She Made Me Do It Ch 01

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I... I was..."

"Are you spying on me?"

"No, I'm not!"

Yes, I was. I was spying on her. I didn't think I was, at the time, but I definitely was. It was the middle of the night, and I was curved against the door of her room, with a hand in my pants. What else could I be doing?

I mean, I don't go around spying on girls all the time, but... She was special. She was my roommate, and she was my crush. She wasn't the usual "hot girl". She was fine, of course, but not a girl you would turn you head for. But she was so very much sexual... And she was so open with her sexuality! She told everybody about her multiple sexual adventures, she didn't have any shame, like at all. And what she told made her look like she was some kind of a sex goddess. She drove me mad. And not just me! Around her men fell like trees around a lumberjack. She could have any man she wanted. And she wanted a lot of men. Night after night, young and handsome man after young and handsome man came to our apartment and she fucked them good and hard. She was also the most intelligent person I had ever met. A dominant girl. No one could keep up with her. I cared for her, a lot. But my lust was much bigger. I was very, very, frustrated.

Bear with me for a moment: I wasn't that young. I was almost 25 years old, I should have known better. But the fact is that I was really really intimate with her. I mean... I was really on the brink of escaping the friend zone. Or at least it had felt that way... For the last 5 years.

I knew her body really well. We cuddled a lot, I massaged her, I even saw her small breasts a couple of times, while changing before a yoga class (very special moments). But nothing more. I didn't understand. I wasn't ugly, like... At all! I had my share of luck with other women. Just... Not with the one I wanted. Not with her.

And one day, something inside me snapped. An idea became fixated in my mind. I had to see her pussy. I don't know why, but that became the only thing I cared about in the world.

But let me go back to that night, to the 25 years old me with his hand on his dick, in the dark, in front of her door, now open, framing the most angry girl I had ever seen.

"You are spying on me!"

"I just heard a strange sound, I thought you could be sick"

"What kind of sound?"

"I don't know..."

"What did you hear?"

"I don't know!"

"You lying piece of shit! You come inside and explain yourself."

I wasn't lying... I actually thought I heard her masturbate. I thought I heard moans and maybe a low vibration, and so I rushed right there to listen to those beautiful sounds. But apparently I had imagined everything.

She took me by my sleeve and dragged my inside her room.

"Listen to me" she said. "I saw you these last months. I noticed you watching me like that. You're disgusting and you have to stop."

"I don't know what you are talking about".

"Yes, you do. And we already talked about this: we are friends. Nothing more."

"Yes, I know!"

She paused from a moment, studying my expression. I was sweating profusely. Then she continued.

"What do you want from me?""

"Nothing, I swear."

"Stop lying!"

She was yelling. No, she was barking at me. I felt small, I didn't know how to get out of this one.

"I want you to be completely sincere with me, from this moment onward. And I mean completely. If you don't, I will tell everything that happened tonight to everyone we know." We had a fairly big circle of friends. "Don't even try to lie to me, not even a small, insignificant lie, because I. Will. Know. I know you better than yourself. What were you trying to do?".

"I thought I heard you masturbating. I wanted to listen."

She had to take a moment to be sure that she heard correctly. The look in her eyes was... I don't know. It was despise.

"That's disgusting!"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You need to stop behaving like this around me."

"I will."

"We have to be sure."

"I will, I swear."

"I don't believe you."

She paused for a bunch of seconds, looking at me. She was studying me. She seemed curious.

"I mean... What's your endgame? You know I will never fuck you, right? Do you? Do you know it?"

"Yes, I know it."

"Than what is it? What you wish to get? Tell me."

I looked at her. Something inside me tried to stop me from being sincere, but it was too late. The floods were open.

"I want to see your pussy."

"You what?"

"I want to see your pussy. I would really love to."

"Just... See it?"

"Yes, it would already be enough. Even just a pic of it."

"Wow. Ok, let me be absolutely and completely clear about this. You will never see my pussy. Never. Not even in a drawing."

"Ok."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now will you stop with all this bullshit?"

"Yes."

"Fuck. I still don't believe you. How can we make me believe you?"

"Please don't tell anyone."

"So that's what you're worried about? You don't care shit about our friendship, right?"

"No, I mean..."

"Shut up. Fuck. I hate this. Now I understand the feeling I always have around you. Like you're always... Checking me. No, this has to stop. We should never see each other again. I should move out of the house."

Was it happening? Was I ruining my life? Was I losing her? Was I gonna lose all of my friends?

"But I don't want to. I like this place. And I don't want to find another roommate, so I don't want you to move either. We have to find another solution. For fuck's sake, don't you feel any shame?"

"Yes..."

"No, I don't think you do. Right know, maybe, but... Yeah, that's the problem. Right there. You're not ashamed of what you do."

"But I am!"

"No, you're not. If you were, you wouldn't creep in the middle of the night out of my door spying on me. Yes. That's what's not stopping you. You're not ashamed of what you're doing. We have to make you ashamed."

"What?"

"That's gonna make you stop."

"And how do you mean to do that?"

"I don't know. I'm gonna improvise. Sit down."

"Where?"

"I don't care. On the floor."

I did.

"Yes, and now?"

She was suddenly calmer. She wasn't smiling, but her eyes had a secret shine.

"Touch yourself."

"What?"

"Do it."

"No!"

"You were already doing it out of the door, weren't you?"

"I..."

"I saw you."

"But..."

"Do it now."

