Forget Me Not by Sarah Daltry @SarahDaltry

Chapter 1

“That’s a hell of a lot of pink,” Derek says.             

I look over at my new roommate’s side of the room. He’s right. There are more shades of pink in her tiny space than I knew existed. Even her bed has about ten different hues of pink on it. I didn’t realize that a person could color coordinate her laptop, pillows, lamp, alarm clock, and storage crates, but she appears to have done all this and more.

I turn back to my side. The college-provided bed is raised; underneath are plastic bins that are all black. There is nothing in any of them, but I haven’t unpacked much. There are no sheets yet, because my parents and brother are on their way back with my last few boxes. It looks like a room in a hospital rather than in a dorm. When my new roommate, Kristen, shows up, she’s going to be disappointed.

Kristen and I communicated via Facebook all summer, although most of our conversations were about who was bringing what. I don’t know a ton about her except that she is majoring in education, she bought the fridge, and she seems nice enough. I admit that I was not prepared to live inside a bottle of Pepto-Bismol, but the last thing I want to do is start college fighting with my roommate. Besides, at least her side looks like a person lives in it – as opposed to my jailhouse chic look.

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m sure I’ll be too busy to notice.”

Derek’s about to respond when my parents and brother, Jon, return with the rest of my stuff. I feel like I brought too much, partially because there doesn’t seem to be enough space for it all, and partially because I don’t feel like unpacking it. Or bringing it home in nine months. After climbing the four flights of stairs at least ten times, even my athletic brother looks tired. The worst is that he still needs to finish moving his stuff to his dorm – and he’s not even on the right campus at the moment.

“It’s getting late,” my dad says. “Mom and I should be heading back. Do you think you can finish without us?”

My father is all about efficiency. The boxes are out of the car and in the room; therefore, it is time to head back before it gets dark or they hit traffic. I look at the boxes I haven’t unpacked; my parents aren’t going to be able to do much anyway.

“Go,” I say. “If I need anything, I’ll call.”

Dad seems ready to leave, satisfied with my answer and never one for emotional goodbyes, but Mom is fighting back tears. She hugs me and I feel her shaking a little.

“My little girl,” she says. The guys in the room share a collective awkward glance and I try to stop my mom before she gets out of hand. I’ve never even been to summer camp, so this is a big step for my parents, although I don’t remember her being this upset when my brother went away to school last year. I suppose it’s because I’m the youngest. And a girl. Girls seem to be able to get into far more trouble, as far as parents are concerned. At least she can be comforted knowing I’m on the Pill; she made sure of that as soon as I was old enough to know what sex was. It didn’t matter that it took another few years before I actually had it.

“It’s fine, Mom. I’m only an hour away. And I’ll be home in a little over a month for Columbus Day.”

“If you need anything or if you decide you want to come home-”

“I know. I’ll call.” I hug her again and my dad pushes her toward the door. “Thanks again. I love you both. Call me when you get home, okay?” I know this will appease my mother and it seems to be what she needs to allow my father to point her into the hallway. They say one more goodbye and then it is just Derek, me, and Jon.

Derek and Jon have been best friends for years, since they were kids. Despite my crush on Derek that started when I was in eighth grade, we’ve only been dating for ten months. Luckily, Jon has had plenty of time to get used to the idea. He’s been supportive, although I don’t suppose he had much of a choice. It makes it easier that we can still be the same when we’re together, even with the new relationship.

“We should probably head out fairly soon, too,” he says to Derek. “I have to go get some stuff for the dorm, though, so I, uh…”

“What the hell do you still have to get?” I ask.

“Um, you know, some stuff. Like things. For the, uh, stuff.” He and Derek share a look. “Why don’t I go get that stuff and those things and I guess it’ll be like an hour. Yeah? An hour’s good?”

I admit that there’s still something strange about sleeping with my brother’s best friend. When Derek walked in on me masturbating during my 18th birthday weekend, we ended up having quite the night. I still don’t know when Derek told Jon and, although my brother must know we are intimate, it isn’t really something we talk about openly. Clearly.

