Yet another roommate hookup (mf) | 2016

Yeah so I realize I'm not exactly the first to write about how I ended up having sex with my roommate. I mean fair enough. You put a couple of horny twenty-year-olds in a small two bedroom apartment day in and day out, chances are something's going to happen at some point. Anyway, original or not, here's how it happened with me.

Second year in college I shared an apartment with one of my good friend's girlfriend. My old roommate had moved out at about the same time she was looking for a new place and my friend didn't want his girlfriend to move in with him, so things just worked out that way.

For me this arrangement was great. I made it clear to my friend that I didn't want to hear him have sex in my apartment, and neither of us were interested in bumping into each other half naked in the early morning, so his girlfriend slept over at his place almost every night. This meant that I essentially had the whole place to myself most of the time, which was great.

Unfortunately though a few months after she moved in the two of them broke up. And after a while of being on her own she made a new boyfriend. The guy was fine, I didn't mind him. The problem though was that I didn't have the same arrangement with him as I did with her previous boyfriend, and now on a lot of nights he was the one sleeping over at our place.

Our bedrooms shared a wall and they were set up in such a way that we basically had no choice but to put our beds along that wall. Which meant that when they had sex, I was lying oh... I'd say about a couple of feet away from them. Sure there was wood and plaster and drywall and whatever else they put in walls when that old place was built, but that really wasn't enough to cover the sounds they made. Most of the time they were fine, but on some nights she could be really loud.

Now I'm a guy and I'd be lying if I didn't jerk off many times on some of those nights. I mean c'mon, when you hear a girl moan and scream and yell "Yeah yeah yeah fuck me baby" you're kind of conditioned to react in a certain way aren't you? But really I'd have much prefered to jerk off to some porn and have some peace and quiet than to hear those two go at it for the better part of an hour.

I wasn't jealous of the guy or anything. I'd known that girl for a long time, first as my friend's girlfriend and then as my roommate, and I had her slotted firmly in the not-having-sex-with-this-girl-category. And it was fine by me. I had my own thing going on trying to hook up with other girls and even though I wasn't really lucky in the whole love department thing, it kept my mind busy enough and I didn't have to fantasize about my roommate. Granted this can be difficult when you hear her get fucked day after day, but I have the mental discipline of a fucking kung fu master about these things and there was no way I was letting this girl out of that box. Just way too complicated.

If I had her in the no-sex-with-her box, she probably had me in the that-guy's-kind-of-a-nerd-and-never-has-sex box. Fair enough. I hadn't had any luck with the ladies in well over a year and she never even met my last girlfriend. So to her I was like this non-sexual being and she treated me like she would a gay best friend or something. Not that I think gays don't have sex, I know they probably fuck like bunnies, but you get my drift.

I thought being the gay best friend was actually pretty neat. She'd tell me about her boyfriend and stuff, and it gave me a window into the female mentality that I'd never would have had before. To this day I think it's helped me a lot. Whatever little understanding I have of women came from her. All the parts I still suck at are all me.

Anyway, as I was saying, she didn't think of me as a guy and I didn't think of her as a girl. I mean we did of course, but not really. Fuck, I'm actually confusing myself here... Whatever. All this changed when I finally met a girl.

We had a class together and I asked her out and yada-yada-yada from the third date on she was sleeping over at my place almost every night. And we had sex almost every night. And the girl really liked rough sex. Now really my own style is more the gentle slow loving kind of fucking, but she really wanted the banging and the pounding and going at it hard. There wasn't any spanking or anything like that, she just like a really good pounding. I hadn't had sex in a year so I wasn't going to argue so I adjusted my style to fit hers. On a lot of nights after one of our sessions I had to move the bed back three four feet back to its regular spot. If my roommate had given me a show before, now I was really giving her her money back.

What made it worse (or better, I don't know) is that a couple of weeks after I first hooked up with my new girlfriend, she broke of with her boyfriend. So just like I'd done before she had to lie there on her own on the other side of that wall and listen to us go at it (I'd like to say like bunnies but I wrote that earlier... fuck it I'm a horrible writer) like fucking bunnies. Now again, I know I've said this before so I hope you've been paying attention, but I'm a guy. So of course I'd be lying if on some night I didn't think about her lying just over there... Man if that wall could just vanish for a second you know? But again, fucking kung fu master remember? remember the no-sex-with-this-girl box? That's right. So I may have a mental vision or two somethings, but I'm not having sex with this girl.

Unfortunately for me things didn't turn out so well with my new girlfriend so after a month or two we broke up. I was a bit bummed but I went back to my old single guy routine of dinner on my own and some late night tv viewing. My roommate was still single but she had classes around dinner time on most nights, and anyway she was never the kind to cook herself dinner so she was never home in the evenings. She did join me for that late night tv though.

