The Roommate
I tore one of those little tabs of paper off of the bottom of an ad for an apartment.
Just then a girl said, "I'm Monica, Looking for a pad?"
Stupid question. I looked her up and down. She was tall. Taller than me which is true of most girls since I'm only five four and slim. She was approaching six feet with broad shoulders. People would call her big boned. I guess the flaxen haired Swede would be attractive to some guys, maybe most guys, just not to me.
She said, "We're both looking for an apartment."
Without committing myself I replied, "Guess so. But they're expensive." and I turned to go.
But she persisted, "I don't have a car."
Why she was telling me this I didn't know. I tried to keep leaving but she stopped me again, "We could look at it together. Then whichever of us likes it more - gets it. I'll buy you a coffee to drive."
Why I agreed, I don't know. But off we went apartment shopping. Monica explained that her daddy was sending her to college and was rich.
I described my own situation as pretty much the opposite: I was a broke college student with little money, but I had a car.
She was alright to talk to. Maybe a little odd, but as long as I wasn't dating her what did I care?
We looked the place over and it was great. Just a few miles from campus, two bedrooms, one bath, not run down. It was one of four apartments combined in one building, the only problem was the rent was beyond me.
She walked around, oohing and aahing. Finally I told her that I couldn't afford it and it was hers.
I expected that to end it but she surprised me, "It's too far from campus for me to walk. I'll pay the rent if you let me use your car."
Staring at her big boobs, but pretending not to, I agreed to her terms despite her not even having a license.
As a roommate she was fine. Very clean, even cleaning up after me. My only complaint was that she stayed up late watching loud movies into the night.
She asked if it bothered me but I lied, telling her I was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything. Yea, I was a heavy sleeper but not enough not to hear the movies.
A couple weeks into it I noticed weird shit: My libido was shot. I had no interest in sex. You know, like when you've just gotten laid. Also, I would wake up in the morning to find dried cum on my belly. I'd had wet dreams before but they always left me with lots of dried crap. This was more like I'd cum and wiped up poorly, crusty but not much there.
But then one night I woke up when a shaft of light shone from the hallway hitting my eyes. Mon snuck in, tiptoeing real quiet.
I decided to see what was happening. It took everything not to sit up, or even just peek.
She crept into my room. Not that I saw her, but it was obviously her, who else would it be?
The thing that was nuts was that she knelt next to my bed, carefully, so carefully, she lowered my underwear. My first instinct was to tell her to get the fuck away from me, but then my dick wanted to see what would happen.
Monica actually started playing with my cock, bringing it to life. With the elastic of my underwear tucked beneath my balls and her warm hands caressing me, I felt great.
She kept stroking my dick then bringing her hand out to do some unknown activity. Her hand kept alternating between milking my hard-on and whatever else she was doing.
I knew she was a nutjob, but I let her keep going. It's not like this involved any sort of commitment from me.
When I came it took all my will not to yell out that I was cumming. I pretended I was asleep as I dropped my load on my belly, jerking and twitching.
Holding the sheets away from it she scooped up most of my cum, doing whatever she was doing with it.
In the following days I confirmed that she was doing this most every night.
I liked it, so I said nothing. Does that make me nuts too? Worse yet, I decided to wear a sleep mask every night so I wouldn't peek and get caught. I mean, I wanted this to keep going as long as I lived there.
So like, I'm talking to her one morning at breakfast and she looks over at me past her Eggo's, "Do you ever think about being a dad?"
I spit my coffee, "Uh, sure. I wish, someday, but it'll never happen..."
She didn't listen. Instead she told me how she wanted to be a mother but her daddy wouldn't let her. Now, that's fucked up too. She was a fuckin' college student and she wanted to have a baby.
It was at that moment that I figured it out: when she jerked me off she was bringing my cum to her cunt, trying to get pregnant.
