EroticReverie

Roman

I told Robert, my roommate, that it was terrible idea to let his sister move in as our third roommate when our friend Tyler moved out with his girlfriend. 

I told him it wasn't a good idea, tried to remind him of how little they got along when living at home. He told me it was fine, that he'd barely even see her, being that she'd be doing her internship at their uncles company during the day, and working a job as a bartender at night. 

"She'll barely even be here. Plus it's only temporary, until the year internship is up, then when she's actually being paid decent, she'll get her own place, or maybe even find a roommate before then." he had said. 

To be honest, I wasn't worried about them getting along, I was worried about having to keep my long time crush on his little sister a secret again. 

When we moved to New York City from upstate, it had been just enough space to get my mind off of Daphne Brooks. She was only a year younger than us, and has always been my crush, since we were kids. 

We told our parents when I was 6 and she was 5, that we'd be married. 

But as we got older, while my family was still close to theirs, I became best friends with her brother, which then meant, she was off limits. 

I was tortured watching her go out with guys that weren't me, tortured watching douche bags break her heart. 

Daphne was in one word, a fucking goddess, and now, seeing her hop out of the uhaul truck parked along the curb in front of our apartment building. She hasn't changed a fucking bit, other than the light dusty rose color of her hair. 

Her hair is up in a  bun ontop of her head, messy strands hanging out and a few framing her face as she hops out in tight jeans, with white sneakers, and a plain somewhat loose white t shirt tucked in. 

Her 5'9" frame stands tall and she stretches her arms into the air after their drive, and then catches me watching from the front of the building. I'm leaned against it, one foot up against the wall, hands in my pockets and my heart pounds when she recognizes me and her perfect white teeth flash as she grins and squeals my name. 

"Roman!" she yells and runs across the sidewalk as I push myself from the wall with my foot to stand and brace myself for the incoming hug. 

She jumps into my open arms and flings herself against me, arms around my neck hugging me. 

"Miss me?!" she squeaks as she lets her arms slip from around my neck and gives me a playful wink. 

"Who are you? Do I know you?" I eye her suspiciously, teasing her. 

"Dick" she says and slaps my chest and then pulls me into another hug.

She still smells the fucking same, like marshmallow. She's used the same sweet smelling lotion and body spray since middle school. I try not to inhale the scent too deeply. 

"Glad you're here Daph" I say and rub my hand atop her messy bun, further messing it up, she swats my hand away. 

"Don't lie to me" she narrows her eyes and sticks out her tongue. 

I only smile and chuckle. 

"Reunion is over" my best friend says walking around the truck, and opening the back of it. It's a small uhaul. "Come help me Roman" he says. 

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After 3 hours, we've got Daphne's room set up, her bed and dresser where she wants it. Her book cases along the wall and her boxes stacked full of clothes, as well as all of the damn books she bought. Those were a bitch to haul off the truck. 

"You guys hungry?" she asks looking between her brother and me. 

"Starving actually" I say. Daphne's caramel colored eyes look at me and nod. 

"Pizza and beer?" she asks cocking her brow. 

"Hey, you're not 21 just yet...you have a few weeks to go" Robert says to her and she rolls her eyes and then we just laugh and she pulls her phone out of her pocket. 

After we tell her the best place to order from we all walk into the kitchen and Daphne opens the fridge. 

She lets out a laugh. 

"Yeah, can definitely tell it was just two dudes living here." she says looking at our fridge with an entire shelf designated to a few different kinds of beers, a single gallon of milk and a few condiments and containers of leftovers on the top shelf. 

"Good thing we have you to shop for us now." I say. 

She scoffs. 

"I'm your roommate Roman, not your mother." She snips playfully and I laugh. 

No, you are definitely not my mother Daphne Brooks, I think to myself, letting my eyes take in her ass and how good it looks when she bends over to the lower shelf grabbing us beers. 

I only chance the glance at her ass because Robert is turned the opposite way. If Robert knew how badly I wanted his little sister, he would have never let her move in here. 

