Summertime Blues

[RawDog33]

This tale is being written over email by myself and a partner that wishes to remain anonymous. Enjoy!

Chapter One


Tommy walked into his regular watering hole, “The Library,” a tavern just off campus, found himself a barstool, and lit up a cigarette as the barmaid brought him his usual beer. It had been a hell of a day. He’d spent it helping his former house-mate, Brad, pack up all his stuff in a U-Haul.

Honestly, Tommy was glad that Brad was moving out. The dude was kind of a jackass. However, Brad had always had his rent money on time and had generally kept his drama elsewhere, which was pretty good considering some of the roommate horror stories Tommy had heard from his buddies.

The beer was delicious. Just what he needed. Brad had had a lot of stuff, and Tommy had worked his ass off helping him get moved out. He just wanted to have a few beers while he tried to figure out what to do next.

He couldn’t quite make rent on his house without some help, and that meant he needed a roommate. But it was the beginning of summer, and most of the local college students in this little college town in the middle of nowhere, Missouri were going back home for the summer. He could probably stretch his money out for the summer, if he really busted his ass, but he wasn’t sure. The extra cash he usually had from selling marijuana was about to dry up as well, with most of his customers being gone for the summer.

He took a long drink off his beer, and sighed as he drew on his cigarette. The bar door opened, and he turned his head to see who had walked in. He smirked when he saw the blonde. Andrea. He liked her.

 

[RawDog33]

Andrea stood in the hallway of the fourth floor of Erickson Hall where she worked as an RA. With a clipboard and pen in her hand, she checked out the last freshman student to move out of the dorm, after retrieving the keys, signing the paperwork and inspecting the empty dorm room, she walked down the hallway to her private room looked around.

Her things were mostly packed. She had until the building closed at end of the weekend to vacate her room for the summer. She bit her lip and checked her email on her laptop, sighing when she saw there were no new messages. Currently, she had no place to go when the dorm closed in a couple of days and had spent a few hours the night before looking for options.

Andrea peeled off her staff t-shirt and changed into a white tank top and short jean shorts and slid on her low top white Converse. It wasn't even June and it was already sweltering. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and grabbed her purse, glancing in the mirror before heading back out into the hallway, down the stairs and outside.

She walked across part of campus, watching as students and their parents loaded belongings into vehicles in preparation for drives home for the summer.

Despite the fact that her time would be better spent looking for someplace to live for the next few months, Andrea decided to celebrate the end of the school year with a drink. She crossed the street and walked into The Library.

The bar was quiet, it was early afternoon and most students who were done with finals were getting the hell away from campus as fast as they could.

The cool, air-conditioned air hit her skin and made her shiver slightly as she walked over to the bar, sat down in an empty stool and ordered a shot of tequila and a beer before making eye contact with the only other person sitting at the bar, Tommy. He was in grad school and was her go to when she was looking to buy weed and Adderall.

"Hey Tommy" she said with a grin as she picked up her shot glass full of tequila in one hand, holding a lime wedge in the other. She brought the glass to her lips first, swallowing the clear liquid before wrapping her lips around the lime, sucking on it and swallowing the juice.

 

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Tommy watched as she sidled up to the bar, got her shot, and drained it. He stood up then, grabbing his beer, and made his way over to her, sitting down in the barstool next to her.

“Nice to see you,” he greeted her. She had dated a friend of his, Tony, for a short while about a year ago, and he had dated a friend of her’s, Melissa, last semester. Neither relationship had lasted past a couple of dates, really, but one late night while stoned, Tony had told him all about just how freaky Andrea was.

Apparently, they had been messing around in Tony’s car out at Finger Lakes State Park; she was a helluva cocksucker, and had gotten him off in pretty short order, and she was still horny, so as he drove back to campus, she had masturbated in the backseat and apparently squirted all over the place.

Tommy couldn’t understand why Tony had let a girl like that get away. She was hot, and apparently kinky, but he guessed she might have been a bit more than Tony could handle.

On a campus this size, it was easy to get lost in the crowd. So it was another six months before Tommy came into Andrea’s social circle again, when he started dating her friend Melissa for a little while. There had been one night at a party where Tommy had passed around some joints, and he and Andrea had exchanged numbers so she could get more of the weed he had available for sale. Tommy and Melissa didn’t last long, but Andrea had been randomly coming to him for small amounts of weed and the occasional Adderall for the last six months or so.

“How’d your finals go?” he asked her.

 

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"It's good to see you too" she replied, picking up her beer and taking a drink. She crossed her legs as she sat against the back of her barstool, her shorts inching up her thighs with the movement.

