I was fresh out of graduate school & found a great job in my field in a city a few hours away. I found a roommate on Facebook. We messaged back & forth a bit before I committed. She seemed nice enough, a little stuck up honestly, but she was covering more than half the rent (well her parents were), so I jumped on the opportunity.
The apartment was nice, really nice. She had the master bedroom & bathroom, which weren't pictured in the ad. The rest of the apartment was obviously newly renovated & very nice. I couldn't believe how little she was asking for the second bedroom. I committed & moved to the city two weeks later.
When I arrived, she greeted me, holding out her hand like she was the pope.
"I'm Mandy, but you can call me Miss," she said smirking at me. Seemed a little odd, considering we were the same age. But it was her apartment, so I didn't argue.
"I'm Sammie." I said smiling at her. She was looking me up & down excitedly. Honestly, I was doing the same. I hadn't had any action since my last girlfriend dumped me for her ex over a year ago. Mandy's profile picture didn't do her justice. She was a goddess.
Her beautiful curvy frame leaned gracefully & powerfully up against the door jam. Her glossy hair cascaded down her back & swished tantalizingly behind her narrow waist. We were the same height, but it felt like she toured over me. After I finished checking her out, I met her eyes only to immediately drop them back to the ground. She had definitely caught me staring, as a small smirk graced her plump red lips.
"Come," she commanded. She showed me around & to my room. In the corner of my room sat a large dog cage.
"I didn't know there was a dog in the apartment," I said confused.
"There isn't yet," she said with no further explanation.
She left me to unpack. I removed the cage from my room into the living room, which she didn't comment on.
She seemed nice enough as a roommate. She had a few bad habits. She often left her dirty dishes in the sink, but I didn't mind. I just washed them for her. She also seemed to always leave her clothes in the drier, but again, I just folded them neatly & left them on her bed.
On my first night, I was cleaning our dishes & she was talking loudly on the phone with her friend Denise about some party. While I scrubbed away at her utensils, she suddenly dropped her glass into the sink water. She smiled at me condescendingly & continued her phone call, leaving the room. I rolled my eyes, as she obviously expected me to wash the glass. I scrubbed the rim of the glass, where a bit of her red lipstick was smudged. I imagined her plush lips leaving the mark & felt myself moisten. Get it together, I scolded myself.
It was about a week into living together that I was again folding a load of her laundry. I pulled a pair of her panties out of the drier. They were tiny & lacy. I found myself running my fingers over the edge of the lace, imaging her round ass in them.
Quickly shaking myself out of the thought, I grabbed the basket of dirty laundry she left & started sorting them for her. I pulled out another sexy pair of panties, but these were used, wet with something in the crotch. The sweet smell of her nectar permeated the air. Without thinking, I lifted them to my mouth & took a tentative lick across the crotch. I finished sorting her laundry & guiltily snuck the used panties into my pocket. I furiously masturbated that night while smearing the crotch of the panties across my mouth & nose, imaging her smug little smirk the entire time.
As the days went on, her small forgetful habits became more frequent & more annoying. Her dishes piled up. She began sitting her laundry outside my room to be washed each day. She left a mess in the living room.
After a particularly long day at work, I came home to find the living room I had just finished cleaning to be a complete mess. Mandy sat on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.
