Hello everyone, I had some requests over where I get my ridiculous story
ideas from. Most of my stories come from my fantasy; however, they are
also inspired by my best friends. Specifically, my roommate. We used to
share a lot of ideas when we lived together. I think it's a rather
unique story about how we made our relationship and how she became my
best friend.
Foremost, I identify myself as an Asexual or
Hertero-A sexual (or a virginist-hetero sexual), because I don't crave a
relationship with another person. I do like females but have no desire
to engage in a relationship or even sexually. That's right. I prize my
virginity. I despise the drama and constant need to maintain giving
females my constant attention. I love being introverted and doing things
on my own. Please don't get the wrong impression of me. I'm not insane
and I love people, I enjoy hanging out with friends, and I get along
amazingly with co-workers. In addition, I have four degrees and see
myself as rather successful in my career.
I often come and go
from work and hang out with friends and co-workers on the weekend. By
definition it's the true life of a peaceful and carefree bachelor. One
weekend after a camping trip, I met with an old friend from high school.
She was moving and needed a place to stay. I turned down the offer
politely, practically making myself feel like a jerk even though I
didn't care. Two days later she showed up at my door steps. One of my
other friends brought her to my house and told me to help her out as a
favor of them for fixing my car. Therefore, I didn't want to be the guy
that turned down his friend and so I let her in. I knew what I was
getting myself into letting a foreign invader into my private space. I
gave her a room and a few days to go get her own place. I tried my best
not to make it awkward. I'm sure she realized I was very much out of my
comfort zone. For three days I mostly ignored her but we swapped small
talk here and there. On the fourth night, I was playing Fallout 3. She
came home with some groceries and saw me playing. Surprisingly she was a
gamer and also liked Fallout. She put the groceries away and sat on the
couch and watched me play. We didn't really talk much; she gave me good
suggestions and made jokes about some of the crazy glitches we
encountered in the game. It was a good way to break the ice between us.
We began talking about games and eventually stayed up until 2am talking
about relationships, aliens, and conspiracy. I discovered she was really
cool. Seeing that she was getting a bit too close, I kind of began to
feel uncomfortable so I decided to go to bed. The rest of the week we
were cool with each other. She did her thing and I did mine. Eventually
she talked me into being a roommate and since we got along well with
each other, I agreed. After a month, she felt like a much closer person
to me, of course nothing sexual (aside from jokes). We always worked out
minor differences. We continued the same way throughout our second
month and got into a routine of spending the evening with each other. I
would play games, paint, write, draw, watch TV, and even cook while she
would read, watch tv, play games, listen to music and surf the web. It
was a very interesting and casual relationship. I would say it was a
relationship where we both felt comfortable but mature. It was very much
a pleasant relationship.
Then around the middle of the next
month, her friend came over. She introduced me and I heard a lot of bad
things about this friend of hers. She knew I didn't like her from all
the crazy things she was involved in. When evening came, my roommate and
her friend was plastered. The saying tequila makes her clothes fall off
was an understatement. They asked me a bunch of personal questions and
hit on me all evening, but I kept my distance. I mostly stayed in the
kitchen cleaning because of how uncomfortable the questions made me. A
question that completely shocked me was if I didn't mind seeing my
roommate naked or in her underwear. I couldn't come up with a straight
answer because I was turned on yet keeping my distance. It was like my
brain said no, but my hormones were begging yes. I remember replying if
she wants to not wear anything, that's her business. I didn't expect her
to seem alright with it. I then left to go to bed as they drank and
lauphed all night talking to each other. I woke up around 4am to go and
check on them and the condition of the house. In the living room, I
found my roommate was only in her bra and underwear passed out on the
sofa while her friend was completely naked passed out on the living room
floor. I put a blanket over each of them and went back to bed.
In
the morning it was the choir of hangovers. I woke up to find them both
in the bathroom puking their brains out. I held my roommate's hair as
she puked what appeared to be red wine into the toilet. Her friend sat
naked in the bathtub in warm water. Although underdressed they didn't
seem to care. I also learned never get drunk on red wine, because you'll
find yourself in the ride of your life the next morning. After my
roommate felt better she joined me cleaning the rest of the house.
