It always sucks when a long term relationship is over. Your heart is broken. You loose your best friend. And someone has to move out. In my case, I had to move out. And 30 year old me wanted out as fast as possible. I couldn’t stand her presence anymore.
Due the fact that I wasn’t the richest human being back then, my options were very limited. A place for myself was out of reach. Unfortunately. Well, looking back at it from now: Luckily I wasn’t swimming in money back then. But back to the story: I was looking for a room in an apartment. Yes, time to deal with roommates again. Well, it could be worse.
I was very lucky. I found some suitable. Something affordable after three days of searching. I went to check out the place, to meet my future roommate. She was more than just nice. She asked the right questions, I probably gave her the right answers. She told me I could move in. While I was checking out the place. I said yes, transferred her my first rent and some deposit, three days later I was living at her place.
The place itself, it was awesome. High ceilings, a big room for me, a big room for her, a big enough kitchen, a huge living room, a bathroom and a toilet. Yes, where I am, we don’t take a dump next to our shower. We prefer to have a small, dedicated room to do your business. But we tend to have our washing machine next to our shower. I loved that place. I loved her place. The furniture, the decoration, everything had just more than style. And it was located next to the city center.
My roommate, you might ask: She was 35 years old. Good looking. She had a well paid job. She just had no luck on the dating side of her life. But living alone wasn’t her thing at all. So she rented out the spare room of her please. At least that was what she told me before I moved in.
After moving in, we had house warming, a get to know each other better dinner. We ordered some nice pizza. We had a lot to talk. A little but about ourselves, but mostly about organizing our living together. We split the household chores. I was the window cleaner, the grocery shopper, the vacuuming guy and the person responsible for the bathroom and the toilet. She did the rest. The rest was: Doing all the laundry, yes, she insisted of doing it that way, she kept the kitchen clean, she was dusting off the common areas and was doing the rest. Whatever that might have been.
Everything worked out as planed. We lived in the place together, or more next to each other for months without any problem. We got to know each other, and I must admit, I liked her. I liked her by far too much for her being just my roommate. I got the hots for her. I began to check her out. She made me horny. Yes, the same old roommate falls for roommate story.
She, she took notice of it. The saliva dripping out of my mouth when she walked by me in her underwear might have given me away. She clearly was provoking it. She always had a nice, superior smile on her face when she did that. Her smile even got bigger, when she saw a bulge between my legs.
It went that way for some time. Sexual tension was building up. Despite jerking off like a maniac – I wasn’t in dating mood after my last breakup – I got hornier with every day. Her scent all over the place nearly drove me insane. Horny me made me do stupid things. Really stupid things.
I began to steal, to sniff and cream her panties. She always found out. It made her really mad. She threatened me to throw me out. But she calmed down, and as a punishment, I had to take over all of her household chores. I gladly did, because I didn’t want to move out. And I liked what was going on. I liked her getting mad and punishing me.
But stealing and creaming her panties wasn’t all that I did. She had the habit to leave the bathroom door open. Always. An invitation for me to spy on her. An invitation that horny me gladly accepted. I spend a lot of time hidden outside of the bathroom when she was in. With my rock hard dick in my hands. Desperately trying to beat the fucker down while trying to get a glimpse of her hot naked body.
After a few weeks of me beating off to her hot, wet body, she caught me. Or better said, she bothered to catch me. Because she knew exactly what I was doing: “So you love my hot naked body, don’t you?”
No need to deny anything. I just said yes: “Then enjoy your view. Keep on jerking your rock hard dick. I am okay with it. But don’t touch me. And clean up after you. Don’t dare to leave even a trace of your disgusting filthy cream anywhere.”
She totally took me by surprise. I was fearing that she’d throw me out. That I had to move again. To leave that fucking awesome flat. But nothing. From this day on, when I was at home, and she was in the bathroom, it was jerk off time for me. It came damn fucking good. I stopped watching porn. The need for jerking off to some strangers was gone. I had my hot roommate.
Besides me being allowed to jerk off like a maniac while peeping on my roommate, some other things changed. My roommate got more bossy. She began to give orders. It was a slow process. And she knows how to ask me to do stuff. Without putting on a commanding voice. I didn’t even noticed it back then. I, I tend to be submissive in a relationship – yes looking back from now, we clearly had something like that up and running already back then – so I had and have no problem with her doing. The opposite was and is the case, I fucking love it.
But her getting more dominant wasn’t the only thing that changed. She more or less stopped wearing any clothes – besides her underwear – when she was home. She even turned up the heating to feel comfy. I was hard more or less all the time when she was around.
Horny me made me make a move on her. Tried to fuck her. I got closer, I tried to touch her. To kiss her. I violated one of her rules: Not touching, just watching. She pushed me away. No, she wasn’t angry or mad. She just didn’t wanted to get fucked by me. She looked me deep in the eyes. With a very sorry expression on her face. She even let out a deep sigh: “I know, I make you really hot. I know you want to fuck me. I understand, you are a man. You got your urges. That’s why I allow you to jerk off to me all the time. But, we cannot do that. We can’t fuck each other. Not that I wouldn’t love to do it, but we are roommates. And mates don’t fuck.”
Getting rejected was frustrating as fuck. I hurt a little bit. But her explanation totally made sense. It was a totally valid reasoning. Even for horny me. She was right. You don’t fuck your mates. It can go terrible wrong. Then someone has to move out. And I loved our, yes, our apartment. I loved to share it with her. She did the same. She saw – and sees – the perfect roommate in me. Well, back then more a perfect roommate in the making, but she saw my potential.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vf0e98/enslaved_and_educated_mf