Goonette Roommate
Copyright© 2025 by Shad0wgoone
Chapter 5: Acceptance
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Acceptance - 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
#### They have ‘the talk’
I woke up to the familiar, if not constant, sound of porn playing. Michelle does this on weekends now. Even if she’s not actively gooning, every screen she owns has porn on it. I noticed she’d left the couch, and I could hear the shower running. I didn’t see the point in getting dressed anymore. Michelle is always naked, and she saw everything last night.
On weekends, I usually put on my noise-canceling headphones and stay in my room. Michelle is kind enough to turn the porn down when she notices. She’s still a nice person, after all.
She’s good to me. Pays her half of everything. Makes sure there’s always toilet paper. Sometimes she even makes breakfast. This morning, she did just that. Some bacon and biscuits were left on the stove with a note: “I hope you’re okay after last night. I’m here if you want to talk. I know it changes things when your body starts to respond to porn.â€
For the first time, I left my bedroom naked. I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at the note and my breakfast. Even when she’s not in the room, she reminds me that porn is her world now. But I didn’t feel any bad feelings. Minus the porn, this woman is perfect. She made me breakfast and thought about me. Most people don’t think about me anymore. She didn’t freak out when I got naked. Michelle is pretty cool. It’s just a shame she’s devoted her life to complete depravity.
I sighed, grabbed a piece of bacon, and munched. She cooks it perfectly. I looked around the apartment. She cleaned everything. The couch, the covers, even her dildos were lined up neatly, like they belong in the living room. She even changed the porn she normally plays—just naked women posing in heels and masturbating. In some perverted way, she set a good mood this morning. But why does it have to be porn?
The apartment is perfect. Clean. Peaceful. Well, aside from the constant sex noises. The dishes are done. The rent’s on time. The fridge is full. Who would leave a roommate like her? Is it really that bad? Living with a goonette? I don’t know anymore.
Michelle finished her shower and appeared in the living room wearing nipple clamps, her favorite clit-sucker buzzing inside her vagina. I could hear her toy buzzing before I saw her. Buzzing sounds like that are normal for me now.
“Good morning. I hope you slept okay, †she said. I didn’t meet Michelle’s eyes as she grabbed a piece of bacon and started munching. I was too busy wondering if those nipple clamps hurt. She smiled and looked at me. “Yes, they feel good. Eyes up here, silly, †she teased. Then she looked me up and down, checking out my body. I wasn’t nearly as beautiful as she was, but I felt like I had a decent figure. She gave me a warm smile and said, “I see you’re still naked. I like that. I hope you get used to it.â€
I admitted I didn’t see the point in getting dressed anymore. She’d seen everything last night anyway. In that moment, I found the resolve to confront her.
“I still don’t get why anyone would want a life like this, †I said, my tone sharp with mild annoyance. Michelle responded as if she’d rehearsed it, but with genuine sincerity. “I knew this conversation would happen eventually. I’ll try to explain everything. I’ve never had friends who actually liked me growing up. I was the quiet outcast and a late bloomer. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Yes, I have my looks now, but when I was younger, when things mattered, I wasn’t treated kindly because of my appearance. So I became more withdrawn and isolated. It was only a matter of time before I found comfort in solo activities and, eventually, porn.â€
I decided to sit down. I had a feeling this was a long-overdue conversation. For once, I felt like we were just two normal college roommates having a heart-to-heart.
And then, Michelle adjusted her sex toy. She changed the vibrator settings, let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, and started to speak again. In an instant, that normal moment was gone again.
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