I was shocked. Outraged. I thought to stand up and leave the room, without a word. But did I have the right to feel outraged, after what I did? I didn't think so. And what if her threats to say everything to our friends weren't just threats?

"Come on. What are you waiting for?"

Slowly, another feeling crept in me. Her demand was... Sexual. It wasn't exactly what I wanted from her, but... It was something. A small part of me began to get excited. I hated that part of me, but nevertheless... Slowly, my hand slid inside my pants and inched towards my dick, until finally it was around it. But I didn't even begin to stroke that...

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing! I'm sorry! You asked me!"

"Don't do it like this. I want you to be ashamed. This would be nothing. Take out your cock."

"What?"

"Let's not take all night, shall we? Take your cock out."

"You want to see my cock?"

"No, I don't. I don't care a flying fuck about your cock. Let this be more than clear. I want you to be ashamed. I don't want to see it, I want you to show it. And I want you to lewdly jerk it off, like the creep you are. Come on."

"Right... Right away?"

"Take. It. Out."

I was rock hard. I didn't want to be, but I was, I couldn't help it. She didn't realize yet, because of the position I was in, but as soon as I moved, in order to be able to slide my gym pants down my legs, she saw the unmistakable tent in my pants.

"What's that? Are you hard? Are you enjoying this?"

"No!"

"Oh my god, yes, you are. Fuck, this isn't going to work."

Two parts of me battled inside me. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. 50/50. And she saw that in my eyes. She smiled.

"No, wait. I think it is working. You like it, but you hate that you like it. Yes, I think it's going to work. Take it out."

Slowly, I grabbed the waist of my pants and of my briefs, I pulled on them both and I slid them over my hard dick. My dick is average. Nothing to brag about, just... You know, more than enough. No girl has ever complained.

Now it was in front of her.

"Look at that. I would have thought to see something a lot smaller."

I had dreamed for her to see it. To have her eyes right on the red head of my dick. But in my dreams her eyes were different. They were excited. Not cold and slightly amused like they were now.

"Balls too. Take them out."

I complied.

"Now let's get started. No, stop. Not like that."

I had started to simply stroke it, just obeying her.

"Do it seriously. Really try. Hard and fast. Jerk off."

I started to go faster.

"Look at me. Not at my body, you disgusting pig, look into my eyes. Make eye contact. You're here with me. You're doing it with me. You're not doing it for me, because I don't give a fuck about it. You're doing it just in front of me. And I'm looking at you. I'm judging you."

She was controlling my dick, and it was strangely arousing.

"Now cum."

But not that much arousing.

"I can't."

"Sure you can."

"No, I mean..."

"Cum in front of me, cum on the floor, like a dog. Release yourself, you fucker."

"I can't, it's just not gonna happen."

"Come on!"

"I need something!"

"Do you need me to help you?"

What did she mean? Maybe...

"Y-yes..."

"Do you need me to show you something?"

Oh my god. Was it happening?

"Yes... Yes!"

"What would you like to see?"

Her voice was sweet, soft, almost loving.

"Your pussy. I want to see your pussy."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Do I want me to show you my pussy right now?"

I couldn't believe it, my cock was hurting, my heart was going to explode, I was almost going to cry.

"Yes! Please! Please!"

Suddenly, with a feline movement, she hit me, hard, on my face. A perfect five-fingered slap.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Did you not listen? You will never see my pussy! I'm doing this to fucking humiliate you, not to give you what you wanted! You have to jerk off and you have to cum, and you have to do it now. Otherwise I will tell everything that happened tonight to everyone you know. You have one minute to cum."

Just like that, my excitement went down a notch. My face was burning.

"Oh my god. I can't, I swear."

"Too bad. I don't care. Everyone will know."

"Please."

"Are you really that far?"

"Not that far, just... I need something. Anything."

"That's not true. You can cum, if you want."

"No, I swear!"

"45 seconds!"

"Oh god!"

I was really trying, using all the techniques I knew, but there was no way. I just couldn't, not in front of her. Not like that.

A little smile began on the side of her mouth. Of her sexy, sexy mouth.

"Do I really have to explain to you how your body works?"

For some reason that single statement made my cock grow a little more, even if it was already so hard it hurt.

"What do you mean?"

"I know how you could make yourself cum."

"What? How?"

"Put a finger in your ass."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. It's gonna make you cum."

"No, it's not!"

"Thirty seconds."

"It's not gonna make me cum!"

"Have you ever tried?"

"Of course not!"

"You don't know, then. But I do. It is going to make you cum."

I felt threatened. I felt cornered. I felt like I had no choice, nowhere to go. I felt controlled. And something inside me liked it. My other hand started to move on its own.

"That's right. Come on. Do it. Let me see it, I want to make sure you're doing it."

My heart was hammering in my chest, but my index finger didn't stop. It was very near, now.

"Faster! You have fifteen seconds!"

And then... I don't know why, but right in the moment that my finger touched my anus, something happened. I felt that I could cum, if I wanted to. It was a split-second decision. I didn't want to cum like that, but I didn't have a choice. She was serious. She would do it. She would destroy my life. So I did it. And boy... Did it feel good.

Spurt after spurt of cum fell on the floor in front of me, while I was shaken by whole body contraptions.

She didn't react. She just watched me. She wasn't even happy.

"There you go... Take it all out. There it is. Good. Now: how do you feel?"

Now that I had stopped cumming I was, of course, feeling horrible.

"Bad."

"I know. That's what I wanted. Remember this feeling. And start to behave. Now go get some paper towels, clean up this mess and let me go to sleep."

And that's what I did.