Your roommate sighs heavily, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes. "Well," she says tiredly. "That could've gone worse." She pauses for a moment before looking over at you, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Thanks for not saying anything."

She glances down and gives a small laugh. "Probably," she agrees, sounding surprisingly nonchalant about it. "But like I said, could've been worse." Her hand finds its way to your thigh again, gently stroking the fabric of your pants. "You know... you don't have to be so scared of me all the time," she says softly.

"It's not that I hate men," she said defensively. "I just... I trusted the wrong person, and it messed me up. It took a long time to realize that." She looked away again, unable to meet your gaze. "And honestly? A lot of it was jealousy too."

There was another pause before she mustered up the courage to continue. "I'm sorry for what I said about not wanting you here anymore. I didn't mean that."

She smiled weakly in return. "Thanks... I appreciate that." There was another long silence as they both considered their words carefully. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice less defensive and more sincere. "Look, we both make mistakes. Let's just try to move past this, okay?"

There was an unspoken understanding between them now; a tentative truce born from shared vulnerability. Maybe, just maybe, they could learn to live together after all.

she purrs, crawling towards you on all fours. "Maybe I could make it up to you for being such a brat earlier...?" Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she prepares herself for another round of debauchery with her sister's boyfriend.

Your roommate stops just in front of your lap, looking up at you expectantly. "Are you sure?" she asks breathily, one hand sliding between your legs to stroke yourself teasingly as her other reaches for your cock. "I could make it worth your while..."

She leans forward, pressing her lips against the tip of your cock before taking it into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she begins to bob her head up and down on your shaft.

She gasps at your words, her eyes widening in shock and lust as you make such a bold proposal. Her hand stops moving on the dildo for a moment before she resumes stroking it faster than ever, moaning loudly into the silence of the room. "You'd let me see that?" She practically pants the words out, her breath hot against your neck as she leans closer still.

With a sudden movement, she pulls you roughly onto her lap, straddling you with one leg on either side.

"You insatiable pig!" She growls, her voice hoarse with desire as she pushes your head roughly into her breasts. "But since you asked so nicely..." Her hand finally leaves the dildo to wrap around your cock through your pants, squeezing and stroking it roughly.

"My name is Anastasia," she grinds against you in time with each stroke of her hand. "And I think we should see just what kind of fun we can have together..."

His tongue pushes past my teeth, tangling with mine as he deepens the kiss. His other hand moves lower still, slipping between my legs to find my clit and begin stroking in rhythm with his fingers inside me. I can feel myself starting to lose control, my hips bucking up against his touch.

"That's it," I murmur into his mouth. "Give it to me." He moans into the kiss, thrusting harder as he feels the tight grip of my orgasm begin to build inside him.

His hips snap forward as he comes, his cock twitching against my hand as he cums. A moment later I feel it too, my body arching off the couch in a shuddering release. As the sensations wash over me, I realize that despite everything, I actually enjoyed this...no, more than that.

I reach up and cup his cheek, pulling him down for another kiss as our orgasms slowly begin to subside. "You're not so bad," I whisper when we finally break apart. "

Her eyes fly open as she comes, her body shuddering violently around his tongue. A strangled cry escapes her lips and she tastes herself on him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hands fist in the sheets, trying to find purchase as she's thrown into oblivion by the force of her orgasm.

Finally, it subsides, leaving her gasping for air and feeling impossibly empty. She tries to catch her breath, her eyes meeting his over her trembling body. "That...

"Don't... ever do that again," she gasps out between ragged breaths. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame, even as her body continues to tingle from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She pushes him away, rolling off the bed and scrambling for a pair of shorts to put on. "I hate you," she mutters under her breath as she pulls them on.

Her heart races and her thoughts whirl as she tries to process what just happened between them. Was it real?