Apartment 303 – Chapter 12: Friends with Benefits [FF]

*Author’s Note: Kelly got to experience the pleasures of ass play! Will he ask for more? Let’s find out. Visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters and other erotica. I love seeing you get off to my stories so DMmeYOURpussies!*

**- Chapter 12: Friends with Benefits -**

Jamie was gone when I woke. I would’ve thought our midnight tryst was just a dream except for the lingering coconut scent on my pillow, the bottle of lube on the ground, and my tender asshole. I was a bit downtrodden that Jamie wasn’t still asleep next to me, but when I went to make breakfast I realized she had already left for the airport. *Maybe next time we can snuggle each other the morning after.* My thought of next time wasn’t even a question. I knew Jamie and I weren’t finished. *She might be the roommate I truly fall in love with…*

Charlie emerged while I was pouring water in the french press. “Good morning! Coffee?” I greeted her.

“You’re chipper this morning… You sleep well?” She said through a yawn.

“Yeah, you?”

“Not really,” she yawned again. *Fuck, did she hear us last night?* “I tossed and turned worrying about my creative writing project.”

“Yeah, I have three papers due tomorrow, but I’m sure mine are all easier than yours. What’s the project?”

“The first ten thousand words of my manuscript are due next week.”

I pushed the filter down on the french press. “What’s it about?” I asked as I poured two cups and handed one to her.

She inhaled the rich coffee aroma, took a sip, and the enjoyment of having her first jolt of caffeine showed in her posture. “Well, my hope is that it’s the start of a fantasy novel. I have a good outline for the story. At least I think it’s good.”

“I’m sure it’s great!” trying to fill her with confidence. It didn’t work.

She scowled at me, “You know nothing about it.”

“Well, let me read it!” trying again to exude positivity. It worked this time.

“Really? You want to read it?” she said enthusiastically.

“Of course! You have great taste in literature, so I’m sure it’s great!”

She blushed a little, “Thanks Kelly. You’re such a sweetheart. I’ll email it to you today.”

“Anything for my cumslut,” I replied. Charlie giggled, her cheeks rosy red.

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Thursday flew by. If I wasn’t in class I was working on my assignments in the library, or the campus coffee shop, or in the hallway waiting for my next class. Charlie’s email, with her incomplete novel attached, pinged my phone around lunchtime, but I avoided opening it. I knew once I started reading her work I would neglect my own. I toiled in the library until after midnight, pushing through exhaustion, malaise, boredom, and frustration. My brain was devoid of thought until I woke Friday morning. My hard work the night before paid off though, because I’d finished all my work and only had to proofread the papers before submitting them.

After class, I hit the gym, showered, and made myself dinner. I opened Charlie’s novel and began reading while I ate. It was titled, *Untitled*, which I figured was a placeholder, but thought that would be a cheeky book title. Her story began with a great hook – a shadow cult had stolen a jewel that was prophesied to end the realms of men. The language she used and her rich descriptions built a tactile world, and the first few characters were intriguing and mysterious. I’d just about finished the first chapter, my dinner plate scraped clean, when Tracy texted me. She was at Cammi’s place getting ready for the evening, and asked if meeting them at the club in an hour was good for me. I agreed and reluctantly closed my laptop. *The remainder of Untitled will have to wait until tomorrow.*

Being so busy I’d somewhat forgotten about Cammi over the last few days, but my anticipation grew rapidly while I cleaned up the kitchen and got dressed for the club. *Be cool, don’t barrage her with questions about being a webcam model.* With a spritz of cologne, I gave myself a final once-over in the mirror, then headed out to catch the train downtown.

If there wasn’t a queue of women in mini-dresses and men with too much hair gel I might have walked right past *The Pantheon*. There were no flashing neon signs or Hollywood searchlights beaming up into the sky. I didn’t even see the name of the club anywhere on the building, just a couple of bouncers and the classic red velvet rope. Tracy and Cammi weren’t in the queue, so I stood off to the side and texted Tracy. I eavesdropped fragments of conversations as the people in line slowly moved past me. I overheard bros bragging about all the “chicks” they were going to “smash”, girls either complaining about or praising the type of guys that frequented *The Pantheon*, friends discussing what type and the amount of drugs they brought, and of course the people next to the drug holders asking if they could have any of said drugs. Ten minutes of standing there, no response from Tracy, I was getting impatient. I reached for my phone to call Tracy but I heard someone call out my name.

