Room For One More update

Beca didn’t stir into wakefulness so much as walk into it like a brick walk, suddenly awake, her mind drawn between dreams and misplaced memories and the truth of where she was now. Her eyes fluttered open and started to make things clear. She could feel someone pawing at her breasts, strange hands arousing her nipples to painful erection.

“What the fuck!” Beca yelled, slapping at the male figure. He immediately jumped away as if whipped, his eyes popping open, his face turning bright red in the low light. Beca pulled her sheets up to her throat. The last thing she remembered was watching Stacie and Benji—no, they’d gone off to do something, she’d stayed to burn some incense and get the sex funk out of the air before Jesse got back… she’d felt tired… she’d laid down…

Adrenaline was now pumping in her veins, wiping away the last hints of drowsiness. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded. “Benji? What are you doing?”

He nodded, red-faced. “Yeah, I’m… Benji,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I thought you were Stacie.”

“Stacie?” Beca trilled. She lifted the sheet and peeked down at her body. Not only were her nipples erect, but her pussy was soaked. Whatever he’d been doing to her as she slept, he’d been damn good at it. “You’d better explain what’s going on right now, asshole, or I am going to fucking rip you a new part… apart… a new one…” She held her head. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

“Kinda?” Benji said dubiously. “I… Stacie wanted to get a few drinks with me, so I bought her a few drinks, but then she saw some of her friends and I wanted, she wanted, to say hi to them, and she said she would be right back, but she wasn’t, and there was nothing to do at the party but drink, so I drank—“

“Party?” Beca repeated. “You were at a kegger?” 

“Yeah!” Benji agreed, pointing at Beca as thought she’d found a word that was right on the tip of his tongue. “Then I really needed to pee, and I didn’t want to do it outside where someone could see me, so I came back here, but then I was really tired, so I thought I’d get some sleep, but you were in my bed, and it was dark by then, so I thought it was Stacie and that she’d come back here to, uh, be my girlfriend and stuff.”

“Your bed?” Beca asked. “This is Jesse’s bed.”

“No, it’s, uh, mine.” Benji pointed. Turning, Beca saw that his name was written on the headboard like a monogram. “You can tell because I have a dreamcatcher and Jesse doesn’t.” Beca looked further up. There was a dreamcatcher hanging from the ceiling. She didn’t know why that would differentiate his bed from Jesse’s and his name wouldn’t—she kinda didn’t want to know.

Her heart softened; Benji was too embarrassed to stay mad at. “I might’ve smoked a bowl before—I got tired and went to sleep in your bed. Sorry. My bad.”

Benji seemed congenially unable to get off the losing side. He waved his hands as if still making a point. “So… you’re not Stacie?”

“No?” Beca said confusedly. “Not unless that was some really good weed.” 

She smiled haplessly. Benji really was cute, in the way little boys and puppy dogs were, so well-meaning that it’d take a monster to stay angry with him. His big eyes still seemed half-afraid of her. She supposed to him, even a girl as small as her was cause for alarm. She hadn’t meant to go off on him like she was going to claim a Stand Your Ground defense, but what was she supposed to do, waking up to find a strange man cuddling with her?

Though how strange could he be when she’d halfway had a threesome with him?

“I guess I should mosey along,” she said. “You probably want your bed back and all to yourself, too.”

“No, that’s alright,” Benji croaked. “You had it first. I’ll sleep in Jesse’s bed.”

“I think he’d prefer it if I slept there,” Beca volunteered. “No offense.”

“Oh, no, none taken.” Benji came over, moving uneasily, and sat down, careful not to touch her even through the sheet. There was an obvious erection holding out the front of his boxers. Interest built in her mind as Beca saw it. She might not’ve had Stacie’s… everything, but someone didn’t seem to mind… “You can go ahead. I don’t mind if the bed’s still warm.”

“Yeah, but, I’m not wearing so much,” Beca said. “Like, less than I’d like you to see?”

“Hey, I don’t mind,” Benji said considerately. “I mean, wait—less than—much—“ His blush deepened into violet. “Would you like me to look away?”

“Can I trust you to?” Beca asked him, and his ears looked like they would burst into flame. He was cute, and it was so much fun to tease him, but God, still so shy even after Stacie’d had her way with him. If her dance card wasn’t full already, she’d be crazy about him.

Benji had been turning away, but now he looked her way earnestly. “Honestly, I won’t look at you at all! Honest!”

Beca smirked. “Sure. I bet you just hate looking at naked girls.”

Benji shook his head solemnly. “I wouldn’t know.”

“You… haven’t?” Beca asked, not quite believing him. Hadn’t Stacie given him an all-out lapdance? But the look in his eyes convinced her. It would be just like him to go through all that and try to avoid eye contact with Stacie the whole way. “How come? I mean, you sure seemed to like Stacie well enough.”

“I was afraid I’d… embarrass myself.”

“What do you have to be embarrassed about? Those big blue eyes and that curly hair…” She tousled it with her hand before Benji sheepishly pulled his head away. “Oh, now I’m embarrassing you. But it’s true. There’s a reason Stacie and Emily are fighting over you.”

“They are?” Benji whispered. Then he shook his head. “No, no way. Every time I try to talk to a girl, I get all… you know… I don’t know what to say. Just like now—I know I’m not making any sense. Everything’s coming out wrong.”

Beca shifted beneath the cover so that she could sit up, folding her legs underneath her and holding the blanket in front of her. “You’re doing just fine in my book.”

“No, I’m not… I’m wondering why you’re naked,” Benji said, then looked as if he might die on the spot.

“Well, at least you’re honest,” Beca replied, though she had to admit, her ears were burning a little. Oh well—maybe it would help Benji to know he wasn’t the only one with a case of nerves. “For my part, it kinda did a number on me, watching you and Stacie together. I was… kinda hoping that when Jesse got back, he would do something about it.”

“Like what?” Benji asked innocently.

Beca giggled. “I’ll give you a hint,” she said, and reached out to grasp his erection. Her fingers tested the width and stiffness of his manhood. It seemed even bigger than it had been when Stacie had been doing her thing with it. “God,” Beca concluded reverently.

Benji froze as her hand wrapped around his member, fingers running over its shameless arousal. Beca could feel its warmth, so hot it seemed like it would burn up his boxers any minute. Stacie was a fool to leave this unattended.

“Are we… even now?” Benji asked, sounding stricken. His cock was pulsing in Beca’s hand.

“Even?” Beca returned teasingly. She tightened her grip a little. His erection throbbed harder. From how lustful Benji must’ve been at the moment, it was a wonder he wasn’t having his way with her already.

“You know… I touched you… and now you’re touching me… you just want to even the scales, right?” 

Beca’s thumb rounded his cockhead. She felt precum dampening the fabric at the very tip of his shaft. If she didn’t take those boxers off soon, all they’d be good for was letting blind people know what fish smelled like.

“Even? Like even steven?” Beca’s smile widened. “I don’t think we’re there yet.”

Beca moved her other arm, letting down the sheet that had been hiding her body. Benji’s eyes fell all over her. He could see every hair of her pussy, the aroused glimmer of the pink slit underneath, even the clit that protruded a tiny distance up into the air. His cock was harder than ever in her hand, throbbing so massively it was nearly breaking Beca’s grip on it. 

“I may have gone overboard,” Beca said. “Do you owe me now? Like maybe there’s something you could do to make me feel good? I know there is. I watched you turn Stacie into your personal cum bucket. So unless she’s put her name on your dick—and I can see there’s room for both middle names—how about you finish what you started when you got into bed with me? And afterwards—you can cuddle me as much as you like.”