I really, REALLY want to **** my roommate now. She's driving me nuts! She won't keep her hands off me, and I'm becoming more and more awkward. Not good.
I've written about this before, so in short:
I've known her for about 8 years, but didn't become interested in her until 3 years ago. We messed around a little, but she always told me I was just a "friend", despite making out with me a bunch of times, and getting jealous if I talked to other girls. A year and a half ago we had sex ONCE, but because we were so drunk/high/tired/stupid when it happened, it was ****ing bad. Which begat an awkward aftermath. A couple days later she told me she wanted to continue being "friends", because it "wasn't the right time". Or something. I said "No way, Jose!", and a bunch of stuff happened after that. We ended up not talking for a year.
Recently we decided it would be smart if we lived together.
As far as the roommate aspect, I couldn't ask for better. As far as me wanting a rematch, we have a problem.
Tonight, for instance. We were sitting around talking to the other roommates, and the topic of them being a little quieter when they have sex came up. Again, she brought up how she's not getting any, and hasn't for like the last 4 or 5 months. While she was talking to them, she was gripping my finger in her hand. She turns almost everything she says into some sort of sexual double entendre.
Me: I fixed the curtain rod, but I could't get the screw all the way in.
Her: You have a problem with that, don't you?
Me:
Her: Getting screws all the way in.
Me:
And she doesn't stop with the touching. Grabbing my arm. Putting her feet on my lap. Pinching my cheeks. Grabbing my fingers. Smacking my leg. Yup. I keep catching her looking at me too.
But tonight ended much like every other night recently, with me barely reciprocating, then zoning out in contemplation as she tells me that she's going to bed.
If we weren't roommates, I'd be all over this. I tried spinning more plates, but I just don't want anyone else. Last friday I went out with these two South American girls. One was hot. The other, not as hot, but entertaining. I spent the entire night thinking about my roommate, and ended up getting stupid drunk.
I've written about this before, so in short:
I've known her for about 8 years, but didn't become interested in her until 3 years ago. We messed around a little, but she always told me I was just a "friend", despite making out with me a bunch of times, and getting jealous if I talked to other girls. A year and a half ago we had sex ONCE, but because we were so drunk/high/tired/stupid when it happened, it was ****ing bad. Which begat an awkward aftermath. A couple days later she told me she wanted to continue being "friends", because it "wasn't the right time". Or something. I said "No way, Jose!", and a bunch of stuff happened after that. We ended up not talking for a year.
Recently we decided it would be smart if we lived together.
As far as the roommate aspect, I couldn't ask for better. As far as me wanting a rematch, we have a problem.
Tonight, for instance. We were sitting around talking to the other roommates, and the topic of them being a little quieter when they have sex came up. Again, she brought up how she's not getting any, and hasn't for like the last 4 or 5 months. While she was talking to them, she was gripping my finger in her hand. She turns almost everything she says into some sort of sexual double entendre.
Me: I fixed the curtain rod, but I could't get the screw all the way in.
Her: You have a problem with that, don't you?
Me:
Her: Getting screws all the way in.
Me:
And she doesn't stop with the touching. Grabbing my arm. Putting her feet on my lap. Pinching my cheeks. Grabbing my fingers. Smacking my leg. Yup. I keep catching her looking at me too.
But tonight ended much like every other night recently, with me barely reciprocating, then zoning out in contemplation as she tells me that she's going to bed.
If we weren't roommates, I'd be all over this. I tried spinning more plates, but I just don't want anyone else. Last friday I went out with these two South American girls. One was hot. The other, not as hot, but entertaining. I spent the entire night thinking about my roommate, and ended up getting stupid drunk.
