Ground Rules

Lily

I still couldn't believe I had a roommate again, after living alone for so long. And here I was, laying atop Alex as he was in a deep deep sleep. I had decided against stripping myself naked, worried that I'd get too wet and leave evidence on his sheets. But I hadn't resisted the temptation to slip my hands under his t-shirt and boxers, and I was so glad I had.

The sleeping pills I'd slipped him meant that he was out cold, and even if he woke up a little, he'd be in far too much of a haze to be lucid. That's what I was counting on really. I wasn't just here to have fun with my new toy, I needed to test out my theory. If I was right, he could be at my beck and call 24/7. I just needed to find out whether I really could hypnotise him.

The thought makes me involuntary squeeze my thighs against his hips and I feel his cock react. But then I also hear him exhale and mumble. The pulse of my heartbeat is in my ears as I lean in over to whisper to me.

"Alex... Alex... listen to me sweetie. Thrust just once if you feel me, and will comply."

My breath hitches as he does exactly what I tell him. It's so tempting just to make him fuck me right now, but that wouldn't be much better than masturbating. I want him to be awake, for it to be him pushing inside me when it happens. Even if maybe I have to give him some encouragement along the way.

"Goooood boy Alex. Now listen closely, and do as I command. It's going to be so hard living with a girl for a roommate. Constant temptation when I wear anything tight or revealing. Even though you know you shouldn't stare, you just can't stop yourself. Every impulse to touch me, hug me or anything else... will be irresistible. Just a friendly impulse of course... until you have my body against yours and then you can't help noticing my body. Can you do that for me Alex?"

Another firm thrust and I luxuriate in it. I look down as his cute soft face and caress it. Leaning forward just one last time, smothering his body in mine.

"Now Alex, this one's important. I need you to take it and hold it deep, deep inside your mind."

I stretch my arms up, bringing an armpit up to his face and hoping this works. Waiting for Alex to fall asleep, I'd gotten myself sweaty and worked up in anticipation. I was always self conscious answering the door for a delivery, knowing they can smell me and wondering if they can tell I've spent all day watching porn and grinding against my pillow.

"You must love the scent of me. It is addictive and intoxicating to you. Making you want more, and making you take silly risks just to get a better taste. Just giving in to your impulses a little more... can you do that for me baby?"

"Uuuunh," a moan and another thrust with- fuck he's gotten so hard. I talked myself into doing this with the assumption that it would only work if he really wanted it. But I wasn't expecting this much of a reaction. I guessed he was big from studying his photos, but I thought I was optimistically exaggerating things...

I slip just one hand into his boxers to stroke his cock, but I have to be patient. I want him to be awake. I want him to be the one to take me with this. I want him. I pull my hand away and kiss him on the cheek, before I whisper in his ear.

"Dream about me, all about how you want to use me."

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I had been living alone for years, I worked remote and had gotten used to just hanging out with friends online. I didn't mind it for the most part, but I wouldn't have been able to admit that part of me was lonely. Lonely for physical contact. That's probably why I was masturbating up to five times a day. Just taking breaks from work so my body could feel touched, whether it was for a quickie or... something that ran late into the night.

All that is probably why when the guy who used to be my best friend reached out looking for a place to stay, I jumped at the chance. We'd been inseparable in school, a pair of weirdos who at least had each other. Even if he was at least better at talking with people than I was. That's probably why when it came time for college he actually put himself out there and we ended up losing contact. Just occasional messages now and then, it felt like he was just being polite.

Until one day he mentions missing me and needing a new place to move to, if I knew anywhere in town. Even for a close friend like him, I had reservations about it.

But he said he

missed

me.

My heart raced as I made sure I'd read his message correctly. I found myself agreeing immediately, saying that my place was tiny but did have a spare room. I quickly got distracted from the logistics, as I stalked his social media, catching up on him.. He didn't post enough photos, but I at least got a bit of a look at him.

He'd always had such a cute effeminate look. Soft round face, blond hair, shorter and skinnier than me. In school people mistook him for a girl, we always laughed at that together. He was self conscious, but always smiled when I'd say he was the cutest boy in school. It looked like in college he'd gone for a more straightforward masc look. Which was... disappointing. He still looked plenty good, but when I dug out our photos I thought he looked better. My favourite was when we cosplayed genderswapped Zelda and Link. God... he looked really good then.

