everything is so expensive these days, getting a roommate makes so much sense. he moves in and is so eager to help out. he does the dishes after you cook him a meal. he takes out the bins and changes the light bulb after it blows. you think yourself lucky. everyone was so worried about you inviting a man into your home but he’s so sweet and couldnt do more to put you at ease that you made the right choice
it doesn’t take long before you start to question if his gaze is lingering, if he really needed to press up against you to get that plate and if the noises you hear at night are intended to be overheard. it takes you even less time to realise that with every moment you question, you’re slick and tingling with anticipation
you settle into bed and before long the noises start again. slow and quiet. you try to convince yourself that the soft groans you hear are signs that he’s fast asleep but you cant help but squeeze your thighs together imagining its something else. your fingers dance their way down your body absentmindedly. grazing your collar bone, working their way up the curves of your breasts, tickling over your tummy.
a small moan escapes your lips as your fingers make contact with your wetness and slowly begin to circle your clit. you chastise yourself mentally for being so full of need but you just cant help yourself any more. you know its wrong to be rubbing your pussy to the thought of the man laying in the next room, but it feels so good. your pace quickens as your fingers swirl round and round and round. you struggle to keep quiet and the idea of being caught makes you burn with embarrassment. you put your face in your pillow as you roll onto your front, desperately hoping to mask the hushed panting and moaning that you cant hold yourself back from.
the ache is too intense, you cant bare the feeling of clenching around nothing. one finger, then two slip deep inside of your pussy leaving you humping your own hand for some relief. your pleasure is building, you cant focus on anything but your needy drippy pussy. too busy grinding your own hand into the mattress to realise the groans from the other room have stopped.
the bed dips beside you and then you feel him. his legs either side of your thighs as he straddles you from behind. his hard length pressed up against your ass. his hands meet your waist and he leans down and huskily whispers in your ear. “i wondered how long it would take you to turn into a perfect little slut for me”