Surprisingly, she was still in her bra and panties. I felt embarrassed
because my male instinct wouldn't let me look away. She caught me
staring and joked about it. She also told me that she understood I was a
guy and that she didn't care if I looked, she said she felt comfortable
around me. I thought she was really awesome and one of the coolest
girls I had ever met.
Eventually her friend was okay to drive and she
went home, and for the rest of the afternoon my roommate watched me
play GTAV while we both snacked on Doritos, oven-made pizza, Dr Pepper
and Mountain Dew. The typical nerd stereotypical afternoon. On top of
that she was only wearing a striped T-shirt and panties. A total win.
The
rest of the month went by and life carried on. To my surprise, she
would do things I would have never dreamed about from other females. A
good example is that I would get internally excited when she would walk
around in her underwear, without a bra, and in not so often occasions
completely naked like after she gets out of the shower or when she wakes
up in the morning. I remember there was an evening when I came home and
she was doing yoga completely naked and would go into the kitchen
making all these weird protein blend drinks. They were like witch craft
potions. She would layout a mess of ingredients all over the place on
the counter. She would drive my hormones absolutely crazy. So crazy that
that I would have to spend some lone time by myself (if you get what i
mean). This is where most people don't believe me and why I think shows
my Asexual or hetero-A sexual characteristics. Prepare yourself, this is
where it gets mature. I personally prefer to fap by myself and not have
intercourse with the opposite gender, because of the level of intimacy
and how I would feel not being true to myself. I mean even at my current
age I'm still a virgin and I want it to be that way until maybe I find a
person i want to marry. Call me insane or mentally ill what have you,
but that's the way I choose myself to stay. I don't think there's anyone
who shares the same preference I do. Nonetheless, whenever I feel
aroused, I would rub one out and the feeling of being aroused would go
away, so when I see my roommate again, I can go back to being normal.
After
a few weeks later, around summer, she would wear her booty shorts and I
would find myself often aroused. I would fap in the bathroom and rub
one out almost every day. One day she called me out and made a joke as I
forgot to flush the toilet. I felt so embarrassed I left my man juices
behind. It felt like my dirty thoughts had manifested showing off who I
really was, but surprisingly she didn't seem to be grossed out about it.
In the end she told me to flush my baby making love serum after I
finish doing the nasty. I didn't feel too bad because she also had
plenty of awkward moments as well, such as when she would fap at night
to sleep. I would joke about it the next morning by asking her how well
she slept. I could tell she was also embarrassed about it even though
she played it off by telling me to mind my own business. I was cool with
it, we were only human and not perfect. We joked about it and didn't
take things personal.
Around the start of summer, was when things
got really steamy. I took more days off and spent them playing games on
steam like kerbal space program, space engineers, and minecraft (I also
got my roommate into minecraft btw), it was fun playing and making
things in the middle of the new biomes). She also began using social
streams like chaturbate to make money online. She told me she was into
doing naughty things online and I wasn't bothered by it. She was free to
do whatever she liked. Well, as long she didn't bring any guys home.
After a while I even let her use the living room couch whenever her room
got too hot. I soon discovered she would do her erotic thing online
while I played Starcraft II. She didn't even mind me as I would watch
her strip completely naked and fap with the variety of toys she had. It
was sexy that i would never dream a person would do something so private
so openly in front of a guy of a different gender. Strangely, if I can
express myself openly and maybe controversially, I think it was because
of this I felt there wasn't much a difference between our genders. I
guess this also made me feel that the difference between genders was
seemingly nonexistent between each other. Whenever I got too aroused I
would leave and do the you know what in the bathroom and come back. She
also began to become very touchy feely, like hugging me, leaning on me,
putting her arm around me, and even giving me undesired back massages. I
would normally be uncomfortable, but I felt okay with it. I also felt
there was feelings growing between us.