I spent all day masturbating to fantasies of him.

It was not my best idea. I immediately worried about what he'd think of me after moving in. After so long living alone, I had some private habits that I wasn't sure I could avoid. But I'd already agreed, and he was so cute talking excitedly in the chat about it being like our old sleepovers. I was fingering myself furiously while he kept messaging about the details.

I'd just need to find a way to make things work so I didn't scare him off...

Alex

I wake slowly, stretching lazily in the bed. I'm normally a bit of a deep sleeper but this new bed just seems so comfy I was utterly dead. Or maybe it was the exhaustion of moving, I remember after dinner just feeling the energy drain from me, Lily ended up helping me to bed. I hope I wasn't rude, immediately going to bed like that. I'll have to apologise to her just in case, I don't want to seem like I'm just taking advantage of her space.

I blink several times as I feel a patch of something damp on the sheets. Did I... have a wet dream? With that thought, some scattered images from my sleep resurface. Moaning from a needy woman. Her scent making me crazy. Her soft warm body pressing into me...

I don't notice where my hand has roamed until I'm already stroking myself and hard again.

Oh my god, I was dreaming about Lily. Her asking if I'd sleep in her bed to keep her warm. And then not being able to hold back from groping her body, pulling off her sleepwear-

I stop my daydreaming, rolling out of bed and pacing the small bedroom, still rock hard. I didn't move here to drool all over my old friend. I'm not some horny teen, I can't fantasise about her and make things awkward. She wants to be friends and roommates but that's obviously all.

My erection hasn't gone down by much and I'm sure I smell of sex with this messy night. Looking in the mirror, my sweatpants don't exactly hide the tent. But I just need to slip to the shower. Pretty sure it's just down the hall, not like this place is big enough to get lost in. Gathering up clean clothes and a towel, I open my door to try slip out.

"Morning- oh ahmm, ah s-sorry!" Lily says, caught like a deer in headlights.

My timing couldn't have been worse, as I walk out and immediately see Lily coming out of her room. She's wearing a pair of yoga pants that hang loose on her and a crop top with some video game logo on it. I don't even notice what one, because I'm staring at her stomach instead. The soft exposed skin, begging to be caressed, I can feel myself staring but not wanting to look away.

"Shower's just there," she mumbles. I snap to meet her gaze and realise I've just been standing silently with my mouth hanging open.

"Morning, thank you. Just need a quick shower. If that's ok?"

"Hah, uhm yeah?" she seems to relax a little, giggling at my awkwardness, "You're allowed shower."

I blush, partly out of embarrassment and partly because I'm reminded of her cute smile, "Oh I just, didn't know if you wanted to as well."

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, "W-with you? We should have enough hot water for two showers..."

"No no no, I meant, just before me."

While I stumble over my words she shakes her head, giggling again and walking past me as she pats my arm, "No go ahead, I can shower later."

I catch a whiff of her and my head turns on a swivel to follow her movements, I catch myself licking my lips. If I told her how good she smells, I know I'd be the biggest creep. She still doesn't wear perfume, and that fact makes I fixate on her scent all the more.

I'd say that I was pathetic back in school but... right now I'm throbbing just from her passing me by. Though I guess the dream is what's really to blame. After standing around like a dope, I dash into the bathroom so she doesn't come back out of her room to find me still there stalled.

I close the door, reflexively going to lock it before remembering the bathroom door doesn't have any lock on it. That's a little awkward, I'll have to make sure I always knock. I guess she's gotten used to this all being her own space.

Stripping down my clothes, I step into the shower, turning it on and letting the hot water wash over me. I let out a contented sigh as I try to wash away the unfortunate accident I had in my sleep. Though as I soap up my body, I brushed against my erection and inhale sharply. It hadn't gone down at all.

I can't walk around like this...

Both hands drift down to grip my length, the soap making it easy to stroke. I grunt and thrust my hips into my hands. I've always been a little vocal in bed. The couple exes I have would tease me for it, one of them even seemed frustrated that I was more vocal than her. I'd even moan just from making out. Memories of my dream come back to me, indulging myself in Lily's body and then...something she said in the dream...

