Using Naomi

Part One

Chapter One

 

Naomi steadied herself with one hand on the wall and the other on Will’s shoulder. He was holding her hips with both hands, letting her ride him, letting her take charge. He couldn’t believe his good luck. It wasn’t that he had trouble meeting women and getting them back to his place, it was that Naomi actually came back to his place…and it wasn’t the first time.

She wasn’t incredibly gorgeous or so wild that she stood out from the pack. While she did have above average looks and a great body, she would most likely be defined as cute by any of the men he knew. Will wasn’t an idiot; he knew at best he was attractive only because of his striking green eyes and well-above average stature. He knew this was going to be a one-time thing and that she was just looking for a quick roll in the sack for her own purposes. That wasn’t going to change the fact that he intended to enjoy every minute of her.

He had been staring at her across the dining area of the over-priced on-campus coffee shop; she had been sitting by herself which was rare. It seemed like she was always with her new boyfriend. When she saw him looking at her, she got up and came to his table, sitting down without even being invited. Naomi was like that, very forward. They got to talking about their previous short lived relationship and she said she was in the mood and had the afternoon free. That was all Will needed. His shared apartment was just off campus and they practically ran back there. So what if he was missing a class? It was an elective and he could easily make it up. He doubted he’d ever have the chance to fuck Naomi again.

They had stripped down and fallen into bed with a single purpose in mind. To Will, everything was going great. Naomi was much more aggressive than he remembered her from two years previous, but that was fine with him. She insisted on being on top and told him he didn’t need to use a condom, that she was safe. He knew it was a bad idea, probably everything about the afternoon was a bad idea, and so he went ahead and did it raw.

“Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh God,” she started repeating over and over. That hadn’t changed about Naomi at all. She always said the exact same thing when she was about to cum. Everything else about her was exactly the same as well: her face, her perfect tits that other guys said were too small, but naked they were perfect to Will’s eyes and hands, her body that seemed like it was born for no other purpose than to have sex.

When she came, her pussy got incredibly hot and seemed to clamp down on his cock. That he remembered as well. Since he was already on the edge, it was easy to just let go and cum inside her.

She didn’t object at all. When he came, she actually shuddered again, savoring the sensation of him filling her pussy. She rested atop him for a minute before either of them spoke. “Okay, yeah, that’s exactly what I remember. It was that good.”

Will laughed lightly. “Glad I could help you reminisce.” He inhaled deeply, relishing the pleasant feeling of his cock within her. “The sex was always good, wasn’t it? Too bad we didn’t click better, but I was young and stupid.”

Pushing back on her elbows, she lifted up her head and looked at him. “It was good,” she agreed. “I should have kept fucking you and not broken up.”

“I wouldn’t have objected.” He gave her a kiss and she didn’t pull away or complain. “I thought you were dating some other guy.”

She looked away. “Yeah. Reid. We actually moved in together for senior year.”

“Really. Huh. That seems…fast.”

After letting out a sigh of frustration she said, “I needed a place to stay. He said he’d let me stay at his place, no rent, because we were in love. Or I thought we were in love. I couldn’t say no. He’s got family money and the place he’s staying in…it’s fantastic.”

Will tensed up. “Were in love?” he asked her.

“Yeah, past tense. We broke up.”

Will didn’t know what to say. “And you’re still living at his place?”

“No. He kicked me out.”

“Where…where have you been living?”

Naomi sighed and rolled off him. He hated the feeling of disconnecting, but she was clearly ready to be done with him. “Haven’t you heard? Being a homeless college student is the latest craze. We stay in our cars, with friends, sometimes we even hide in the library all night because the private study rooms are decent places to sleep.”

“You’re kidding.” He knew that Naomi’s family wasn’t well-off, but he didn’t think she was couch surfing and going to college full time as well.

She glared up at the ceiling. “I wish I was.”

“Where do you keep your stuff?” It was an incredibly practical question and ridiculous at the same time.

“Here and there. My friend Carol is part of a group that’s renting a house. Most of my stuff is in their garage.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, he knew it was a bad idea, yet he couldn’t stop himself. “Okay, we’re renting this place, Jim, Fred, and me, but there’s a fourth bedroom, really small, but you can stay there until you find some other place.”