“Kelly! That you?” I turned and spotted Antonio at the end of the queue. Antonio was in most of my classes, also majoring in criminology, and we formed a loose friendship. He was also an older freshman so we had naturally gravitated to each other. I liked him well enough – he was friendly, smart, and outgoing – but something about him seemed fake… Like he was trying too hard to be cool.

I waved to him and walked down the line. “Hey Antonio, how’s it going?” I asked while returning the fist bump he offered.

“Great man! I’m ready to party after this week!” He had a huge smile on his face and bounced side-to-side on the balls of his feet, clearly ready to dance his week away.

“Ha, I hear you!”

He turned towards the two guys next to him, “Kelly, these are my homies Carlos and Pete.” Carlos looked similar to Antonio – short stature but muscular, with gelled spiky black hair – while Pete was long and lanky, not as tall as me, with red hair, also gelled and spiky.

“Good to meet you guys,” I greeted them.

They both pleasantly returned my greeting, then went back to their side conversation. “Lots of hot chicas here tonight,” Antonio said while his eyes scanned around him. “I’m gonna dance with all of them!”

Chuckling, I said, “I love your confidence Antonio!”

“Yeah man! Positivity begets positivity.” Right on cue he locked eyes with a cute blond girl walking past and declared, “Your first drink is on me beautiful.” She giggled and blew him a kiss. “See man, I don’t lie,” he boasted.

Just then Carlos blurted, “No fucking way… That’s Camilla Roads.” He was wide-eyed staring down the sidewalk behind me. As I was turning to find who he was in a tizzy over, Carlos continued, “She’s the sexiest fucking cam girl ever!” Carlos’ words clicked in my brain right as I spotted Tracy and the beautiful woman next to her that could only be Cammi. Tracy saw me and as they approached Carlos stuttered, “Oh f-fuck. She’s c- coming towards us.”

The two ladies looked incredible. Tracy wore a form-fitting designer black dress. It stopped short of her knees with a slit up her right thigh. There were two unequal horizontal slits on the left, the small one just above her hip, the larger one above exposing her toned abs. Her left shoulder and arm were bare, but the right was covered in a sleeve. Just a hint of cleavage showed above the top of the dress, which hugged her breasts tightly. Her long, sculpted legs were accentuated by black high heels with thin straps that wrapped around her ankles three times. Her hair was voluminous and wild, and her large, gold, hoop earrings glinted through her hair.

Cammi was shorter than Tracy, but not as short as Jamie. She wore a flashy lavender dress that only reached her upper thighs. Her dark Latina complexion popped against the lavender. The dress was held up by thin spaghetti straps tied in bows atop her shoulders. Two slits ran down either side, from her armpits to her hips. The front and back were tied together across her ribs by spaghetti straps. The form of the dress and the straps accentuated her slim, elegant figure, and left little to the imagination. The shape of her legs were softer, more delicate than Tracy’s, and ended in matching lavender high heels. Her dark hair was straight, parted just off center, and pulled back into a tight ponytail. Flashy gemstone earrings hung down to her jawline, drawing attention to her long neck. Tracy and Cammi were objectively the hottest, sexiest, mouth watering women I’d seen all night.

Before the ladies reached us Tracy waved, calling out my name. “You know them,” Carlos said in disbelief.

“Tracy’s my roommate,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the ladies. “Never met Cammi before.”

Just before the ladies were in earshot, Carlos muttered, “Lucky fuck.”