"Use me."

"UNH"

My cock twitches suddenly and I let out a moan before I cut myself off. My cheeks are bright red with that surprisingly tense memory. Still throbbing, I finish off my shower. Too self conscious about trying to finish if all I can think about is Lily. I'll just have to let it be until it goes away itself.

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Breakfast was a bit uncomfortable, not the worst considering how I felt after my dream. I tried to be talk a lot to catch up, and avoid any long silences. But even so I kept trailing off when I'd find myself admiring something like the curve of her hip. Wanting to just run my thumb over her cheek. Or blushing because she called me cute. She even kissed the top of my head when I complimented her cooking. My erection never fully went away. I had to chase her off so I could clean up after breakfast without her helping me. My tent would be way too obvious if she stuck around.

Thankfully I have to disappear to go for the first day of my new job. As I'm putting on my shoes, I shout through Lily's door, "Want me to pick up dinner on the way home? Maybe we could watch a movie together on the couch."

I did not anticipate her opening the door and sticking her head out. She is definitely topless behind there. Her chest is hidden around the door but her bare shoulders give it away. My mouth goes dry, and I don't even hear what movie she suggests. Just nodding silently as I swallow.

"Perfect."

She smiles back before disappearing into her room again. If I wasn't already tight on time, I'd dash back to masturbate right now, even if all I could picture would be Lily. Instead I have to endure a whole bus trip, wondering if she's in the shower right as I'm commuting.

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Lily

My day was amazing. Knowing that he'd be gone all afternoon, I went a little overboard. I slipped into his room, at first just enjoying the smell of his bed as I teased myself with a vibrator. And then... I realised his laptop was just out on the desk. He didn't even have a password on it, and he's apparently never even heard of incognito mode.

So innocent.~

It did not take long to find out what kind of stuff he's been looking up. Onlyfans littered his history. When I opened up the page I

immediately

started getting messages from girls. Apparently he's been talkative on the site with them all.

Seeing how much of a simp he was with them all was a strange mix of endearing and frustrating. His fawning compliments came off terribly cute and desperate. But he's wasting his time and money on these girls, while I'm right here. He should drool over me like this. I wouldn't charge, and he could touch me as long as it's to worship me.

My breathing got ragged as I fingered myself, reading his conversations with the girls and picturing him saying everything to me. Doing all the things he talks about wanting to do with these girls. So honest, surprisingly unreserved and absolutely needy. Ohhh he's perfect.

I lost track of time and came twice before he called to ask what pizza I wanted him to pick up. My fingers were still sticky when I answered the phone, trying to control my breathing as I answered him. I hurriedly tidied up after myself so he'd never suspect anything, before retreating to my room to look through my wardrobe.

I'd seen plenty of what he wanted, and I could give him everything. If he didn't know to ask, I'd just have to show him.

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Alex

I come back from work a little frazzled. It was a long day, and not even because of my

distractions

. Work threw so much at me that it was a good distraction. It was only when I finally clocked out and called Lily about pizza that I started thinking about her again. Those thoughts were mostly feeling foolish for how down bad I had been that morning.

...mostly.

"Lily, I'm home!" I call out as I walk in carrying two boxes to find her on the couch. She's sitting cross legged in pyjamas. The same ones she used to wear when we did sleepovers. Surely she doesn't still wear them? She can't even button them all the way down, it leaves her bare tummy just exposed...

"Hiii, oh you remember these huh?" she stands up to take a pizza off my hands, turning to show off the outfit for me from all angles.

"Yes," I nod quickly, licking my lips as I take the excuse to look her up and down properly. A short sleeved button up top with matching shorts, both of them pink with a heart shaped pattern that repeats over them. She's gotten too big for them, the top and bottom buttons are left undone. And the shorts squeeze on her just a little too much. They should be slightly loose but instead they give her thighs and stomach a delicious squish that I want to touch.

"Yeah I thought it'd be cute! Like old times, even if I uhh got a bit bigger than I thought," she playfully squishes her stomach just a little and I feel my blood pumping as I wish I was doing that.

