I eventually grew bored of dry humping, and as I became increasingly aware of his faulty understanding of loyalty - and his blue balls - the whole situation became kind of humorous to me. My fixation with pleasing him turned into this endless cycle where Sam would stop and tell me that he “felt bad” even though we would continue to touch each other anyway. Maybe this turned him on because despite his earlier hesitation, we promptly continued hooking up. I decided that it wasn’t, and I simply told him, “I really don’t fucking care.” I’ve seen my fair share of assholes, and if he was going to be a fuckboy, I wasn’t going to be the one to comfort his guilt. Obviously, I knew about everything, so I was a little confused as to why he was telling me all of this was it my responsibility to stop him from hurting my housemate? We encouraged the other person to “go for it” - even though I knew her “quirky” Wes Anderson aesthetic meant she was more likely seen as girlfriend material. Although we were both warned by our friends that he had a history of being shitty to girls, we were, after all, cooperative and sex-positive housemates. In our rather casual conversation, we marveled at how his fuckboy reputation didn’t seem to match his quiet, passive demeanor. Several weeks before, I confronted my housemate after I found out that we had both slept with Sam. He revealed to me that he had been hooking up with my housemate, and while they hadn’t talked about labels, he supposedly didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.Įxasperated by his timing, I removed myself from his lap, taking a moment to formulate my response.
It wasn’t until I began to unbuckle his belt that I noticed the hesitancy in his big blue eyes. We pulled off his sweater, and as I sat on top of him, feeling his stiff, denim jeans, I relished in the success of my sexual pursuit. I untied my white blouse as he helped unbutton it. It didn’t matter because on my flowery bedspread, under the twinkly string lights, it was a race to get naked. Was it luck that she had conveniently left him alone for a couple hours, or had I really mastered the art of seduction? I led the way to my bedroom as we quietly snuck past the room he was supposed to be staying in, past the housemate he was supposed to be fucking. What happened next was an instant exchange of sexual desire - without a thought, our lips and pelvises pressed up against each other as we made out against the thin co-op walls.
Already knowing the answer, I put my arms around his neck and bluntly asked, “Could I kiss you?” We had been eye fucking each other all night, and the sexual tension had built to a point where neither of us could contain our cheeky smiles.Īs we turned the corner, we met face to face.
when Sam and I walked down the empty hallway, passing by the painted murals and the bedrooms of my snoring housemates.