Your goonette roommate

Well shit,” you curse, sliding your phone back into your pocket. “I guess that’s it then.”

You had food, drinks, lights, a poker table, even a bloody ice sculpture. And those personally monogrammed napkins are definitely non-refundable. You kick the wall in frustration. Apparently some idiot accidentally blew up a gas station near you, without even considering how it might affect the traffic to your party! Only a couple of girls even managed to reach your door; you don’t hold out much hope of anyone reaching your bedroom.

One of your guests, Izabel, came by early and avoided the whole thing. She arrived clad in a beautiful and beautifully-short and low-cut red silk dress, her hair styled nicely to show off her equally stunning face. She even brought some weird pink booze, quote, “just for you”, and helped you finish putting up decorations. Seeing her bend over and stretch up high to pin up bunting gave you ample time to admire the full, womanly curves of her backside.

You’re glad you stayed on good terms with her after your break-up. She’s been a great friend, and is still as sexy as when you used to date.

While you and Izabel are decorating, your friend Jess also shows up, nicely made up and casually dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and even-tighter leather pants. She seems quite amused as you and Izabel struggle to figure out the smoke machine, although eventually she offers to help you out. She seems a little unsteady and you guess that she’s been hitting the alcohol to loosen up before the party.

You only really get to speak to Jess once it is all sorted out, and you are almost taken aback by how sexy she looks. Despite trying to stay focused as you are hanging streamers, your mind keeps drifting to images of what might be underneath those clothes. Given how tonight is going, you doubt that particular dream will come true.

You walk into the main room to find your two party guests making small talk on your sofa. They catch one glimpse of your defeated expression and their faces sink.

“Just us then?” asks Jess.

“Just got off the phone, and yeah. Seems so.” You make no attempt to hide your bitterness, slumping down in the arm-chair across from them and contemplating your tremendous failure. “God, I can’t believe only two people showed up.”

“Maybe we can still have a party, just the three of us?” Izabel says with a sympathetic tone.

“This was supposed to be a massive party…” you say. “Three people just… wouldn’t cut it.”

“Well sure, the three of us won’t empty every bottle, but-”

“Oh god, the booze!” you lament, remembering all the money you spent to get people wasted. Now it’s wasted. “What am I going to do with all of it now?”

“Well, I mean-”

“This is just been one big disaster,” you interrupt her again. “Face it Izabel, nothing is saving tonight.”

“We could-” Izabel starts, but can’t quite come up with anything. She slumps back in her seat, and lets out a defeated sigh.“I guess you’re right.”

“Tsk. Listen to yourselves!” Jess says, unable to entertain your misery. “We put all of this effort into having a party, we can’t just give up! I’ll start calling some friends, and see if they can make it. It will be mostly women, but I swear they can party! Katie and Bri are always a good time.”

“I admire the optimism but we might as well… wait, did you say Katie and Bri?” There might be a ray of hope there — you quite like Katie and Bri.

She nods.

“Alright! Now that’s a plan!” Izabel cheers, re-energized. “What do you say, Kevin?”

You know what, that’s just about enough to swing your mood.

“…Hell, why not? We’ve got all of this ready, might as well use it!” you say.

“Yes!” Izabel excitedly shouts, pumping her fist. “This night is back on track!”

“Good choice, I’ll start calling people,” Jess says, her voice thick with lasciviousness. You notice a pronounced swagger as she walks past you into the hallway. Jess’s always been a little flirtatious, but she’s being especially so tonight. Something she’s planning must be getting her quite excited.

“Oh by the way you should probably take down some of the decorations!” she shouts from the hallway. “It looks like we’re throwing a prom!”

You look to your chocolate fountain, then your disco ball, then your novelty pin the tail on the donkey, and finally to Izabel.

“Prom?” You whisper, hurt.

“I didn’t want to say…”

“Well” you sigh. “I guess if it’s for the good of the party…”

You pick up the bat for the piñatas, and approach your custom ice sculpture bust of your own head.

“Sorry buddy.”

A little later you find yourself by the door, greeting Jess’s guests as they begin to arrive. One after another, you introduce yourself and point people to the music, food and drink. Jess put on some generic club music playlist on her phone, which hurts you nearly as much as the decorations, but at least your plentiful stocks of alcohol can still be used. You’re loathe to admit it, but Jess’s guests seem to be enjoying what she decided to do with your party. There are a few extremely hot girls in the mix, but two specifically catch your eye — Katie and Bri.

