Heart You
Authors: Rene Folsom
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Lgbt, #Bisexual, #Romantic Erotica
Have you ever wanted something you know you shouldn't?
That forbidden fruit.
A temptation that will surely lead you down
the path of illicit indulgence, and ultimately, pleasure beyond your wildest
imaginations.
That was the daily torture Samantha put herself through when
she thought of her roommate, Kara.
Sitting alone on Valentine's Day, Sam found comfort in sharing her
innermost secrets with her trusty journal while lusting over the brown-eyed
goddess.
At least until Kara comes home
with a sizzling hot man and a night full of naughty games that would even make
cupid blush.
Copyright © 2013 Rene Folsom
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
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fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or
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For
R.L. — My spark.
J.R. — My match.
Impatiently doodling hearts
around our names as I waited for my roommate to come home seemed like the best
way to pass the time. I know heart doodles may seem childish to you, but I
couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone about my infatuation. So, I figured
fantasizing about her in my personal journal would suffice… for now.
To be honest, I’ve never been
the type of person to go for a girl, but there was something about Kara that
made my heart flutter every time she spoke my name. Considering we were not
only roommates, but also best friends, that happened quite often, leaving me in
a constant state of sexual frustration.
She was not only perfectly
beautiful, but her personality always seemed to lift my spirits. Her smile
alone would light up a room and make everyone pay attention. The mesmerizing
part of it all was that she didn’t flaunt her sexual powers like most women do.
She knew she was the most desirable thing around, yet she didn’t take it upon
herself to act like a total streetwalker. Her humble manner made her that much
more of a catch—in my mind anyway.
Valentine’s Day was always the hardest for me because Kara
was insistent on landing a man so she wouldn’t have to spend the evening alone.
I wish she would consider time with me to be good enough. Then again, I haven’t
let on that I have feelings for her beyond our friendship. So, it’s doubtful
she would even think to spend time alone with me on a romantic holiday.
The past two years I’ve known her, I went along with her
game and allowed her to set me up with some pretty horrific dates. This year, I
decided to keep my dignity and sit this one out.
“Samantha Mae! Get your ass out here! I’ve got a surprise!” As
soon as I heard Kara’s voice, my heart began to pound wildly in my chest. Hurriedly,
I slammed my journal shut and stuffed it under my mattress, grabbing a book off
my nightstand and pretending to read, just in time for her to poke her head into
my bedroom door. She swept her light brown hair out of her face as she peeked
in on me.
“Sam! Get your nose out of that book and come out here. We’re
going to play a game,” she said, just before turning and skipping back down the
hall with a black rose dangling from her hands. Her short skirt bounced,
showing just a hint of her ass and revealing she was wearing thongs tonight. Either
that or she was bold enough to wear nothing.
Oh, Christ.
I hoped
this was a game of the strip poker kind. Although, if she were naked in front
of me tonight, I doubt I’d hold back my desire for her. The sexual tension in
my clit was rising with each passing moment.
Following the path she took, I began making my way down the
hall and heard the rumbling laugh of a man.
Shit.
Just what I need.
Spending the evening watching her drool all over some
meathead was exactly how I planned to spend my V-day. Not.
Then again, I wouldn’t mind sharing if it meant I got to be
with Kara. Just once, I wanted to taste her. If I had to bed the meathead in
order to do it, so be it—the lucky bastard.
With a shrug, I rounded the corner to our living room just as
an over-filled water balloon came soaring in my direction, pelting me in the
center of my chest. The chill from the ice-cold water soaked through my clothes
and trailed down my bare legs. I guess I should thank my landlord for putting
tile in last week.
“What the hell!” I yelled as I looked down at my light pink
tank that was now completely soaked and leaving nothing to the imagination. What
a night to go without a bra. My nipples stood at attention in reaction to the
cold water, the dark circles totally visible through the soaked pink of my
frail and amazingly thin top.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Kara was right. These water balloons
were worth every penny,” a gruff voice said through fits of laughter. His
laughter was contagious and I couldn’t keep the smirk from spilling across my
face.
