British Bedmate

by Penelope Ward

And just like that, Dr. Dreamy disappeared out of the room. Unfortunately for me, my sore ass had been replaced by a tingling vagina.

When he finally left me alone, it all seemed to sink in. The sexy, blond, god of a doctor whom I’d masturbated to for weeks after the fish hook incident…was now my roommate. Simon. Simon says…commence freak out.

“Jerk the gerk. Choke the chicken. Pump the stump. Do the five knuckle shuffle. Flog the lizard. Burp the worm. Charm the snake…whatever you Americans call it these days.”

Eleven p.m. tonight, sharp. Why watch a video when you can see the action live? I’ll leave my door open enough so you can watch.

The greatest risk is not taking one.

But when I closed my eyes, the only thing I was able to see was Bridget. She was my happy place. Fuck. I was even more screwed than I thought.

“He’s going to fall in love with you, Simon. Are you going to be able to return it? Can you really love someone else’s son?” I told her the absolute truth. “I already do.”

Love makes you stronger, not weaker.”