She's my Room Mate's Girl
Introduction
This is my first upload for a long time and I decided to do something different with this one. It has a more light of tone and plenty of humour. Part 1 in particular is more about sexual tension and heavy flirting than it is about sex. But Part 2 is already almost finished and will follow soon.
Also a note on the text. I'm British, so I used the British terms for things such as knickers instead of panties and some British slang and curse words. Google is your friend if you don't recognise a word.
Part 1
"All women are bitches!" Phil, my best friend raised his can of beer to toast his philosophical comment.
"But fuck them," I replied.
"... and we will," he smiled.
I raised my can to his and repeated the motto, "All women are bitches".
Of course I didn't believe it. People are all shades of grey. But Phil was really referring to one woman in particular. My ex, Zoe. We had gone out for three years. She was my first true love. I'd had other girlfriends. Even cried when I was dumped and swore I would love them forever. But Zoe was my first adult relationship and it had recently come to a sorry end. I say recently, it was now nearly three months ago but the fact that I was still counting the days, meant it was still raw to me. The icing on my
shitcake
was the fact that she had left me for another man and my mind would continually give me sporadic visions of her romping with a this perfect specimen of a man, writhing passionately in his arms, bathed in sweat, whilst I sat here with a warm flat beer and Phil, who, sorry to say, was no looker.
Still, things were on the up. Phil's friend from work who went my the name of Zack, had been in need of a room-mate and he was the kind of man that pussy followed around like an old stinking cat lady. It was our plan that I would be getting some of the pussy that was going spare. It sounded like a fine plan for want of anything better.
Tonight was my first night in my new apartment, but it was a quiet start and there was currently zero pussy occupying our apartment. My new room mate Zack was a bit of party animal, and it was Friday night, so he was out and about, doing whatever popular, charismatic, good looking people do. I wouldn't know, I wasn't exactly a hermit and I hadn't yet been stoned in the street by locals for being a hideous freak. But I was a definite 'inbetweener'. Neither Geek nor Jock as it were, but somewhere in the middle. Zack was a definite Jock and Phil leaned towards geek. I'm oversimplifying the vast array of human traits here, but you hopefully get my point.
Tonight there was to be a get together at the apartment later as a sort of welcome. Zack promised that there would be plenty of pussy on arrival by midnight. His girlfriend was a student at the local university which assured a river of students that should flow straight though our apartment. Both myself, Phil and Zack all worked full time and we had our own social circles but I was hoping that being here within the student night life circle would help my currently non existent social life.
I was twenty four and feeling like I might just be getting past the party stage before I'd even began. But now was my time to be making up for it. It wasn't just about the pussy, I wanted to have fun, to talk about shit into the early hours with random strangers. To wake up and not know where I was. To get high, to be immature, to play spin the bottle and to kiss a girl without even knowing her name. But still, it would be nice to get some pussy too.
Phil and I finished off a few more beers and as the clock ticked towards midnight I was starting to feel kind of anxious. Was I even ready for pussy if said pussy landed in my lap and purred? Zoe had really fucked me over and left me something of a PTS victim. She had single handedly ruined my perceptions of true love, 'the one' and all of that Hollywood bullshit.
Midnight came and I was still there, waiting with my Dutch courage when a group of my friends arrived. Tom and James and their girlfriends, Lisa and Debbie, one of whom was annoyingly Zoe's friend. I immediately felt like I was being spied on. I mean Zoe didn't really give a shit, but anything out of the ordinary, any new low that I managed to reach would surely be reported back to her like a Sunday paper headline.
'All the more reason to get some pussy,' I thought to myself. Wondering that if Zoe heard about it that she might still have a hint of jealousy.
Our new arrivals were already more than half cut and they immediately brandished a copious amount of weed as my welcoming gift. I was more than happy to oblige them. I set Phil to rolling some joints as was his speciality and I got some warm beer for the newcomers. It was then that the first truckload of pussy arrived. About twenty people I didn't know poured in through my front door in a hail of cheers and laughter. They weren't all female. But I was pleased to see that there was a seventy to thirty percent ratio towards the female variety.
One girl came up to me and Phil and demanded to know, "So who is Justin?"
"Guilty," I answered with a smile.
She held her hand out and I shook it, "I'm Daisy, Zack's girlfriend. Did he mention me?"
"Never mentioned a Daisy to me. Think there was a Gemma though." I grinned. Pleased at myself for making an actual joke.
She let out the barest hint of a smile, "Wow. Are you like a professional comedian or something? I think I just wet my knickers that was so funny."
Part of me wanted to run. Just get out of that room and keep running till I collapsed and died from social awkwardness. But there was a certain look in her eyes. A glint of mischief.
"I remember now. Daisy. Zack mentioned something about a stalker. Crazy bitch. That sort of thing."
She turned to Phil. "Does he just keep going like this all night? He's like fucking C3PO."
Phil nodded sheepishly. "He just keeps talking."
"Well I suppose he's adorably awkward." She smiled at me as though I were her cute nephew. "These are some of my friends from uni. I hope you don't mind. Some are single and not too picky, so if you ply them with booze they should open like a flower for pretty much anyone, even you two... peculiar creatures. Now where the fuck is Zack?"
"I haven't heard from him since about seven. Said he would be here for midnight." I replied.
