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

8 comments on “Innocent drinks turn into making out with my flatmate [MF]

  1. I’ve crossed that line three times – the one time it worked (tho still a mistake) I *hated* that sharpnosed, conceited, blonde sorority bitch.

    But my God, she was such a hungry, shameless cock whore – hated me back, too, for waking her pussy up (Google butterfly technique if you don’t already know – you’ll become much more popular, lol).

    Fuck. Gonna text her (yeah, yeah, I know) – been a year, maybe, and it’s my turn.

    And we haven’t even lived in the same city in 7 years or so.

    So don’t do it. It won’t work, unless it does, and that’s even worse.

  2. I’ve been there lol. A few months after breaking up with a very long term gf (who made it very clear how she felt about me having female roommates), I was looking for a new roommate and a girl (lets call her Sarah) responded to my ad. I talked it over with one of the other guys that lived with me (lets call him Matthew) and decided to go for it seeing as how I had nobody to tell me no and I at least needed a close female friend in my life. At the time I was honestly just hoping to hook up with her friends, but we ended up getting along very well and there was definitely some sexual tension between us. Long story short Sarah, Matthew, and I went away for a weekend and ended up all sharing a queen size mattress in Sarah’s friends apartment. We were all a little tipsy and Matthew fell asleep fast. I ended up spooning with Sarah, which led to me getting a little handsy. This led to me getting a lot handsy, and eventually making out with her (quietly) and attempting to fuck her (she put the breaks on at this point because she didn’t want Matthew to wake up). We talked it over a few days later and decided we should definitely fuck, and we ended up having a bit of a thing together, sneaking around and keeping it secret at first before it became obvious Matthew knew. We had some pretty darn good sex for a while, but then it went south. I caught feels (which usually happens when I start shagging a close female friend, I should know better by now), and tried to make her my girlfriend. The only problem is her ex-boyfriend moved down from the other side of the country (they only broke up because of the distance) and she decided she wanted to get back together with him. This led to a really awkward roommate dynamic as we both tried to move on despite lingering feelings on both sides. After a fair amount of conflict (some open and some more passive), she decided to move in with her boyfriend. Honestly, I was relieved. Life got much easier. No more tiptoeing around each others feelings.

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    TL,DR: don’t do it unless one of you is willing to move out if/when it ends.

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    Maybe I should write this story up in detail as it’s own post. What do you guys think?

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