“Damn it, Daniel! What did you do?” Kara scolded as she
stood beside me. She had obviously just come from the kitchen because she had
more water-filled balloons cradled in her arms. Suddenly, Kara’s eyes went
bug-eyed as she stared at my tits. “Wow, Sam. He got you good! That shirt
doesn’t hide anything when it’s wet. You might as well not wear anything at
all,” she said with a shrug.
I was never one to be shy, so I just stood there glaring at
the man. He seemed tall, although he was sitting on our couch at the moment so
I couldn’t really tell. His short brown hair and muscular build made me think
he might just be military. As he stared at me and his laugh began to wane, I
noticed his eyes were the most breathtaking shade of blue I had ever seen. He
was definitely a handsome devil, but not nearly as beautiful as the goddess
that bounced toward him and sat on his lap.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was Kara walking into the room. I
honestly didn’t mean to get you all wet. Although, I have to admit, I’m not
regretting it now that I see the end result.” Daniel seemed to be proud of
himself as he wrapped his arms around Kara’s ass and continued staring at me
with a wide grin spread across his face.
“What the frack are the water balloons for anyway?” I asked
as I made my way further into the living room and sat next to the lovebirds.
Gag me now, please.
“Well, the water balloons were just an afterthought, but
obviously might be more fun than the silly game I made up,” Kara explained
while looking over at me and winking. Leaning back, I spread my arms out across
the sofa, clearly giving her an eyeful of my tits through my now see-through
tank. Her glossy lips curved into a smile at my bold gesture. Meathead sucked
in a quick breath and licked his lips, staring at me as if Kara wasn’t even
there. “Anyway, we were thinking of playing with these risqué candy hearts we
got at the monkey store…”
“Wait, monkey store?” I asked as I grabbed the box of
candies she held up. “Oh! The toy store! I totally forgot you call that place
the monkey store.”
“Yeah, well, I was thinking we could play some sort of
matching game and if we don’t get a match, we have to strip a piece of clothing
off. If we’re all stripped down and still don’t get a match, we then get pelted
by a water balloon!” Kara explained with excitement as she repositioned herself
between Daniel and me.
“And what happens if we do get a match?” I asked, knowing
she was definitely not done torturing me for the night.
“That’s the fun part! If you do get a match, you have to
perform whatever the hearts say to another player of your choice.”
Looking at the box of candies once more, I realized why she
was so excited about this matching game. These hearts were, without a doubt,
very graphic and adult in nature. I definitely wanted to play this game with
Kara. I could do without the attractive meathead on the other side of the couch,
but it looked as though I had no other choice. Besides, it’s not like he’s a troll
or anything. I’m sure Kara and I could give him a night he would never forget. As
long as I get some one-on-one time with her, I’ll be happy.
“I’m in. Let’s play,” I said, while grinning and tossing the
box of naughty candies on the table next to the filled water balloons.
This is gonna be fun.
“All right, Sam. You go first!” Kara directed excitedly. The
smile on her face always did me in.
Kara took the time to lay all the hearts out in even rows on
the coffee table, bending over in the process and showing her ass to the
drooling man in the room. As she angled my way, I reached over and lightly
trailed my fingertips along the inside of her leg from her knee to the curve of
her ass. I was feeling bold and she obviously didn’t mind.
A soft moan left her throat as she said, “Mmm. Getting
started early, are we?” Turning to look in Daniel’s direction, she realized he
wasn’t the one touching her. He was sitting back, lounging on the couch, mouth
agape, and watching every move my fingers made against her soft skin.
Hesitantly, I removed my hand from her ass. With a curious
expression on her face, she looked at me and her eyes went wide with surprise.
“Oh. Wow, Sam,” she said just before she softened her shock
with a smile. “Like what you see?”
“I know I sure as hell did,” Daniel blurted out over me. Leave
it to a man.
