Your roommate comes home in a huff. She angrily takes off her shoes and slams the door to her room.
You knock, “Hey, you okay?”
You get no response. You know she was just met with a guy she met on Grindr. Maybe it didn’t turn out well? You knock again.
“If you don’t answer me, I’m coming in.” You warn her.
“Leave me alone.” You hear through whimpered sobs. She’s crying.
“Do you need a hug?” You ask through the door.
The door opens. Behind the doorway is the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. But you’re not surprised, you live with her. You’re blessed with her beauty everyday.
She turns around and sits on her bed.
You sit down and wrap an arm around her. “Tell me what’s going on.”
She leans into you. Her hair smells amazing, the strawberry conditioner she uses fused with the baseline scent of her sweat makes your heart flutter.
But! This is not the time for those feelings. She’s straight, and she needs a friend right now.
“It just seems like all the guys I meet, just see me as an effeminate man.” She says into your shoulder.
“Did something happen today on your date?” You ask.
“No… I mean.” She gestures in frustration. “He tried to come on to me but all he talked about was my penis. No compliments no flirting to me as a person, just another fucking chaser.”
“You’re lucky your a lesbian.” She says. “Guys can be such dicks.”
Yeah lucky… you’d be even more lucky if she was a lesbian too. Instead you’re stuck yearning for something you’ll never have.
“Say… I’m curious, what would it be like to be with a woman?” She asks looking up at you. Her eyes glistened as she stared at you like a puppy.
Is she really asking this? You’ve dreamed about this ever since she moved in.
“I can’t speak for all women, so I can’t be sure. All I can tell you is how I’d treat you.” You say without thinking. “Hypothetically of course.” You try to save yourself.
She blushes and looks away towards her wall.
There’s a minute of silence.
“Hypothetically right?” Your roommate asks.
“I mean yeah. Why do you want me to tell you how I’d treat you?” You ask the beautiful woman in your arms.
She twiddles her fingers in her lap.
“Y-yeah, hypothetically of course. How would you treat me hypothetically.” She says
You’ve thought of this for so long.
“Well first,” you begin, “I’d look at you and I wou-“
She interrupts you by shifting to turn back to look at you.
Your heart starts to beat in double-time. You smile a sweet reassuring grin towards her.
“I would tell you that you are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” You move your hand to cup her face.
“I would shower you with compliments. Like how your smile brightens my day. That no matter how ugly a piece of clothing is you always manage to make it look sexy.”
“Of course sweetheart, hypothetically… can I continue?” You ask
Is her face beginning to get red? God she’s cute.
“I’d take my finger.” You say extending your finger.
“And I would slowly scrape it around the back of your ear.” You hover your finger over her ear and mime out the motions.
“I would then lower my finger down your neck.” You move your finger down. Still hovering, never touching.
“Y-you can touch me. You’re my best friend you can like touch me with your finger you know, it’s just like a hand shake. I’ve touched your hands before you know.” She babbles trying to justify you touching her.
“I thought we were doing hypothetically?” You ask.
“Y-yeah!!” She spurts out.
“You want me to touch you… hypothetically?” A question that barely makes sense at this moment comes out of your mouth.
All she does is nod with her beat red face.
You place your finger right under her ear. Slowly you move it south, to her collarbone.
Does she think you can’t feel her shiver with every move? Is she really even straight? God she is so cute.
“I wouldn’t stop commenting on you. On your cute bubbly smile,” you move your finger back up her neck. “Your perky tits. your fat ass.”
Her eyes open wider than you’ve ever seen. You think she’s about to say something but your finger has finished it’s journey.
You rest your finger right over her mouth. Touching her soft lips. She looks conflicted.
“Don’t worry… it’s all hypothetical.” You tease her.
She gives you a nod and envelops your finger into her mouth.
“I would call you endearing pet names, like princess.” You see her hips jerk. “Huh? You like that princess?”
You hear her moan on your finger. You want to take this further. You need to take this further. You need her to realize this too. A devious smile grows across your face.
“Why don’t you be a good girl for me and lay down for me?” You say patting the bed your both sitting on with your free hand.
You pull your finger out of her mouth with a POP!
You swear to god you hear her whine before she catches herself. But you hear it.
“Hypoth-“ she begins to say.
You move on top of her holding her wrists.
“I said maybe.” You state. “What if this isn’t hypothetical? Huh?”
She blushes and tries to look away.
You grab her face and make her look at you.
“It’s your turn now. Tell me. Hypothetically… what do you want me to do to you.”
“Uhm!!! Uhm!!! Uhhh!!!!” She’s too flustered to get words out.
“Come on Princess~ use your words. You can still do that right?” You speak down at her.
“C-could you… could you,,,”
“Could I what? Speak.” You bark at her.
“Could you kiss me?!?” She finally speaks. Aww that’s so cute.
You release her hands and roll over.
“And why would I kiss a straight girl?” You say with the biggest smile growing across your face.
“Huh!!?!” She gasps. “No that isn’t fair!!!” She reaches over toward you and balls your shirt beneath her hands.
“Please???? Please kiss me!!! Please!!!!” She looks up at you pleading. Her cute puppy dog stare almost makes you relent. But no… she needs to learn.
“No. I’m not kissing a straight girl.” You say sitting up.
“Wait no! Don’t get up!!!! I… really want to kiss you though…” she says looking down bashfully.
“So?” You almost chuckle at how pathetic she’s being. “Shame you don’t like women, I would’ve really loved kissing you.” You say nailing the final nail in.
“FINE!” She screams at you. “I like w-women. I like you… now will you please kiss me???” She looks back up at you. Tears welling up in her eyes.
There’s just one more thing.
“Hypothetically?” You ask looking her deep into her eyes.
“No… not hypothetically.” She answers.
You grab her crying face and open her lips with yours. Your tongues dance. Your tongues fight to fill each others mouth.
Finally, you two are connected.
dailybridgerton
izzy806
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