“Hi Tracy!” I leaned in and hugged her tight. She gave a light peck on my cheek. I turned, but didn’t initiate a hug, “You must be Cammi. I’m Kelly. Pleasure to meet you.” Cammi stepped in close and embraced me. I would’ve had to stoop to hug her in a platonic way, but Cammi was quick and held me tight around my chest. Even in heels the top of her head only reached my nose. Her hair smelled tropical, reminding me of Jamie. Her tight embrace and my olfactory memory sent a pulse of blood to my dick, but if Cammi felt anything she didn’t let on. An “ah-hmm” came from behind me. Releasing the embrace I said, “This is my friend Antonio and his buddies Carlos and Pete.” The ladies glanced at them briefly saying hello.

Before any of the guys could say anything Tracy, very clearly to me only, stated, “We’re going to have a cocktail first at the fancy hotel bar around the corner. Let’s go,” she grabbed my hand and started walking. “We’ll see you boys later,” she shot back over her shoulder.

The guys’ expressions were all identical – a mixture of excitement and disappointment. I raised my eyebrows to them, smiling, and said, “We’ll see you inside.” They didn’t respond, just stood there mouths agape.

Tracy wasn’t lying, it was a fancy bar. We sat in comfy lounge chairs around a small glass table on the far side of the bar from the piano player. He played the typical dulcet cocktail bar music. When the waiter came over the ladies both ordered vodka martinis. I, however, wanted to appear manly, so I ordered a scotch neat. As the waiter left the ladies gave me snooty looks. “What?” I asked.

Cammi, in a fake deep voice, aped, “Scotch… Neat.” Then they both cackled. I returned their laugh mockingly. “So Kelly,” Cammi transitioned. “Tracy’s told me great things about you.”

I glanced over to Tracy. She was looking at me seductively, which caught me a little off guard. *Does Cammi know about us?* “Well, Tracy’s very kind, but I’ve got skeletons in my closet.” *Women like a man of mystery… right?*

“Don’t let him fool you Cammi, he’s a sweetheart,” Tracy praised.

“I like sweethearts,” Cammi said earnestly, peering into my eyes. “I’m surrounded by immature creeps most of the time. Like your friends back there. Just ogling, not able to speak.”

Defensively I said, “I’ve only known Antonio a couple weeks, and just met the other two.”

“Oh no, I’m not comparing you with them. It’s just, I can always tell when guys know what I do.” I tried to put on an air of ignorance, but Cammi waved me off. “Don’t feign like you don’t know. Tracy told me she told you.” I opened my mouth to say… I don’t know what exactly, but Cammi continued, “I don’t care that she told you. I love what I do. I’m a very sexual person and I’m fucking hot!”

The waiter came back with our drinks just in time to hear Cammi’s statement. He was flustered, avoided looking at Cammi, and quickly scuttled off. We all laughed at his expense. I brought the conversation back, “If I may ask, how’d you get into your line of work?” I wanted to agree with Cammi, tell her she was fucking hot, but I didn’t want to offend Tracy. I didn’t know what Tracy and I were, exactly. Or what I was with any of my roommates. But I wasn’t about to blatantly hit on Tracy’s friend in front of her.

“One word answer… money,” Cammi explained. “I had loads of student loans and hated waiting tables. I figured if douchebags were going to drool all over me, why not let them drool with a screen separating us rather than them grabbing my ass as I cleared their table.”

“Good for you.” I raised my drink and toasted, “Fuck the douchebags. Bleed ‘em for all they got!” The ladies hooted and clinked our glasses together. The strong, smoky scotch immediately gave me a shot of brassiness. “I’ve never seen your show…”

“She’s amazing,” Tracy interceded. *Tracy’s seen it. That’s interesting…*

I continued, “… but I assume you show… everything.” Cammi nodded while sipping her martini. “So, is it awkward or embarrassing?”

Cammi shook her head while swallowing. “No… not anymore. I know there are lots of people watching me, but really I’m just alone in my apartment, so I’m very comfortable.” She took another sip while turning to Tracy. “Well, most of the time I’m alone.” Tracy gave her a smoldering look.

I almost choked on my drink, then blurted out without really thinking first, “You two do shows together?”

They both giggled, then Tracy clarified, “Just a couple of times.” Shock and intrigue was written all over my face. Tracy leered at me, “It was merely some naughty fun between friends.”

“Ah, I see. You’re friends with benefits…” I leered back at Tracy. She gave me a little wink.

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