Sometime in the middle
summer she snuck into my room at night and laid beside me in bed. She
nibbled on my ear and put my leg in between hers trying to I guess
seduce me. But instead of being seduced I kissed her on the forehead and
cuddled with her instead. We talked very intimately with each other and
she told me how cool and interesting I was and that she had never met
another guy like me. I was completely honest and told her sex wasn't my
thing, surprisingly she told me she didn't care and we ended up cuddling
all night. The next morning she woke up super excited and jumped on my
bed to wake me up. She made fun of my morning wood and rolled me out of
bed. She chased me around my room and then jumped on my bed onto my
back, pulling me down onto my bed and then breaking the bottom part of
the bed. The entire bed sank in one direction. We had to stack books to
prevent it from sinking. I cooked her breakfast and things seemed to be
very different that morning. It felt like a relationship but not one
that people usually have. It was more like a relationship with a best
friend. We both had our own individuality but somehow felt a connection
and did things whenever we wanted at the same time as if a couple. Like a
relationship in which we didn't care about the imperfections we had. It
was what I would describe a true friendship relationship. I have a
feeling of it, but it's hard to describe. We also began going out to
restaurants more often with each other. We would even walk in the park
together, sometimes not saying a word but admiring nature around us.
Often she would drag and push me out of the house. Since I can't stand
her driving, I would always drive instead. I can make an encyclopedia of
all the wrong things she's ever done on the road and how because of her
good luck she never manages to get caught. We would often pay for our
own meals, but we would also treat each other as well in different
occasions. For example, she took me to a Excalibur restaurant where the
nights would fight as you ate. I also remember going to a little walk
through a neighborhood near downtown Austin on a street filled with
restaurants, we went to an Indian cuisine restaurant and the entire time
she would tease me. It gets pretty hot here so hang on. She would flash
her breast playfully hiding it from others around us and then put her
foot between my legs trying to elicit a sexual reaction from me. I would
flick her foot and try to pluck her leg hairs because she forgot to
shave. This is when things got super steamy. During the car ride home,
she had striped off all her clothes and was sitting completely naked in
the front seat while casual often pleasuring herself. I was having a
hard time with my eyes fixed on the road as she moaned in the seat
beside me and rubbed her hands in my hair while joking with me making
fun of people who were lovey dovey with each other. Surprisingly at the
stop lights nobody ever noticed. When we reached home, she walked out of
the car completely nude and walked in the middle of the street and
began to dance. It was the most wildest thing she had ever done. Then
she went into the house and began dancing in the living room. I had to
go back outside and pick up her clothes from the car. When I got inside
the house, she jumped on my back and hung on. I couldn't help but feel
aroused, I held her on by holding her on my back and walking around the
house. Eventually I stopped in front of the couch and dropped her off,
she fell on the couch and tried to pull me down. She then wanted me to
undress. After telling her no so many times she began to undo my belt. I
pulled away but she wouldn't stop. Then I turned around and put my belt
back on. She then hugged me and told me she wanted me every way
possible. I told her she was crazy and then she settled down and told me
I was no fun and I began to play GTAV. She sat there completely naked
beside me with her legs across my lap. I ignored her and eventually she
calmed down completely. I then began to watch Netflix and she rested her
head on my lap, eventually she fell asleep. Becoming tired, I leaned
over and laid down on the couch with her warm naked body beside me. I
didn't care at this point she had walked around the house naked so many
times, she was practically a nudist. We didn't say anything but we laid
until we fell asleep. Around midnight, she began putting her fingers in
my hair and eventually felt her way down to my stomach. She crawled on
top of me and told me how she was feeling sexually excited. She then
asked if I wanted to watch porn with her. I did watch porn from time to
time, but never with the opposite gender. Feeling aroused, she then sat
on the floor and lifted her laptop open. I couldn't believe I was about
to watch porn with the opposite gender. This idea had gotten me a little
excited. We took forever trying to find a common sexual interest but
eventually we settle for Japanese porn. We both sat back on the couch
and watched. We talked and joked about stereotypes and different
stereotypical accents and even moans. We carried on our conversation
even as I watched her pleasure herself. She encouraged me to get past my
hard shell and to fap with her. She asked that being such great friends
that it was to be our own unique friendship thing. Feeling very moist
from the sexual vibe in the room. She eventually got me to pulled down
my pants and exposed my genitals. For almost two hours we both
masturbated together. It was the most interesting experience I had ever
had. I felt we were exactly the same despite gender differences. Being I
had never had anything related to sex before, it was an extremely
arousing feeling. She let me touch her breast and the rest of her body.
