The Roommate Special

Little Puck gets home and catches her roommate Oliver Davis stroking it on the couch. Dude’s so caught up he doesn’t even clock her. She lets it slide, heads off without a word. Then she keeps running into it—in the kitchen, poolside—Oliver giving himself a show every damn place. Never spots her watching. A few nights later, she plants herself on that same couch, fingers working deep and quick. Door swings open and Oliver freezes, staring. She grins, calls him out: she’s seen the whole exhibition tour, so now it’s her turn to put on one. He blushes red, but she waves it away and tells him straight: whip it out for her, right now. Then they can stroke each other.