their slick skin. Maybe I take a quick peek under the towel. Maybe my hands wander a little and brushes up against their most intimate areas. Maybe they moan out my name in pleasure.
I blinked, remembering where I was. My horniess was getting the better of me these days. I could barely make it through a conversation without spacing out.
“Man, I’m jealous of you. Getting to touch these beauties all day long, what a life.” I wondered if Jason had ever made a move on these women. My fantasies continued to play in my head.
“Jealous of me? You’ve got the hottest one of them all, dude,” Jason replied.
I paused and looked at him. Did he just call my girlfriend hot? Jason averted his eyes. I mean, of course Kylie was hot, there was no denying that. But the girls I had pictured in my head were ones you’d see on TV or maybe some of those adult films that I’d been watching recently.
I brushed off his comment. “Yeah, but I bet some of these women are like super models.”
Jason didn’t respond right away, probably carefully choosing his words. “I don’t know, man. Kylie is pretty great. Not many people can hold a candle to her. You should –” Jason was interrupted as Kylie walked through the door, wearing her cute scrubs. They hugged her curves just right. We both looked up.
“Hey, boys,” Kylie said, beaming us both a big smile.
I glanced at Jason. Was he staring? He had just been talking about how hot she was. I looked her over and couldn’t ignore how sexy she looked without even trying. Was he noticing the subtle outline of her panties that showed through her scrub bottoms? Or how her nipples were always slightly erect? I shook my head again, that horniess returning.