EroticReverie

Dylan

I do well at keeping my thoughts of Hannah and what she must be doing in the other room at bay. I watch a streamer playing one of my favorite video games as I feel my phone vibrate.

"Pizza?" the text says from Hannah.

It's been a few hours and it was standard for her to be starving after, as she never ate the day of or the night before if she was doing anal. Which, apparently was part of todays set list for her. It'd come up one time when I was altering her site, tagging the videos for what they contained. I'd sheepishly asked her if it ever got messy. Hannah was extremely open, and it wasnt that I myself was inexperienced. I'd just....never done anal. She'd explained how she's careful of what she eats the days leading up to it, and will stop eating the night before all together, and then that she also cleans herself out the morning off. While some people maybe be squeamish or nervous talking about things like that, Hannah was an open book. There was no question she wouldnt answer, as long as people were respectful about it. And of course, I always was. I was just, curious. 

"sure." I type back. Pulling off my head phones and smiling as she opens the door to my bedroom, standing in a pair of loose baggy babyblue sweat pants a while long sleeved t shirt, that I had to train my eyes not to look at. Knowing that her perfect breasts would be pressed against her shirt, and her nipples would be hard. While I'd yet to watch any of Hannah's videos while doing the website settup for her. It was impossible to not look at her naked while I'd loaded almost thousands of photos, and thumbnails for her. I felt like a fucking pervert for how much I loved her body. She was five foot six, with her fire engine red hair, which was naturally red, but she kept it dyed as red as a fire truck. She scrunches her pert freckled nose at me as she looks at me. Her blue eyes staring back at me, with smeared mascara under her eyes. I knew that look too well. I'd seen it many times, the after sex makeup of Hannah. finding it harder and harder each day to not want to watch how she works it all off. 

"Did we take too long?" she asks chewing her lip. The thing was, I'd have sat in here all damn day if it's what she needed. I didn't want interfere with her work ever. I would never make her feel bad about it. I shake my head with a smile. 

"Nah. Time flew by." I say and she rolls her eyes.

"You're a terrible liar. C'mon" she says. "Come hang" she nods her head back towards the hall and I push up off the bed. 

I'm greeted by the two guys, who, apparently, didnt want to put shirts back on and I find myself comparing myself to them. Even the scrawny guy who looks to be skin and bones. It made me wonder if any of them were actually her type. Or if she even had a type, because all of the people she'd worked with , were so diverese. In race, in height, weight, everything. Hannah's bed was it's own little melting pot. Which only made me crush on her even harder. 

"hey man, sorry for all the noise" the guy named Brian says and I just give a little laugh.

"It's cool. Headphones." I say. "They come in handy." 

He smirks. "Surprised you dont hear this one even through the headphones." he jerks his thumb at Hannah and she bats his arm with the back of her hand. 

"It's called acting." she teases him and he grabs at his chest as if he's been wounded. Hank laughs and so I , although mine is a bit more uneasy. 

"Is it acting when I make your shit bust like it's the  fucking Hoover dam breaking open?" Brian asks and this time she swats him harder with the front of her hand on the back of his head. 

"SHUT. UP" she warns him and he laughs. 

"Alright, alright, got it." Brian says and she rolls her eyes at him, but he snags her at the waist, to pull her in between his legs as he sits on the stool at our small kitchen counter where me and Hannah eat breakfast together. 

She let's him pull her in as she grabs her phone from the counter. His chin resting on her shoulder. 

"I want chicken wings too." Brian says. "Hot"  he says. 

"yeah, yeah" she says and I watch how at ease she is with him. And I know she's at ease around me too. But I dont get to hold her close, or rest my chin on her shoulder, or move my hands idly up and down her sides as he's doing right now. God, I felt like a fucking loser, sitting here pining over her in secret.

"What do you want Dill?" she asks and looks up. 

I shrug. "I'm good with whatever. Wings sound good." I say and Brian looks at me for a moment, as if he's got a fucking secret , but then his eyes are back on the phone screen in her hands and he turns his head and whispers something into Hannah's ear and she jerks her elbow back into him and he lets out a small grunt noise. 

"You're an idiot." she says to him and he just laughs.

I look to Hank who is just sitting there drinking a bottle of water, and he smiles when he catches me watching his friend with Hannah. 

"So, Hannah says you're some kind of genius" Hank says. 

"He is." Hannah butts in as I open my mouth to answer.

"He'll tell you he's not, but he totally is. He's overly modest about it. So don't let him tell you otherwise." she says and lifts her eyes to me and gives me a small wink. 

"He's my Einstein" she says and then looks back to her phone. Brian behind her looks to me with a less questionable stare this time.

"So you did all the setup on the site yourself?" Brian asks and I nod. 

"Hannah showed us a bit of it....that's crazy you know how to do all that...including the tying in of payments and credit cards and shit, subscriptions... when you're done with hers, you should help me with mine. I'll pay of course." he says and I nod. 

"Yeah, sure." I nod and he nods. 

"Dope." he says and then turns his attention back to Hannah's phone.

"Get some garlic wings too" he says.