Tommy had dated her friend, Melissa, briefly, a few months ago. Melissa had shared a few details over drinks one weekend. According to Melissa, he had fucked her silly and wanted to go again. That was something Andrea had never experienced when she was seeing Tommy's friend Tony.

Andrea took another drink of her beer and blushed when she thought about Melissa also telling her that Tommy had wanted her to sit on his face. She couldn't believe that Melissa hadn't taken him up on that offer.

"I'm still waiting for a couple of grades to post, but I should be okay" she said, thinking about the two C's already submitted for the semester.

"How about you?" she asked.

 

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“Yeah… finals were a little rough,” Tommy said with a shrug, taking a long drink off his beer and tapping away the ash from his cigarette in the ashtray. “I mean, I think I did all right, but some spots were a little iffy there.” He took another drag off his cigarette and then snuffed it out in the ashtray. “But hey, at least it’s all over for the summer, right?”

Andrea took a drink of her beer and nodded. She was looking forward to the summer off, notwithstanding the fact that she was about to be homeless.

She bit her bottom lip as she picked at the corner of the label on her half empty bottle of beer, wondering how in the hell she'd gotten herself into the current predicament she was facing.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin vape pen. He gave her a conspiratorial wink as he raised it to his lips, pressed the button, and drew on it, taking the vapor into his lungs. He held it in for a long moment, and then released it in a thin stream towards the ceiling. It smelled reminiscent of cherries.

“Toke?” he offered her, smirking slightly as the buzz from the THC in the pen washed over him.

Her attention turned to Tommy as he pulled his vape pen out of his pocket. She took another drink of her beer and watched him, grinning as he offered her the pen.

"Thanks" she said as she took it into her hand. She brought the mouthpiece to her lips and pressed the button and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes as she leaned her head back and slowly exhaled.

She smiled as she opened her eyes and handed the pen back to Tommy.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy took a drink as she had a toke. He loved that little vape pen. They had become ubiquitous enough that nobody batted an eye at them anymore, and the vapor didn’t have even a hint of the smell of weed, so it could be puffed anywhere!

Just chatting, he started telling her about his day, about helping Brad get all of his stuff all moved out of the house. “It’s kind of weird not having a roommate, but let’s be real. Brad was kind of a prick.” He shrugged and finished off his beer. He caught the bartender’s eye and signaled for another round of drinks for the both of them.

“I do need to find a new roommate though,” he said. “I don’t think I can afford to stay in that house without one. I probably should have planned ahead better,” he said, shaking his head as the bartender delivered their fresh beers and a pair of tequila shots.

Andrea licked her lips as she picked up her beer, taking a long pull from the bottle. She spun her barstool towards Tommy as he chatted about his day. She could hardly believe what he was saying, he was in need of a roommate and she was urgently in need of a room.

She was nervous to even mention her situation though, this was her drug dealer after all. She bit her lip in contemplation. Could it be worse than living in her car in the Missouri heat and humidity? She doubted it.

"Well" she said before finishing her first beer, "when the dorms close on Sunday afternoon, I'm officially homeless for the summer" she added, glancing up at him.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy blinked when she said she was about to be homeless. “Wait, what? Really?” he asked. He took another drink of his beer. “I mean, I got a spare room now, if you need somewhere to crash for a bit,” he said. “But, like, he took the bed and everything. I have an air mattress. Or there’s the couch.”

"I didn't realize how hard it would be to find something for the summer that's in my budget, which isn't much" Andrea said, thinking about the dwindling number that was the balance in her bank account.

Tommy wasn’t exacty keen on having one of his customers move in. After all, he hid his stash and his money in the house, and he only kind-of knew her. He didn’t know if she could be trusted. She could well turn the house upside down one day while he was out and make off with all his cash and weed!

But, he could help her out for a bit, he supposed. She was really fucking hot, and he always enjoyed her company on the random occasion they had hung out for a bit. He did his best to repress the sexual interest he had in her, but that story about her squirting in the back of Tony’s car had definitely stuck with him, and came to mind every time he saw her.

“But you wouldn’t want to live with me. I mean, you’ve seen my place. Guys are slobs.”

Tommy was obviously not big on the idea of her moving in for the summer either, Andrea thought.. "I don't want to be an imposition. I've got a little time to figure my shit out, and I can always camp out in my car for a few days."

Her thoughts went to the stories Melissa had shared from when she was with Tommy. Whether it was the air conditioning or those thoughts, her nipples hardened against her tank top.

 

[RawDog33]

Tommy shook his head. “Tell you what, give me a buzz if you can’t figure anything else out, okay? It’s no big deal at all.” He took another toke off the vape pen and offered it to her again.

