by Lux Zakari
(05/21/08)

Finn padded out to the kitchen, tank top and star-print panties clinging to her body. She didn't bother to flip the light switch as she headed across the room, her bare feet making a soft suctioning sound on the sticky tiled floor. She swung open the freezer and let the icy air breathe over her hot, damp skin. The chill filled her lungs as she took a deep breath, and she closed her eyes to enjoy her momentary reprieve.

The front door slammed. "Honey, I'm home," a voice boomed out through the quiet apartment.

Finn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Dave, it's one in the morning. Do you really have to yell?"

She heard footsteps behind her. "There's a sight you don't see every day -- a half-naked girl with her head shoved in the freezer. Doesn't get much sexier than that."

Finn gritted her teeth and whirled around. Dave's silhouetted body leaned in the doorway as he twirled his keys around his finger. She slammed the freezer shut. "In case you haven't noticed, it's about ninety-four degrees outside, and our air conditioner's broken," she said. "Tell me what I'm supposed to do instead."

"Hmmm." Dave stroked his unshaven jaw and pretended to think. "I'd say take off all your clothes and climb into my bed, where I'll keep you cool with a coat of Rocky Road." He bounced his eyebrows suggestively. "What do you think?"

"That'd be great if I were mentally ill."

He let out a mock gasp. "That's a damn mean thing to say to your beloved roommate."

"You know, when you answered my ad, you seemed absolutely perfect," Finn began, "but wow: Have you ever fallen short of that expectation."

She ticked off his crimes on her fingers. "You're late with the rent. Again. You leave jars of half-eaten Jif all over the place and the remote is covered with peanut-butter fingerprints. The place is a wreck, thanks to you, and I'm sick of you bringing all these peroxide blonde clothes-hangers over to our place."

"'Peroxide clothes-hangers'?" he echoed. "I detect a note of jealousy."

She let out a humorless laugh. "You wish. I've told you how sick I am of cooking breakfast for all these stupid girls who still linger in your bed after you've left in the morning. It's appalling how you treat women."

"Oh, Finn." Dave clucked his tongue and started moving toward her. "You're so mad at me." He stopped in front of her. His body was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her already-warm skin. "Why? Is it really because of the way I'm treating them?"

He touched her face with calloused fingers, moving a stray piece of hair that was sticking to her cheek, and leaned to murmur in her ear, "Or is it the way I'm currently not treating you?"

Finn's mouth dropped open. "My God." She shook her head and took a step back. "You're really unbelievable."

"That's nothing I haven't been called before." He winked.

Not being able to respond with anything more coherent than a growl, Finn stormed back to her room, feeling Dave's eyes watching her leave. She threw herself facedown on her bed and buried her face in her hot sheets. She took a few deep breaths, trying ignore the sudden dampness soaking her panties. The unexpected warmth running through her body wasn't completely because of weather.

"Knock it off," she muttered to herself as she switched on the fan near her bed. The air moved over her body and she shivered with the sudden chill. She wondered if she'd ever get back to sleep, or if it was worth attempting to fight her heat-induced insomnia.

After a few more restless tosses and turns, she reached into the top drawer of her night table and retrieved a purple dildo amid the letters, candles, and bottles of nail polish. Looking at its thick mass, she let out a shaky breath, unable to believe it had come to this -- half-inspired by Dave, no less. Yet she was unable -- or unwilling -- to stop. She hooked her fingers into her panties and edged them down her slender legs, kicking them to the floor. Burning with anticipation, she veed her fingers around her pussy and pressed the head of the dildo on her clit.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her hair spread in damp strands over the pillow. With one hand circling on her clit, she arched her back as she moved the dildo lower and its tip sank into her. A small moan erupted from the back of her throat despite her effort to be quiet. She was half enthralled, half appalled by involuntary visions of Dave in various states of undress, doing deliciously sinful things to her body, things she'd only read about in dirty magazines. Her body ached. The dildo sank in deeper.

"Hey, Finny," Dave called from the kitchen, interrupting her moment. "Wanna Freeze-Pop feast with me?"

