She's my Room Mate's Girl
Introduction
This is my first upload for a long time and I decided to do something different with this one. It has a more light of tone and plenty of humour. Part 1 in particular is more about sexual tension and heavy flirting than it is about sex. But Part 2 is already almost finished and will follow soon.
Also a note on the text. I'm British, so I used the British terms for things such as knickers instead of panties and some British slang and curse words. Google is your friend if you don't recognise a word.
Part 1
"All women are bitches!" Phil, my best friend raised his can of beer to toast his philosophical comment.
"But fuck them," I replied.
"... and we will," he smiled.
I raised my can to his and repeated the motto, "All women are bitches".
Of course I didn't believe it. People are all shades of grey. But Phil was really referring to one woman in particular. My ex, Zoe. We had gone out for three years. She was my first true love. I'd had other girlfriends. Even cried when I was dumped and swore I would love them forever. But Zoe was my first adult relationship and it had recently come to a sorry end. I say recently, it was now nearly three months ago but the fact that I was still counting the days, meant it was still raw to me. The icing on my
shitcake
was the fact that she had left me for another man and my mind would continually give me sporadic visions of her romping with a this perfect specimen of a man, writhing passionately in his arms, bathed in sweat, whilst I sat here with a warm flat beer and Phil, who, sorry to say, was no looker.
Still, things were on the up. Phil's friend from work who went my the name of Zack, had been in need of a room-mate and he was the kind of man that pussy followed around like an old stinking cat lady. It was our plan that I would be getting some of the pussy that was going spare. It sounded like a fine plan for want of anything better.
Tonight was my first night in my new apartment, but it was a quiet start and there was currently zero pussy occupying our apartment. My new room mate Zack was a bit of party animal, and it was Friday night, so he was out and about, doing whatever popular, charismatic, good looking people do. I wouldn't know, I wasn't exactly a hermit and I hadn't yet been stoned in the street by locals for being a hideous freak. But I was a definite 'inbetweener'. Neither Geek nor Jock as it were, but somewhere in the middle. Zack was a definite Jock and Phil leaned towards geek. I'm oversimplifying the vast array of human traits here, but you hopefully get my point.
Tonight there was to be a get together at the apartment later as a sort of welcome. Zack promised that there would be plenty of pussy on arrival by midnight. His girlfriend was a student at the local university which assured a river of students that should flow straight though our apartment. Both myself, Phil and Zack all worked full time and we had our own social circles but I was hoping that being here within the student night life circle would help my currently non existent social life.
I was twenty four and feeling like I might just be getting past the party stage before I'd even began. But now was my time to be making up for it. It wasn't just about the pussy, I wanted to have fun, to talk about shit into the early hours with random strangers. To wake up and not know where I was. To get high, to be immature, to play spin the bottle and to kiss a girl without even knowing her name. But still, it would be nice to get some pussy too.
Phil and I finished off a few more beers and as the clock ticked towards midnight I was starting to feel kind of anxious. Was I even ready for pussy if said pussy landed in my lap and purred? Zoe had really fucked me over and left me something of a PTS victim. She had single handedly ruined my perceptions of true love, 'the one' and all of that Hollywood bullshit.
Midnight came and I was still there, waiting with my Dutch courage when a group of my friends arrived. Tom and James and their girlfriends, Lisa and Debbie, one of whom was annoyingly Zoe's friend. I immediately felt like I was being spied on. I mean Zoe didn't really give a shit, but anything out of the ordinary, any new low that I managed to reach would surely be reported back to her like a Sunday paper headline.
'All the more reason to get some pussy,' I thought to myself. Wondering that if Zoe heard about it that she might still have a hint of jealousy.
Our new arrivals were already more than half cut and they immediately brandished a copious amount of weed as my welcoming gift. I was more than happy to oblige them. I set Phil to rolling some joints as was his speciality and I got some warm beer for the newcomers. It was then that the first truckload of pussy arrived. About twenty people I didn't know poured in through my front door in a hail of cheers and laughter. They weren't all female. But I was pleased to see that there was a seventy to thirty percent ratio towards the female variety.
One girl came up to me and Phil and demanded to know, "So who is Justin?"
"Guilty," I answered with a smile.
She held her hand out and I shook it, "I'm Daisy, Zack's girlfriend. Did he mention me?"
"Never mentioned a Daisy to me. Think there was a Gemma though." I grinned. Pleased at myself for making an actual joke.
She let out the barest hint of a smile, "Wow. Are you like a professional comedian or something? I think I just wet my knickers that was so funny."
Part of me wanted to run. Just get out of that room and keep running till I collapsed and died from social awkwardness. But there was a certain look in her eyes. A glint of mischief.
"I remember now. Daisy. Zack mentioned something about a stalker. Crazy bitch. That sort of thing."
She turned to Phil. "Does he just keep going like this all night? He's like fucking C3PO."
Phil nodded sheepishly. "He just keeps talking."
"Well I suppose he's adorably awkward." She smiled at me as though I were her cute nephew. "These are some of my friends from uni. I hope you don't mind. Some are single and not too picky, so if you ply them with booze they should open like a flower for pretty much anyone, even you two... peculiar creatures. Now where the fuck is Zack?"
"I haven't heard from him since about seven. Said he would be here for midnight." I replied.
"He's completely useless at being on time for anything. Or sometimes for turning up at all. Well I'm going to see to my friends and I'll text him. We'll talk later. You can teach me some more about humour where you come from."
"Yeah sure, see you in a bit." I said, trying to be all nonchalant and cool.
As soon as she was out of earshot. Phil commented, "Well that's gonna be awkward?"
"What?" I asked, pretending not to have noticed.
"What? Are you kidding? The fact that your room mate's girl's super hot and she's going to be here all the time. She's gonna be running around in a t-shirt and little tiny shorts and you're gonna have to pretend like it's cool and it doesn't phase you. You're gonna have to be strong bro."
It was undeniable. Daisy was super hot. Apparently she was half Korean, half English. She was about five seven, slim of build, pale of skin and with quiet large breasts for her small frame. She had long dark hair, and with gorgeous brown eyes.
"I guess so." I replied dumbly, without realising the full implications of what was actually going to happen in the coming weeks.
The night carried on with drinking, smoking and all the things that young people get up to. It was about half one when Daisy came over to find me again. I was sat on the three seater couch with a couple of girls and blokes scattered about, chatting idly. I'd spotted a couple of potential mating partners but it had been a while for me and I wasn't confident enough to move in yet. Without giving me any warning Daisy came over and leapt on to my knee as though it were her own personal futon. She was sat side on and dangled her legs across the couch and also across another girls legs who had been sitting next to me and I had been trying to chat up without too much success.
