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.