The dildo stopped moving.

She groaned. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"So?" he asked. "Time is meaningless."

"Of course it is. You don't have to be up at seven." Knowing that Dave was the type to come pounding on the door and barge in, she dropped the dildo back in the drawer and yanked on her panties before storming out into the kitchen. Dave was wearing a pair of black-mesh shorts and leaning against the refrigerator, sucking on a red ice pop. She sank down in a chair and crossed her arms. "Well, I'm here. Where's my Freeze Pop?"

"You're such a crabass," he commented, handing her a grape popsicle. "You need to get laid. Come on, Finn. Let's be honest here. When was the last time you got good and fucked? Don't roll your eyes at me; I'm being serious. You never bring guys home, I never hear you fucking anyone. I don't get it. You're incredibly hot; you can get any guy you want. So what gives?"

"Christ," she said, biting into the popsicle and letting the grape flavor fill her mouth. She hoped that he wouldn't see her shaking. "We are not having this conversation."

"Oh, yes we are." He dragged the other kitchen chair over so he could sit facing her. "Finn, listen. Do you even realize how thin the walls are separating our rooms? It breaks my poor heart to hear you in there with your little purple dildo, moaning away." Finn's mouth went dry. "How -- how do you know about that?" she whispered, dropping her popsicle on the table.

"I'm a snoop." Dave shrugged matter-of-factly. "Do you know how much that kills me to know you're fucking something that's not even real? You don't deserve that. And a dildo doesn't deserve the pleasure of making you come. You need to find yourself someone to fuck you good and proper."

"Oh, is that so?" Her voice quavered. "And just where am I supposed to find this magical someone, hmm? On the street? On a singles Web site? In the yellow pages under 'Guys Who Kick Ass in the Sack'?"

"What about me?"

Finn burst out laughing, but it came out too high, too loud, too fake. "Oh, yeah, that's a good one. You and me. Try again."

"Why not? Man, here you are making fun of me when I could very well be the best fuck of your life."

"What about all those other girls?" she said through chattering teeth.

"I'm not talking about other girls." His lips were red from his popsicle, which lay abandoned next to Finn's on the table, melting into a thick syrupy puddle. His disheveled hair hung in his eyes, the curls pointing to his long eyelashes. "I'm talking about you and me."

Finn forced another laugh, but it came out as a nervous cough. Dave pulled her on to his lap, smashing her small frame against his body. He radiated heat as he crushed his lips against hers, his tongue darting out to lick at her.

She straddled him with her slender legs, and he continued to pull her closer, letting her feel the growing bulge between his legs against her belly. She groaned, feeling her body begin to hum with desire.

What am I doing? But all she felt was his breath and the way his mouth slanted over hers. He tasted like cherry. She was on autopilot, rationality disappearing as every nerve ignited. It had to be the heat. Or maybe it was true that it had been too long since she'd had sex. Either way, there was no denying she wanted him. Yes, her annoying roommate who was tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head back so he could bite at her pale throat.

She picked her ice pop off the table and slowly dragged it along his jaw line, down his throat, over his Adam's apple. His eyes closed involuntarily. He threw his head back with a soft groan so she could lick the sticky purple trail she'd left.

As she tongued his neck, his hands dug so deep into her thighs that it stung, and he raised his hips to push against her, his cock pressed against her clit. She pulled away and, feeling bold, took her pop and plunged it in and out of her mouth. She was surprised to be doing it: With her last boyfriend, she'd been reserved and timid, even shy. But Dave wasn't her ex.

She held eye contact with him, enjoying how his mouth parted slightly, how mesmerized he was by the sweet, sticky pop sliding around her mouth. Pulling the pop free, she let him suck juice from her bottom lip. She felt him grow harder against her, felt the tensing muscle beneath his hot skin.

She slid the pop back into her mouth and then pulled it out, bending to place her chilled lips and tongue over one of his hardened nipples. He drew in a sharp breath, shocked by the cold, but he let out a throaty growl as her tongue grew warmer. A flood of excitement soaked her thin panties. She touched the ice pop to the center of his chest and ran a cold trail down to the top of his undershorts. His breathing quickened and his stomach tensed beneath her lips.

