First Name = Your Name
Last Name = Roommate's Name
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It's been a long, rainy, and all-around miserable week. Classes and part-time jobs have been running you into the ground, but it's Friday night now and you have the weekend off. Part of you wants to get out to some parties and meet some girls, but you are so exhausted you can't bring yourself to do more than collapse on the couch and watch some late-night movies.
You mentally chastise yourself for not going through the effort of going out to try and woo some of the other college juniors. You haven't had any sex since you and Gia split and that was several weeks ago. All the sexual frustration was bottled up inside you and, frankly, it feels like it's going to burst if you don't release it somehow. Jerking off helps quell the urge, but it can only do so much before the need becomes too powerful to dismiss with a masturbation session.
Well, maybe one more time won't hurt...it's not like your roommate and best friend since high school, , is going to be back to the dorm tonight. She's probably going to spend the night with her asshole boyfriend Keith. You've always expected that Keith was cheating on her, and your suspicions are pretty well-founded. doesn't seem to believe you, though. She promised to watch for the signs, but you get the impression she thinks Keith is completely faithful. In fact, before she left tonight, she scolded you about being 'jealous' that she was spending so much time with Keith.
Okay, maybe you are a little jealous. After all, you've always had a pseudo-crush on , ever since you met her. You two had become best friends when you met on the first day of high school. Her long red hair and freckles made her look undeniably cute and you often found yourself staring at her green eyes. She was a bit of a tomboy, but that was more than all right for you...you were able to bond as friends better that way. As the years went by, though, you couldn't help but notice that she changed. She developed into a stunning woman and although she still was a cute freckled tomboy, you couldn't deny that her physical appearance was beginning to affect you. Her breasts, her hips, her ass...everything about her started to grab your attention. The harmless flirting and teasing between you two that you used to pass off as joking would now cause your face to heat up and your mind to shut down. You've wanted her bad for a while now, and the fact that she doesn't seem to notice that fact has only caused your grief. Seeing as how you're best friends, she probably doesn't feel the same way about you. Hell, she probably never even thought about you that way. Which sucks, because you constantly dream about all the things you would do with her...
Your pants begin to feel two sizes too small and you groan inwardly. Oh, good one. Now you ARE all riled up. No avoiding it now...you're going to need to take care of this problem or relaxation would never come. You always feel guilty after masturbating while thinking about , so it would probably be best just to grab a porn DVD and skip the mental repercussions.
As you prepare to get to your feet, the front door to your dorm room swings open. Shocked, and a little surprised, you turn to see if the assholes across the hall learned how to pick the locks. Instead, standing in the doorway was and she looked awful. The short skirt and tight shirt she had bought specifically to impress Keith on their date tonight was soaked from the rain. Her long hair was wet as well and it dropped down in front of her face, almost obscuring her downcast eyes. You guess it was probably intention after you see how red and puffy her eyes look. She must have been crying; her face was wet but it could be the rain just as well as it could be tears. A spark of rage surges through your body. This was Keith's fault and you knew it. She probably ran back over from Keith's apartment in the rain. You momentarily wondered why she didn't call you, but it was easy to realize. She never did like you to see when she cried. She always hated feeling weak in front of you.
Eventually she lifted her gaze, looking at you. She was doing her best to stay strong, but her lip was quivering slightly and her eyes were starting to tear up again. You could tell how fragile she must be feeling. This would have to be handled very delicately. |