Roommate Games

By J.T. Peters

Sarah and Tom have been roommates for a while, but there were a few things that Sarah didn't know about her roommate. After Tom is unceremoniously dumped by his girlfriend, he confesses to Sarah that it was because he had revealed his fetishes for feet and pantyhose. Thankfully, Sarah is no stranger to kink, and even goes so far as to start having fun with Tom - foot rubs, teasing, and a little bit of foot worship. That fun eventually leads to a night of games involving two other friends, and an eager but bewildered Tom is left wondering just how far things are going to go between him and Sarah.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.T. Peters
• Release date: Mar 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310457487

J.T. Peters

J.T. Peters is the naughty alter ego of an established writer. He wanted an outlet for his erotic writings, and wanted to contribute to an area of the fetish world that seemed to be lacking in erotic material that satisfied his particular tastes. As a foot and pantyhose fetishist himself who is in a healthy and wonderful relationship with his wife of many years, he wants to share his stories with like-minded folks.

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Roommate Games

J.T. Peters

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Author's Note

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter One: Depression and Confession

Sarah somehow picked the worst possible moment to come home. Before she could fully step through the front door of the apartment, she could hear heated words delivered in a familiar high-pitched voice. With a sigh, Sarah wiggled the key in the partially busted lock and opened the door. In the little hallway on the other side, her roommate's girlfriend was throwing on her pink bubble coat and sputtering, I couldn't date a normal guy, could I? No, I had to get stuck with a weirdo pervert.

Christina, Tom said, reaching out to the angry young woman, his blue-green eyes sad and pleading. That's not fair, I–

Just… ugh, just no. She brushed past Sarah and with a scowl muttered, Your roommate is a freak. Good luck with that. The door slammed and the apartment fell into an awkward hush.

Sarah set her overstuffed handbag on the floor and watched Tom for a moment. All he could do was stare at the door, his face a mask of bewildered let-down. Tom? she finally said in a gentle voice. He glanced over at her in surprise, having not noticed her in the wake of the meltdown, and then the color of his cheeks deepened to an almost purple color. What happened?

Her roommate shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and looked down at the floor. She broke up with me.

Yeah, I kind of figured that one out. She unbuttoned her gray overcoat and threw it on the ancient thrifted coat rack, then approached Tom and put a hand on his arm. Do you want to talk about it?

There was a hesitation before Tom looked up and caught Sarah's hazel eyes. He seemed to be making a rather difficult decision. Finally, he responded, Yeah, I think I do. The side of his lip twitched upward. But I think I'm going to need a drink or three.

Sarah gave him a sympathetic smile. You sit down and I'll get us a couple of beers. With a mumbled thanks, Tom went into the living room and flopped down on their couch, while Sarah headed for the small galley kitchen. In a way, she was glad Christina was out of the picture. The girl had been a total bitch at times, and on more than one occasion Sarah had wanted to outright strangle her. On the other hand, though, Sarah had really grown to like Tom and she hated to see him unhappy. The two had been strangers when they met, brought together by mutual friends. Tom had needed someone to split the rent with and Sarah had been looking for a place, simple as that. But the two of them had clicked right away and had gotten on very well within the year they had been living together. More often than not, they hung out together and had fun as if they had been friends for a long time. So, as she grabbed two bottles of the latest craft beer Tom had brought home, Sarah resolved to help him through whatever was going on.

Thanks, Tom said quietly as he took the beer from Sarah. Settling onto the other side of the couch, she kicked off her black pumps and folded her stocking feet underneath her charcoal skirt. When she glanced at Tom she caught his eyes snapping upwards before looking away quickly, but she didn't think anything of it.

So what happened? she prompted her roommate as she absently attempted to open her beer.

With a heavy sigh, Tom stared ahead at nothing and said, This is… hard for me to talk about. I mean, it took forever to get the courage to say it to Christina and… look how that turned out. I just…

"You know I'm not going to fly off the handle, Sarah assured him, still fighting with the bottle cap. You can say whatever you… She paused and looked down at the bottle, then back to Tom. This isn't a screw-off top, is it?" Her roommate grinned and shook his head. From his pocket his produced a keychain