Goonette Roommate
Copyright© 2025 by Shad0wgoone
Chapter 4: Fragmented Reality
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Fragmented Reality - Two college age women move out of the dorms and live off campus together. Things slowly escalate as one roommate slowly comes out as a completely porn addicted goonette
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Restart School Tear Jerker Interracial Black Female White Female Exhibitionism Masturbation Squirting Voyeurism Nudism AI Generated
#### She accepts Michelle is perfect. But what is she?
I didn’t get dressed. I just didn’t want to put clothes on for some reason.
I was doing this solely out of spite, but something unexpected happened. I hate to admit that I’m still wet between my legs right now. Why is my pussy is still throbbing with arousal? There was no man in the room. There was no penis. Nothing that my upbringing told me I should respond to sexually. It was just a naked woman on the couch masturbating to a screen.
My face burned with shame once I started getting aroused. I was trying to mock her, not get horny. Michelle sat beside me, still slowly working herself, her eyes barely open, lost in that haze. Her hand was just drawing slow circles around her clit. Why do I remember that so well?
And I was just sitting there. With another woman. Not even a hot man. Just two women and a TV full of pixelated bodies grinding, thrusting, moaning like animals. That is not the recipe for sexual arousal. But it happened to me. I still can’t believe it.
It wasn’t even sexy. That’s what I told myself. It was ugly. Rough. Violent. Raw. That’s what I told myself. But I still remember the scene.
It was a lesbian scene. All black porn. One woman was wearing a strap-on and she was fucking another woman out on their hotel balcony. The one with the strap-on had her hand around the other woman’s neck. They were really getting into it. I had never seen anything like that before. Do people really get pleasure from this?
But I couldn’t look away. How could this be arousing? How did this pull her in so deep?
My body was betraying me. I didn’t want to become like her. I had to stop this.
So I ran to my room. I got into bed. Naked.
I can’t hide from porn in this house. But I still kept trying.
For the first time in my life, I almost fell asleep without pajamas. The sheets felt cold on my skin, but my body was still hot. Still wet. Still buzzing with something I didn’t want to name. It was just a short nap though.
In the living room, the moans continued. I could hear her and the TV. My mind was racing. My pussy was still betraying me. I’m so glad I’m off work tomorrow. This is the first sleepless night I have had in a long time. Usually I can tune out the porn and drift off to sleep. But I know tonight is different. So just laid there in the dark trying to calm my thoughts. But I could hear everything in the living room.
She had a new toy. I saw it earlier. It was a dildo, much larger than the other ones she has. She keeps them out all the time now. She even has a tentacle one. She also has a charging station for her vibrators. It’s the first thing you see when you walk into her room.
I could tell by her moans she was using the new dildo. I could hear “Oh my god, so big, †which is a rare thing to hear from her. She says a lot of things ... but I can tell when something new is happening. Eventually, her moans echoed off the walls. Was she trying to fit that thing all the way inside of her? It was almost as big as my arm. I haven’t seen a penis that big in real life? What’s the appeal?
I’m really surprised our neighbors don’t complain. It’s like I’m living in a world where porn is not a problem. There was no attempt at quietness. Is she trying to gaslight me? Is everyone in on it?
I’m still wet. My pussy is still throbbing. That’s the main reason why I can’t stay asleep.
I could tell she was going to be an all-nighter tonight. I know things about her that I shouldn’t know. I have this permanent intrusive thought that’s in my mind constantly now. I always see her naked and masturbating. No matter what I do, I know she’s probably touching herself and I can see it clear as day.
God, she’s a goddess, but I am straight. But I can’t stop thinking about her beautiful caramel skin though. It’s gotten to the point where it feels natural for me to want to touch myself while thinking about her.
I don’t masturbate. In fact, I refuse to. There’s something about having a man take care of my needs that really appeals to me. To be honest, masturbation isn’t really my thing. But the thought of being with someone, only to have them leave because of my roommate is incredibly frustrating. But I don’t want to move. Besides, I really can’t afford to. I’m finally saving money thanks to this arrangement.
I guess the price to pay is porn. She really is perfect minus the porn. And I hate to admit, I often find myself thinking about her anyway. She’s always naked and masturbating. But I’m straight. I know I am ... right?
She could get any man she wants; she’s prettier than me. But here she is, blasting porn and making our whole apartment smell like pussy. She does light incense and candles though when she take breaks. That is considerate of her.
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