Andrea took a drink from her fresh beer and nodded, accepting the proffered vape pen. "I hope I don't need to take you up on that, but I appreciate having a back up plan" she said, taking a hit. She licked her lips as she tilted her head back and exhaled before handing the pen back to Tommy.

Tommy had to admit, if she did crash at his place for a while, it would be a major improvement to the scenery!

“I’m actually having a few friends over on Sunday for bar-be-que. You should come by,” he told her.

She was surprised by his invitation to hang out with him and his friends on Sunday. Maybe the summer wouldn't be as painfully boring has she had expected it to be. "Sounds like a good way to spend a Sunday. If I don't have to work I'll stop over" she said, reaching for her shot glass.

She made a mental note to text some of the guys she blew for cash to see if anyone was hanging around for the weekend and wanted to meet up before they went home. She was going to need money for a deposit and rent.

 

[RawDog33]

“Hey, it’s all good,” he said. “You should definitely swing by on Sunday.” He watched her lick her lips as she held in her hit of weed and could immediately imagine those pouty full lips wrapped around his dick.

He never traded drugs for sex, that was just bad for business, but he’d been tempted a few times to suggest just such an arrangement to her. She was smoking hot, after all. He could definitely see a benefit to having a hot chick around the house; guys might be more likely to buy from him if there was some eye candy around, after all.

He pushed that thought out of his head. She seemed like a nice girl, and he didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good friendship and business relationship.


Andrea took her shot of tequila, her phone vibrating as she set the empty glass down. She tapped in her code to unlock the screen, opening her texts. She bit her lip and shook her head as she read the message from a landlord telling her they had no openings at this time. She typed a quick reply, thanking them for their time and asking them to let her know if anything changed.

She definitely needed to text the guys that might still be in town and see if any of them could go for a blow job. She slid her phone into the back pocket of her shorts and took a drink of her beer before standing up. the shots of tequila, mixed with the weed, suddenly hitting her. She took a second to steady herself. "I'll be right back" she said before walking to the back of the bar and into the empty bathroom.

Andrea locked the door behind her, and walked over to the sinks, inspecting herself in the mirror. She took the hairband out of her hair and reapplied her clear lip gloss. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, opened the camera and with her free hand pulled down the neckline of her tanktop. Pouting her lips, Andrea snapped a few selfies and scrolled through her contacts to the guys she thought might still be hanging around campus.

She scrolled through names until she got to the T's, selecting the first Tommy that was listed. She'd blown him a few times and he always threw a few extra dollars her way if she slid a finger in his ass.

She selected the picture and hit send, readjusted her tank top and slid her phone back into her pocket before unlocking the bathroom door and walking back to her seat at the bar.

Tommy’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he checked it, raising an eyebrow at the notification from Andrea. Then he saw the picture, and his eyes went wide when he saw her. It was a selfie… a sexy selfie. He’d gotten them before, but never from her! His heart raced in his chest as he looked it up and down. Fuck. What was this about? Was she coming onto him? His mind was racing now.

He was so disracted, he didn’t realize Andrea was coming back to her seat right next to him at the bar!

 

[RawDog33]

As Andrea sat down and took a drink of her beer, she looked over, glancing at the screen of Tommy's phone, curious about what had him so distracted. She felt her cheeks turning bright pink when she realized the picture on his phone was what she had just taken in the bathroom, and she must have sent it to the wrong Tommy in her contact list.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to send that to you" she told him. Creating an awkward situation between her and the only person she had found with a room she could potentially stay in wasn't what she had wanted to do.

Tommy was jolted when he suddenly heard Andrea’s voice. He shook his head. “You didn’t mean to send it to me?” he asked, a smirk curling his lip. “Who did you mean to send it to, then?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow. He watched with amusement as she blushed bright red.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said. “We all do it.” He gave her a friendly wink. “That’s a lucky guy, whoever he is.” Tommy was a touch crestfallen that the pic wasn’t for him.

But he made no move to delete it, either.

Andrea couldn't exactly tell Tommy she had intended to send that picture to someone she was hoping to blow for money to put towards rent. She took another drink of her beer to give herself a little bit more time to come up with a believable story.

“You got a boyfriend you ain’t told me about?” Tommy asked, taking a swig off his beer and lighting up a fresh cigarette.

She shook her head. "There's definitely no boyfriend," she replied, thinking about the list of guys she'd blown for money over the last six months. Finding a guy who would be okay with her source of income wasn't a likely situation.

"Just a joke between my gay friend from home and me,” she said, thinking more about the first time she got paid for sucking her roommate's boyfriend's cock…