The Red Flag (Sex with a crazy person)…[MF]

Picture a lovely, young woman, standing in a living room with her pants in one hand and her phone in another, yelling, “You are so fucking insensitive! You dick!” before going on some psychotic meltdown…

It all began during the summer of 2009 and my dumbass self wound up with some slackers I knew in high school who managed to pool together and get a 3 bedroom apartment which housed 5 other guys ages 18 to 21 (Bryan, Kris, Ricky, John and Alex). The apartment itself was decent, but it was sardine canned into a massive complex with sketchy neighbors, and only a few blocks from a mass transit center so often people who didn’t live here would wander around onto the complex.

Now three of them (Bryan, Kris, and John) had a shitty garage band and tried to use this to score gullible chicks. Alex was essentially the guy on the couch who’d disappear and reappear in the apartment in time to pay his rent. Another roommate named Ricky was a virgin in every sense of the word. He was sheltered until we agreed to move him into our apartment. Ricky was the 21 year old in our group but the guy spent his time playing videogames, watching anime and obsessing over samurai swords while wearing his trench coats.

It all started on a Thursday night, typically the night that only Ricky and I were home (and sometimes Alex). I spent the day biking with a girl I liked, and came home looking to have some down time before I had to work the next morning. This night was different though because Ricky was bugging me as soon as I got home instead of hiding in his room playing videogames. “Hey dude, did you want to go to the store for me and get me some things. I’ll give you cash.” He asked of me as I tossed my backpack on the couch. “Why can’t you go?” I asked suspiciously. He got nervous and went back to his room. Minutes later he comes out covering his face with his palm before telling me he was having a girl over. “Well, if you want I can go when she gets here.” I told him. He seemed relieved before hiding back in his room. I tried to see if anyone was going out that night so I could have a reason to leave the place but no such luck. Just then I heard a knock at the door and I answered to see two ladies. A shorter, plain Jane looking one asked if Ricky lived here and her friend with the hoodie and nose piercing simply stared me down apprehensively. “Uhh… yes. Are you his love interest?” I asked. She blushed as if embarrassed by my assumption. I let both women into the house and watched as Ricky’s girl walked straight down the hall toward Ricky’s room.

The other woman sat on the couch and switching her gaze from her phone and then back up toward me. She was certainly more attractive than her friend so my interest was peaked. I started by asking if she wanted anything to eat, which she turned down citing being a vampire. I guessed it was her attempt at humor but the time it took me to even fake laugh at her remark spurred an awkward silence between us. Finally I broke the silence in the room by asking, “Your friend isn’t a prostitute or something is she?” She turned and appeared to be glaring at me (turned out she just kind of looked mean) before laughing and saying “Fuck no. She’s just shy and awkward.” I chuckled, “Oh, so like my roommate… the 21 year old virgin.” She laughed again. “He’s a virgin?” She asked, putting her phone away and turning her body on the couch toward me as I sat down next to her. She introduced herself as Jacqueline, and her friend with Ricky was Krissy.

“Yes… the guy was sheltered or some shit. Ricky never watched Family Guy until he moved here with us.” I told her. “Sheesh… he sounds like a loser. Please tell me you’re not a loser too.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “No… I am just young and dumb and living the dream.” She then asked, “You aren’t a virgin at least are you?” “Nope.” I answered confidently and with a grin. She smiled, “Neither am I… I am a huge slut actually.” We shared a good laugh before we both heard some noise from Ricky’s bedroom which sounded more like sobbing and a hint of panting. Again we both looked at each other and laughed, she looked at me about to say something before I chimed in with my bold and simple question: “Do you wanna fuck?”

The question seemed to spring her to life, as she stood up from the couch, stuffed her phone in her hoodie pocket and asked, “Which one is your room?”

I turned to look at the door behind me and she followed my gaze and let herself in. She sits down on my rickety bed and pulls her hoodie off revealing a snug t-shirt underneath that failed to disguise her large tits. I drop my jeans and briefs to the floor in one motion, almost simultaneously with her rolling her jeans and panties down her legs and to her ankles. I grabbed them and helped pulled her jeans and panties completely off. She spread her legs wide to show off her shaven pussy as she laid back on the bed. I turned around and searched for a condom in my dresser and I could hear her moaning on the bed as she started rubbing on her slick pussy. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I am looking for a condom.” I answered.

“You don’t need it, I am on the pill.” She replied. “That’s a red flag…” I thought as I finally found a condom and began to slip it on.

I climbed into the bed, which rocked and creeked, and crawled between her legs and rolled her shirt over her tits. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, which popped open releasing her trapped tits. They practically bounced out of that bra. I gleefully tossed the bra into the abyss of my room and gently positioned my hips over hers… readying my stiff dick into her shimmering pussy. I could feel the soft ridges in her opening as I gently slid into her. She closed her eyes and arched herself back as I pushed my length into her. She let out a quiet but long moan as I grinded into her with my dick deep in her. I started pumping faster, causing the bed to creek and rock as a rhythmic pace.
At some point she wrapped her arms around me, and locked her legs against mine. I would hold myself up over her to go deep and hard and watch her tits shake. One tit bounced straight up and down and the other had a slight spin. I’d slow it down to lick and suck on her nipples and neck.

