When you walked in to my life I’ve just broken up with my boyfriend. After almost 2 years together we decided we grown apart, simple as that. But when he moved out, me and my 2 other roommates needed another fourth party to pitch in for rent. Luckily it was the end of summer and our uni had a announcement board at their website. It’s been just over two weeks since we posted it, and yet another one of the girls who shown interest for the room decided that the rent was to expensive, when I got your phone call.
Your voice, warm and deep, proclaimed interest for the room and asked to come over to have a look. Sadly I didn’t have the time to greet you and therefore let my other roommates take the interview. I got the text from one of my roommates on my way home, you accepted the terms and the rent and was a very likeable guy. Good I thought, only thinking about the money I will be saving on the rent.
And here we are now, you have been living with us for about two weeks and my roommates were right, you are very likeable. Social, funny, proper and… extremely attractive. Normally, probably because i’ve been in a longtime relationship, I don’t take notice about anyone being attractive. But you made my emotions running wild. The first time you touched my hand to introduce yourself I felt this tingle, that went right through my hand, arm and spread like fire through my whole body. I bet you didn’t notice how my pupils dilated and how I was blushing. Not to mention how I stuttered my name, and you just smiled. An honest and warm smile.
Tonight is movienight, we are a group of friends who regularly go out for pizza and the latest hollywood nonsense at the theater, ending with drinks and nachos at the local bar. But I decided to turn this one down. I plan on getting some studying done, making my favorite pasta and then curl up in my room enjoying a new horror movie on Netflix. I know you have been invited and since nobody said anything about you not coming I assumed you accepted the invite and were going to meet them at the theater.
It’s nice being alone in the apartment, usually it’s crowded, being the four of us sharing everything. Well okay, not everything, I got my own room at least, but I really enjoy the quiet. As soon as my roommates locked the door behind them I put my studying at hold for the weekend. I changed out of my jeans and put on a oversized t-shirt, plugged in my earphones and blasted some hardrock music while getting started on my dinner.
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I put the spaghetti in the boiling water and sneak another taste of the tomato sauce. I turn the heat down, making it simmer. I change track with my phone, nodding along with the beat. I close my eyes and move my hips to the music. This is also why I enjoy being alone, I can dance around in the kitchen and sing along to the song as loud as I want. When I open my eyes I notice a shadow at the doorway. I squeal and yank out my earphones.
And there you are, smirking and leaning casually against the doorframe. “Nobody ever told you to knock!?” I realise I sound like an idiot. “Sorry” you say, still wearing that annoyingly sexy smirk. Your eyes wander, I can almost feel how you look me over, and I get very aware of my t-shirt that just reaches down under my butt. “Smells good”, you state the obvious. I shrug my shoulders turning around to drain the pasta. “Its enough for the both of us, if you want some?” I try to sound friendly, not nervous at all that you would get a peak of my underwear.
“If you don’t mind I would love some” your stomach rumble in response and you move over to help me get some plates down from the cupboard. I pour up the pasta, covering it with tomato sauce. I put the pans in the dishwasher and rummaging around for some forks in one of the drawers. I hand you a plate and fork which you gladly take. “So I um… I was going to take this back to my room, so…” I try to play nice but also making it clear that I thought I was going to be alone at home tonight. You take a mouthful of pasta, chewing and humming in pleasure. “How about you come in to me, we could watch a movie or something if you want?” your question surprise me, even if we are roommates it’s not often anyone of us hangs out in each others rooms, only the living room which we all share.
I guess my facial expression show more than I want to, and you stop chewing for a moment. “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to, I just thought that we could hang out? Getting to know each other and all that”. You win me over, spending some time with you might get my attraction to fade, as I would never have the guts to flirt with you. “Sure… why not”. You smile and finish your pasta.