She's one of those people who don't have a tv and say they never watch it but you turn on some crap reality show and they're glued to the set like they're from one of those tribes in South America who have never seen a fucking tv before in their entire life. That girl would sit down on the couch next to me and just watch hours or crappy shows. After being on my own for a while that was pretty nice. And she kind of took a liking to me too at that point I think, what with my witty banter and everything.

It's not like we did that every night but we did it often enough. And little by little she started giving me these little signs you know? Like she was being a little more friendly, or way more friendly actually. And she'd talk in that way that girls do when they like a guy sometimes. Or she'd go out of her way to touch me, like put a hand on my arm when she laughed too loud at one of my crappy jokes.

Anyway if this had been any other girl I'd have taken that as a go-ahead sign, but no-sex-box remember? I still wasn't taking her out of that box. Besides, if you're a guy like me you've misread some of these signs plenty of times in the past. "Oh my god this girl touched my arm that means we're going to have sex!" Yeah, that stupid. That's how you end up getting slapped in the face. Or worse, that's how you start dreaming about that girl and fantasizing about her and then you get your heart crushed into a thousand little pieces because you don't mean anything to her. Anyway, sorry for sounding sour. But now you get why I didn't make a move with that girl.

But boy she must have thought I was dumb or stupid or something (yeah, I know, those are synonyms... bad writer remember?) So this touching the arm and being all nice and shit wasn't enough, so she turned it up a notch. She started walking around the apartment in a fucking towel. Just in the morning you know, casually getting out of the shower all wet and dripping and so fucking sexy, and taking the time to stop by the kitchen to put a piece of toast in the toaster while I sit there eating my cereal like a goddamn idiot because I can't bring myself to realize that this girl actually wants me. Yeah, that's when you say fucking kung fu masters might be fucking stupid sometimes.

In the evening she started watching tv in a fucking negligee. Yeah that's right fuckers I know some sexy french words. Have you ever seen a girl in a fucking negligee before? Have you seen how fucking sexy they look? Yeah that was her, sitting so close to me I could touch her and putting a hand on my thigh.

Ok so I think I've said before I'm an idiot, but I'm not that big of an idiot. At that time I got the hint. Thing is, I still took my sweet time. It's not like I pounced on her the first time she wore that thing. But now I knew what was on. She was out of that box.

It took a couple of days for things to happen. I remember still eating my cereal like an idiot in the mornings, but now I was staring at her ass in that tight little towel of hers, gathering up my nerves for when I'd make my move. I didn't wait very long.

Now I know how this subreddit works. I know you fuckers want to hear about how I tapped that cute little ass of hers. You want all the fucking sexy details right? But at the same thing you're thinking Zxxxy89, you're such a fucking horrible writer, there's no way you can pull that off. And you know what? You're probably right but I'm still going to fucking try.

So yeah it started all innocently and stuff. So sorry about you pervs who want some fucking taboo shit or whatnot, but it started slow and easy. We were sitting watching tv like usual. I think it was some fucking Roseanne rerun or something. Man that Darlene chick always gets me in the mood.

So anyway I make some bad joke and she laughs and she puts her hand on my arm and she's so fucking close to me her bare leg is rubbing against mine and that goddamn negligee is riding up so high on her ass I can tell she's not wearing any fucking panties, so ok now it's time and I make my move.

I lean in toward her all awkward and shit, but also pretty smooth if you can be awkward and smooth at the same time. I mean I didn't just go in and crash my nose into her face. I leaned in but I still kept my distance you know? Like I'm maybe a foot away from her face and I'm gazing into her eyes looking for the ok. And she gives it. She smiles and she leans in too and we start kissing.

God she's a good kisser. I mean I don't think I've described her to you but the girl is hot. I don't know how tall she is. I'm five ten and she's quite a bit shorter than me but she's not short. I don't know, she's a good girl size. And I don't know nothing about fucking cup sizes but her breasts are big enough to notice but small enough to mostly fit in your hand without spilling out too much (yeah I know I know, fucking bad writer but give me a fucking break). Her ass is amazing though I can tell you that. Why is there no measurement for asses? You've got height and weight and cup size but no fucking measure for asses? That's a pretty fucking important part if you ask me. There should be an ass scale or something. Anyway on the Zxxxy89 scale of asses she's off the fucking chart. And she's got long curly brown hair and dark brown eyes and pale skin and these pink lips. Even without makeup her lips are pink as can be. And they're not too big and not too small and just the right size for a great kisser.

So we kiss and we kiss and boy are we getting turned on. And it's not just me she's getting turned on too. So I put my hands on her thighs and she kisses more. And I move the hands up a bit on her skin and she kisses even more. And I lean into her and she lies down on her back and i'm on top of her and we kiss more and more and more.

I get my nerves up and I put my hand on her boob and I run my thumb over her nipple and it's fucking hard man. It's a fucking pebble and my thumb plays with it and she lets out that little moan that says Yes Zxxxy89 you don't stop doing that. And we kiss more (yeah I know I've said that like a hundred times before but we kissed a lot) and now my hands are moving all over her little negligee and each time they go up that thing hikes up even more so now I'm getting a peek of her shaved pussy down there.