“Really?” Her eyes were shining with glee. That was all the thanks he needed, but she thanked him more anyway.

 

Chapter Two

 

“No. Absolutely not.” It was Jim that objected. “She’ll upset the balance of the apartment and increase costs of electricity and water and everything else.”

Naomi was on the verge of tears. They were in the apartment’s small kitchen to discuss Naomi moving in. It was Jim who was in charge of the financial affairs of the group. He had graduated last year and had an actual job. Will and Fred were still seniors but contributed equally to the rent and other expenses.

“If she’ll pay a portion of the rent,” said Fred, “I wouldn’t object. It’ll save money for all of us.”

“Her name’s not on the lease,” said Jim. “That’s reason enough to say no.”

Naomi stood up. “Forget it. I don’t have any money for rent. I wouldn’t be able to help out. I shouldn’t have let Will ask you two.” Before anything else could be said, she walked out of the apartment.

Will was about to complain to Jim and his ham-handed treatment of Naomi, but Jim spoke first. “I can’t believe you you’d ask if your girlfriend can stay with us for free. Fucking ridiculous.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Will said defensively. It was a stupid thing to say. He wished she was his girlfriend, but he managed to get ahold of his tongue before he uttered those words.

Jim perked up. “No? I’d definitely fuck her. If she let me fuck her, I’d let her stay here a week.”

“Don’t be fucking crude. She’s not a prostitute.”

Jim shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

Fred stood up. “If she can’t contribute money,” he said. “I mean, maybe if she’d clean up and take care of the cooking and everything. Then maybe…”

It was too much for Will. “Whatever. I’ve got a study group to go to.” It was a lie and they all knew it. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

He was only slightly surprised to find Naomi in the stairwell crying. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said between tears. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up and I shouldn’t have even asked you. It was wrong.”

“It’s probably not a good place for you to stay anyway,” Will told her. He snorted in disgust. “Jim actually said he’d let you stay a week if you’d fuck him. Fucking pig.”

“Really?” she asked between sniffles.

“Crude, huh?”

“Yeah…” she half-heartedly agreed and let out a rueful laugh.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

When Will got home from class, Jim’s bedroom door was shut. Muffled music was coming through the door, but that didn’t stop the sounds of sex from escaping as well. Jim had slept with a variety of women since they rented the apartment. It didn’t surprise him.

What did surprise him was what happened next. He was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Jim’s door opened. He figured the girl or Jim was headed to the bathroom for a bit of post-coital cleanup. It was Naomi who walked out of the bedroom.

“Shit,” she said upon seeing Will and froze in place.

“Hey,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say. He just stared at her wrapped up in Jim’s bathrobe.

“Um…hi.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked. The moment after he said it, he realized how stupid the question was.

She didn’t answer the question directly. “I mean…you were going to find out eventually, right?” She let out a little breath of surprise in herself. “It would be impossible to hide it from you.”

Will, showing all the power of a liberal arts education, connected the dots. “You fucked Jim for a place to stay.” It came out half as an accusation and half a statement of disappointment.

“Not exactly,” said Jim as he walked out of his bedroom. He was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. Will was glad Jim had something on, even if he was bare-chested. “I think I cut a pretty damn good deal for all of us.

 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Will said as the four of them gathered in the kitchen at evening.

“It’s empty space,” said Jim. “Why let it go to waste?”

“You can’t prostitute someone for a place to stay,” Will objected.

“This is my decision,” Naomi interrupted. “I can do what I want with my body and life!”

Will glared at her a moment while Jim spoke again. “Look. It’s all perfectly fair. She spends one week fucking me, then a week fucking you, and a week fucking Fred. Everyone gets a fair shot at her every month. It’ll be a like a month-to-month lease.”

“What about the fourth week?” asked the ever practical Fred. He looked around the table nervously, as if this mutually agreed upon bit of modern prostitution disturbed him more than it should have.

“Period week,” said Jim. Naomi rolled her eyes.

“I don’t want your leftovers,” Fred said sourly. It sounded like a lame excuse, even to Will.

