Between me and you - Chapter 7
I stepped into the living room still in a pleasant daze, the images from Devika’s bedroom looping endlessly in my mind.
The way the light green cotton had barely contained her breasts, that sinful plunging neckline, the brief flash of her dark nipple teasing at the edge of the fabric… even though the red saree ultimately won, every single outfit had felt like a private, torturous performance designed to completely unravel me.
I didn’t bother grabbing the hoodie. The briefs-only look she had basically dared me into felt strangely liberating now. Cool air on my skin, no restrictions, my cock still half-hard and heavy between my legs from the entire afternoon’s teasing. It felt… right.
Comfortable. I tossed a couple of soft blankets over the couch, arranged some muffins and chips on the coffee table, and dimmed the lights just enough to make everything feel warm and intimate without trying too hard.
A few minutes later, the hallway light spilled out. Devika stepped into view.
She was still wearing the same white push-up bra — low-cut enough that the tops of her areolas flirted dangerously with the lace edge — paired with high-waisted panties that hugged the curve of her hips and cut high on her smooth, toned thighs. Her skin glowed faintly from the lotion she’d clearly just applied. She walked toward me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck, Dev,” I said, voice low as my eyes traced her thighs. “That set looks insane on you. Especially those thighs — smooth as hell. Toned. You trying to kill me tonight?”
Devika grinned and did a slow, deliberate spin, giving me the full 360 view. “Thank you, kind sir. And good — you didn’t put the hoodie back on. I like this version of you. Open. Free. No hiding.”
She dropped onto the couch right beside me — close enough that our bare thighs pressed together warmly when she tucked her legs under her. The heat of her skin sank straight into mine. She reached for a muffin, peeling the wrapper slowly, almost sensually.
“Okay. Relationship talk,” she said, soft and genuinely curious. “Spill. How many serious ones? Hookups? What’s your damage?”
I leaned back, pulling part of the blanket over my lap mostly to hide how quickly I was reacting to her proximity again. “One serious relationship. Lasted almost four years. We met in high school, stayed together through the start of college. Long distance eventually killed it — different cities, different schedules, different people growing apart. It sucked. After that… mostly casual hookups. Nothing heavy. A few blowjobs, eating a girl out, some making out that got really heated. I usually stopped before full sex.
Kept things fun and simple. No strings, no heartbreak.”
Devika nodded, licking a bit of cream off her thumb in a way that made my brain glitch. “Literally the same timeline for me. Four-year relationship ended about a year ago. We were really in love… or at least I was. He was my first everything. First kiss, first time having sex, first person I ever truly opened up to. But toward the end he got distant, started pulling away emotionally. When we finally broke up it wrecked me for months.”
She took another bite of the muffin, then continued more casually. “Since then I’ve been… tasting and testing the market, like I said. Making out at parties, heavy petting in cars or dorm rooms, lots of oral — both giving and receiving. I love sucking dick, honestly. There’s something powerful about having a guy completely lose it from just my mouth. And I love getting eaten out too — especially when the guy actually knows what he’s doing and takes his time.”
She laughed lightly. “But full-on sex? I haven’t gone there yet. It feels too intimate right now. Too vulnerable. I’m protecting my heart while still having fun.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We’re scarily aligned.”
“We really are,” she said, laughing. “Universe basically hand-delivered us to each other, huh?”
The conversation flowed easily from there. We talked about how we met our exes — hers was through mutual friends at a festival, mine through a group project in school.
We shared dumb gifts we’d given (I once bought my ex a ridiculous oversized teddy bear; she once knitted her ex a terrible scarf), late-night drives, inside jokes that stopped being funny when things got bad. We both admitted the same painful truth: we had loved harder than we were loved back in the end. There was real vulnerability in those admissions, soft and genuine in the low light.
Every few minutes the mood would swing back to playful. A dirty innuendo from her about “oral skills” would make me shove her shoulder; she’d shove me back, her hand lingering on my bare thigh once, fingers tracing lightly. My hand found her shoulder, thumb brushing her warm skin. The touching felt natural now — comfortable, addictive.
Hours slipped away. We finished the muffins. The blankets got tangled around our legs. Laughter came easy, followed by quieter confessions about insecurities, fears about the future, what we actually wanted from relationships now.
Eventually the clock hit midnight. We both stared at it, surprised.
“Holy shit,” Devika said. “We’ve been talking forever.”
“Yeah,” I replied softly. “Time fucking flies when you’re next to someone you actually like.”
She turned toward me, eyes soft and warm in the dim light. Then, without warning, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around me in a full, tight hug.
Her breasts pressed firmly against my bare chest through the thin lace of her bra. The warmth of her skin, the faint scent of vanilla lotion mixed with the sweetness of the muffins — it was overwhelming in the best way. I hugged her back just as tightly, arms wrapping around her waist, hands splaying across the smooth skin of her lower back.
Devika murmured against my shoulder, voice muffled and sincere. “It’s been a really long time since I met someone I actually enjoy talking to this much. You’re a really good friend, Siz. A really good roommate.”
She didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she held the hug, nuzzling a little closer, her breath warm against my neck. One of her hands slid up my back, tracing my spine gently. I did the same, letting my palm glide slowly up and down the curve of her waist, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. Our heartbeats seemed to sync in the quiet.
After a long moment she pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, but her arms stayed loosely around my neck. “Also… I’m very touchy with people I’m close to. Consider this training,” she added with a teasing smile, though her eyes were still soft.
I smiled, arms still around her waist. “Noted. Just don’t get too close to a perpetually horny guy like me.”
Devika rolled her eyes and laughed, but she didn’t let go right away. Instead, she hugged me once more — firmer this time, almost squeezing, deliberately pressing every inch of her front against me. Her hard nipples poked unmistakably into my bare chest through the thin lace of her bra.
I couldn’t resist.
“Damn, Dev,” I murmured against her hair, voice low and teasing. “Your nipples are rock hard right now. You sure this is just ‘friendly training’?”
She let out a soft, surprised laugh, her breath warm against my neck. Instead of pulling away, she pressed even closer for a second, then clapped back without missing a beat.
“Oh please, it’s so cold cause you cranked up the AC so much” she whispered, amusement and heat mixing in her voice. “Plus, I can feel your hard cock pressing right against my stomach through those briefs, Siz. That thing is throbbing like it’s trying to say hello. So yeah… we’re even.”
A low chuckle escaped me. My cock twitched again against her soft belly at her bold words, making her grin widen.
We stayed like that for several more seconds, just breathing together, bodies pressed close, the air thick with playful tension and something deeper. When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes brighter than before.
We stood up slowly, stretching, the moment lingering between us like warm honey. The goodnight felt heavier than usual.
“Night, Dev.”
“Night, roomie,” she said softly. “Sweet dreams.”
She disappeared down the hall. I watched the sway of her ass in those high-waisted panties until she was gone.
I crashed onto my bed still in just my briefs, cock finally soft but my mind and heart racing. The hug still lingered on my skin like a brand. Her laugh, her scent, the way she’d said “I trust you” — it all echoed.
The day ended with me staring at the ceiling, chest full and body buzzing.
Whatever this was between us… it had already become so much more than just roommates.