Heart You

By: Rene Folsom



Synopsis




Have you ever wanted something you know you shouldn't? That forbidden fruit. A temptation that will surely lead you down the path of illicit indulgence, and ultimately, pleasure beyond your wildest imaginations.

That was the daily torture Samantha put herself through when she thought of her roommate, Kara. Sitting alone on Valentine's Day, Sam found comfort in sharing her innermost secrets with her trusty journal while lusting over the brown-eyed goddess. At least until Kara comes home with a sizzling hot man and a night full of naughty games that would even make cupid blush.





Heart You




Impatiently doodling hearts around our names as I waited for my roommate to come home seemed like the best way to pass the time. I know heart doodles may seem childish to you, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone about my infatuation. So, I figured fantasizing about her in my personal journal would suffice… for now.

To be honest, I’ve never been the type of person to go for a girl, but there was something about Kara that made my heart flutter every time she spoke my name. Considering we were not only roommates, but also best friends, that happened quite often, leaving me in a constant state of sexual frustration.

She was not only perfectly beautiful, but her personality always seemed to lift my spirits. Her smile alone would light up a room and make everyone pay attention. The mesmerizing part of it all was that she didn’t flaunt her sexual powers like most women do. She knew she was the most desirable thing around, yet she didn’t take it upon herself to act like a total streetwalker. Her humble manner made her that much more of a catch—in my mind anyway.

Valentine’s Day was always the hardest for me because Kara was insistent on landing a man so she wouldn’t have to spend the evening alone. I wish she would consider time with me to be good enough. Then again, I haven’t let on that I have feelings for her beyond our friendship. So, it’s doubtful she would even think to spend time alone with me on a romantic holiday.

The past two years I’ve known her, I went along with her game and allowed her to set me up with some pretty horrific dates. This year, I decided to keep my dignity and sit this one out.

“Samantha Mae! Get your ass out here! I’ve got a surprise!” As soon as I heard Kara’s voice, my heart began to pound wildly in my chest. Hurriedly, I slammed my journal shut and stuffed it under my mattress, grabbing a book off my nightstand and pretending to read, just in time for her to poke her head into my bedroom door. She swept her light brown hair out of her face as she peeked in on me.

“Sam! Get your nose out of that book and come out here. We’re going to play a game,” she said, just before turning and skipping back down the hall with a black rose dangling from her hands. Her short skirt bounced, showing just a hint of her ass and revealing she was wearing thongs tonight. Either that or she was bold enough to wear nothing.

Oh, Christ. I hoped this was a game of the strip poker kind. Although, if she were naked in front of me tonight, I doubt I’d hold back my desire for her. The sexual tension in my clit was rising with each passing moment.

Following the path she took, I began making my way down the hall and heard the rumbling laugh of a man. Shit. Just what I need. Spending the evening watching her drool all over some meathead was exactly how I planned to spend my V-day. Not.

Then again, I wouldn’t mind sharing if it meant I got to be with Kara. Just once, I wanted to taste her. If I had to bed the meathead in order to do it, so be it—the lucky bastard.

With a shrug, I rounded the corner to our living room just as an over-filled water balloon came soaring in my direction, pelting me in the center of my chest. The chill from the ice-cold water soaked through my clothes and trailed down my bare legs. I guess I should thank my landlord for putting tile in last week.

“What the hell!” I yelled as I looked down at my light pink tank that was now completely soaked and leaving nothing to the imagination. What a night to go without a bra. My nipples stood at attention in reaction to the cold water, the dark circles totally visible through the soaked pink of my frail and amazingly thin top.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Kara was right. These water balloons were worth every penny,” a gruff voice said through fits of laughter. His laughter was contagious and I couldn’t keep the smirk from spilling across my face.

“Damn it, Daniel! What did you do?” Kara scolded as she stood beside me. She had obviously just come from the kitchen because she had more water-filled balloons cradled in her arms. Suddenly, Kara’s eyes went bug-eyed as she stared at my tits. “Wow, Sam. He got you good! That shirt doesn’t hide anything when it’s wet. You might as well not wear anything at all,” she said with a shrug.

I was never one to be shy, so I just stood there glaring at the man. He seemed tall, although he was sitting on our couch at the moment so I couldn’t really tell. His short brown hair and muscular build made me think he might just be military. As he stared at me and his laugh began to wane, I noticed his eyes were the most breathtaking shade of blue I had ever seen. He was definitely a handsome devil, but not nearly as beautiful as the goddess that bounced toward him and sat on his lap.