“Don’t talk about Naomi like that,” Jim objected. “This is perfect. I’m getting us all a woman to have sex with whenever we want at no additional cost, plus she’ll help keep up the apartment. And if you don’t want her your week,” he grinned lusciously, “I’ll be happy to take her off your hands. No additional charge.”

Fighting to keep from punching Jim in the face, Will turned to Naomi. “You don’t have to do this,” he said to Naomi.

“I have to stay somewhere,” she said. “Besides, I’ve done worse for less.”

That shocked Jim. Was it true or was she just putting on a brave face for him? Or herself?

“What if—what if—what if,” Fred repeated trying to come up with an objection. He often folded in front of Jim, but this time he came up with something. “What if she’s a lousy lay?”

“She’s not,” Jim told him. “I can assure you of that.” He gave them all an overly broad wink.

Will remained silent, hating himself for silently agreeing with Jim.

“Look, we’re going to try it for a week, and then we’ll reassess.” Jim, older and with a job, had made the decision for the apartment.

Will wasn’t sure if he was angry at the decision, or thrilled that he’d be able to continue to fuck Naomi. It wasn’t like she had been faithful to him during the month they were together as sophomores.

“I suppose you get her for the first week?” asked Will, glancing back and forth between Naomi and his friend. Fred said nothing, his objections having faded away.

“Of course. She’s already started on that.”

Naomi didn’t look at him.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

It took Naomi a surprisingly short amount of time to move in to the tiny room. She only had a pair of suitcases, some boxes, a few small plastic totes, and a giant laundry bag. Added to that was a laptop and some books. She had no furniture, no bed, and no desk. It didn’t really matter because the tiny bedroom that was supposed to be for her was barely big enough for a bed.

Will said nothing to her for the first couple of days, not that she had time to notice him ignoring her. Between moving in, going to class, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, along with fucking Jim, she had no free time at all.

Will heard her and Jim having sex in the bedroom all the time. And by all the time that meant in the morning before Jim left for work and at night when he went to sleep. Jim had graduated the year before, landed a halfway decent job, and stuck around the college to hang out with younger friends and live a party life. If nothing else, Jim was determined to get as much value out of Naomi as possible before he handed her over to Will and Fred.

Because of the vagaries of his class schedule, Will was often home in the middle of the day. He didn’t expect to find Naomi in the kitchen wearing an oversized nightshirt while eating cereal. It was well into fall and they hadn’t turned on the heat yet. He could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the nightshirt but she wasn’t complaining about being cold.

He was hungry and he didn’t want to hide in his room to eat, so he grabbed a bowl and cereal as well. “Hey,” he said as he sat down. “Aren’t you…cold?” he asked, indicating her chest.

Naomi glanced down at herself, saw the small bumps projecting through her shirt, and shrugged. “No, not really.” She didn’t even bother to try to hide her nipples.

“You don’t mind…being like that?” he asked, fascinated and uncomfortable at the same time.

She shrugged again. “You’ve seen me naked before. What does it matter?”

They ate in silence.

When she finished, she rinsed out her bowl and put it in the sink for later washing. Turning around, she leaned back against the counter and looked at Will while he pretended to read an accounting textbook. The nightshirt barely reached mid-thigh on her and she tried to present herself at an attractive angle to Will, but he was using all his concentration to ignore her. Naomi tried a more direct approach.

“Wanna fuck?”

He looked up at her in surprise. “What?”

“Wanna fuck?” she repeated. “Jim was in a hurry this morning and didn’t get me off, but he left me horny. So…do you want to have sex?”

It was hard for Will to wrap his head around what she was offering him. “Aren’t you supposed to be having sex with Jim this week?”

She nodded. “And I am. But I can have sex with whoever I want. I’d ask Fred, but he’s not here. I’d like to fuck him. I mean, I’ve already had sex with you. It’s not anything new. I’m looking forward to doing him. It’ll be fun. But right now I need to get off. I’m horny. And if you don’t want to fuck, then I’ll just jill off and go to class.”

He almost wanted to tell her to jill off and be done with it. He was on the verge of telling her to fuck Jim for the rest of this week, fuck Fred the next week—if he was willing—and then spend the following week in her tiny bedroom because he was done with her.