Bedroom Besties Novels & Stories

Rose let her sleepy eyes take in her small dorm room. She was in her small bunk bed that was placed in a corner of the room. Rose had the lower bunk while her roommate had the top bunk. Her bed side table as next to the bed and a wardrobe which they both shared. Rose had half of the wardrobe to her self while her roommate had had the other half. They both shared things mutually and she liked that Tiffany, her roommate respected her privacy and was never intruding in her personal space.

I look at her and shake my head, "The only thing you should be humping is on the bed, go to sleep." "You're no fun." We talk a little bit before they both fell asleep, oh how I crave for sleep but let me leave them, I step into the living room and find K and bestie playing a game. I sit on the floor in front of bestie and watch them play, after a few minutes I start feeling sleepy and lay my head on the floor. "Hey guys, why don't we have a chillas with a few people?" bestie asked still staring at the screen.

The trust both of them had in the mate bond was absolute. Sally might say she was fine, but Celeste just wasn’t sure, and it scared her beyond all else. The bedroom wasn’t large, their needs here were small. They had one large bed, a chest of drawers held the few possessions they kept here. It was simply a place to sleep when they couldn’t get back to the city. Celeste pulled Sally down with her onto the dark ruby and gold bedspread. She loved the way her pale skin shone on the colours. Hunter always looked so regale lying here, but Sally looked pure.

She shouted tightening the hold on the knot of her bathrobe. " You are here baby girl. Oh God thank you so much! By the way, you are looking so----- "Just get the hell out of my room." She yelled again "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl.

It's only a few minutes from campus, but still far away enough not to hear the obnoxious frat parties that plagued my sleep nearly every night for the last two years. Being a junior in college, I was tired of living in the dorm rooms, fighting for a washing machine, sharing a shower or worrying about drunk guys wandering into the wrong room at night. So me, along with my two best friends, Izzy and Sadie, decided to rent a small house together. Technically it's only a two bedroom, but the basement was decent enough that Izzy didn't mind turning it into her room. She's an art major, so she got creative with it. "Where you want this, babe?" Brad, my boyfriend shouts, pulling me from my musings.

In the span of one dinner he had rearranged one of the rooms moving a second large bed into it. Other furnishings had been moved out to make space but it in no way looked like an afterthought. The beds were situated on either side of the room with a writing desk beside each. There was also a small breakfast nook for meals taken in their room. There was still ample space as well as shelves that had been cleared for books and their own amusements after Theo had mentioned Lego™ models in passing. In addition to having their own walk-in closet their bath was shared with their sister allowing them easy access for their clandestine meetings like this one.

she proposed, the idea appealing in its comfort and intimacy. Peyton chuckled, "Oh, so now you two want to go to bed?" His tone was playful, yet underscored with affection. After arranging themselves comfortably in the bed, they settled on a rom-com, despite their earlier inclinations. The cozy atmosphere of the bedroom, coupled with the comfort of their cuddled positions, created the perfect setting for a relaxing movie night.

Now that they are all tucked up in their beds it's time for me to relax and have a beer before I head up to bed myself. It's been two weeks since we moved in here and I have loved every moment of it, and so have the kids. They especially love their bedrooms. They all have their own bedrooms and it's clear to see that Tom, Molly and my Mom put a lot of effort into their rooms. Brody's is decorated out with dinosaurs, Sophie's is Disney princesses and Katie has an underwater theme, she loves watching anything with sea animals in it.

Matthew lay sprawled across the king-size bed, his body battered and bandaged, an IV drip slowly feeding into his right hand. The room around him was enormous, lavishly decorated with massive chandeliers that threw fragmented light across the polished marble floors. Yet the grandeur could not mask the tension in the air. Butlers and maids moved silently around the corners of the mansion, while men dressed in black stood like statues, guns clutched tightly in their hands, eyes scanning for any hint of danger. Every move, every breath, was measured; a single misstep here could mean death.

I pulled my top back on, now the fabric rubbed directly against my bare nipples with every breath, and we left the room, grabbed another beer in the main party, then all four of us climbed the stairs. The bedroom was a typical college room but surprisingly neat and clean. Two double beds about six feet apart, low lighting from a red lamp and Christmas lights strung along the wall… sensual, warm glow. And above each bed, pinned to the wall in neat rows, were panties; dozens of them, lace and cotton and thongs, some with little notes or dates.