The Roommate

Bob/Jasmine had moved in closer to me, and I was really torn. Part of
me wanted to run out of the room, not able to accept that my friend,
Bob, was kind of coming on to me. The other part of me wanted to pick
up on this Jasmine woman and do her right there on the couch. She was
leaning into me and kept her hand on my thigh when she took a sip from
her drink and peered at me over the rim of the glass. She squeezed my
thigh as she winked at me. That was the turning point for me. I
wanted the person next to me to be Jasmine. It wasn’t Bob. It was a
beautiful woman who was definitely flirting with me. I gulped down
the last of my drink.

“I really am relieved that you know the truth.” She sighed and rested
her head on my shoulder. I could feel her hair on my neck and her
breath, warm and sweet, tickling my skin. “You and I have always been
so close. I don’t want that to change. Ever.” She turned her face
toward me as I continued to stare down at my empty drink. “Do you
think we can remain close?” Her lips were practically on my ear as
she whispered to me. A shiver ran down my spine and my cock was
pressing at the seams of my pants.

“Well, I’m willing to try. It’ll take some getting used to you,
having… a woman around the house.” I was so embarrassed that I
found myself talking to my drink in my lap. With her other hand, she
began playing with my hair.

“Well Geoff,” her lips were touching the bare skin of my shoulder
where it peeked out of my T-shirt as she spoke, “You know I really
care about you. I want what is best for you.” Her hand was no longer
resting on my thigh, it was rubbing my thigh. And her lips were now
rubbing up toward my neck in small silent kisses.

I felt kind of stupid just sitting there, but I didn’t know what to
do. I was incredibly turned on by Jasmine, and confused about Bob. I
knew which side was going to win. Jasmine has made it more than
obvious what she wanted, and I wasn’t going to stop her.