"He's completely useless at being on time for anything. Or sometimes for turning up at all. Well I'm going to see to my friends and I'll text him. We'll talk later. You can teach me some more about humour where you come from."
"Yeah sure, see you in a bit." I said, trying to be all nonchalant and cool.
As soon as she was out of earshot. Phil commented, "Well that's gonna be awkward?"
"What?" I asked, pretending not to have noticed.
"What? Are you kidding? The fact that your room mate's girl's super hot and she's going to be here all the time. She's gonna be running around in a t-shirt and little tiny shorts and you're gonna have to pretend like it's cool and it doesn't phase you. You're gonna have to be strong bro."
It was undeniable. Daisy was super hot. Apparently she was half Korean, half English. She was about five seven, slim of build, pale of skin and with quiet large breasts for her small frame. She had long dark hair, and with gorgeous brown eyes.
"I guess so." I replied dumbly, without realising the full implications of what was actually going to happen in the coming weeks.
The night carried on with drinking, smoking and all the things that young people get up to. It was about half one when Daisy came over to find me again. I was sat on the three seater couch with a couple of girls and blokes scattered about, chatting idly. I'd spotted a couple of potential mating partners but it had been a while for me and I wasn't confident enough to move in yet. Without giving me any warning Daisy came over and leapt on to my knee as though it were her own personal futon. She was sat side on and dangled her legs across the couch and also across another girls legs who had been sitting next to me and I had been trying to chat up without too much success.
"It appears my boyfriend won't be joining us." She announced. "He's dropped off the face of the Earth again."
Trying to ignore the fact that I had such a hot girl sat and my knee, my cock which was jumping to attention beneath her, her face only inches for mine and her state on drunkenness becoming more apparent I replied, "I'm sure he'll resurface soon."
"You don't know him like I do. He'll be gone till tomorrow afternoon at least. But enough about him. Tell me about you. I here you have a bitch ex girlfriend?"
My eyes darted about, looking to see if Zoe's friend was within earshot. She wasn't. "Word gets around..." I said.
"Stereophonics first album, what of it?" She giggled at her witty interruption.
"Their best album, a bit before your time though."
"You're like five years older than me you dick." Don't think that because you're a little older you have a sense of entitlement to older music."
"Well ninety ninety seven isn't that old." I replied.
"It is. But we have gone off topic thanks to my hilarious wit. Where were we? Ah, your bitch ex-girlfriend," she said it a little louder this time.
"Keep your voice down, that girl over there is her friend." I gestured with my eyes.
She looked over to where Debbie was in conversation and didn't seem to have noticed, the loud music having drowned out Daisy's words. Daisy put a finger to her lips. "Oops," she giggled. Before adding even louder again, "What a bitch!"
She turned back to me like a child waiting their bed time story. "So... tell me about it."
So I began, "Well to be fair when you ask about me, my ex-girlfriend isn't exactly high on the list of things that define me. But yes my ex-girlfriend cheated on me and left me for someone else. She should be flailed alive if you ask me."
"Well it's kind of pointless flailing a dead person. But yes you're right she should. Tell me about you. Tell me about Justin, minus that poisonous bitch that should be flailed alive." She spat that last section theatrically in Debbie's general direction.
So I told her all about me and why I was here and what I was about. I was drunk too, so I spilled more than I would have otherwise. All the while Daisy stared at me intensely with those deep, dark eyes. It was an intense stare, like she might slap me or maybe kiss me. Her eyes travelled up and down my face, sometimes staring at my lips, other times at my hair. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes burned into my skull. My cock was raging beneath her arse and I kept thinking that surely she could feel it. It was pressing up hard against her. At first I had tried to command it to cease. But it hadn't worked and Daisy either hadn't felt it or didn't mind.
Daisy sat on my knee for the rest of the night. Even when I got up to go take a piss. I came back and awkwardly stood near her. Upon noticing me she grabbed me, forced me to sit down and jumped back on my knee like a fairy to a toadstool.
"You have a comfy knee," she purred at me, and my cock immediately sprang back to attention and began to pulse.
But as pleasant as it was to have Daisy on my knee, it did ruin my chances of getting laid. I could hardly chat up another girl with Daisy sprawled across me like a lounging Persian princess and everyone seemed to think Daisy was my girlfriend. Even Phil pulled, which shows that my chances of pulling would have been high but for Daisy's antics. So I was torn between enjoying her company and the sexual tension between us and the realisation that I was missing out on some real action.
The night finished about five. We still had a few people about. Phil had left with his girl but we still had a couple of girls and blokes about, all couples. Daisy had fallen asleep on my chest, her arm around my waist, her warm breath gently caressing my neck. Feeling suddenly exhausted and near to sleep myself, I carried her toward Zack's room. I walked down the corridor to find it locked. I had no idea where the key might be and upon asking Daisy I got only an inaudible groan. Fearing I might drop her, I fumbled for the key to my room and opened it up. I put her into my bed. It was a king size and she looked tiny in it. She quickly rolled over and went to sleep.
Now I was worried about what to do. Back in the living room two couples were making out, Zack's room was locked and Zack's girlfriend was here. I surmised the best course was to construct a makeshift bed on the floor at the foot of my bed. I did this and fell into it, falling into a deep sleep in seconds.
