EroticReverie

Dylan Dickson

"Can you set it up so this is over here?" she asks leaning over my shoulder from behind and I have to pretend that I dont notice her chest brushing my shoulder as my room mate Hannah points to the lap top screen where I'm working on her webpage. 

We'd been friends for quite awhile, and had met in her first year of college while I was finish up my last year.  She moved in with me and my other two roomates last year, but now it was just us in the apartment since our other roomates fell in love and moved out to get their own place together.  Thanks to Hannah's new side business venture, and my decent paying IT job, we were able to swing the apartment with just us. 

I was currently helping her start her own website, and tried as best as I could to ignore the fact I was coding and helping set up and deisgn a website the boasted several suggestive, barely clothed photos of Hannah.  "Hannah Hearts" was the name of the site. I told her using her real name wasn't a good idea when she told me she'd made an Only Fans last year to help pay for college and her share of the rent.  She'd argued that it wasn't her real name, because her last name was actually spelled H-a-r-t-z...not H-e-a-r-t-s.  "Plus it's super cute and flirty" she'd said.  

She'd even recently added and small red heart to her upper right ass cheek , something she promised her fans when she hit one million subscribers on her Patreon.  Hannah had already had quite a social media presence before she'd started dipping her toes into the sex work waters. So the sucess came pretty easily when she decided to take the leap. 

"Do you think the gifs of me sucking the lollipop is a bit too cliche?" she asks.

How do you tell your room mate, it didn't matter what she did, because she was hot, and men would pay to watch her such on literally anything, and not give a fuck about how over done or cliche it was? 

"No, it's not." I say as I hit save and show her the page with the new updates.

"We should have it live by the end of next week." I tell her, knowing I still have a lot to do as far as setting up the credit card end of things for her. 

She claps her hands as I close my lap top. 

"I'm so excited!" she squeals as she dances from foot to foot clasping her hands with her big dimpled smiled. 

I smile at her. "Im excited for you, it'll do great." I say and then slip my lap top into my bag.

"I have to head into work though. You gonna be home later, should I call you if I stop anywhere for food?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"I've got a hot date." she waggles her brows and shimmies herself and I chuckle. 

"Well, be safe." I say and sling my lap top bag over my shoulder.

"I will! Don't wait up!" she calls as I leave our apartment. 

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I spend all day, thinking about the fact she's going on another date, with probably, yet another douche bag that will only ruin her night, thus ruining her week when they want Hannah Hearts. Not Hannah Hartz. she snaps back quickly, but I wish I could strangle the guys that treat her as if she owes them something upon their first meeting, simply because she's part of an adult site, and does adult entertainment. 

"Hot roomate got you distracted again?" Tom who sits by me in the office asks. 

"what?" I ask, looking at him, breaking my daydream of Hannah's cherry red lips wrapped around that lollipop, and how much I love those lips when they're wearing only chapstick and how she looks even hotter when she's lounging in leggings and an oversized sweat shirt with her hair a mess and no make up on at all.  Yes, Hannah "Hearts" is a fucking dream. I'd be a fucking liar if I didn't admit that the "sexier" side of her didn't cause me to shame jerk it to her in the fucking shower. But, the fact I got to see Hannah Hartz. That I knew her, and got to witness her natural side, her funny, goofy , silly side. That's the Hannah that was running through my head the most. 

"I said, does your hot room mate have you distracted again?" Tom asks with a smirk. 

"You give her my number yet?" he asks and I roll my eyes and shake my head. Tom had met Hannah once, and asked me the same question every day since. The truth was Hannah did mention that she thought Tom was cute, but I'd lied and told her he was seeing someone. Because he wasn't good enough for her. I didnt want her wasting her time. 

"No. Quit asking." I say and move my mouse, bringing my sleeping computer screen back to life. 

"Just do it man." he says. "Just ask her out."

