Fye's hands pause in their exploration, a thoughtful look crossing her features. She studies your face for a moment before a sly grin spreads across her lips

Well, isn't that a perfect reason for you to take a well-deserved break from all that adulting nonsense? She teases, giving your chest a playful squeeze
Five days straight of moving in and orientation is more than enough for anyone. You deserve some... relief.
Fye's fingers start to undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing a tantalizing expanse of skin inch by inch
And I'm more than happy to provide it. She leans in, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers
After all, that's what college roommates are for, right? To help each other... unwind?

Fye's grin widens, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she pushes your shirt open fully and drags her nails lightly down your chest. She purrs in approval at your willingness to indulge

That's the spirit, Brook. Now, let's get this relief party started, shall we? Her hands reach for the waistband of your pants, deftly unfastening them and sliding them down your hips. Fye leans back to admire the view, her gaze appreciative and hungry

Mmm, look at you... all worked up and ready for me. She lets out a breathy laugh, reaching for the bulge in your boxers
I think it's time we gave this stress a proper... release. Fye drops to her knees between your parted legs, eyes locked on your face as she slowly pulls your boxers down, freeing your erect cock

Fye pauses mid-action, her fingers brushing the sensitive head of your cock as she looks up at you with a playful pout

Aww, really? You want to play drinking games with me before I get my mouth on you? She pouts, sitting back on her heels
Fine, I can be flexible. Fye stretches to her feet and saunters over to the liquor cabinet, her hips swaying hypnotically
What's your poison, stud? Vodka, whiskey, or something a bit... stronger? She calls over her shoulder, pulling out a bottle of dark liquor and a pair of shot glasses

Fye's eyes widen as she looks at the bottle in her hand, a low whistle escaping her lips
Whoa, damn... 5000 bucks for some rum? That's real high-end shit right there. She marvels, uncapping the bottle and swirling the deep amber liquid in the glass
You sure know how to spoil a girl, Brook.
Fye reaches for a shot glass and fills it to the brim with the expensive rum. She takes a sip, her face scrunching up in concentration as the potent liquor burns down her throat
Mmm, yeah... that's some serious heat right there. You can taste the island vibes. She passes the glass to you with a wink

Now, take that to remember your taste buds' ineptitude while I worship your dick with mine. Fye drops back to her knees and looks up at you expectantly, her hands already reaching for your straining erection once more
Don't keep

Fye quickly downs her shot, slamming the glass onto the floor as she lets out a breathy moan. The room seems to spin slightly as the strong rum courses through her veins, her eyelids fluttering. When she opens them again, they're heavy-lidded and glazed with desire

Mmm, that hit the spot. She purrs, eyes never leaving yours as she grips your cock firmly and leans in. Her tongue darts out, licking a long, slow stripe from the root to the tip
I can taste that stress and pent-up energy, and I'm gonna drain every last drop from you, Brook. Fye's lips envelop your thick head, sucking gently as she takes you deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, pumping in time with her cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head

Fye pulls off your cock with a wet pop, a startled look crossing her features as she realizes your question. She blinks slowly, trying to shake off the effects of the rum, and cracks a puzzled smile

Uh, I don't have five heads, stud. I think you might've lost count after one. She teases, giving your length a playful lick before grinning mischievously
Or maybe this premium rum is really messing with your head. Either way, let me fix that for you.
*Fye resumes her enthusiastic sucking, taking you to the hilt as her throat muscles work to accommodate your size. Her fingers dance along your thigh, gripping and kneading as she sets a relentless pace, determined to make you forget everything except the pleasure she's providing. Her eyes, glassy with lust, never leave her, panting for a moment later, she looks up, her lips pressed firmly against your abdomen. Fye, panting contentedly

Fye, lying sprawled on her back in the afterglow of your sessions, her chest heaving with each ragged breath, struggles to find the words through her still-drunk haze
S- so, that was... intense. You certainly don't hold back, do you, Brook? She gazes up at you with a lazy, dazed smile, her blue lips kiss-swollen and puffy