"You look so cute," I whisper out. At first thinking she hasn't heard me until I see her blush.

"You don't still have yours, do you? You always looked so cute in yours..."

"Ahh, I'm not sure you'd want to see me squished into those things."

There's a stern flash in her eyes, "But do you have them?" Like she might be upset. I suddenly feel silly for being embarassed. I know I have them, they were a fun reminder of our sleepovers. Though I didn't expect to wear them again.

"I'll check. But if you need me to change when you see how it looks, I won't blame you," I chuckle to try disarm the tension. But she looks more pleased when I turn to go to my room.

"I'll get the movie started!" she says excitedly while I disappear off. It doesn't take me long to find the pyjamas, along with other clothes I have an attachment to but don't actually wear. I hold them up to my frame. They probably won't sit quite so tight on me the way hers do. But they definitely won't leave a lot of room to breathe.

In all honesty, I wouldn't have put them on if she just asked casually. But the say she said I always looked cute in them... I guess I'm a sucker for compliments.

I emerge from my room wearing the same pyjamas, pink ones with little hearts. Shorts and a short sleeve button up shirt. I could do up all the buttons, though they strained a little. And still left the bottom of my stomach exposed, especially with how tall I'd gotten.

I walk into the room to see her laying out our pizzas on the table, bent over and showing off just how tight those shorts can squeeze her thighs. The perfect shape of her big round cheeks makes me want to grab her. Not even taking off those shorts, I could just grind up against those curves and it'd be bliss.

"Oh my god yessss!" she hops excitedly and gives me a hug. Running her hand along my bare stomach, she gives me goosebumps, "You look so cute with the tum hanging out. You should do this all the time."

"I don't think they'd appreciate this look at work," I try to laugh it off and not think too hard about her touch as I repress my instinct to squeeze our bodies together.

"Well then save it for at home with me," she giggles as she pulls away from me. She's bubblier than I've seen her all day as I watch her take her spot on the couch. I steel myself to just be normal and let her enjoy this nice night of hanging out. I sit next to her, wanting to be conscious and give her space. Only for her to slide closer as she leans back to try my pizza. I try not to look at her body every time she twists and turns, or how just the aroma of her evokes my dream from the night before.

Lily

After finishing all the pizza, I managed to get the two of us sitting together with him spooning me. His discomfort as I pleaded was delicious. I can't believe he seems to think he's hiding his reaction, but it was blatant. I got my way, feeling his arms around me, feeling his chest rise and fall on my back. He very carefully kept his bulge away from touching me, but even that was satisfying, to know how carefully he had to maneuver...

I hear the sound of him asleep now. Poor thing must've had a long day. Not the same way I did, and without getting what he so clearly is desperate for. I'm wide awake, because I had been waiting for him to drift off, to see if I could push my hypnotism just a little further. At this point he was being very obvious, I knew he wanted me. But he still held back too much. I want his hands on me, his lips exploring me, his cock pumpi-ohhh.

I feel it brush me, just lightly, and shiver. Sinking back towards him, trying to encouraging any movement forward. I feel a hand sink into my hip as he follows my lead and brings his hips forward to meet my ass. But, I notice something odd. I look down and realise I can see the tip of his cock sticking out of his shorts. I salivate at the sight, and an idea comes to me. Reaching down, I try to slip the ends of his shorts higher. Tight as they are, they'll only go up so much more. But I just need enough space for his big thick cock to angle just a little bit different...

I feel his tip brushing the back of my thighs and only then realise how hard I'm breathing. Slipping a hand between my legs, I lightly touch his tip. He grunts, thrusting into my hand just a little bit. I'm careful to tease him just enough, I can feel his breath on my neck. His hand slips to my stomach, squeezing me as he buries his head in my hair. And I tease is cock forward. God he's just long enough I can see the tip sticking out past my belly. God how much of that would even fit inside me...

For now, I just close my thighs on his cock. He moans his satisfaction into me and his hand squeezes my stomach, pulling me to back into him even more. I squeeze my thighs tighter around his hard cock. His hand goes to my hip to hold me as he lets out a louder grunt.