Femboy Roommate (My) - Sex Stories

Femboy Roommate (My)

My name is Brad. I'm in my mid-twenties, working my first job out of college in the big city. I'm fit but not big, 5'11" with short kempt brown hair.

I had been dating a girl named Amber for about four months now. She was a petite brunette with a bubbly outgoing attitude and the sex was great. Life was good.

My roommate Adam was moving out of our two bedroom apartment to take a job across the country. We hadn't been too close but he was a good roommate. The apartment complex would fill his room in time, however my next roommate was not what I was expecting.

Alex moved in soon after. We were the same age. She had chin length bleached blonde hair, green eyes and a tight body. She had pale skin, small tits, with a tight round ass to match. She was a bit effeminate. Alex was a sissy I'd guess you'd say. We got along fine, after the brief awkward new roommate phase. I was almost never home anyway, as I often stayed at Amber's a few nights a week.

Alex and I would chit-chat when at home, watch TV and joke like normal roommates do.

I got the feeling Alex was into guys. If the clothes didn't give it away, the make-up sure did, which didn't bother me. She mostly wore black or pink or both. Can you be goth and wear pink? I didn't know, shrug. She would wear eye liner and make her cheeks rosy. Alex would often put her hair in pigtails, like short springy tufts as she bounced around the apartment. Then there was the perfume. She smelled great and compared to a roommate ...

... that didn't do their dishes or laundry, sweet and tidy beats the alternative.

Alex would get dolled up when I was home to get a rise out of me.

She would catch me looking sometimes and would prance into the room asking, "How do I look?"

I would grin a grin that meant, I know what you're doing, and say, "You look nice."

In a pouty face and tone she'd comment, "Just nice?!" as she walked by, making sure I smelled her scent and saw the bounce of her tight curves.

On one occasion, Alex was dolled up in a sheer spaghetti strap tank top and mini skirt, with lace stockings. No bra. Her pink nipples were hard and hard on purpose. I was in the kitchen when she came bouncing in.

Our kitchen wasn't very big so she'd make sure to touch me in some way as she passed. Sometimes a hand on my lower back or on my shoulder. I'm not ashamed to say I liked the attention. Knowing that someone finds you attractive without saying the words, it was in the air. You could feel the sexual energy and she knew she had that power over me. She also knew nothing was gonna happen, so what does she have to lose in teasing I suppose.

Alex had the fridge door open and was bent over at the waist looking for something inside or waiting for me to notice. Her skirt rose up, almost revealing everything. This time I decided to play along. She sensed me approaching and I could see her ear wiggle, she was grinning.

"Oh excuse me, I'm just grabbing the OJ." I said.

She was still guarding the ...