Roomies

The end of november was nearing as Edith stepped out of the beach side house she now called home. Dressed for her morning run, she looked out towards the beach as she stretched out to loosen up her stiff limbs. With December pushing just around the corner there were hardly any people out, only the true locals stayed beachside over the winter, she had been informed by one of the neighbors. Most of whom had left their beach homes for the inland sights that the massive city had to offer. 

With a deep breathy sigh, she breathed in the refreshing California coast air. She pondered for a moment if she would tire of the sun rises and sun sets and if she did would she lose the desire to live? After all, both were the beginning and end to the present, making the day just lived that past and the future today. Each was a gift to be cherished and not to be taken for granted as she had reminded Mike from time to time when he questioned her early morning habits. 

Checking her Fossil watch, she hardly called 8:00 a.m. on a saturday early, but with his schedule he required all the sleep he could get. Shaking her head at the thought, she realized she had never met someone who slept as much or as often as her roommate. He could and did sleep anywhere and everywhere. She would often find him passed out on the couch with NHL Tonight on the TV, his ever faithful companion right by his side when she crept down stairs for a glass of water. She'd turn off the TV and throw a blanket on the man, wondering how he survived without someone there to make sure he didn't lose his credit cards.

Speaking of whom, it was the last day of the deal they had made when she had first moved in. The last day she would be spoiled by him making a hardy breakfast for her to feast upon. Yeah, believe or not Mike Richards was a good cook... Well, when he wanted to be. There had been a few times when he had set burnt, half ass made pancakes on her plates when he was too tired to care about her pleasure or discontent. Laughing, she recalled how he had flipped her off and told her to fix something else or starve.With that she decided to turn back home, Mike would probably be up by now considering he had a game tonight. She hoped he would make something special considering it was his last day. 

Upon entering the house, the sight she was greeted with was shocking. Standing in front of the refrigerator in every inch of his birthday suite was Mike. He was oblivious to the fact that she had walked in on him in naked glory. She couldn't help but drool as her eyes moved down his body, examining the tattoos on the back of his arm and on his shoulder. She relished how the muscles on his back rippled as he picked up the gallon of milk and drank from. If it had been Jason, she would've throw a fit about drinking directly from the jug but with Mike, she found herself too entranced by him to even utter a word. Her mouth dropped to the floor as he turned back towards the electric stove what made him a man on full display. It was more than part of her had ever wanted to see of her room mare, but the other side relished seeing another man's peacock. Now, she understood why so many girls wanted to have him in their beds.

"Holy shit, dude!" The words, accidentally, slipped out her mouth before she could stop them. Covering her mouth, she watched as he became aware of the situation they were in. The frying pan in his hand moving to cover his manhood, in hope to restore some of his modesty. His eyes wide with shock and surprise, his cheeks as red as a lobster from embarrassment. Neither moved for a moment or too, both recovering from the ordeal.

"Wow, oh fuck... I'm gonna-I'm gonna go put some clothes on...." Mike rambled, scooting around the island, before he gave up hiding what had already been seen, then he ran up the stairs, and slammed the door behind him. 

A whining noise pulled my gaze away from the second floor, glancing down Arnold was staring up at me with his big, brown eyes and holding his food bowl in his mouth. The poor thing had been ignored all morning and was probably starving. Taking the bowl from the lab, Edith walked over to where Mike kept his food. Arnold sat down in the spot where he was usually fed, waiting patiently for her to serve him his food. The dog took quickly to his food as soon as it was seated before him.

By the time, Mike appeared from his bed room Edith was laid out on the couch once again checking her e-mail on her MacBook Pro. Her headphones were plugged into the laptop so he doubt she'd heard him come down. He was still impeded by the fact that she had seen him strake naked. Not that he would've normally cared if she had been some other girl, but she was his roommate so he had to see her everyday. A small part of him was pleased by her reaction when she saw his cock. He was glad she was impressed by it to say the least. 

Turning his thoughts back to fixing breakfast to make up for well his stupidity. He decided that crepes would be the best bet because they were so diverse in what could be done with them. Mixing the batter wouldn't be too difficult either. He just hoped he didn't burn them, but he felt like he had improved in his skills in the kitchen because of the bet. Before he hadn't ever really cooked anything but for the last 10 days he had been forced to cook better for not only her but himself and he thought he was overall doing a pretty damn good job at it.

The smell of frying batter wafted through the air and into Edith's nostrils as she types away at her computer answering emails from worried friends and family members. She explained her situation but left out the part that her new room mate was a man, let alone a professional hockey player. Finishing up the message to her grandparents she shut down the MacBook and set it on the coffee table before flopping back onto the couch to watch Mike cook. Sure, it was an indulgent way to enjoy spending time with her room mate but she found it soothing to watch him work as he cooked away. Glancing up from his first attempt at a crepe, he gave her a shrug and a smile,

"Sorry, if I shocked you."