I look to Derek, thinking there are plenty of things I can do with him in an hour. He smiles and nods to Jon. I know he’s thinking the same thing that I am.

“Yeah, that works. Text me when you’re back on campus and I’ll meet you out front. So you don’t have to park.” 

“Cool. Bye, Lily. See you in a month,” Jon says.

He’s gone and Derek starts ripping the boxes apart looking for my comforter. He doesn’t even say anything before he tosses it on the bed and drags me onto him. It’s obvious we both have the same intentions for our time together before my brother returns. I get my shirt and bra off while he pulls my pants to my ankles. We undress in a quick tangle of limbs and clothing and he has me naked on my back within a minute of my brother leaving. He slides his fingers inside of me and they get right to work.

“Shit, Lily. I thought I was going to die,” he says.

“I know. Now shut up and play with my pussy,” I tell him. He does what I tell him and I’m wet immediately. His thumb teases my clit until it is throbbing and I feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. Derek covers my mouth with his and his tongue slips between my lips. I am enjoying the way he plays with me when the door opens.

“Oh, um…” A girl’s voice sounds in the room and Derek grabs the edges of my comforter, wrapping us in the navy blue fabric. He does not remove his fingers as we both look at my roommate. This is the first time I’ve met Kristen in person.

“Hi,” I say, blushing.

Kristen smiles. “Sorry,” she laughs. “I would suggest you a) lock the door and b) hang something on the handle. I have to go to the bookstore, so I will come back in a little while. And I’ll knock.” She laughs again and leaves, locking the door this time.

“Wow, that was embarrassing,” I say. Last year, it was Derek walking in on me and now it’s my roommate walking in on us both. I don’t have much of a track record. Although Derek walking in on me led to something very similar to what we are doing now, and Kristen walking in on us led to… well, something very similar to what we are doing now. Still, I definitely need to learn to lock my door.

Derek doesn’t reply, but gets back to work on my cunt. He moves down my legs and slides his tongue inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as his tongue slips in and out of my pussy. I enjoy my first orgasm in my college dorm room bed with Derek’s head between my legs. He doesn’t let me relax after, though, and he is ready to move into position to enter me as soon as I finish. I feel him push deep inside of me and he pulls me up to meet him.

“I love you, Lily,” he says. I tighten around his hard cock when he says it. After four years of thinking about Derek, I still can’t believe this is real. His hands move into my hair and he brings my face close to his. I feel so happy wrapped around him and I start to come again. “You are perfect,” he whispers as my pussy contracts and I go weak in his arms. I move back and forth with him, but eventually the sensations are too much and I collapse back onto the bed. Derek lifts my legs and pounds himself into me, his throbbing growing stronger by the second. After I come yet again, he explodes and then falls on top of me, our sweaty bodies still linked together.

I cling to him, feeling his back muscles relaxing now that he has come. He kisses the top of my head and gets off the bed. I admire his body as he stands naked in front of me. Everything I imagined for years in high school is on full view, and he’s far more than I ever dreamed he would be. I can’t help but laugh when I think about how much I worshipped him even when he was an awkward freshman.

“Are you laughing at me?” He is smiling, though, and I know that he knows I find nothing funny about his body now.

“I was just remembering how hot I thought you were back when you still had braces,” I tease.

“Well, I had a crush on you before you even had tits,” he mocks me back.

I lean against the wall, pushing my chest forward. “I have them now,” I tell him.

He moves back to me and gets hard again. I slip his cock in between my breasts and he moans, closing his eyes, as I tempt him. He moves up and down between my breasts, which is somehow as hot for me as it is for him. I think I just love the idea that he feels this turned on by me. “You certainly do,” he says.

I know it won’t be long before Kristen comes back, so I bring my head down to his cock and suck him off, waiting for the warm load as it slides down my throat. Now that we’re both satisfied, I get off the bed and dress, his gaze still on my naked ass as I bend over. If I had any say, Derek and I would have hours to spend doing exactly what we just did. However, the hour is almost up.

4Get Me Not

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Genre – New Adult Erotic Romance

Rating – X

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