Katie arrived first, dressed in an incredibly revealing crop top and jean-shorts. You gawk a little as she hugs Jess, her ample breasts pressing against your friend’s body, and her ass protruding provocatively. She turns to you shortly after, and you quickly hide your staring.

“Good to see you, Kevin!” she says, looking you up and down. “I’m very excited to see what this party of yours has to offer. Why don’t we get some drinks and you can show me around?”

Jess interjects before you can answer.

“Give it time, Katie. He’s got a few more people to meet, first.”

“That’s a shame. Why don’t you come find me later?” Katie says, winking at you as she wanders off into the party.

You’re transfixed by her as she leaves, and Jess has to pull your eyes back to the incoming guests.

A little later Bri shows up, dressed more modestly in a t-shirt and jeans. They do nothing to hide her figure though, and you make a mental note to thank god for tight clothing. She smiles when she sees Jess, hugging her.

“I’m so glad you called me! I was just gonna sit at home tonight before this.” she pauses for a moment, averting her eyes like a schoolgirl with a crush. “So… is Katie here?”

“She’s just down the hall, currently getting herself hilariously drunk,” Jess responds.

“Thanks!” She says brightly. What a cute smile, you think, as she turns her attention to you. “And hello Kevin, so good to see you. The party looks amazing!”

You smile and nod, and make polite conversation. You’re pretty sure she has a crush on Katie for how much she talks about her, but you don’t say anything about it. Besides, Jess doesn’t seem to be thinking the same. Bri cheerily says goodbye, and heads deep into the throng of the now quite busy party.

And then finally, you and Jess are alone. Club music beats steadily from down the hall, and your once quiet house is alive with talking and laughing and the sound of clinking glass. Some of the cute girls Jess brought are already drunk and you’re eager to join them. God knows how, but it’s clear that Jess has managed to save your party.

“So how did you convince all these people to show up?” you ask. The curiosity is too great.

She grins. “I’m sure you mean ‘How did I manage to get girls as hot as Katie and Bri to come,” right?“

You can’t come up with a better excuse, so you just vaguely shrug.

“Well,” she continues “If you really want to show me how thankful you are, why don’t you come find me a little later? If you know what I mean.”

You know exactly what she means. Your friend really seems to revel in teasing you like this. It’s all just harmless banter.

“Absolutely. You really saved this party.”

“Well” Jess says, playfully. “If I had known I could make you this grateful I would’ve invited cute girls over sooner! I know it’s probably hard for you, but let’s see if you can keep it up all night!” She laughs at her mocking, and lightly punches your arm.

“You want me to keep it up all night, even though it’s hard?” you laugh back. “Jess, how forward!”

She blushes uncontrollably, and tries to backpedal. “I m-meant being grateful!” she stammers. “Perv. Anyway, I should get back to the party I saved. You can thank me later.”

“…’thank’ you?” you prod with a grin.

She just gives you a wink, turns, and walks deeper into the party.

You take a minute to regain your composure, and then dive into the party behind her. Izabel finds you almost instantly, and you get caught up talking to her. She insists you try that special drink of hers, and you allow her to mix it into your drinks as you talk. You notice it’s an odd neon pink, but it tastes so good you don’t really think about it. You survey the party as you chat away with your ex, getting quite drunk together. Katie, Bri and Jess are all laughing about something, and you quietly wonder how your night might be go if you went to join them. They’re pretty easy on the eyes, after all. Izabel notices you staring, and smacks your arm.

“ I hope you didn’t look at other girls like that while we were dating!”

“What? I wasn’t! I was just spaced out, is all,” you assure her, averting your eyes from their target. Silently you deride yourself for being so blatant. Normally you’re able to control your libido better than this.

“Well, I’m gonna go mingle. Come find me after you’re done staring at the hot girlies.” Izabel says jokingly, before disappearing into the party.

You down the drink Izabel made for you, and leave for the bathroom. As you do, you contemplate who you might want to talk to when you go back.

