Restoring the delicate equilibrium between roommates [FF]

I lived with three men one semester. One was gay but the two were straight and also in love with me. I am not saying this to be dramatic or conceded. That’s what actually happened and it got awkward at times as they got weirdly competitive with each other.

*My best friend who I periodically hooked up with thought it was hilarious when he came to see me and kept saying 100% of my straight roommates fell in love with Viola.*

I was aware of this dynamic and tried to keep them at arms length. Tbh, I was going through an odd phase where I was hooking up with various people. It got to the point that our routine every Saturday morning consisted of the them making breakfast for me and whomever I had hooked up with the night before. They instinctively started setting a 5th place at our table. We found a beautiful equilibrium with me showing absolutely no interest in either of them.

One night I fucked up.

I was slightly drunk and bored and I ended up making out with one of them. We held hands at a concert and then I pulled him towards me outside and let him pin me against a brick wall.

It was hot and all was well until he told me he was in love with me.

I then spent an hour explaining that he was absolutely not in love with me and it would never work. I was not in a space to date anymore, much less my roommate. However, I did let him sleep in my room where we made out a little.

The next morning was extremely awkward and resulted in weird tension between my two straight roommates. They immediately started picking fights with each other.

The third just gave me judgmental looks and informed me that I was definitely about to break up our happy family. He told me I needed to fix it.

I had to act fast.

I came up with a pretty good plan too. I had this female friend who was HELLA cute. I thought it would be a great idea to set her up with the roommate I had made out with, so the three of us went out one night. I believe they’re hitting it off as they make out halfway through the evening, but then he corners me at the bar and tells me he’s thinking about me and still thinks he’s in love with me.

I find this annoying at this point TBH. I had explained I was not in a place to date and had no romantic feelings towards him. He was not hearing me out. I did not owe him anything and meanwhile he was hitting on me seconds after making out with my awesome friend.

*Some of y’all might already see where this is going. I am a petty bitch.*

“You are not in love with me. You like the *idea* of me,” I told him.

“Nah V, I think I just love you and I think you feel it too. Tell me you’ve never had that passion with someone like we did the other night.”

*I am actually just a really good kisser.*

The bottom line is I’m annoyed and my female friend is bummed. As were in a taxi back to our place, I lean over and start making out with her to prove just how passionate I can be with anyone. I don’t even know if she’s queer but I shoot my shot.

As it turns, she is indeed into it.

So is our taxi driver. I know this because he almost runs into another car and my roommate yells at him to keep his eyes on the road. I am making out with this girl very passionately at this point and she’s leaning towards me so that she’s nearly in my lap.

When we get home, without saying a word, I just pull her into my room. In a true showing of how few fucks I gave at this point in life, I was weirdly honest with her about what was going on. I was basically like “My roommate is not taking kindly to rejection and I would like to fuck you loud enough for him to hear.”

*I’ve actually found people respond pretty well when you’re upfront with them like this btw. So long as you do it at the outset, most folks can handle the truth.*

Perhaps it was the fact that she had just been rejected or was “bicurious,” but she is very enthusiastic about this plan.

I take my shirt off and guide her hand to my breasts. She starts playing with them and she is a damn natural. I usually can’t fuck blonde women because it feels too much like I’m fucking myself, but I am not complaining about the way this girl pushes me on my bed and jumps on top of me. I take her shirt off too and for a while we make out like that. She lets me suck on her breasts, but says she’s not ready for me to go down in her. She’s never been with a woman.

I ask her if I can get her off, and I’m a bit shocked when she asks me to use a vibrator on her.

*Fuck yes. This is the jackpot.*

I make her use it on herself first so I can watch her rhythm. Then I get behind her and play with her breasts with one hand as I move my vibrator up and down with the other. I usually hate making out during sex, but when she turns her head to the side to kiss me, I’m actually very into it.

*Idk man, if a woman is hot enough I’m much more lenient with my preference. We’re magical creatures.*

She arches her back against me and starts shaking. I can feel her body convulsing against mine, but sadly she’s quiet as a damn mouse.

“Can you do me a kindness?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

“When you come can you scream?”

She laughs but when she gets close to orgasm I hear her start to moan louder. I pull her hair when I feel her building and listen to her scream as she climaxes.

Our walls are thin.

She apologizes because she’s not ready to do anything to me, but I tell her I truly don’t mind. She’s done more than enough and I invite her to spend the night.

*The cool thing about fucking a woman is you can trade skincare routines after fucking. I’m a fan.*

Anyway, the following morning we come out and my roommates have gathered at the table for our Saturday morning ritual. There is about three seconds of awkwardness until my gay roommate says, “Did you girls have fun?”

Then we all laugh, including my roommate who is allegedly in love with me, and enjoy pancakes.

So like… am I a bitch? Yes. However, equilibrium was indeed restored.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uccikm/restoring_the_delicate_equilibrium_between