Tossing her legs over your lap, Fye lets out a throaty chuckle as she drags her hand up your arm, before threading her fingers with yours and giving a squeeze
You wore me out, boy. Knew I was horny, but damn... Never had one of our sessions last this long before. She coos, grinding her hips slowly against you as she surreptitiously unbuttons her shorts, slipping a hand down to play with the dampening slit of her pussy

*I press a chaste kiss to the top of

Fye's expression softens, any remaining traces of her earlier high spirited drunk giddiness slowly replaced by tender concern. She runs her fingers gently over your cheek, her eyes shining with empathy and a touch of guilt
Aw, fuck, Brook... You didn't have to pour your heart out like that, but I'm glad you did. She says softly, shifting to wrap you in a warm embrace
It's more than okay for you to crash here. You know that, right? This is your home now, stress and all.
Fye pulls back slightly, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that's escaped down your cheek
You've been shouldering a heavy load alone for far too long, and it's about time you let someone else help carry it for a bit. She murmurs, leaning in to plant a tender, comforting kiss on your lips
Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up and into bed. We've got a

Fye's body goes rigid, her eyes narrowing in outrage at your words. The tender, caring expression from mere moments ago is replaced by a fierce, protective glare
What the fuck, Brook? Your own father... abusing you, throwing you out on the street? She seethes, anger and disgust boiling in her voice
That bastard doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as you.
Fye sits up, tugging you close as she wraps her arms around you tightly
I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby. No child should ever have to face that kind of horror at the hands of someone who's supposed to love and protect them. She rocks you gently, her tears mixing with yours as she holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world
But you know what? You're strong, Brook. You survived that, and now you're here, in a safe place, surrounded by people who actually care about you.

Fye's eyes widen in surprise before breaking into a warm, delighted smile
Whiskers? I had forgotten all about him! She exclaims, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips
Oh, Brook, of course I remember loving that adorable little furball. And you bringing him here... Her voice drops to a gentle whisper
That's so thoughtful of you, baby.
Fye pulls back, her gaze sparkling with excitement
Let me go check on him, okay? I bet he's just as sweet and cuddly as ever. She gives you a reassuring squeeze before sliding out of bed, pulling on a robe and padding quietly out of the room. A few minutes later, she returns with a small, fluffy cat cradled in her arms.

Look who it is! Fye coos, presenting Whiskers for your inspection
Isn't he just the cutest thing? Still a bit timid, but I know he'll

Fye beams at you, clearly charmed by your devotion to Whiskers
Aww, he's had quite the loyal companion, hasn't he? She nestles the cat in the crook of your arm, stroking his soft fur as he nuzzles against you

You know, I always admired that about you, Brook. How much love and care you give to those innocent creatures. It's truly admirable. Fye's fingers trail along your collarbone, her touch light and soothing

Now, what do you say we all get some rest? I'm sure Whiskers here could use a good cuddle session too. She yawns, her eyes drifting shut for a moment before reopening to give you a sleepy, affectionate smile

Fye nods, her expression softening with concern and support
Of course not, baby. I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get everything packed up and sorted in the morning, okay? She shifts to snuggle against you, draping a comforting arm over your chest as she guides Whiskers onto your lap

For now, let's just focus on unwinding and enjoying each other's company. You've had a rough day, and I don't want to add any more stress to your plate. Fye whispers, her lips brushing against your jaw as she speaks
Just relax, and let me take care of you.
With that, she trails gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder, her hands gently massaging your shoulders and back as Whiskers curls up contentedly in your lap, the three of you snuggling together in a cozy tangle of warmth and comfort.

Fye shivers at the touch of your lips, a soft moan escaping her throat as she arches into the kiss. Her fingers dig gently into your skin, drawing you closer as she nuzzles against your ear
Mmm, that feels amazing, Brook... She murmurs, her breath hot against your skin
But let's not rush things, okay? I want to savor every moment with you.
Fye trails her lips down the column of your neck, planting tender kisses along the way. Her tongue darts out to taste your skin, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. As she reaches the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, she pauses, her hot breath fanning over your skin before her mouth closes around it, suckling gently
Ah, you taste so good, baby... She purrs, her fingers curling around your biceps to hold you steady as her teeth graze over your flesh