So, some fallout after that last post. Paul moved out about a week later, even though Bill gave him a month, he was back at his parents place in a week. Didn’t want that couch back for whatever reason. Bill didn’t seem to mind that though, it’s a nice couch, just the right height in back. There were also 2 other cameras that Bill didn’t notice, but he made sure those were all gone. It was awkward for that week, Bill tried to spend more time at my place while also worried that Paul might try something stupid, but I understood. I had a full schedule that week, so it was pretty minimal contact all around. The one thing I asked Paul for the last time I saw him was for a copy of the video, and of course to delete it himself, or Bill could go after him for spying on him/us. I’ve watched it a few times now, and I can’t help but touch myself while doing so, watching that whore on the video cum again and again, then realizing that whore is me.
Author: confusedandaroused96
Revenge is a dish best served crea[M] [F]illed
So, in that [email](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibr1rr/shit_hits_the_fan_in_the_most_mind_blowing_way/) Bill sent me, he revealed something I long suspected, but had no idea on for sure. See, it turns out Paul is a bit of a voyeur, and being a tech literate one, he put some hidden cameras in his and Bills apartment. He said it was under the guise of security, but Bill always thought that it was to spy on him and the girls he’d bring back and ravage, hence them always going to his room. That part creeped me out, especially since we’d occasionally fool around out there, and the fact he could have videos of that pissed me off. I also wondered if the little shit had one in his room, or if he hid one in Bills when he was out. Bill reassured me there weren’t any, he had checked, and he might have implied that if any videos of him and those skanks showed up online, they’d be followed by one of him and Paul (he’d never actually do that, but Paul didn’t need to know that). Bill said he knew where the camera was, and that he’d move it into “prime” position before I got there. I told him that if Paul kicked him out, he could always stay at my place, but Bill told me “Why would Paul kick me out of my own place?”. Paul had told me that he was the primary on the lease, and Bill was subletting a room from him, but apparently Bill owned the place outright, and Paul was actually subletting from him. Looking back now, I can see so many other lies like this that Paul got away with at the time, and I can’t believe how stupid I was to believe him. I guess hindsight really is 20-20.
Shit hits the [F]an, in the most [M]ind blowing way
So, getting closer to real-time here, we’re up to the beginning of June, and things start to take a turn here. The 4 of us had 2 other mini-meetups, but neither of them resulted in the same set of circumstances as [the first](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ib1fz0/quarantine_sucks_a_fat_one_m_and_i_f_want_to_too/) (mainly due to the lack of tequila), but fun was still had. Paul and I had for some reason stopped with the daily calls to each other, just keeping up with each other via text, and the one zoom date we had didn’t end in any sexy time for either of us (that’s not to say that I didn’t take matters into my own hands after the fact, thank you Bill jr.)
Quarantine sucks a fat one [M], and I [F] want to too
So, a week or two after I [dented my fridge](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ygml/trying_to_keep_my_f_wandering_mind_occupied_and/), I really started to get stir crazy. Sure, I saw people at work, but I missed Paul, and friends like Megan and Bill. So one day I had enough, and invited them over for drinks. I figured what the hell, I need some fun, and some real dick, but to be safe I got tested and showed them all the negative result when I invited them. Paul was more than eager to come over and spend some time with me, and Megan was about to kill her brother, so she dragged Bill with her to have some fun.
Trying to keep my [F] wandering mind occupied, and off of him [M] (and failing miserably)
So, [my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8ojoc/starting_to_get_curious_f_about_my_bfs_roommate_m/) left us off on when quarantine started here in the US, and how I have been doing so alone. My job obviously has kept me occupied (nurse), while Paul had to go in occasionally to help the idiots at his company transition to at-home working, helping with with various things from accessing their work desktops at home to making sure they removed the cap on their webcam so people can see them. Bill, being a trainer, hasn’t worked for a while since his gym has been closed. Something only somewhat related is that I always thought Bill was a bit of an idiot, but it turns out that he’s not only a trainer at the gym, but half owner with his brother, so there’s that (and I might have to join when it opens back up). There’s something I should add here, despite Megan becoming a good friend, she is a bit of a prude (or at least she was), but Bill, Paul, and I have all come to the conclusion that she shouldn’t know of Bill’s former man-whoring days, that she’d find him disgusting and leave him. That’s not to say he won’t ever tell her, he just wants to build up some trust, and possibly wear her down on the subject so it won’t be such a big deal.
Starting to get curious [F] about my BFs roommate [M]
Long time lurker here on those lonely nights, (especially recently), and thought I’d start with a bit about me before getting into why I decided to make an account. I’m Ally, I’m 24, 5’7’’, shoulder length blonde hair, 34C, what I’d describe as a nice, perky butt, and I’m a nurse.
So, before the world went to hell in a hand basket, I had been with my bf, Paul, for a little over a year. He’s a nice and sweet guy, I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him. Paul has a roommate, Bill, and they couldn’t be more different.
Paul is a bit of a nerd (so am I), has a knack for computers, is a bit of an introvert, and if I’m being honest, could be considered “scrawny”. He’s only a few inches taller than me at 5’9’’, and I usually avoid wearing heels around him. He’s funny and kind and an absolute sweetie. He works in IT for a big company downtown.