I'd admitted to Tom one god damn time that I was attracted to Hannah, and now that was always his follow up.  "Ask her out"   "hit that" 

"get to work." I grumble and ignore him as I get back to work myself and try to ignore Hannah's face in my head.  That blue eyed, freckled face. With those dimples, that was all currently framed by her long fire engine red hair that she'd just dyed. She said the read was on brand with the "hearts" aesthetic and it would look really good for the site. I didn't disagree, but I also thought she'd look good with any color hair. 

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I pick up chinese on the way home and open the paper cartons and set them out on the table, then pull off the plastic top of the entree dish of orange chicken and lo mein. I put some brown rice on a small plate from the carton and grab my own chopsticks from the drawer instead of using the paper packaged wooden ones that come with the meal. 

Just as I sit down, the door to the apartment open and I hear the thud of her high heels being kicked off and the door shutting behind her. When she walks around the corner in a simple long sleeved , only slightly low cut, satin red wrap dress that almost matches her bright right hair perfectly, and falls just above her knees, I have to physically force my jaw not to drop.  Her hair was pulled back by a barette on one side and fell in loose waves that I know she spent at least an hour on. Her makeup was fully done, which probably took her close to another hour, and her legs were smooth and shining, and I know she probably primped and perfected herself all afteroon and into the evening for this date.

But the look on her face let me know it was just another let down. 

I nod to the seat across from me at the small table pressed against the wall in the kitchen. 

"sit. Eat." I say. 

I wasnt sure if she'd already eaten but as Hannah said before, she always had room for dumplings and fried rice. 

She sighs and gives a little pout, her stained red lips blowing out a breath as she plops down in the chair and I try not to watch her legs as she crosses them and reaches over and grabs the pack of wooden chopsticks, stabbing them against the counter until they poke out the top of the wrapper and then she slides them out. 

"Didn't go well huh?" I ask as I pick up a piece of orange chicken.

"Nope." she spops her lips on the p, and then grabs the container of rice and  picks up a chunk with the chop sticks and shoves it in her mouth. I know her poor date wasnt amusing, but I thought she was extremely cute when she pouted like this. I didnt like that she was upset or annoyed, but her facial expressions, no matter the mood, were just always either precious or down right hot. 

"am I doomed?" she asks through a mouthful of rice and I smile, wondering if her fans would appreciate her the way I do when she shares the carefree, gives zero fucks side of her as she talks with her mouth full to me. 

"no. You are not doomed." I say as I pop the chicken into my mouth and chew. 

"Am I just ...stupid? For thinking that dating when taking my clothes of money I still deserve a decent guy? Or am I limited to now to the "nice guys finish last" guys, who arent even nice, at all, and think because I have breasts and an only fans, that they're entitled to a peep show because they're gonna pay my twenty dollar dinner tab? " she says and I swallow my food. 

"you know you're not stupid. You're just...you have some bad luck. Not all guys are going to be like that. " I tell her. because I believed it. I believed that out there, there were guys who werent going to expect her to be "Hannah Hearts" . They'd have hald a brain and know that women who decide to do any kind of sex work, were actual people. Not just robots for them to satisfy their fantasies with. 

"So what happened with this one?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes as she shoves another chunk of the rice into her mouth. 

"He straight up asked me, if I needed a co star." she says and I cringe. 

"Yikes." I say and she nods. 

"I should have said yes, and then brought him back here and embarrrased him when he realizes how he wouldnt be able to keep it up when the pressure was on him that a million people would be seeing him perform sexually." she says. 

"I could have pointed and laughed at his limp staged freightened dick." she grumbles and I chuckle, which makes her smile a little. 

"God when are men so....men." she says and I shrug. 

"we're jackasses." I say.

"You aren't. " she says and I shrug. 

"Well not all of us are. But saying not all men, makes me kinda sound like one of your 'nice guys' that arent so nice." I say. She smiles. 

"Yeah, guess you're right." she says and then sighs. 

"Can we bring this in there and watch a dating show that makes me feel better about the miserable state of my own dating life?" she asks and I laugh and I nod.

"sure."