Edith couldn't help but smile back at him, placing one hand upon her chest and the other of her forehead before she dramatically said,

"Oh, yes, you should be sorry. I have been scared for life and am not sure if I will ever be the same!"

Snorting at her, Mike began pouring the next crepe onto the frying pan. "It's not my fault you just so happened to walk in when I had just woken up."

"Well, it's not my fault that I didn't know that you sleep in the nude," She rebuttled, waving him off, "What time did she leave last night?"

"I didn't-" Mike objected, a pained expression on his face. He had completely forgot about her..

"A likely story," She muttered under her breath, "Then how come I heard you stumble into the house with something high pitched and giggly.

Mike flushed, knowing that he had been caught red handed and decided that instead of her continuing to prod at him that he should just confess. Just as he was about to say something his conquest from the night before could be heard creeping out of his room and down stairs. There was an air of triumph in her posture as the fake blonde looked down at him from her perch, but it evaporated when her brown eyes landed upon Edith stretched out upon the couch, who's own smug look told her that she had been caught. 

"Wow, Mike, you really know how to pick'em. Blonde, fake, and all whorey. Jesus, she's not even wearing underwear." Edith applauded her room mate, moving a hand up to to rid her of the image of the slut's own nether region. The other girl crossed her legs, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"You're a bitch!" The girl exclaimed in all seriousness but her valley girl accent only made Edith choke with laughter.

"Poor thing, I know it's hard to realize the truth. I hope the skin cancer you get when you're forty doesn't treat you, too badly. Kay?"

Scoffing at Edith's words the girl ran out of sight and out of the house. Mike stood in confusion trying to piece together what had just transpired. To his own surprise, he couldn't believe that the brown haired beauty seated on his couch had turned to so volatile so quickly towards the other girl. The sad part about it was that it totally turned him on. Eddie's got some spark to her. No doubt, she was the same way in bed.

A burning sensation engulfed his hand which had been laying on the frying pan as he watched the girls. Seeing that it had touched the hot black metal, pulling it away as quickly as possible he yowled in anguish,

"Shit! Goddamn it fuckin' hurts!"

Jolting up from her seat on the couch, Edith ran over and grabbed his burnt hand, the coolness of her own hands was soothing to the fire his was still feeling in his nerves. Arnold, too, had come over to investigate at his master's distress. She immediately, ran some cold water into the sink and forced his hand down into it. Hissing, at the chilling sensation, he winced as the burn fought the change in temperature.

"I'm going to go get some burn cream and wrap from the first aid kit. Leave your hand under the faucet until I come back." Her demeanor was not one to joke with now. She was worried about him and she was going clean him up.

Dashing up the stairs, she quickly ran into her bathroom. Digging in her cabinets for the first aid kit, she had purchased after she sliced her own finger open while slicing some tomatoes for a salad and had to go to the emergency room for stitches. Retrieving the burn cream and gauze, she ran back down stairs to treat Mike. To her surprise, he hadn't moved his hand out of the ice water. She, instantly, felt sorry for him and tenderly moved to further examine the seriousness of his burn.

Mike could hardly breath as he watched Eddie gently take his hand in her's. The softness she held in her eyes almost made him shudder as she looked over the burn. Sighing, she placed some burn gel on her finger and began to adhere it to the red skin. 

"Well, you shouldn't need to go the the emergency room since you don't have any charred skin. But since it's a burn, you're gonna feel like it's on fire for a while. Ok?" Eddie informed him as she wrapped his hand up. 

Overcome with wide array of emotions he had felt in the past hour, he took her face in his unmared hand and smother her lips with his own. Not thinking, not caring about everything else. She kissed back just as hard, clutching onto his bicep as he hitched her leg around his hip and sat her on the counter. Stepping between her thighs, he smirked into the kiss as her hands groped and clawed through his curly hair. 

Pulling away to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against hers. Her eyes fluttering open as he did so. She blinked as she processed what had just happened and pushed him away. She was torn by how wrong it was to make out with her room mate and how good it felt to have him pressed against her. The hurt that flashed in his eyes made her so desperately want to bring him back into her arms and take the hurt away, but it wasn't meant to be. It was too soon to want about another man. It was like adding salt onto an open wound. She fought for an excuse, but everything her jumbled mind could come up with sounded so lame. So she settled on,

"I have to go."

Hopping off the counter, she ran out of the house and made her way toward the beach. She had to get away from him, she had to clear her thoughts, she had to forget about the past.