Double Vag With Your Bro | A Roommate Story

Jake and I stumbled into the apartment, still buzzing from the strip club. He tossed his keys onto the counter, cracking his neck with a satisfied grin.

"Bro, that was a solid night."

I flopped onto the couch, stretching out. "Yeah, you were on fire with that blonde. Thought you were gonna take her home."

Jake smirked, rubbing his jaw. "Nah, I got something lined up. This chick from the app—absolute smoke show. She's driving in, should be here in an hour or so." He grabbed the grinder from the table, packing a fresh bowl.

I raised an eyebrow. "Damn, alright. Keeping the streak alive."

He passed the bowl to me, exhaling slow. "You know how it is."

The air was thick with the remnants of the club—cheap perfume, whiskey, sweat. We sat there in comfortable silence, passing the bowl back and forth, the glow of the TV flickering against the walls. Then, out of nowhere, Jake said, "You ever watched porn on this TV?"

I turned my head, playing dumb. "What? No."

Jake laughed, shaking his head. "Dude, come on. This thing's got surround sound. You've never even been curious?"

I shrugged, taking another hit. "I guess I never thought about it."

He picked up the remote, flipping through apps. "Had this roommate in college who swore that watching porn with your boys was some primal bonding shit. Said it kept you from getting weird about sex." He glanced at me. "I used to think it was kinda sus, but I dunno, man. It's just porn."

I didn't say anything, just let him keep talking.

"It's not like we're fucking each other." He smirked, queuing up a video. "Just two guys, appreciating the same shit."

The screen flickered to life—a girl on her knees, moaning softly. The sound filled the room, way too clear, way too crisp.

Jake leaned back, spreading his legs slightly, one hand resting on his thigh. "Kinda wild watching it like this, huh?"

I chuckled. "A little."

A minute passed. Then he exhaled slowly, shifting in his seat. "Man… I need to take the edge off before she gets here."

There was no hesitation. He adjusted his sweats, got comfortable. Pulled it out. Just like that. No big deal.

I let a beat pass before following suit.

The silence got heavier.

At one point, he glanced over. "Damn," he muttered. "Didn't know you were packing like that."

I smirked, tilting my head. "Not bad yourself."

We laughed, but the air had shifted, thick with something else.

Jake shifted again, his hand hovering, just slightly—like we were both waiting for the other to make the first move. It was right there, and I could feel it, the unspoken thing about to tip over—

His eyes flicked toward me, then back to the screen. "Damn, this chick's got a mouth on her."

I let the moment sit, watching him out of the corner of my eye. His hand kept moving, slow and steady. I caught him glancing at me, at how I did it.

Then, like it was nothing, he reached over, gave me a quick squeeze. Just one firm grip, testing the weight of it.

"Shit, bro. Thick as hell."

I just smirked, not saying a word.

Then—

A knock at the door.

We both jolted, scrambling to pull our sweats up. Jake looked at me, then down at himself, muttering, "Fuck."

He got up to open the door, and there she was.

His date.

Tight black dress. Heels. That effortlessly hot kind of girl who made guys stupid. She stepped inside, lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Jake cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "Uh—hey."

She looked between us, lingering on Jake before shifting her weight. There was something nervous in the way she hesitated, but then she took a breath and just went for it.

"So… I saw what was happening through the window."

Silence.

My stomach dropped, but she just tilted her head, eyes flicking between us. "That was kinda hot."

Jake stiffened, running a hand through his hair. "We were just, uh… it wasn't—" He exhaled. "We were drunk. It's not like we're—"

She took a step closer, cutting him off with a smirk. "I didn't say anything was wrong with it." She let that hang for a second before tilting her head. "So, uh… would you guys be comfortable having a threesome?"

The air went thick again, but this time it was different. Jake exhaled, leaning back. "I mean… I'm down if you are."

I shrugged, keeping it casual. "Yeah. Why not?"

She grinned, stepping forward, and suddenly, we were moving, bodies shifting, clothes peeling away. She kissed Jake first, deep and slow, her hands sliding under his shirt. I stayed back, watching, stroking myself as she turned to me next.

Her lips were soft, warm, hungry. She tasted like cinnamon gum and something sweet.

When she dropped to her knees between us, she looked up, eyes flicking between us like she was making a decision. Then she went to Jake first, her lips wrapping around him, her fingers sliding down his abs. I watched, my breath heavy, my hand still stroking. Then she switched, her mouth on me, Jake watching this time. His breathing had changed. Mine too.

And then, as if reading each other's minds, we guided her back onto the couch. Jake and I knelt on either side of her, each hand tracing her body, exploring. My fingers brushed the inside of her thigh while Jake's traveled up her stomach. Our hands never touched. We moved like we had an unspoken agreement. Like we were both chasing the same thing but refusing to cross a line we couldn't uncross.

When we kissed our way down her body, our heads dipped lower, her thighs parting. We were inches apart, breathing the same air, lips brushing over her skin. We both reached her at the same time, tongues teasing, mouths working in tandem, but never—never—touching. She gasped, fingers in our hair, pulling us closer, but we stayed just apart, close enough to feel each other without ever crossing that line.

Then, she reached for me, pulling me up, guiding me inside her as Jakes head stayed between her legs. She moaned as I started moving, and Jake buried his face between her thighs. Her body arched, back pressing into the couch. She reached for Jake at the same time she pulled me deeper, his mouth focused around her clit as I thrust into her, making sure not to get too close. It was a rhythm, a cycle. I moved. She moaned. It was so fucking close. And maybe—just maybe—there was a moment. A brush. A graze. Something I could write off later.

Then we switched. I laid back, and she climbed on top, straddling me. Jake moved behind her, lining up. She gasped as we both pushed inside, her body tightening around us, trapping me under her, Jake above. I couldn't move. Jake did all the work, every thrust pushing both of us deeper. She clenched, her breath catching, and we both tensed at the same time. A deep groan ripped from Jake's throat as we both let go, finishing in sync, the mess coating her and him in a way that left no doubt we'd just crossed something. The mixture of all three of us poured out of her onto me.

We just laughed.

Jake threw me my shirt. "Here, bro. Clean up."

She kissed Jake goodbye, then left like it was nothing.

We sat in silence for a second, still naked.

Jake grabbed the grinder. "You wanna finish this and keep watching?"

I stretched.

Jake smirked.