[MF] A Cute Encounter With a Room-mate

A few months ago, two women moved in with me, Charlie and Emilia. We had been friends for 8 years, and had a decent bit of trust between us. Emilia, being the warmer one, had little problem exposing herself to me, and on one occasion, trialed lingerie in front of me, despite her having a boyfriend at the time. We’ve had no sexual relationship, however, and our relationship is constrained to mild displays of sexuality. There’s no love between us.

I’m often seen as an effeminate man, and I admit that, somewhat, I act in a feminine manner. I’m that little boy to other girls, the person everyone sees as their own child. My voice is pitched higher, I wear scarves and, perhaps most importantly, I show little sexual desire. Probably for that reason, all of my roommates are female, and I the male friend who is all but one of their own. My apparent non-sexuality does have a few benefits: the two I live with act like themselves, and generally disregard the concept of decency around me. They’ll wear skimpy shorts and airy tops, seemingly without regard for my male presence. Sometimes, given that we’re low budget dwellers, they’ll cuddle against me on the couch in the winter, and rest their hands on my warm thighs. I’ve had them even fall asleep in my lap.

And mind you, these girls are hot. Skinny bodies and adorable faces, they’re absolute goddesses. I don’t necessarily see them sexually, though, I view our relationship as one of nurturing friendship. It’s deeper than a platonic bi-gender relationship, yet I respect their sexual boundaries. To put that into perspective, the worst I’ve ever done was when I grabbed Charlie’s ass while she was wrapped against me on the couch. She didn’t pose any objection. Still, it felt as if I had broken a pact of trust, and didn’t dare to venture into sexual territory after that.

Being the effeminate man that I am, I struggle to pursue relationships beyond initial dates, and women leave me in favor of more masculine men. It’s the way it’s always been to me, and I’ve come to terms with the probability that I will never be able to experience intimacy. The next closest thing to giving me intimate pleasures is Emilia and Charlie, and that is nowhere close to satisfying me. My entire personality is predicated upon my lack of sexuality, allowing me the closeness to women that I have. Out of my 8 close friends, 6 are appropriately women. Me and my roommates know practically everything about each other: personal life, sexuality and whatnot. We’ve grown to adore each other for their flaws; I’ve been at their most debaucherous moments, a witness to their hunt for affection, and been there at their weakest emotional points. I’ve heard the sounds of Emilia slurping the cum off a boy she picked up, and known the depths of her craving for affection. The little of the romantic life I do have, I live through them.

We talk frequently, from topics varying as widely from philosophy (love you Nietzsche) to science to the meaning derived from love. It’s not like those conversations are like any other, normal platonic conversation: we look into the other’s eyes while sitting atop each other’s bed, leaving no emotion untouched. On one Saturday evening, in November of this year, I can remember clearly, Emilia was lying on her bed, wearing nothing but a bikini and a shirt that exposed her stomach. Her hair was spread around her head, emanating from her bright, sexy yet deeply experienced face. This woman is a goddess, and I am lost in her beauty even as I write this, daring me to dream of wildly and primally abusing her, yet inviting me to conversations filled with warmth and her immense intellect. We were talking, on this sleepy day, of more exciting hedonistic pursuits of affection and love. Strangely enough, she began to guide the conversation towards my own desire of affection. Normally, I would shy away from talking about myself, but today I let my guard down, surrounded by the warmth of the bedroom.

“Who do you love?” she asked with a slight teasing smirk on her face.

“No one, really. I’m not into the game”, I responded, muttering under my breath. Normally, at this point, she would stop questioning, but she decided to go on, and ultimately chose what was to come.

“You can’t keep avoiding your affections and avoiding talking about your own love life. You have to take a stance and declare outright that you’re asexual or that you want to be loved, not walk the boundary between either. You can’t remain walking the line forever.

A silence ensued. She twirled her hair, and adjusted her shirt, and I decided to spill it for once.

“I’ve always been sexually inclined, just that I repressed it for the longest time that I could. It’s hard when everyone considers you their little child, rather than acknowledging that you are a fully mature, sexual being. I’ve never been able to grow beyond the perception of my feminity”, I ranted. Emilia placed her hand on my thigh unexpectedly, and just sighed in understanding. She was the first person to ever be willing to listen to my sexual feelings without being shocked and disgusted immediately. In retrospect, she told me she was slightly shocked, but had expected it after 8 years of friendship.

