Goonette Roommate
Copyright© 2025 by Shad0wgoone
Chapter 6: Maybe It’s Too Quiet
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Maybe It’s Too Quiet - 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
It felt strange being in the apartment without the sounds of porn playing. It also felt odd to be naked like my roommate. That part, though, was easy to get used to. <!--more--> I cleaned the kitchen and put everything away. I tried to listen intently, but I couldn’t hear any noise from my roommate this time. She really had gone quiet. It was a little unnerving. I think I got used to her moaning and ... the porn. Did I really get used to it? Do I actually miss it?
I tried to shake the feeling. I got what I wanted: peace and quiet. I’m free from the porn ... free from her gooning ... But I started to wonder if I’d hurt Michelle. I hope she hasn’t retreated into herself again. I hope she’s not slipping into a dark place.
I don’t know why I’m still naked, but I kind of like it.
I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. Normally, Michelle would be naked, sprawled out on the couch in a goon trance by now. I’d quietly retreat to my room, slip into my own world with my headphones. It felt strange to take over a space that was hers. It’s our living room, but she did more living there than I did. It didn’t feel right to defile the TV with something that wasn’t porn.
Oh my God, I’m thinking like her. What’s wrong with me?
I think I’ll go to my room and clear my thoughts. I got what I wanted. So why do I feel like something’s missing?
I headed to my room to watch my usual shows—someplace safe, familiar. Then it happened.
A bikini try-on haul popped up in my feed. She looked a little like Michelle—fit, toned, with caramel skin. Not a pro-level model, but a step above the women you see in everyday life. I usually skip those videos since I can’t afford to travel right now. But for some reason, I kept watching. Then she turned around and bent over, teasing the camera. I’m straight ... or at least I think I am. I started thinking about Michelle’s ass.
I can’t believe this is on a normal video site. How is this allowed? Is it because she’s still wearing clothes? She clearly knows what she’s doing. Why can’t I stop watching?
I took a few deep breaths to relax. It’s okay. It’s not porn. It’s just a woman reviewing swimwear. Lots of women watch videos like this. My hand slowly drifted to my crotch. Why? I touched myself. I was wet. Why am I wet?
A screen was making me wet ... again. In less than 24 hours, a screen had betrayed me. I think my roommate has corrupted me. But I haven’t had sex in a while. This isn’t porn, so it’s fine. Right?
But, I don’t need to cum staring at a screen. I still prefer a real man. I still prefer a penis inside me ... if I could ever get out of my head and actually date again. Living with a goonette roommate is so distracting. But she’s perfect in every way besides the porn. She’s so sexy.
Why am I masturbating to a woman trying on bikinis? Why am I watching another one of her videos? This isn’t happening. I can’t believe I want to keep touching myself.
Just touching is okay, right? I’m not watching. I’m not gooning. I just need a little relief.
My fingers slipped deeper between my thighs. I put one finger inside myself ... just for a moment. Just to ease the tension. This isn’t porn. Not filth. Just ... a woman wearing a bikini ... that has a nice ass ... fuck.
Why does Michelle do this for hours? How can she stand it? The point is to finish, right? Why am I savoring the moment? Usually, I get myself off much quicker. It’s been over 30 minutes now. I’ve watched three videos on this woman’s page. Why do I feel so pathetic? Why can’t I stop? Why don’t I care?
Edging is dumb anyway. Who wants to be denied? The point is to cum. To finish. That’s what sex is for.
But then I felt it.
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