Innocent drinks turn into making out with my flatmate [MF]

My flatmate and I have lived together for roughly 9 months now, we met though a flat finding app/site called SpareRoom where you can either link up with people to find a place together or just to find a…spare room. Laura and I did the former and finally found a nice place, moved in and became really good mates. I selfishly wanted to move in with her from the start because she was attractive, a lesson that will be shortly learnt!

It had been a pretty normal Friday, I actually had the week off and my flatmate has accrued enough overtime to cash it in for a day off. The day was quiet, I went swimming as I usually do whenever I have time to spare and she cracked on with her addiction to Gilmore Girls! We did odd jobs around the flat, tidying, fixing things and trying to prevent draughts coming in through the old windows.

The evening was where things began to get interesting as her dinner/drinks plans fell through with a few of her friends so we decided to not waste an evening and planned to make a huge batch of cookies for friends and neighbours all the while drinking a bottle of gin between us.

Laura and I have always been somewhat honest with our sexual interests and exploits and this seemed to become the theme of the conversations more so than usual. I am regularly on Fetlife and Fabswingers while she is maybe a tad more vanilla but still interested in the goings on in the ‘kink world’ as she likes to call it. As the gin level decreased in the bottle our intrigue in each other somehow started to grow. She started telling me about an incredible new vibrator she had bought which allows a stranger to control it from anywhere in the world (google Vibease) and this took me by surprise! Little did I know that the girl I had always kink of liked had been walking around town with it in her panties getting off to strangers taking control of her orgasms!

As you can imagine this made the conversations much raunchier. We finished making the cookies, probably 60-70 in total and we popped open a bottle of prosecco. It was getting cold and we refused to turn the heating on as gas prices in the UK are annoyingly high so we opted to go to her room to chat, laugh and get platonically warm. She’d been at yoga in the morning and one of the relaxation techniques her coach used was to put a cloth over her feet and gently squeezed them with her hands. Laura demoed this for me using her grandfather old jumper, it was all that was around, and admittedly it felt amazing. I returned the favour of course. From somewhere (gin) I got some Dutch courage and started to massage her legs and then her back and then her shoulders. She asked if I was equally as good at scalp massages to which I replied “want to find out?” It didn’t take more than a few milliseconds for her to reply with a sheepish yes. Laura was laying down on her side so I simply lay down beside her almost spooning her and began to give her a scalp massage. Her hair was so soft (I made a mental note to use her conditioner next time!) and this lasted for 10-15mins all the while we were getting closer and closer until we couldn’t spoon any closer.

Laura started breathing deeper than she had been and occasionally emitted a tiny moaning noise and instinctively I clenched a fist full of her hair and gently squeezed it making sure she would feel the pull of her hair in my hand. Immediately after I kissed her neck and gently, affectionately bit it too. Her ass started to grind into my crotch and that was the end of our innocent friendship. My arm went around her as she rolled over to face me, we locked eyes and knew that we were about to make the entire living together thing very messy but we didn’t care at that moment in time.

Our lips locked together and I can only describe it as completely lust driven kissing. Tongues, lip biting and gently kisses all around her neck. I had positioned myself between her legs now and my hand had also positioned itself around her neck and was beginning to choke her ever so gently whilst still kissing passionately. My hand had also started playing with her pussy though her tights and that is when we caught each other’s eyes again and began laughing saying “Oh nooooo!” and “This is sooo messy!”. I knew that I had secretly wanted this ever since moving in with her but it was the first obvious sign she had ever given that she had feelings toward me.

We kissed some more to break the silence and to forget about talking about it for that point in time but eventually we stopped, spooned and fell asleep together under her covers. She was so warm and smelt amazing.

The next morning I met her in the kitchen and started laughing blaming the gin for it all and asking if we were cool, to which we agreed we were. She had to leave to go to meet her friend that cancelled the night before for breakfast and off she went. I had breakfast watching Netflix and just I had finished I received a text from her:
“In the spirit of honesty, is it messy to admit part of me wanted you to walk into the kitchen and kiss me this morning? Yes. Does it make it any less true? No. YAY FOR MESSY FLATMATE TIMES”
….. I was speechless.
She came home and we talked agreeing once again that we were cool. However, I don’t think I’m cool and my gut thinks she isn’t either but it’s much easier to go with the easy answer.

I’m going to tell her that I’m not once she is awake from her nap and going to do the whole go big or go home thing and kiss her. I don’t know how she’s going to react but I hope favourable…

I’ll let you know when / if anything happens.

Have any of you had sexual interactions with flatmates / roommates? How did it go down and did you regret it?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a251lc/innocent_drinks_turn_into_making_out_with_my