During this she quivered underneath me, and dug her nails into my back with one hand and pulling my hair with the other and letting out a loud cry of pleasure. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me hard some more!” she demanded. With little resistance from me, I began thrusting vigorously into her. I had my hips slapping against her thighs, making the bed rock against the wall, and drowning out all that noise with her nearly constant “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and indecisive pants.

I was eventually beat by my own orgasm and the distraction that was glowing in her hoodie pocket. “Cum on me!” She demanded after I informed her I was gonna blow. I pulled out, unraveled the condom and blasted my load on her tits and stomach. She seemed a bit peeved about the mess as she stumbled to put her hoodie on and then realized my cum was getting on it. Then she reached into her hoodie pocket to check her phone. Her eyes got wide and her dazed expression changed as she began to shake and act panicked.
She bolted to the bathroom and I could hear her answering the phone. I got dressed and followed out toward the living room and near the bathroom to figure out what was going on. I turn to see Ricky with a plate of pizza rolls staged in the kitchen and looking proud of himself. “Hey, guess what I did?” he started asking, “No one cares Ricky.” Was my stern reply as I tried to listen to my new found fuck buddy’s conversation. It was indiscernibly angry. I knew I was about to be dealing with an emotionally volatile young woman with cum on her clothing.

She emerged from the bathroom with a glazed look of her eyes as she darted across the living room to my room and started frisking around for her clothes. Krissy emerges from his room and is going on about the noise and griping about her lack of pizza rolls.
I start to ask the girl I was just naked with what was going on and if she was okay. She would pause for a second, look at me, and then continued to dig around.

Finally, Jacqueline gathered her clothes and decides to address the household, failing to bother to put the clothes on at this point. “You’re so fucking insensitive! You dick!” she yelled.

She pulled out her phone and showed her phone call history. “See this number?” She asked while pointing with a shaking finger. “That’s my boyfriend! He was listening to you fuck me! He is so pissed! It’s your fault!”

I took a second to respond and calculate how it was my fault that she just cheated on her boyfriend, and also did so while pocket dialing him… I did what any decent human being would do in my situation: I laughed.

She flipped the couch over, and started kicking it. “Woah! Woah! Woah!” I exclaimed in complete shock and confusion. She scanned around the room, with tears running down her face. She stopped and locked her sights on the drum set in the corner of the dining area. She asked, “Is this your stuff?” which I answered no. She didn’t care and began to kick it. Her friend and Ricky attempted to leave the kitchen but she blocked them in and began to yell at her friend. Ricky handed the plate to his girlfriend and somehow escaped the kitchen area. “You were only here to make sure I was safe. It’s my fault you cheated.” Krissy stated.

“I am such a whore!” Jacqueline announced before stomping off the bathroom. Jacqueline lets herself out. She managed to calm down enough to get dressed and then come out again on her phone. For a second I thought maybe she calmed down and was just gonna leave. I hear pounding which stopped with a snap. Jacqueline had found a skateboard and successfully broke the trucks off it.

Krissy goes back into Ricky’s room at this point, leaving me with Jacqueline who is now sobbing on the floor. “Hey, Jacqueline, let’s go for a walk.” I asked calmly thinking she would possibly see I was in fact, sensible (well, more sensible than her).

She looked at me and acted as if she was done being upset with me. We step outside and run into the neighbor lady (she’s another story for another time) who starts pestering me about what’s going on. “I heard shouting and banging… is everyone okay?” She asked. I answered with, “Oh, she (Jacqueline) tripped on the stupid drum set. We are all good though.” The neighbor didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, “The walls here are paper thin! I heard yelling and crying and a lot of ruckus in there. You sure she just tripped on stuff? There was some banging against the wall.” I simply nodded yes before Jacqueline began crying again and shouted, “I cheated on my boyfriend!”

The neighbor looked at me, then looked at Jacqueline with shock and wonderment as the girl stomped off to her car and began to leave. For a moment I thought the night was over. The neighbor lady started laughing hysterically, and asked what was really going on. I tried to tell her without certain details because she was an older woman and I had manners at the time. Jacqueline’s car came back around however, and she had crashed into the curb, jumped out and barged past me to get inside my place. “I can’t go home! My boyfriend will be there!” I followed her with the neighbor in tow and she opens the door to Ricky’s room. Krissy was naked and bouncing on the bed… like literally jumping up and down while Ricky watched some anime. “Krissy we need to go! Please!” Jacqueline and Krissy start arguing and Krissy seemed to not care that the neighbor and I could see her naked body. Krissy put on clothes, hugs Ricky who seemed to not care that she was leaving because he was busy watching anime. The girls finally leave, and my neighbor follows them out.

I breathe my sigh of relief when I the car leaves the driveway and doesn’t circle back. Ricky creeps out of his room with a smirk on his face, “Guess what I did…” I asked him “What?” Ricky looked around the room as if someone would be listening in the conversation. “I just had sex, dude!” Ricky said with an open mouthed smile. Ricky then started messing with his phone. “Hey, what’s your phone number?”

“Why?” I asked. “That girl wants it because she needs to talk to you.” I gave Ricky a made up number and washed my hands of it.

You would think I learned a valuable lesson in all this, but….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5l2uik/the_red_flag_sex_with_a_crazy_personmf