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My Roomie's ONS Ended Up in My Room - Part 7
🕑 Added 2024-10-14 09:01:18 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Heather stood frozen in shock for a heartbeat before quickly slamming the door shut. Panic surged through Mason as he instinctively pulled out of Noah, the thick, warm cum spilling from Noah’s spent hole, splattering across the sheets and leaving a chaotic mess on his bed.
“Shit! I’m so sorry,” Mason muttered, his voice laced with regret. Noah felt a wave of emotion wash over him, tears stinging his eyes at the thought of hurting his best friend like this.
“I think it’s best if you go now. I really need to talk to Heather,” Noah said, his tone heavy with sadness as he glanced at Mason.
“Yeah, I-I... Totally understand. Fuck, I’m sorry again,” Mason stammered, a sheepish expression crossing his face as he began to pull on his boxers. His hair was a a total mess, yet he still looked sexy in that moment.
“I’ll go,” Noah said quietly, the weight of the situation settling over him, as he put on his robe.
As he stepped into Heather’s room, he found it empty. A pang of anxiety twisted in his stomach as he quickly scanned the space and then picked up Mason’s clothes, feeling the soft fabric in his hands.
Out of the corner of his eye, Noah saw Heather sitting in the living room, but he didn’t turn to acknowledge her. He needed to get Mason out before facing her.
Returning to his room, Noah handed Mason his clothes. Mason hurriedly slipped them on, struggling to pull his pants over his bulge, which strained against the zipper. After a few awkward moments, he managed to tuck himself away, both of them stealing glances at the cummy, sweaty mess on the bed. A wave of embarrassment washed over Noah as they both took in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
Once dressed, they made their way to the front door, Noah following closely behind Mason, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
“Fuck, again! I’m so sorry,” Mason said, his voice thick with regret. “I just wanted you to know this meant something to me. I’m not proud of how it happened, but I don’t regret it one bit.” He leaned down and kissed Noah gently on the forehead.
Noah felt a rush of warmth from the kiss, but it was quickly overshadowed by a sense of guilt and confusion. “Good luck,” Mason added, stepping back. “I’m taking an Uber.”
Noah made his way back to the living room, each step amplifying the nausea and guilt swirling in his stomach. The weight of his actions pressed heavily on his chest, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded just moments before.
As he stepped into the living room, Noah caught Heather's eye, and she immediately stood up, looking completely sober now. “You little slut,” her tone cutting. Noah felt like the lowliest of the low, heat rising to his cheeks in embarrassment.
“I really didn’t think you had it in you—like, ever!” she continued. “Your morals have truly taken a dip since moving in with me. It’s like there isn’t a thing you wouldn’t do to get some dick.”
Suddenly, she burst into laughter, and Noah stood there, utterly bewildered, confusion written all over his face. “W-w-wait, what?” he stammered, trying to process her unexpected reaction.
Heather stepped forward and enveloped Noah in a tight hug, her laughter still echoing in the air. “You finally lost your v-card, Nomo! I’m so proud of you!”
Noah froze for a moment, the warmth of her embrace mixing with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. Confusion battled with a strange sense of relief. “But it wasn’t like that…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Come on, don’t be shy about it!” she exclaimed, pulling back to look him in the eye, her grin wide and genuine. “You should celebrate! It’s a big deal!”
Noah felt a mix of pride and shame wash over him. This was not how he had imagined the moment would go. “I just didn’t think it would happen like this,” he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt and confusion.
“Listen, Nomo, honey! I really don’t care!” Heather exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean, yes, Mason is stupid hot, but he and I are nothing. I met him at a bar some time ago, and then we randomly ran into each other tonight. I was planning on having some fun with him, but then I just decided to pretend to fall asleep.” She paused, her tone turning serious. “Sorry I didn’t tell you this, but I think I’m catching feels for C.J.”
“What? Mr. Fuckboy C.J?” Noah asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Well, yes! But I’m working on reforming him. You know I love these projects,” Heather replied with a wink.
“Even when they fail spectacularly?” Noah shot back, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
“Especially then! Because you’re always there to pick up the pieces. I owe you so much. And of course, I can spare some of my handsome ‘guy friends’ for you! You’re my everything! I would’ve definitely hooked you two up if I knew he was into guys. And fuck! In hindsight, he did talk a lot about The Summer I Turned Pretty. I should’ve known!” Heather chuckled, shaking her head.
“Yeah, kinda! But are you serious?” Noah asked, still trying to process everything.
“Of course! You know me, Nomo! Just stay clear of C.J, at least for the time being, you little ho’,” she teased, a playful grin on her face. “Now give me all the details! And I mean ALL the sordid deets. Don’t leave anything out! You finally lost your virginity! You know I’m your number one fag hag!”
Noah couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement, feeling a little lighter as the weight of the moment shifted.
Hey everyone! I’d love to hear your thoughts on what I should do next. Since this story is somewhat concluded, I could either continue it or start a new story I have in mind. Please let me know in the comments!
Comments
Devin
I’m so glad you decided to continue this. At the end of the story, before Mason left, I kept shouting “Get his phone number”. “Get his phone number!”
Blake
Yes, looks like its happening. Stay tuned:)
Brendan Gavin
I think there’s definitely a few more chapters here.. Mason need to come back into the story and see where it leads
