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| PATRICK'S ROOMMATE by Janey Verity grinned nervously over at Nicky. From beneath her thick fringe she could see him blush when he noticed her watching him. The nudge that he was given from Richey let her know that he was interested as opposed to embarrassed. “I’ve got you coffee’s.” “Cheers Verity!” Richey and James chirped in unison, grabbing a cup each. James put some cream in his Richey left his black. “Aren’t you going to get yours Nicky? If you’re waiting for Patrick he’ll be an age. It’s always the same when he and Sean get together; they’re as thick as thieves. “Um huh,” Nicky grunted, then reached out, added cream and sugar to a cup of coffee. Verity was Patrick’s roommate. Initially the boys had all laughed until they nearly went hysterical when they discovered that Pat was sharing with a girl. That all changed though when they met her. Richey was totally knocked for six by her. She was not only beautiful but also intelligent with lots of common sense and a self-deprecating sense of humour. Together they spent hours discussing various topics of interest. Richey had never met a woman like her; she completely put him at his ease. Not that there was anything sexual in it, there wasn’t at all. The most puzzling thing about it for Richey was that he could be so close to a woman without sex rearing it’s ugly head. He loved her the same way he loved his sister. James had flirted regularly with Verity at the beginning. In fact his friend’s found it hilarious for to them it was obvious that she did not fancy James in the least. It had taken him over six months to finally accept the harsh reality; there was at least one woman on the planet that did not want to sleep with him. Luckily he was thick skinned enough to get over the disappointment quickly. In no time at all he made up for a period of self enforced celibacy with a veritable shagfest, including a couple of threesome’s. One of them was with Richey and some girl that had watched them rehearsing; the other was with two girls that he met at a party. He had gone with the intention of ‘pulling’, thinking that the guy whose birthday party it was, was a ‘fucking useless geek’. James never had a conscience when it came to being hypocritical. Sean was much more guarded with her at first finding her rather too ebullient for his tastes. Not only that but intellectually she was way beyond him plus they had little in common, or so he thought. He then discovered that she was interested in gadgets and gizmos. From nothing sprouted a firm loyal friendship. They would go shopping for Rhian’s birthday and Christmas presents, Sean trusting her implicitly; she had never let him down yet, or rather, Rhian had never been disappointed or left wanting. Nicky quite simply adored her, but he was so nervous at making a mess of things that invariably he did. This led to him being awkward with her, staying silent for huge swathes of time or mumbling monosyllabic answers. Sensing his anxieties, though not being entirely certain of why they were occurring Verity would make an effort to talk with Nicky on his own, hoping that this would put him at his ease. Unfortunately all this succeeded doing was making Nicky more self conscious, tongue-tied, uncoordinated and ungainly. It became impossible to keep count of how many cups or glasses Nicky broke with his clumsiness, all because of a woman. “Beats me why you all traipse over here when you know that Sean is going to monopolise Pat’s attention for the entire time that you’re here.” “We come to see you too Verity,” Richey said sprightly. “Don’t we Nicky?” “Erm yeah,” spluttered Nicky, wincing at the dig in his ribs that Richey gave him. “I’m pleased to hear it,” Verity chirped. “I don’t get to see enough of you now that you rehearse so much. I miss our little get together’s.” “So do we, so let’s put that right shall we?” said Richey enthusiastically. “Once a week we socialise.” “With hardly any money between us all how do you propose we do that and make it interesting?” James quipped sarcastically, incurring Richey’s wrath for his trouble. Verity laughed, watching them pretending to fight. “If you’re really good I’ll rustle up something to eat. How does homemade pizza and garlic bread sound?” “Sounds wonderful to me,” they all said one by one. “Good. Actually Pat has a couple of batches of wine that are due for bottling so we’ll even have