In an attempt to ignore his interruption, I kept my eyes
glued to hers and gave her a tender smile and nod. I definitely don’t want to
scare her away, but I’m done playing this waiting game. I felt fearless tonight
and damn it—I was gonna go for it!
Kara took me by surprise as she bent over so we were nearly
face-to-face. Her plump breasts, which I had an eyeful of at this angle, nearly
had me salivating like a man in heat. I bit my lip to hide my jaw-dropping lust
for her. Seriously, I’m a chick who just so happens to have a crush on her roommate.
I shouldn’t be acting so desperate out of lust for her, but I couldn’t help
myself. She had me captivated by her every move.
“Now, Samantha. You have to wait until your hearts match if
you want to touch me,” Kara said seductively as she licked her lips and turned
to sit beside me. Closing my eyes momentarily, I inhaled a shaky breath and was
rewarded with a waft of her scent.
Gardenias.
My favorite.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel adjust himself in
his pants. Yeah. If I got my way, he was definitely going to enjoy the
activities tonight. To tease him a bit more, I bit my lip and pushed out my
chest, causing my already hard nipples to press against the wet fabric even
more.
“Okay, so you want me to go first?” I asked, knowing full
well it was my turn but desperately trying to get her attention some more.
“Yep! Go for it,” Kara answered as she turned her body
toward me and placed her hand on my knee, causing my heart rate to ratchet up
even further.
I leaned forward and chose my first heart, allowing my
nipple to brush up against her knuckles through my soaked shirt. I flipped the
candy over to reveal the words:
Blow Me.
The phrase on the heart was not what I had hoped for. I don’t mind going down
on a guy. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it quite a bit. But I wanted tonight to be
only
about Kara.
The meathead was just eye candy in my opinion.
“Oooh! I bet Daniel is rooting for a match to that one!”
Kara said.
Knowing it would make Kara happy, I looked over at him to be
sure he was just as into this as we were and gave him a devilish grin. If we’re
going to have fun at this game, I need to play the seductress on all fronts. Including
him was key if I wanted to have a chance with Kara.
Turning my other heart, I read its words and realized I
would have to strip.
Bend Over
.
“Well, you know what that means!” Daniel said with eagerness.
“Strip!”
You would think my already wet, see-through tank would be
the first thing to go, but I was beginning to like how it was perking my
nipples up just enough to make Kara stare. So, I chose to remove my jean shorts
instead.
Quickly, while unbuttoning the shorts, I tried to remember
the type of panties I put on earlier that evening. Granny undies would be just
my luck in this situation. Thankfully, I remembered I chose a pair of lacy,
black bikinis for tonight.
Taking my time, I bent over and slid the jean shorts down my
smooth thighs. Stepping out one leg at a time, I could feel their eyes on me. The
idea Kara was enjoying this made heat pool deep down in my core.
I threw the shorts across the room and slowly sat back down
beside Kara, giving her a panty-drenching smile and a seductive lick of my lips.
After a moment of eye contact, Kara realized it was her
chance to go. “Goodie! My turn!” Kara cheered as she clapped her hands together
once and bounced lightly on the couch cushion.
Turning her first heart, I could just barely read the words
Kiss Me
. She didn’t waste any time
flipping another heart over and made a match. Let’s hope she wants to explore
the idea of kissing me. I would have a hard time not feeling rejected if she
chose to kiss meathead instead.
Kara looked at me and asked, “Do you mind?”
I was a bit startled by her asking for my permission. Wait. Was
she asking if I would mind her kissing me, or if I would mind her choosing
Daniel over me? I had to answer the question as nonchalantly as possible.
“Kara, this isn’t a game of make a match and then ask for
permission. You have to do what the hearts say to another player of your
choice. So, quit being a ninny and go for it,” I said in an attempt to be as
general as possible.
I watched her reach for the two
Kiss Me
candy hearts and clasp them between her dainty fingers. Seductively,
she brought one to her mouth and placed it carefully between her teeth so the
heart was upright and the words faced out.