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Daphne

Roman Hudson, was still the same. It'd only been a year since I'd last seen him, when him and my brother Robert, came back upstate for Christmas. Not that i'd expected much to change, things like his 6'4" frame, his always toned, and slightly muscular arms that my nights were often spent thinking of wrapped around me. His hair was a little longer now, a new style. In highschool the girls loved his surfer look blonde hair, as did I. He'd shaved it all off his senior year, causing every female and quite a few male hearts to break.  He'd grown it out just a little now, the sides were still short, the hair ontop longer, and still long enough to pull on....if needed of course. 

When I saw him leaned up against the building in dark jeans, and a black t shirt, his hands in his pockets like he was fucking modeling, I felt my heartbeat race in my chest, and...between my legs. 

It was tragic that he was my brothers best friend, because Roman Hudson was a rumored exceptional lover among the girls he dated.

Watching him drink from the neck of the bottle of beer, and his adams apple bobbing as he swallows makes my entire body tingle, and my mouth water, as I absent mindedly just hold the bottle to the edge of my lips as I imagine kissing that throat, getting close enough have his smell rub off on me, that expensive cologne he always wears, drives me fucking crazy. Drives any woman crazy really. I'm pretty sure it's probably made with some aphrodisiac scent to make him irresistible to women, not that he needs any assistance in that area. 

When he sighs and sets his beer down, and runs a hand through the hair atop his head , I look away before my ovaries explode, before those disgustingly bright blue eyes turn my way. 

"So how is..what's her name?" I ask my brother who looks to me and rolls his eyes. 

"Her name is Amy, and she's just fine" he says. 

I give a little smile.

"If by fine you mean, he totally plans on ending things with her." Roman butts in. 

Robert glares at him and he just shrugs and I laugh. 

I give a dreamy dramatic sigh. 

"New York Citys unattainable bachelors" I bat my eyes, clasping my hands and bringing them to my cheek. 

My brother rolls his eyes. 

"yeah, right" my brother laughs and I giggle taking a sip of my beer. 

"And what about YOU and that girl I saw on your Insta Roman?" I look to him and he looks at me and I try not sound jealous, just curious. 

"Internet stalking again Daph? You know, we talked about this." he teases and I roll my eyes. 

"Things uh...probably arent gonna work out" he says.

At this Robert looks to him. 

"Why dude? I thought you liked her?" he says looking genuinely confused. 

Roman just shrugs, his eyes for a brief moment looking to me before looking away and grabbing his beer. 

"Just not feelin it. I actually broke things off last night." he says. 

"damn" my brother says.

Yes. Damn indeed I think to myself , swallowing a large gulp of my beer. Knowing that Roman is single...definitely, is going to make it a hundred times more difficult to not act on the urges I've been having for him since I fucking hit puberty. 

Roman just shrugs again and looks to me. 

"What about YOU little miss" he says and I roll my eyes. "Any long distance suitors?" 

I almost cackle as I laugh at the word suitor. 

"No my lord... no suitors" I laugh and scrunch my nose and shake my head at his nonsense. 

"Well do me a favor...if you find any here in the city...go to their place...not here...I don't want to hear my ...sister..." Robert makes a face of disgust.

"Oh, please, grow up Rob" I roll my eyes and laugh. 

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Roman

I feel my cock twitch at the idea of hearing Daphne get off. My nostrils flare of their own will, and my jaw clenches as I then start to think about her bringing anyone back here, or going back to any guys place. My grip tightens slightly on the beer bottle in my hand, because I honestly hadn't thought about it. Having to see her date other guys again. I already went through that torture. 

"Maybe...we don't talk about EITHER of you screwing right now...were about to eat soon...nobody needs to lose their appetite" I say and take a swig of beer. 

Daphne swats my arm with the back of her hand making me jump and smile down at her. 

Robert laughs and walks out of the kitchen and to his room. 

"Let me know when the pizza is here" he says. "I have to call Amy" he says. 

"ooooooo" Daphne says , teasing him like a school child. 

I laugh slightly as Rob flips her the middle finger and walks away. 

I feel nervous, so fucking nervous being left alone with her. I find a way to keep my hands busy so I don't put them all over her.