It reminded me of that night when we had our first sexual encounter together. Back then we looked very much alike and acted nothing alike. He was the ...ne who was more conservitive, studied hard, loved money, was involved in some groups, such as Chess, Theology study, and he went to church often. I on the other hand. was more of the artsy type. I always wore black and a lot of my time was spent alone painting, drawing, art was my only release for expression. Not much has changed for me, I am. There was a bit of electricity in the air that I couldn't help notice.That night, Becky stayed over. She seemed a little distant during sex. Afterwards, as we were getting ready for bed, she asked, "Does your roommate have a girlfriend?"I said I didn't know, although I was pretty sure he didn't. "Why do you want to know?" I asked."Oh, he was checking me out a little when we met. Did you notice?" she said."A little," I said."Ooh, did you like him checking me out?" she said mischievously."I. ’ He averts his eyes, a red tint invading his cheeks. As soon as he looks away, she takes his dick back into her mouth, licking a burning line from base to tip. He grasps the sheets, his knees shaking. She senses his climax, closing her mouth around him and swallowing all that she could. ‘How come you get all the attention?’ She pouts, crossing her arms awkwardly across her large chest. Alex regains his breath, grinning at her impatience. He pushed her down once more, sliding off her panties. ”“I didn’t mean...”“Yes you did. You’re a man, hence you’re self-centered. No, no, don’t worry, your name might have come up once or twice. Anyway, the conversation we’re about to have in which you ask if I enjoyed the sex, how I feel about you ... because you’re self-centered, remember? ... in the aftermath, and all that crap? She beat you to it, loser.”“Wendy, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure...”“I’m teasing you, slowpoke. Jesus, you’re way too fucking earnest these days. The truth is that I’m.