SGM Fujoshi

His roommate, John, is a white man with blue eyes and such a thick accent that Bambi barely understands what he says at first. But he keeps glancing at her tits and he doesn’t even raise an eyebrow at her suitcase, so she figures it’s Kyle’s MO to bring home girls who don’t have too many other other options. She guesses the military can’t take the cop out of the man.

John, or Tav, as Kyle calls him, apparently has a girlfriend. She shakes Bambi’s hand on first introductions, but she’s not interested in deep conversation. That would be fine, but as soon as Kyle says Bambi is staying for a few days, Amelia rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath.

So Bambi sleeps with John.

He doesn’t take any convincing. Amelia goes to work and Kyle steps out for groceries or something, and John starts slobbering on her like a dog. Apparently all the shit his girlfriend talked about men eventually wanting to “settle down” doesn’t apply to him. Neither does the concept of reading his partner’s body language. Bambi has to swat his hands away from her hair a couple of times, and he absolutely goes down on her for his enjoyment and not hers. He’s all over the place, lapping at her like a dog until his spit drips from her thighs onto Kyle’s duvet. She has a hard time thinking that Amelia gets much out of their sex life, if this is how he fucks, so maybe Bambi is doing her a favor.

“Are…” John pulls a hair from his mouth with an incredulous laugh. “Are you on your phone?”

“I’m trying to get into a party,” she answers, absently, zooming in on a flyer. “Is ‘The Green’ close to here?”

He likes the fact that she ignores him, go figure. He gets so caught up in things that he tries to fuck her without a condom, so she kicks him off the bed. He’s really into that, too, and waddles back to his own room holding his dick. When he comes back, he throws himself on top of her with another sloppy kiss and positions himself to push into her. She’s still tight, of course, so she pushes him away until she can get into a better position. He moans like he’s dying when he pushes into her from behind.

“Take a picture,” she commands, passing her phone back over her shoulder.

He comes as soon as the shudder clicks.

That is, apparently, right after Kyle returns to the apartment, because he slams the door open with an angry shout. He gets pissy about the fact that they’re in his bed, and only gets more pissy when Bambi points out that her stuff is here, and she’s not going to fuck in Amelia’s bed. That sets John off, since her name is apparently Emily, and he won’t let Bambi disrespect her that way. She doesn’t bother to point out how stupid he sounds, just pushes past him to Kyle’s bathroom for a shower.

“That wasn’t cool,” Kyle grumbles, stepping into the water behind her, a few minutes later.

Bambi rolls her eyes. “I don’t fuck on couches.”

“That’s my best mate,” he snaps, putting soap into his hands. After a few seconds of angry scrubbing, he asks, “Are you that much of a slag that you had to sleep with him?”

“I slept with you,” she snaps back, turning off the water. “We literally met two days ago. You weren’t around, he wanted to fool around, we did. Jesus. Relax.”

“Turn the water back on.”

“I’m done,” she grabs the towel from the hook by the curtain and steps out.

“That’s my towel!”