alcohol,” she grinned, rubbing her hands with glee. James and Richey watched some trashy American show with lots of silly women doing all manner of things to supposedly get a part in a Hollywood movie, of course it was all very fake but it showed how determined and bitchy the girls were capable of being. They both discussed things in depth, making guesses as to how far each girl would go, or rather, how low they would go. Verity observed Nicky, he appeared preoccupied his mind elsewhere. “Penny for them,” she said softly to him. “What’s up?” “Sorry, I was miles away.” Nicky blushed. “Do you fancy getting out of here for a while and joining me for a walk?” “I’ll get my coat,” she smiled. “I hope he doesn’t fuck this up,” Richey grinned when Verity and Nicky left. “He’ll never get a better opportunity to ask her for a date.” “This is Nicky we’re talking about Android!” For quarter of an hour they walked through the grounds of the university, through to a nearby park where they sat beside the duck pond, watching the ducks and swans antagonise one another. “We’re definitely alone now Nicky,” Verity said smiling warmly at him. “I don’t think that our feathered friends will be particularly interested in eavesdropping. Why don’t you tell me what’s up?” “Nothing’s up,” Nicky mumbled, coughing to clear his throat. “Sorry about that, nothing’s up as such.” “You are very subdued, you’ve got me a tad worried to be honest.” “Worried,” he stammered, “why worried?” With an inner strength she hadn’t realised that she had, Verity leaned forward kissing a very stunned Nicky. For a few seconds Nicky didn’t respond, then his mouth opened, his tongue gently probing for entry to her mouth; Verity gave it willingly, sighing as their kiss intensified. Panting heavily Nicky broke the kiss, his smile the brightest that Verity had seen for a long time. “That was…” She giggled. “Erm…nice?” she offered helpfully. “Far better than nice. My parents are away for a bit of a break,” he stammered hesitantly. “If we went there we could talk in comfort, don’t feel that you have to go though, I understand if you think it’s jumping the gun a little.” “Providing that it is only to talk it sounds fine to me.” Verity held his hands with her own. “Don’t look like that Nicky; I’ll actually be sorely disappointed if you don’t kiss me.” Nicky visibly relaxed when she said those words. “I haven’t been kissed quite like that before,” he blushed. “I’ve never kissed anyone like that before.” Now it was Verity’s turn to blush. Nicky poured them both a glass of white wine from a bottle that Patrick had made. Clutching their glasses, Nicky gave her a tour of his parent’s home. “I can’t believe that you’ve never been here,” commented Nicky as they walked upstairs. “It seems amazing that you haven’t come with either Patrick or me at some point.” He looked sharply at her when she began giggling. “What’s so funny?” “Sorry, my mind was in the gutter. It was what you said about…” “About coming,” Nicky laughed, once he’d realised. “Can I amend that and say that if you cum here it had better be with me and not my brother?” “As luck would have it, I don’t want to cum with Patrick.” “I’m relieved,” he smirked opening a door and proclaiming; “this is my bedroom. Nothing special, I know.” “Oh I think it’s very special,” she simpered seductively. “After all, this is the room where you get dressed and undressed, go to bed and erm…” she struggled for the word. “Play!” Not for the first time Nicky blushed beetroot red, fully understanding her inference. “I never knew that you could be quite so bold,” he smiled coyly. “I like it.” “Believe it or not, I’m not like this usually but well, neither of us was doing a very good job at moving things on were we?” Casually she placed her glass on the windowsill, then sat on the unmade single bed. “Care to join me?” “What do you want from me Verity?” he asked sitting beside her. “Whatever you want to give.” Nicky kissed her passionately, guiding her steadily down on his bed beneath him. “Wow,” yelled Richey happily. “They’ve been gone for almost four hours, that has GOT to be a good sign.” Over at the Jones’ house, Nicky and Verity were enjoying a little nap after some rather exuberant lovemaking, Nicky having persuaded her that there was nothing wrong with them doing more than talk, and Verity had readily agreed. From now on they would be seeing a lot more of each other. The End. <<< Janey's stories |