She slid off his lap and knelt, kissing the cold liquid from his body with her warm tongue. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down his legs in one fluid motion. They puddled at his feet as his cock reached up to meet her.

She could hardly believe she was actually seeing Dave's dick. She definitely couldn't believe that she was about to do what she was about to do. She ran the popsicle in and out of her mouth again before closing her lips over the head of his straining cock.

"My God, Finn." He let out a shaky gasp as the coolness of her tongue licked at his cock, moving like liquid, enveloping him in an iciness that melted into heat. He stared, heart hammering, chest heaving, a moan growing in his throat as she ran the melting pop over his balls and continued to suck the juices from his skin. He shook as she tasted his swollen shaft, gripping his thighs and raking her fingernails against his skin.

She drew him closer to edge. But he stopped her, pushing her away from his body. He stood up, pulling her to her feet and grabbing her ass, raising her up on top of the table. He pulled her wet panties off.

Dave pushed her tank top up just enough that her breasts were completely exposed. A sloppy grin spread over his face as he got his first glimpse of his roommate's body, the body she knew instinctively he'd fantasized about but never thought he'd actually get to see. He leaned down to close his mouth over her nipples, enjoying the way they pebbled against his tongue. He bit gently.

Her legs were open and he stepped between them. She felt his cock press against her hot bare skin. She moaned, knowing it was driving him crazy. She squirmed her wetness against the head of his cock, knowing he was exerting every ounce of his self control not to push himself inside her. Closing her eyes, Finn raked her fingernails down his back, trying to get him to sink into her, waiting for him to fill her up with warmth.

Instead, what she got was a freezing jolt of pleasure. It thrust suddenly inside her. She gasped and looked down to see his melting cherry popsicle sliding in and out. Dave smirked as he drove the popsicle as far in as it would go, its juices dribbling all over his fingers as he pumped it. Finn arched her back, completely opening to him, letting the pleasure wash over her.

Her body raced towards climax. Her mouth dropped opened.

She came around the ice pop, muscles spasming around the melting sweetness. Before the strong waves of it stopped, Dave jerked out the popsicle and replaced it with his throbbing cock, pushing it deep. The sudden shock -- from icy coldness to powerful, pulsating heat -- made Finn cry out, breathless and shivering as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, over and over.

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, heels locked together and digging into his back, hands clawing, as he slammed into her. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him staring at her, his lips parted and his damp hair hanging in his eyes. He looked at her with such raw passion that her whole body trembled.

Perspiration rolled down his neck. She sucked the saltiness off his skin. The taste of him, the small whimpers at the back of his throat, the power behind his hips: They all drove Finn in an instant to a second orgasm.

His mouth enveloped hers just in time, silencing her scream. Her walls tightened around his cock. His eyes rolled back, and he gave her one last thrust, burying his face in her hair. "Finn," he cried.

His juices spilled from her body. They both looked down, watching as his cock pumped a few more times and slid from her body. Then they collapsed in a sweaty pile on the sticky, popsicle-streaked kitchen floor, panting. Strands of their hair clung to damp skin.

"That didn't help much with the heat problem," Finn said, regaining the ability to breathe without gasping.

Dave shrugged through heavy breaths. "It would've, if we'd actually eaten the pops."

Finn gave his shoulder a punch. "Very funny." Despite their jokes, her stomach was in knots. What now? She wondered. Would there be awkwardness?

Dave reached to stroke small circles on her stomach. "Hey, Finn," he murmured, turning on his side and propping his head up on one hand. "Gotta question for you."

Her eyebrows darted upward at his serious expression. "What?"

Looking down at her bare shoulder, at the mottled red and purple stickiness on their skin and on the linoleum, he took a deep breath, eyebrows knitted in concern. Finally, he risked a glance at her, and a smile spread over his face.

"Does this mean I still owe you all that rent?"

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