You’ve had fun talking with Izabel, and she may be right about the other girls being ‘unattainable’. You could always try your luck though… after all, Jess did seem to have something planned in bringing them here. And of course, you could always take Jess up on her offer…

Jess’s friends are pretty hot, but you kind of want to spend more time catching up with your Ex. You wash your hands and walk back to the room where you last saw her, but find her missing. Asking around, you learn that she was last seen headed towards your room. That’s odd, considering that she mentioned that she was going to go mingle… You follow her trail, now with some added curiosity.

As you walk down the hall the music recedes into thrumming white noise, and you catch a chance to hear your own thoughts again. Unfortunately, as you approach your room a new noise takes over — coming from behind your door. It sounds like footsteps, and the sounds of your drawers opening and closing. Shit! Are you being robbed by one of Jess’s friends?

You grit yourself for a fist-fight with the thief, and storm into the room.

It’s not a thief.

Izabel is standing in front of your open drawers, with fields of your boxer shorts around her feet. In her hands are another pair, pressed to her face as though she was sniffing them. Her eyes are wide with terror, and a deep blush is spreading from ear to ear.

You stare at each-other for a moment, as the door quietly swings shut behind you.

“I-… I-… It’s not what it looks like! I… I was just…” Izabel stammers. “I…”

She trips over her words, dropping your boxers.

“What were you doing to my boxers?”

“Nothing!” she shouts “I wasn’t… I thought you were going to talk to those other girls!”

“So you snuck into my room to sniff my underwear?”

Izabel’s mouth is moving, but she can’t form any coherent words. You’ve caught her red handed, and she has no defense.

You take in the rest of the room, and see a satchel bag she brought with her resting on your bed. Inside, you see what looks like glass. Izabel follows your eyes, and in a panic dives over to it.

“You don’t want to see that!” She blurts out, desperately trying to close her bag. In her nervousness she drops the bag, and watches in horror as three odd shaped bottles roll across your bedroom floor — each with a familiar luminous pink liquid sloshing around inside. The first bottle clinks against your shoe, and you pick it up and peer inside. It’s definitely the same drink.

“Izabel?” you say, your voice rising in anger.

“I…It’s nothing!”

You turn it around, and read the label. It’s written on in pen, in Izabel’s own handwriting. It reads “Kevin Love Potion Batch #9.”

Love Potion!?

How did she…?

Why was she…?

Your world bends and twists as you try and make sense of what this new information. You look away from the bottle and glare at Izabel.

“I can explain!” she says desperately, stepping forward to take the bottle from you.

“Then explain,” you sternly respond, moving it out of her grasp. Her underwear-sniffing escapades are a distant dream compared to this.

She gulps hard, and looks up at you. Her hair is wild and her breathing is fast, her blush reaching down to her chest. From this close you can smell her perfume, and more importantly see straight down her dress. Her cleavage is straining against the fabric, rising and falling with each breath. You feel a slight stir of an emotion other than rage, but you ignore it. You’re too damn pissed.

“Well, see…” she starts. “I was at a party where someone brought this crazy love drink, but it made you too drowsy to work. I-I was curious, so I tried to replicate it without the drowsiness… I wanted to see if…” She looks up at you as she talks to see if you want her to continue, and your glowering face causes her to recoil and avert her gaze. She probably wishes she could be anywhere else, but you nod for her to continue talking.

“… I-if it would work on you,” she stammers. “I mixed up a bunch of batches, until I was sure it would work, then brought it here to… to test it out.”

You’re not sure how to react, so you simply ask: “How does it work?”

She doesn’t try and escape you this time, instead looking away from you in shame. She whispers out her response, which you can’t make out.

“What was that?” you ask again.

“I said it’s an aphrodisiac!”

Izabel looks at you, waiting for your response. You have no idea what to say, so not knowing what else to do, she continues to explain.

“I’ve been mixing a small amount into your drinks, to see if it would make you want me. B-But it didn’t work! I was looking at them again to see if I had brought the right batch when I noticed your underwear drawer open…” She pauses, and begins to lift the hem of her skirt up. As her hand slides up past the top of her sheer stockings, you see she’s wearing a pair of your own boxers. You see the curve of her ass through the material, and you feel your cock twitch. “Well you know the rest…” her voice falls in shame as she pulls your boxers down her legs. She drops the hem of her skirt back down and steps out of your boxers, before collecting up the bottles and underwear strewn about the floor.

