Charlotte, Lucy, and another roommate were all sitting on a couch facing the TV, whatever movie they were watching paused. The room itself was nicely decorated if a little overproduced in your opinion. There were a half dozen plants, ferns and the like, hanging from the ceiling or positioned on rustic-looking stands. Someone had covered the walls with the sort of girl 'inspirational quote' stuff that didn't make all that much sense when you really bored down on them, but at least they seemed to be painted nicely.
The third roommate was almost as confusing as seeing your ex all of a sudden - she... she? You had to guess they were non-binary since they were dressed like a guy, and had a guy's haircut and biceps and forearms that looked like a guy's. Overall they were just trying really hard to be a guy, even though they might have had one of the prettiest, most striking feminine faces you'd ever seen.
You didn't even have time to consider any of this, however, since Lucy was in the room and looking at you as surprised as you were at seeing her.
"You two know each other?" Gemma asked, as surprised as the rest of us.
"John and I dated in high school," Lucy said. "We broke up, obviously."
"Well, I broke up with you," you said. "You didn't have the decency to do that before you slept with Brent Wolverton at that party."
"Hey," Lucy snapped. "I didn't sleep with Brent at that party. I told you it was just a blowjob, and it only happened because I was drunk for the first time."
"I mean, with hindsight, that still doesn't make it any better," you said.
"Oh, fuck off," Lucy said.
"Hey, don't talk to my guest like that," Gemma said.
"Alright, children, alright," Charlotte said. She held up her hands between Gemma and Lucy, warning them both. "I thought we were going to have fun doing a little grilling of John, but apparently that might get a little too heated."
"Gemma, why would you waste your time with a guy like John?" Lucy asked.
You opened your mouth to say something snarky back at her, but closed your trap instead and just closed your hand. You noticed Charlotte and the third roommate both see you do that. Lucy, however, was busy with Gemma.
"Seriously, Lucy. You need to shut your mouth before I actually get mad," Gemma said. "You're being a right cunt."
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Lucy seemed shocked that Gemma had used the C-word, though you couldn't imagine Gemma hadn't used it around her before - you'd even heard her mutter it at work under her breath. You knew 'cunt' was a pretty standard swear word in Australia. "Don't you fucking talking to me like that, you bitch," Lucy scoffed. "I live here, you're just subleasing. I'll get you kicked out so fucking fast-"
"No you won't, Luse," Charlotte said.
"Whatever," Gemma scowled. "We'll be in my room." She grabbed your hand and started towards the door.
"You're dating a loser," Lucy called after her. "Have fun not getting off."
"You literally dated a guy who told you, to your face, he had 'yellow fever,' Lucy," you said. "Am I seriously the ex that you regret the most?"
That one shut her up, as she gawked at you. Lucy was a pretty girl, half Japanese and half Chinese, though it looked like she'd gotten a boob job since you'd last seen her at high school grad. The problem was that on the 'Crazy/Hot Scale,' her crazy definitely outweighed the hot.
Gemma pulled you down a hallway and into a room, shutting the door behind you. It was sparsely furnished and decorated, without even a closet. Her clothes were hung up on free-standing metal cross beams on wheels, or piled in luggage stacked as neat as they could be against one wall.
"Fuck," she said and punched the pillow on her bed. "God, that girl is such a cunt sometimes."
"You don't need to tell me," you said.
"I can't believe you knew her and dated her," Gemma said. "I had no idea."
"Neither did I," you said. "If I had, I wouldn't- well, actually, no. I still would have come up here with you."
Gemma sat on her bed and sighed, flopping back onto it. "The mood is killed, isn't it?"
"Kinda," you agreed and sat down next to her. "Do you want to try and get it back, or just hang out, or should I go?"
"I don't know," Gemma groaned, putting her hands over her face. She kicked off her shoes and stretched.
"How about you pick a movie, and I'll massage your feet?" I offered. "You were walking a lot in those heels."
Gemma sat up, looking at you through slightly mussed hair. "Are you for real offering that?" she asked. Her cleavage looked particularly inviting in that position, but you tried not to glance at it.
"I don't remember you mentioning being grossed out by your own feet, but if that's too far..."
"No. God, no, not at all. It sounds amazing," Gemma said. "Hold on, let me get my laptop."
Soon she was sitting up near the head of her bed, and you were sitting across from her with her feet in your lap. She'd started up Netflix and started on the first episode of that anime she'd been telling you about in the park.
"Mmmm," she groaned. "That feels good."
You smirked, pushing your thumb along the sole of her foot, slow and deliberate. "I'm not a professional or anything, but I learned a thing or two from a friend back in college."
"He or she?" Gemma asked.
"She," you said. "But nothing ever happened between us. She liked basketball players, I wanted someone emotionally available, and we both needed a study buddy for the first-year English 101 prerequisite."
"If she taught you this, she must be a good friend," Gemma sighed.
"She is when she isn't chasing athletes," you nodded. "What about you? Any secret attractions I should know about?"
"Other than being good with your hands?" Gemma grinned. "Tall, dark hair, mostly polite but a little naughty, too."
"How naughty?" I asked, plying my fingers between her toes.
"Hard to define," Gemma said.
You lowered her foot and pressed it against your resurrected hardon in your pants.
"You might be getting somewhere," Gemma chuckled.