“You poor 25 year old virgin”, she mocked, and squeezed my thigh a little harder. I felt my bulge, which was already semi-erect, grow a little larger. The cloth on my shorts began to stretch, and her hand slid a little bit. She used this as an opportunity to move her hand a little bit closer. I reciprocated, and lay my hand within a few inches of her panties. Making my move now, I began to slide my wrist upon her thigh, rubbing against her soft, delectable skin. She let out a small sigh, which was closer to a moan in reality. This was my first time. I didn’t want to rush it. But she went for it, lifting her hand off my thigh, and shoving it straight under my loose shorts, brushed against my dick. Sensing a turning point, I asked her for consent.

“Do whatever you want, you poor, poor virgin”, she slurred, and she whipped out my dick. I slipped my hands under her panties, and began gently massaging her. We were now moaning, she aggressively rubbing my cock and foaming in the mouth, while I began to insert my fingers. She removed my hand, and pinned me against the bed. Positioning herself on top of my shins, she bent over, and carefully taking my head into her mouth, began to drool. She gently lowered her head on to mine own, perfecting each stroke, taking me all the way inside. I began to move my hips slightly, bringing by hips up to meet her face. I was shivering by now, utterly overcome by the sheer magnitude of pleasure I was experiencing, far beyond anything I had ever experienced. I couldn’t take the slow tease anymore, and flipped her so that she was below me, cock still in mouth.

I glanced into those deep hazel eyes, filled with lust and begging for fulfillment. Yet, there was a hint of affection to her, a loving content as I lowered into her, my balls slapping against her sharp jawline. There was a vague form of a smile in that mouth, despite the fact that it was wholly filled with my cock.

I raised myself, only to violently swing into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. I swung back and forth, her mouth passively sliding along my 6 inch rod. She grunted each time I hit her throat, a mix of pleasure and some pain. After about a minute, I was piqued and ready to do more yet. I exited her mouth, allowing her a few breaths of reprieve. I slipped off her shirt, throwing it to the wayside. I slid off my shorts and then my underwear, letting my cock dangle onto her. I proceeded to slide off my shirt, letting my cock slide against her cheek. I looked down, to witness her playfully sticking her tongue out and trying to reach its head. I instantly lost it.

Seizing her by her arms, I yanked her off the bed and threw her against the wall, such that she faced the wall. I stepped back, admiring her perfection. Oh, how I was going to ruin it. I raised my hand, and brang it down forcefully against her ass. I watched them quiver to a rest.

Deciding I was ready, I whipped her around, and pinning her against the wall and guided myself inside. She let out a long moan, giving the green light. I began to forcefully pump her against the drywall, lubricated only by the ounces of squirt she was excreting. Her whole body shook with each cycle, and she began to whimper when I slammed against her hips. Seeing her knees beginning to shake, I threw her against the bed, put her legs over my shoulder and began pumping yet again. I grew closer to climaxing, and she began to squeeze even tighter. Her tightness threw me completely off guard, catching me with a pleasant surprise. I looked at awe at this wondrous woman, and began gently messaging her perfect, round, yet soft and pillowy tits. This threw her over. She cried out, and released ounces of liquid onto my dick, and in that very moment, I saw that she had been waiting for me to fuck her all this time. A feeling of final satisfaction washed over her, and her face showed utter content, as if a major goal of hers had been recognized.

“Go ahead”, she moaned, and I already knew what she meant. I didn’t last for long after, and her post orgasmic content pushed me over the line. I completed one final stroke, and grabbing on to both her asscheeks, held her close to me. She knew what was about to happen, and patiently waited for it to arrive. My cock pulsed within her warm, homely cunt, and a rope shot out, hitting the very back of her walls. A few more pulses later, and she was swimming in my semen when I exited. I watched it slowly drip out of her. She was mine, and I owned her now. Tired and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed while she went to the bathroom. I stared up into the bedroom ceiling, and recounted all that had just happened. She returned, still covered with our fluids. I didn’t even bother cleaning up, but wiped up the sweet cream leaking out of her and rubbed over her face.

She turned towards me, her eyes glossed over in pleasure, and conjoined her lips with mine. I could feel her tongue foray into my mouth, and my tongue toy with hers. I could feel her heat on my face, emanating off her radiant body. Too exhausted to continue, I intertwined my leg with hers, my dick, still semi-erect, pressing against her, and closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I found her pressed close to me, in the same position that we had fallen asleep last night. I looked her, gave her a kiss to wake her up. Her face carried a slight smile, and was full of raw content. I stroked her face a little, and went to go put on some clothes. She woke up soon after I did, and said nothing to me. She simply smiled, and I knew that she was genuinely happy in that one moment. She bashfully avoided me for the day, but she knew that she was mine and I was hers.

We’ve been dating for the past few weeks now, and I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e2a9mu/mf_a_cute_encounter_with_a_roommate