So of course I want to see the rest and the couch ain't exactly the best place to fuck so I take her to my room. I hold her by the hand like the fucking gentleman that I am and when we get in my room I let her walk ahead just a bit so I can put my hands on that ass of hers. She stops and lets me enjoy the view and I bring up that little nightgown of hers (that's right fuckers, a nightgown this time) and as I'd guessed because I'm so smart she's fucking naked under there.

Ok guys think of this as the halftime show for a minute because I'm taking a commercial break for a fucking public service announcement. Girls, I'm talking to you. I don't care what you think you look like naked or what kind of issues or fucking insecurities you have about your body image because you've been reading magazines and watching music videos since you were ten and all the girls in there are fucking models (and not just models but fucking photoshopped models). But when a guy sees you naked the first time he just thinks you're so fucking hot his dick will just shoot up and make a hole straight through the fucking roof. I'm no fucking Casanova or anything, but I've seen a few girls naked and the first time it's always the same thing. You girls are hot. Let me repeat that. You are hot as fuck. So whenever you get that first night with a guy that you think is really cute and really nice but you're all nervous and shit because he's going to see you naked? Fucking don't be nervous. You're all hot as fuck.

Ok guys, halftime's over so time to get back in. So I've got this naked girl in front of me and right now I can only see her back and her butt but damn! I can barely control myself. And remember, I'm a fucking gentleman. A slow tender love making fucking gen-tle-man. So I caress her butt and I kiss her neck and I rub her back and I press myself against her and she seems to like that. She lies down on the bed and oh-my-fucking-god.

Now I realize how I want to fuck this girl. Now I realize how the tension's been building for days, for weeks, no... for fucking months. Ever since we've moved in and I've had to hear her scream because she was getting fucked and she was enjoying it so much she couldn't keep it in. All this time the fucking kung fu master and his fucking box were just a ruse. A fucking illusion. There's no fucking box. I want to have sex with this girl. I always did.

Her breasts are just the good size (see above) and her pussy's the cutest little pussy I've ever seen and I just want to ram my cock in it. But I'm slow and gentle (see above) so I undress and I watch her check me out (I'm not such a bad looking guy, don't think just because I don't get laid that often that I'm the fucking elephant man or something) I lie down on top of her and we kiss some more (yeah I know we do a lot of that but have you seen her lips?) and I suck on her nipples and she's enjoying that and she's got her hands in my hair and I'm just so fucking hard my cock's rubbing over all over her legs.

And I'm a good guy and I want her to check out my moves so I go down on her. And she's no prude and she knows what she's doing so she puts my cock in her mouth. And after a while of that on either side we get to the actual fucking. The actual fucking fucking.

We start out missionary so I can fondle her tits and kiss them and stuff and she's so tight I'm thinking she must do fucking kegels or something. She's on the pill and we've known each other so long we trust each other so we don't bother with condoms or anything. So it's skin against skin and she's so wet she feels so fucking good. But I take my time and with her I'm not gonna try to move the bed four feet like with the other girl so we go nice and slow, tender as fuck.

We mix it up a bit and I take her from the side, like spooning a bit but I'm on my knees while she's lying on her side. But then when she's really ready to cum she gets on top and rides me. And I'd like to say she rides me like a fucking maniac but no, she doesn't. Yeah the sex is great and by God we're both enjoying it but it's not that wild animal thing. We actually like each other. We've known each other for a long time. So in a sense it all feels familiar and... loving (yeah go ahead and call me a big softy. I told you I'm fucking sentimental and shit)

So she rides me and she looks at me and she smiles the cutest little smile I've ever seen, like she's suddenly shy or something and she grabs some of her hair and puts it in front of her face like she's trying to hide or something, even though she's there naked in front of me and I can see her titties and her pussy. But that smile is just the cutest little thing. And we kiss (yeah, again, take that fuckers) And finally she really gets into it and she's rubbing her clit and she starts to go really hard and really fast and I'm doing everything I can not to bust my nut too soon but goddamn I just can't and I just explode into her. Yeah that's right. All that built up tension just explodes into her (now shut up or I'm going to say it again)

And I'm worried that was too soon but it isn't because she's cumming too. And she moans and shakes like girls do when they have a really good orgasm. Guys you know what I'm saying, they always look like their orgasms are like ten times more intense than ours when they have a good one. So she does that and she shakes and shakes and shakes and finally she just lies down on top of me and we hug and we cuddle and I'm the big fucking spoon because what? yeah that's right fuckers I'm a fucking gen-tle-man.

So that's how my story ends. Just another one of those two roommates who hook up kind of thing. We were together a while. Eventually we broke up. I was bummed for a while after that. But anyway, that's my sorry ass conclusion. Bad writer remember? So so long fuckers!