The Quiet Roommate - Sex Stories

The Quiet Roommate

... thinking about the why? I closed my eyes. How could I use my theories to escape I wondered. He began to unbutton his pants and pull them off. Out of time, I thought, I need to say something, now. "T-t-this isn’t how I pictured this happening.." I stammered. I pulled hard on the rope that bound my wrists to the headboard. It only made the knot tighter. My hands were beginning to feel tingly. "Why don’t we start slower, you say we hardly talk, why don’t we go get some lunch, and we can get to know each other better." I suggested. "Alice," he said as he stepped out of the pants around his ankles, "I know everything I need to know about you. Noting the removal of clothing, I quickly shot back, "Clearly you do not. You don’t know the first thing about girls." He stood towering above me. His eyes were like flint now. His boxer-briefs were tight as and I could see his sizeable member straining against the fabric. He leaned in closer and drew his hand to my collarbone, exposed partially by the same v-neck from last night. He pressed his fingers across my collar bone as he spoke. I winced at his touch. "Alice, you are always looking at me. Eye contact is a prime way of showing interest. Then there's the sexual tension that's always there when we are in the same room together. Thirdly--" As he spoke I could not meet eyes with him. My eyes were transfixed on his seemingly pulsing penis that lay in wait. His voice came back into focus. "See you are signaling to me right now. You don’t ...

... have to hide your lust," he stated as he cupped my chin with his hand and drew my gaze up to meet his. I could see the moisture on his lips. At least I’ve got him talking. Maybe he can be reasoned with I considered. I clear my throat and say with the most babydoll voice I can muster, "You've got it all wrong, I was just being friendly." I smile slightly and kindly say, “This is all just a misunderstanding. It’s okay, just let me go and I won’t tell a soul.” But as if he was no longer hearing me he moved his lips down towards my face. I used his shut eyes as an opportunity to wrench my whole lower body towards him and kicked him as hard as I could in what I hoped was his crotch but ended up his ribs. His eyes snapped open as he almost fell over, but clearly my kick was not enough to do any real damage. "Why'd you do that?" he seemingly asked no one, and not waiting for an answer either, he grabbed my kicking body pinned me back on the bed by sitting on my pelvis. "Help!" I shouted and screamed but there was no one around to do anything. I could barely feel my fingers anymore and my palms were pins and needles. No matter how much I tried to wrench my body away his weight was too much. It only seemed to work to tire me out. While I was bucking and brewing he glanced at the rope to make sure the knot was secure than watched with amusement at my chest heaving and tossing as I attempted to get free. Out of breath and beginning to sweat, it was apparent my little show was over. He ...