You feel deeply conflicted, when you’re supposed to be livid! You stew in your own confusion as she returns the bottles to her satchel and your underwear to the chest of drawers. As she cleans up you hear her sniff, and as she solemnly slides your underwear drawer shut, you hear her sniff again. Is she crying?

She walks over to you to take the last bottle out of your hand, and you see tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry I messed this up, Kevin, and that I tried to drug you.” Her voice cracks.“I… I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

You see her hold out her hand to take the last bottle from you. You don’t want to just see her walk out the door like this. You… you… what do you want?

In one quick motion you drop the bottle, grab Izabel’s outstretched hand, and pull her towards you. Before she can react her face is in front of yours, and you’re kissing her.

“What are you — mmph!” Izabel says, confused. As you kiss her, you feel her body melt in your embrace, as she realizes you return her feelings. You feel warm tears roll down her cheeks as she softly returns your kiss.

You get caught up in the moment, holding Izabel against you, softly kissing until you don’t feel her cry anymore. You pull away, and look into her eyes as they flutter open.

“I couldn’t stand seeing you cry like that,” you say, reassuringly.

Her face erupts into the warmest, sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, equal parts relief and overwhelming joy. You kiss her again, and this time she pulls your body tight against her own.

She’s kissing you harder now, her hands running along your back in a vain attempt to pull you even closer than you already are. You return the passion, and you’re soon swept up in intense making out, inter-cut with grunts or whimpers of pleasure. You feel your cock grow harder and harder the longer you kiss, and are now straining against your trousers. You break the kiss, and with your hand behind her head you begin kissing her neck instead. You’re rewarded by a moan breaking through her panting breathlessness, and you get an idea.

“Izabel… I want to show you what you were trying to get out of me,” you say between kisses

“Mmh… What do you… want to show me?” she breathes.

You slide your free hand underneath her dress, and begin stroking the inside of her thigh as you kiss her. You feel her legs tense up against your touch. You begin slowly moving your hand up with each stroke, eliciting a moan from the now very turned on Izabel.

“Take off your dress,” you command.

Your ex shudders as you whisper in her ear, and begins to lift the hem of her dress up her body. You step away to let her take it off completely, and admire the view in front of you. Her long legs are encased in sheer thigh-high stockings, and hugging the curves of her hips are an elegant pair of frilly black panties. It’s not long before all of that is gone, too.

You throw her down on the bed and she giggles before separating her legs in a warm invitation to join her. You waste no time in climbing between her legs and pressing your tongue flat against it her waiting pussy. Her legs immediately stiffen around you, and as you lick up the length of her warm slit you’re rewarded with a long, low moan. You flick your tongue as it reaches her clit, causing her to arch her back and send one hand grasping into your hair.

“Fuck, Kevin!” she sighs, as you bring your tongue back down to her slit. “Your tongue feels so good…” She screams again as your tongue once again flicks her clit.

“Aah… much more of that and I won’t last very long…”

You don’t make it that easy though, as you’re determined to make her cum harder than anyone she fucked after you broke up. You treat her to an achingly-long period of teasing, alternating between her clit and her pussy, before you finally decide you want to make her cum. She’s overheating with anticipation at this point, and is completely overcome as you bring your tongue to her clit and slowly slide two fingers into her tight, wet pussy.

“Ohhhh!” she exclaims, as you slide deeper into her.“Oh Kevin, I-!”

You bottom out inside of her, and her whole body writhes around your fingers before you slowly draw them back out again.

Once you’re almost completely out of her, you slam your fingers back into her warm embrace. You surprise her, but without letting up you begin pumping out of her pussy, and flicking her clit with your tongue.

“Oh god, Kevin, you’re gonna make me cum! Oh Kevin!” she moans breathlessly as you pin her to the bed with your mouth. Her hand is balled tight in your hair and her legs are tensed against your shoulders. Her whole body bucks against you, trying desperately to drive your fingers further into her pussy.

“I’m… So… Thankful!” she says, practically panting. “I’m so thankful that you’re tongue-fucking meeeeee!”