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Your room is neat, you have a bed, a bookshelf, a desk and a closet. In front of you bed there’s a 16 inch tv on a low bench. Even if you haven’t been living here to long i’ve expected at least some dirty laundry on the floor. “Sorry, I meant to get some kind of couch but I don’t think it would fit in here”, you gesture for me to sit on the bed, which is, to my surprise, made. “You want something to drink? How about you pick the movie and I get some sodas” you turn on the tv and hand me the remote before you walk out to the kitchen.
At first I feel a little awkward, not that your beds not comfy, it’s just that we don’t know each other that well and I’m not sure what kind of signals you are sending out. I pile some pillows behind my back and scroll through the horror section on Netflix. I take a mouthful of pasta, chewing absentmindedly when I scroll through the popular section. “You find anything?” you come in and close the door. You sit down next to me, leaning over me to put down a can of cherry coke on the bedside table.
I swallow hard, having you this close makes my hormones act crazy. “You know, the horror movies they made in the nineties was my jam, nowadays it’s just supernatural crap” I flip through the Conjuring 1 and 2, trying to act casual. “Well then, how about we watch Scream?” you take the remote from me and flip through to your list. “You like horror movies?” I smile, scraping the last piece of pasta from my plate. “Sure, and I agree with you, I like the classics more than any… how did you describe it, supernatural crap?” you smirk and press play. I put my plate down on the bedside table.
When Drew Barrymore puts the popcorn on the stove you lean forward and put a blanket over my legs. You do it like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like you are use to having a half naked girl in your bed for movie night. “Thank you…” my voice is just a whisper, unsure if you are a talker during movies or if this will annoy you. You shrug your shoulders, and I can feel how your fingers almost touch mine under the blanket. The movie soon turns bloody, and I turn my head into your shoulder when they show the close-up of her body hanging from the tree.
“I thought you liked horror movies?” you whisper into my ear, the sound from the tv almost drowning out every word. I look into your eyes, blushing, realising what i’m doing can be interpreted as very intimate. I straighten up, putting my hands in my lap and lean against the pillows. “I like to be scared” I tell you, like it’s a secret. I can feel your eyes on me, to shy to look at you. “Describe it for me, how does it make you feel?” your voice is curious.
Neve Campbell is slowly unbuttoning her shirt on the tv but you still look at me. I clear my throat, unsure what to say. “It’s like when you play hide and seek, the adrenaline rush, how you can hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. Every sense is heightened”. I look at you, only to find that you still are watching me. You lean in close, your lips almost touching mine. “Let me paint you a scenario…” I raise one eyebrow, wondering where this might lead, my heartbeat rushing to 180.
“Imagine that you are hiding. Your heart is racing, you are panting” your breath is warm against my lips, taunting me, making me want to press mine against yours. “Imagine that your body is tense, like you are ready to flee at any moment. Your every sense is on edge”. I can feel how my pulse raise, how i press my palms against my thighs, how I’m almost spellbound by your voice.
“And then you hear him. You are his prey, and he is hunting you”. I feel a slight shiver roll through my body, your eyes holding mine with curiosity. “But he is not there to kill you…” I lick my lower lip with anticipation, this really excites me. You, so unbearably close, and this story making me oddly flustered. “He is there to make you his”, my breathing is shaky, you move one of your hands under the blanket, slowly touching my naked thigh.
A low moan escape my mouth, the scene you’ve just painted makes me wet. “Does this… arouse you?” you smirk, knowing exactly what your words are doing to me. Your eyes wander to my lips which has parted as your palm slide higher up my thigh, under the hem of my t-shirt. “You know that the feeling of being scared… is really close to the feeling of arousal?” you lean in, letting your lips touch under my ear, slowly move over my jawline.
Your hand push between my thighs, making me spread my legs a bit. When your knuckles brush over my panties I press my back harder against the pillows. “What if he finds you…? Would you fight or would you give in? Would you try to run?” You kiss me, taking me over, letting your tongue meet mine. I give in, placing both my hands on your shoulders, clinging to you desperately. I pant against your mouth as you take the blanket of and drop it on the floor. With a soft movement you place yourself over me, your knees on either side of my bare thighs.
