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Julio and Roomiette
by Erin Halfelven

I looked up from the computer when my roomie came in and closed the door behind him. He was dressed in his usual costume of torn jeans and a t-shirt with some cartoon character, his nearly shoulder-length blond curls untamed in a halo around his face. He didn’t look old enough to be going to college, but I knew he was at least nineteen.

I tried to ignore him as he flounced across the room and sat down on the edge of his bed only a few feet from me. I was aware that he was staring at me, and I tried not to let it make me uncomfortable.

“‘Sup?” I finally asked, glancing his direction again.

“I’m going to take off all my clothes, right down to my pretty pink panties,” he announced.

I blinked.

“Are you going to watch?” he said with a bit of challenge in his tone.

“You’re wearing panties?” I asked.

“Uh, huh,” he affirmed.

“You’re not wearing panties,” I suggested. “What are you up to?”

He quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head, me noticing at the last moment that it bore the image of some pink-haired, busty anime girl. His own pink androgynous chest revealed two brownish nipples with rosy areolas around them.

“I am so wearing panties. Pink with ruffles and a bow that looks like a butterfly.” He unbuttoned his jeans.

I tried to look away. He smiled slowly, toeing off his sandals and pushing them under the bed with his feet. “You’re watching me, Julio,” he teased.

“You know my name is Julius, just like yours is Rupert,” I said.

“Piffle,” he announced. “You’re Julio, and I’m Roomiette.” He shook his head, making his curls bounce.

I made a wuff noise.

With both hands, he pinched and pulled on his nipples, making them come erect and showing that they had more soft flesh behind them than was normal for a male chest. He cupped the excesses, presenting them to me.

“You’re still watching,” he pointed out.

“Jesus,” I said. “Have you been taking hormones?”

He turned his arm to show a flesh-colored patch on the inner side above his elbow. “Maybe,” he said, obviously not being truthful.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” I really wanted to know.

“I’ve been trying for two months to get you to make a pass at me, big guy,” he said. “Time for more direct action.”

“I’m not gay,” I told him for probably the twelfth time.

He laughed, looking at my crotch, covering his mouth and pointing.

“Doesn’t mean anything,” I said.

“Nope, ‘course not,” he agreed. He licked the back of each hand, then kissed them both.

“I’m going to have to ask for a new roomie,” I told him.

He unzipped his jeans. “If you were going to do that, you wouldn’t still be watching.”

I looked at the poster of Taylor Swift above his head. “No, I’m not,” I lied.

He put both hands on his hips inside his jeans. “If you don’t leave the room now, you’re going to have to kiss me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said, but my eyes went down to his waist.

He pulled his jeans down to his knees. His panties were pink with ruffles and a bow.

“But that’s a honeybee, not a butterfly,” I told him.

He let his jeans fall to the floor and kicked them away. “You can’t tell for sure from way over there.” He giggled, pointing again at my groin.

“Hmph,” I grunted. Nothing male showed in his girly underwear; he must have things tucked backward. “I’m not coming over there,” I said, using a nod to indicate my own bed behind me.

“You still owe me a kiss,” he said, mincing over to my bunk and plopping his round panty-clad butt on my blanket.

I turned around and joined him on the bed. Up close, he even smelled like a girl.

He stretched himself up to kiss me on the corner of the mouth. I pulled a bit away and sighed.

“Now you kiss me,” he said, closing his eyes and putting his face up.

I kissed him on his soft mouth and tasted a bit of tongue.

He giggled another smile and kissed me again. “Scratchy,” he said, meaning my beard.

“Roo,” I whispered, “How far are you going to go with this?”

“All the way, sugar,” he said. “Or at least as far as you want to go.”

I nodded as he unbuttoned my own pants. I pulled him into my lap and felt his soft bottom against my erection. “Too far, probably,” I sighed against his ear.