"Glad you're eating those AFTER and not BEFORE" Hank says and Hannah laughs with a nod. 

"Me fucking too." she laughs and I watch as Brian slips his hand up her shirt just a bit, to rest it on her skin at her hip and he whispers something to her again and she laughs.

"No way" she laughs. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna tie you up and blow my garlic breath all over you...Im sure theres someone with a niche fetish for it. You'll have the market monopolized." he says and she laughs. 

"No thanks. I'll pass." she says. 

I walk to the fridge and pull out a beer and offer one to Brian and Hank, both of them declining. Hannah declines as well, because she hates beer , because it makes her "bloated" . But to be honest, the little fucking gut she gets when she drinks or eats too much. It's the cutest fucking thing. Her "beer baby" or "food baby" as she calls them. It's adorable watching her rub her stomach when she's full. Call me a weirdo, I just liked her best when she was just herself and never tried to impress anyone. 

"I was telling Hannah..." Brian starts and Hannah elbows him. 

"ow, shit, stop that" Brian says.

"Then keep your mouth shut." she says and Brian laughs. 

"Telling Hannah what?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"nothinggg" she says and Brian laughs. 

"That you two could probably make serious bank. Being that your roomates, and you're always here with her...she could do lives..anytime she wanted and-"

He lets out another "oof" as she elbows him hard and turns and places a hand over his mouth.

"Quit trying to corrupt my roomate you perv" she says and he grins against her palm and bites it. 

"Just sayin" he says as he pulls her hand down. 

"How the fuck you two arent banging like bunnies already, is beyond me" Brian says and Hank chokes on his water.

"Dude." Hank says when Hannah growls at Brian. 

"I hope you choke on a chicken wing bone." Hannah says and Brian laughs and then she turns and looks at me with apology. 

"sorry...he's not properly trained in the art of basic conversation." she says and I just give an easy smile and shrug. 

"Seriously" Brian says. 

"How do you keep your hands off her" Brian says and he grabs her waist and pulls her back into him and holds her tight, arms around her and she wiggles, telling him to shut up.

"when she's so fucking sexy" Brian says with a groan in her ear. I  swallow hard and he looks at me and Hannah does too. Almost as if she too wants an answer to that. But I knew better. Hannah and I were just friends. I couldnt let myself think of her that way. She had too many guys that wanted her like that. She didnt need another, especially not the one she trusted to be professional when setting up her website. 

"you're making shit hella awkward" Hank says.

"Thank YOU" Hannah says and she nudges Brian again.

"Quit it, or i'll kick you out and never work with you again." she threatens and he laughs. 

"fine, fine. I'll behave" he says and then holds her hips again.

I watch him as he whispers something again and she has a little smile on her lips. 

"you wish" she says. 

He murmurs something else as his hands move over her. 

Hank clears his throat.

"So tell me about your job Dylan" Hank says and I clear my own throat as Hannah sets down her phone and Brian pulls her from the kitchen, through to her bedroom and she squeaks and the door slams shut and I hear her let out a little shriek and then her laughter fills the apartment as I hear him speak to her, his voice muffled and the familiar sound of a belt and pants falling to the floor. 

I try not to be bothered by it, and I'm not. She can do what she wants. It's not like our other past roomates didn't fuck all the time. 

"You like her." Hank says.  I jerk my head towards him.

"What? No. " I shake my head and he just gives me an easy smile. 

"Hard not to. Don't blame you." he says and I just stand there dumbly. Was I that fucking obvious? Was it obvious to her? 

"I could tell the second we met....she doesnt seem to think that you like her that way though." he says and I lift my beer, taking a sip.

"We're friends." I say. Reminding myself as well as him. 

"And what? Friends have never been attracted to one another?" Hank says with a small laugh as I hear Hannah let out a moan from behind her door and then the squeak of the bed. 

"You know..." Hank says and I look at him. 

"I get it....you think if you expose how you feel....she'll think you think of her like a porn star...that you only want her for what all the men and women that watch her want her for...but, she talks highly of you....I say...you shoot your shot with her. Unless for some reason you have a problem with ...her work." he says. 

I shake my head. "No..I..I would never judge her for that.I support what she does." 

He eyes me and then nods.

"We're just...not like that. We're friends." I say and know I sound like a stupid broken record. 

Hank smiles knowingly. 

"Yet you're standing here, white knuckling that bottle of beer like you wanna kick that door in and rip Brian off her." he says and I just look at him. 

"I just...I mean...it's hard to listen to sometimes...not cause I want her....it's just...why am I talking to you about this?" I say my brows pinching and he laughs. 

"My girl says I'm like a male Barbara Walters, that I always get people to open up and spill all the juicy stuff" he says and I half laugh. 

He slaps a hand on the counter and I listen to the muffled cry of what I'm pretty sure is Hannah cumming. I swallow fucking audbily. 

"yeah...I know you're 'just friends' and all...but you're not foolin me...just shoot your shot with her...it's clear she thinks highly of you and she might not admit it...but I like to think I know her well enough that it's had to cross her mind too." Hank says and I just shake my head and he sighs. 

"I tried man, I tried."