You let both of your hands roam up under my t-shirt to grab me by my hips. You pull me down, having me laying more comfortable on my back. We make out, I feel how eager you are. I bite your lower lip making you growl with excitement. You push yourself of me, standing up to hurriedly take your shirt and jeans of. I barely have time to register this, my mind cloudy with desire.
You look down on me, letting your hands slowly push my t-shirt over my stomach, over my sensitive skin. You pull it over my head, dropping it on your floor. You take your time, your eyes moving over me. You join me on the bed again, your tongue licking over my collarbone, down to my breasts. I shake when you suck on my nipples, your hands roaming down to my hips. My blue panties show a darker spot, my arousal clear. Your fingers tease me through the fabric.
I tense up, moaning your name in desperation. You slowly let your fingers move under the waistband. My breathing is ragged as I push my hips up to let you slide them of me. You place yourself on your knees between my legs, leaning down to let your lips kiss over my inner thighs. “Fuck you are sexy” you groan, your fingertips move unbearably slow over my hips.
My eyes meet yours, and you smirk. It’s an instant rush, the desire spreading and making my blood boil. “Beg” your voice is deep, hiding something darker. I moan, your words making me even more wet. “Come on, beg me like a good girl…” you wink and press your fingers over my thighs. “Please…” my voice tremble. Your lick me over my inner thighs, agonizingly close to where I want you the most. My fingers tangles through your hair, pulling you closer. You growl, straining, and grab my wrists pushing them down into the mattress.
“So eager baby” your tone is taunting. I strain against your grip but you hold me tight. Then you lick me, burying your face between my thighs. “Oh hell” I moan loudly, the sensation of your tongue against my clit and your grip around my wrists making this incredibly hot.
You give me a last long lick before pushing yourself up. You move fast, letting my wrists go and grabbing my hips. When you turn me over on my stomach I willingly arch my back. I can feel you move around and then you toss your boxers on the floor. You press one knee between my thighs, urging me to spread my legs. I whimper when I feel your hard cock against my wet pussy. Your hands grab my hips and you push yourself against me. I can feel how you try not to lose control, you groan between clenched teeth, going very slow.
My eyes flicker, your size making the sensation even better. I grasp the bedsheet, burying my nails and biting down hard on my lower lip. “Oh god…” I pant, and you move back only to slam back with force. My body rocks under you and I whimper with pleasure. “You want me harder baby?” you growl, your hips slam against my butt. “Don’t stop” I moan and close my eyes rocking my hips to meet you.
I let one of my hands move under me, desperately move over my clit, circling. I shake when you slam against me again, having you move deeper. I hear your growls getting darker, your fingers gripping me hard. You pull out and I moan in disappointment only to be yanked over to my back. “I want to see you cum” you are over me in seconds, burying your hard cock in my wet pussy. Your whole body pressed against mine and your lips kissing me wildly drives my arousal to it’s brink. “Fuck…” I pant against your mouth, my hands gripping your back.
You raise yourself enough to let your hand slip between us, and when your fingers caress my clit I close my eyes and whimper. “Cum for me baby…” your voice is encouraging and you kiss me over my neck, nipping over my right shoulder. I tense and begin to shake as the climax hits me like a brick wall. I moan your name and cum hard with you inside me. This only incite you and you slam yourself into me and groan loudly into my ear as I clench around your cock. Then you cum, you growl between clenched teeth, and bury yourself in me one last time.
I try to catch my breath, still shaking after my orgasm. My muscles relax and I enjoy being under you, taking my time to feel how you come down from your own arousal. The movie still flickering on the tv.
You let your hands cup my breasts and you raise your head looking at me. “Aren’t you a tease” you exclaim playfully. “I? How about you driving my fantasies wild?” I giggle and kiss you. “How about you tell me another story…?” I beg with a promising smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dmlo1z/roommates_movienight_mf_first_person_are_you
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