She has an amazing pale white figure and A-cup breasts. I let her wiggle
my penis around. She asked if she could put it in her mouth but I told
her some other time, I didn't feel comfortable for that yet. It was
already by far over the top already in my opinion simply to share such
an intimate experience. Eventually, I got up and walked to the bathroom
and rubbed another out. I sat back on the sofa completely nude and
eventually she finished. I expected everything to be awkward later, but
it didn't feel awkward. We instead cooked oven made tacos and laughed at
Tom and Jerry while snacking on tortia chips and dip while in the
complete nude. After eating chips we brushed our teeth together and both
slept in my room (also nonsexual). From then on we were cool seeing
each other naked. Also unknowingly, we seem to also do things more as a
couple. Controversially, we would often spend the night masturbating
with each other and I had fun. We did this sort of thing ever couple of
days a week. Sometimes to the point we would casually bate and ask if we
were done yet. Controversially, it was as easy as asking if we wanted
to play videogames. She would often be the person to ask of course.
Strangely, it was also a pleasant and not an uncomfortable experience.
Sometimes she would let me finger and play with her using her small
collection of toys and I would let her ejaculate me and suck on my junk.
I still refused to lose my virginity and I'm glad she respected that.
She never really questioned me why. Later on her friends would often
come over sometimes and we would all eventually all fap together. It
became our friendship thing. It became casual to the point where we
would be talking on the sofa laughing and one of my friends would reach
their hands into their clothes and casually masterbate in the middle of
conversation. It lead us to become very close to each other and the best
part was I was the only guy. I find it humbling they were all
comfortable with me and would invite me to go shopping and attend local
events. A very cool, unique, and accepting group of friends. I quote,
"I'm part of the girls or sisterhood". They acted more like guys,
however. They still stop by here and then from time to time. I just
leave the door open sometimes. Controversially, I feel that sort of
friendship among different genders should maybe be mainstream one day.
Where male and females that are friends see each other in a similar
light and have the openness to do these things together that were
private; of course without the need for sexual organ penetration. That's
my own personal belief. I'm weird like that I guess. Nonetheless, that
night made us more closer than ever. I felt we were really close
friends.
A few months later her job as a dentist assistant caused
her to relocate to Dallas. I felt devastated and I’m sure she did to.
It was tough helping her pack. It was tough living without her. I see
how Romeo felt without Juliet now. Heart breaks fuk'n hurts man. Many
friends believe she was perfect for me. But I guess just like me in a
way, I guess she was also afraid of commitment. I also couldn't imagine
myself getting married to my best friend. She told me she didn't like
the idea of marriage so I respect that from her. Now, I visit her a few
time ever year and she drops by for a surprise visits. Of course no
erotic business (still virgin btw). So far this year, I've visited her
twice and I’m planning to visit her a third time and go to the movies to
see Superman vs Batman. She's a big Marvels fan. I'm glad we still act
as if nothing had changed. I eventually plan to take her on a trip to
Brazil, where I've spent a lot of my life growing up. My greatest
discontent is that if she eventually gets a boyfriend. I would feel
things would never to be the same. However, I would still push her to be
happy in life.
Well, that's my story of where the origins for my
ideas come from. Call me twisted, perverted, or whatever you fancy,
this is an extension of my fantasy, my art, and that which I believes
defines me. Those who support me. A huge thank you! Take care!
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