Disclaimer: The characters and event in this story are written as a fantasy concept piece. There are overtones of non-consent, somnophilia and low-level drug use. The story is not intended to be offensive, however should these concepts not be to your liking, please avoid reading further. If you enjoyed this work, or if you have constructive comments, please feel free to let me know.
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I suppose that I have never been what you would consider a lucky guy, yet the day that I answered an advert for a roommate changed my life. Being chosen to board with my flatmate Rebecca was a one of those rare highlights that would be forever ingrained in my memories. We were both attending the same university, the costs of which were rather high, especially when you earn next to nothing from your part time work.
So it was due to financial necessity that we had discovered each other. I was focusing on Psychology, while she indulged in studying the Arts. A field that appeared to allow her far more freedom than the one I had chosen, and more popularity. I suppose that, up to that point, I had always been an awkward guy. Rebecca had a relaxed manner about her that had started to ease me out of my shell.
Rebecca was a beautiful dark-haired English girl, frost white skin, jet black hair and totally untouchable. Outgoing and bubbly, occasionally she would blur the lines between friendship and flirtation by accident. More so when she was under the effects of her Art Stimulants.
She, and a group of likeminded girls, would often get together and fool around with pot, alcohol and mushrooms during the week. Unfortunately, that was something that I had concluded that I could not risk doing with my heavy study schedule.
Though having her group of friends stop by was always entertaining, in more ways than one. They truly were wonderous eye candy, though the dry spell I had been enduring might have caused me to see them in a more favourable light. Strangely since moving in, I had found myself in a constant state of arousal. The temptation of these beautiful ladies was too great for me and I found myself frantically wanking to mental images of Rebecca and her friends.
In order to try and be discrete about it, I had taken to shooting my load into an empty juice bottle, hiding it in my bar fridge and getting rid of it at the end of the week. Last thing I wanted was for Rebecca and her friends to know that I was sitting in my room wanking like some pervert, though I suppose that is what I was.
It was early evening on Friday and Rebecca bounced through my doorway, face flushed from the chill outside, beanie hiding her hair. Her shirts were almost always a size too small for her busty frame. The tartan shirt she was wearing now was fighting a losing battle to hold back her breasts. I found myself willing the buttons to fail.
"Hey there Mark, it's almost the weekend, time to unwind. The girls stood me up, want to play Playstation and get wasted"?
Normally I probably would had turned down the offer, but it had been a particularly stressful week and I could use the distraction.
"Sure, why not!"
Now as sad as it is to say, up until that point I hadn't smoked pot, so when Rebecca brought her hash pipe out into the living room, I didn't really know what to do. I ended up taking a long pull as Rebecca held the lighter for me. My resulting coughing fit almost made Rebecca slide off the couch as she fell about laughing.
"Oh Mark, that was classic! Rebecca exclaimed gasping for breath. "I don't have very much gear, but you are going to love the feeling when it comes on."
"Well in case it doesn't work, I have a little vodka left. Would you like to, I mean do you want to have a share it with me?" I inquired, trying to be as cool. To my relief, Rebeca let my awkwardness pass without comment.
The next several minutes involved us bumbling around the flat trying to track down cups, mixers and snacks for the evenings game session.
"Looks like we were desperately short on mixers, I have soda water, but I hate soda water!" Rebecca called out.
"I can drink that, check my fridge, there might be something in left in there" I called back absentmindedly as I filled the glasses with ice.
"Hey Mark, I grabbed some juice, you don't mind, do you?"
"Sure, go for it!" Heck I was starting to feel relaxed; the pot must have been kicking in, perhaps I had best sit my butt down.
Rebecca hurried back and flopped down into one of the adjacent seats. One of the buttons on her shirt had finally failed, easing open to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of bare flesh. She wasn't wearing a bra, man could this night get any better!
Quickly filling my glass, I passed her the Vodka and was rewarded with a thrilling down shirt glimpse of a nipple as she leant forward to pour her drink. Oh man, I was going to have spank bank imagery tonight! Damn it, where had that though come from?
"To awesome roomies!" Rebecca hollered, proposing a toast. "And stress-free weekends!" I replied, as we both took generous sips of our drinks, half emptying them. Apparently, the Soda Water was flat, and evidently cheap. It tasted bitter with a chemical hint like it had been on the shelf too long. Still I forced it down, not wishing to offend 'Becca after she had offered it to me. From across the coffee table as a distinctive aroma wafted past my nose.
Senses dulled, I found myself getting fixated on the plunging neckline of Rebecca's shirt as she deftly poured more juice over the ice in her glass. Odd, there was that smell again, what was that?
"Top up your drink?" Rebecca offered, glancing up as I tried to pretend that I hadn't been looking down her top. Goodness what was wrong with me, I was behaving like an animal? Trying to quickly avert my eyes, I noticed a familiar bottle sitting next to her glass. It dawned on me that I should recognise that bottle, I should recognise that smell. That bottle had been in my bar fridge.
"You ok Mark?" Rebecca asked, "You look a little pale".
"Um yeah, head spin I think" I fumbled with a lie as mortifying fear gripped me.
However, 'Becca continued chatting away to me, apparently oblivious to the odour, as she proceeded to top both our glasses with vodka.
I stole a glance at her glass, watching the vodka mixing with the cloudy liquid from the bottle, I subconsciously held my breath as my house mate raised her cup.
"To fantastic friends!" Rebecca toasted.
"Absolutely." I managed to reply, a mixture of fear and excitement at what was about to happen, choking my words. As if in slow motion, I watched as she raised the glass to her lips. Her lips parting as she opened her mouth, the ice clinking in the drink as it tilted. The glistening reflection as the liquid swam between ice cubes and into her mouth. Her throat working as she swallowed it down.
It felt like this moment would stretch out forever. With each thudding beat of my heart, fear was replaced excitement. Rebecca's glass held mixture of vodka and about a week and a half of my semen. Rebecca was drinking my cum and she didn't realize it! Lust and arousal hit me harder than ever. My heart pounding in my ears, blood rushing to my cock. I could see Rebecca talking, but the words sounded far away.
"...And so Katelin got us these Pot cookies, but they were no good. Nothing happened..." Rebecca continued. "I've had 3 already and nothing happened at all".
"Huh, sorry, um think I spaced out." I mumbled.
"All good Marky Mark. So...you any good at fighting games?" Rebeca laughed and loading disc into the machine.
Try as I might, I couldn't really follow the action. I kept thinking about what had just happened, feeling myself throb, as I fought to suppress my erection. My skin was tingling and hot, while the vibration feedback through the hand controller was freaking me out a little.
"Mark, could you grab me some chocolate please, my legs don't seem to be working properly" Rebecca mumbled. Eyes glued to the screen, sitting cross legged on the couch, my poor roommate was looking pretty wasted. Truth be told, so was I, however at least I seemed to be able to stand.
"Sure, if you just hold my controller..." I fumbled with my words. Sitting cross legged, her skirt had ridden up, barely covering her shear underwear. Dear god I lusted to see more, my manhood straining feverishly against my pants as I stood up. Focused on the screen, Rebecca thankfully didn't notice my predicament. Not thinking clearly, I jokingly placed the controller between her legs, barely resisting the urge to touch her. This wasn't like me, was it? I hurried clumsily into the kitchen to avoid temptation.