Izabel’s voice erupts into a scream, the sexual tension since you broke up driving her into an incredibly intense orgasm. Her body is wracked with pleasure and you hold your fingers inside of her, letting her ride it out. Her body stops convulsing and her legs relax at your side, which you take as a cue to dive back into her pussy. You’re going to make this the most intense night of her life.

“Kevin, wait, I’m too sensitive you’ll… Ahhh!”

She shudders under your renewed attention, but you don’t stop. Pretty quickly she starts moaning again, and you keep fingering her until she cums again. This time, you don’t stop, grabbing her hips and pulling her pelvis towards your tongue as you eat her out. Her body bucks and shifts under your oral assault, and pretty soon you’re making her cum once again. You continue relentlessly pleasuring your ex like this for a while, savoring how easily you can bring orgasms out of her.

“Oh god, Kevin! I can’t believe you’re really doing this!” she moans, as your fingers curl inside of her and find their mark. “Thank you for fucking me like this! Thank you! I’ve dreamed of you doing this!”

You moan, eliciting a squeal of delight from her. “Yeah, you like that? Knowing I masturbate to you — ahh!” Her words are confident but breathless, her expression smug despite her matted hair and bleary face. Pleasure is pulsing through her, and she can’t control herself long enough to stop moaning. Nonetheless, she keeps panting out her fantasy of you. “I… Uhhh!… I’ve wanted this for so long! For you… for you to be between my legs… Eating me out or… fucking me again! Oh god, Kevin! Aaahhhh… I wanted you to bend me over every time I saw you! Or I wanted to suck your cooooocccckkk!”

Her legs lock around your head to pull you closer, as you feel her orgasm building.

“Oh Kevin, you’re going to make me cum again! I’m… I’m gonna pass out!”

You keep eating Izabel out, her muscles tensing and her body quivering under your tongue and around your fingers.

You push harder than you have in your life, your fingers slamming in and out of her pussy, and your tongue flicking violently against her clit.

“Uhhh!! Uhhhhh! Oh God, Oh God, Kevin, make me cum again!” she screams. Izabel’s legs tighten around you, and her pussy clamps down around your fingers. Her body violently shakes as you continue your oral assault, shuddering and contorting as she cums harder than you’re sure she ever has in her life. You draw out her pleasure as much as possible, and her body locks in place from sensory overload. Slowly, gently, you ease her out of her crescendo. Eventually her storm of an orgasm subsides, and her taut and sweaty body collapses back into the bed.

You feel pretty bloody good about yourself, right now, as you pull yourself from between her legs and wipe your face clean.

You lie back on the bed next to her, propped up by a couple of pillows.

“So…is that what you wanted then?” you say, putting on a devil-may-care smile.

“I… love you, Kevin…” she ekes out, panting for air. “Just like old times, eh?”

“I don’t know if we should get back together, it might be too complica- Wait what are you doing?”

Izabel has climbed between your legs while you weren’t paying attention, and has begun undoing your fly. She looks up at you, and smiles. “I want to show you that I’ve changed. And besides, if ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t work, you could always just use me for sex… Something you’ll get from me a lot from now on, whenever you want it.”

You start to protest, but she she reaches into your boxers and fishes out your cock regardless. She looks wide-eyed, and the feeling of her hand against your skin is electric.

“”It’s as big as I remember!“

Still unsatisfied from earlier, you offer very little resistance to the hot naked girl practically salivating over your member.

“Thank you, Kevin… for being with me,” she whispers, and lowers her mouth down onto your cock.

A few weeks go by and Izabel makes good on her promise. She’s a handful in bed, constantly willing to try new things with you and constantly willing to have you inside of her. You find yourself wanting more from your relationship, though. She’s elated when you tell her you’d like to try dating again, claiming she’ll be the most giving girlfriend you could ever have. She cooks for you, cleans for you, and regularly bends over for you, even when you don’t ask. When you think you’ve had her every way you want she keeps coming up with new things to try, and you find yourself falling in love with her more and more each day.

You reflect on your life since that party, sitting on the sofa watching some dumb movie with her. She looks up at you and you smile, kissing her softly and whispering ‘I love you.’ She smiles back, and you return your attention to the movie with a sense of contentment, as she returns her mouth to your member. You gotta admit, this is a pretty good life.