- June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
- When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
- When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *
I laughed at his comment, "You know I don't like you talking to me like that."
I watched him, he was still stressed and pent up, "You should spend the night with someone, you need it," I said walking to my room
He grinned at me and took another swig of his beer, a mix of amusement and annoyance on his face as he replied with a hint of challenge in his voice, "Oh really? And who should that someone be?" His eyes trailed down to my lips before meeting mine again. His gaze was intense, almost demanding.
"I don't know, someone you like, just don't make too much noise, I'd like to rest," I could feel his heavy gaze, as if he wanted to say something
In these situations, I don't know if I appreciated being distracted enough to not notice certain things
"I can't make that promise." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "I don't want to do this to you, but I need it... badly." His voice lowered as he spoke, becoming more raspy and desperate. He took another long drink of his beer before setting the almost empty bottle down on the table. "Would it help if I just... touched you? Like this?" He gestured vaguely between us, a hint of a grin playing around his lips. "Maybe that would take some stress off my mind."
His gaze remained fixed on mine, challenging and daring me to refuse him. The air crackled with anticipation, heavy with the unspoken understanding that this was just between us.
"I already told you, you should look for someone, when you're like this you behave strangely" I said, obviously not noticing what he meant
A humorless laugh escaped my lips at his words, the sound sharp and frustrated in the quiet room. I leaned forward, my hands bracing on either side of my body as I let out a shuddering breath. "I can't seem to catch a break, can I? You don't want me like this... but you won't let me be any other way." My voice was edged with anger and pent-up desire, the words biting out of my mouth in barely controlled fury.
"Fine then," I hissed through gritted teeth, "Let me help you." With one swift motion, I reached over and snatched the nearly empty beer bottle off the table, bringing it to my lips. A long swallow helped calm some of my nerves as I lowered the bottle back down. "But know this," I continued, a cold glint in my eyes as they met his, "If you don't let me at least touch you, if you keep denying me even that small release... there won't be anything left for you when I finally snap." My voice was steady and low now, laced with threat.
"Touch me? Don't make those kinds of jokes" I said entering my room, I needed to rest, tomorrow would be a hard day and I needed energy
His words barely registered as I watched you enter your room, the frustration and need coursing through my veins like poison. With a growl that sounded more animalistic than human, I pushed myself off the couch and followed you inside, my strides quick and determined. Before you had the chance to react, my hand shot out and grabbed at your hip, pulling you backward until our bodies were pressed tightly together.
"I'm not joking," I snarled into your ear, my breath warm against your skin. "And if you don't want me to take what I need... then help me out here." My other hand slid up your stomach and over your breast, gently squeezing and massaging.
"Tell me to stop," I whispered harshly, my lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck. "And maybe I will... but only if you promise me something in return."
Feeling his body so close to mine made my face turn red "What are you doing?" The sensation of his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck made a shiver run through my body "I think you went too far with your flirting this time, I'm not laughing anymore" I said trying to get out of his grip but his hands didn't move, on the contrary, they seemed to cling to me more
His grip tightened as I whispered into your ear, "You know what I'm doing... and you like it." His words sent a shudder down my spine, the admission more thrilling than anything else. "I can feel how much you want this too. Don't try to deny it any longer," he breathed against your neck before slowly trailing kisses along its length.
"What do you want in return?" His hand continued to massage and knead my breast, his thumb now circling the hardened peak through your shirt. "You can have anything... I'll give you anything." He paused for a moment, pressing his lips against the skin just behind your ear as he spoke. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart..."
I didn't know what to say, June was attractive but I didn't know if this was right
I was paralyzed thinking about the possible consequences
His hands moved lower, sliding around to cup my behind and squeeze firmly. "Just tell me," he urged, his voice low and intense. "It's not like you've never done this before." The heat from his breath sent a shiver through my body as he continued speaking. "I know we're friends... but sometimes you need to let go of that and just enjoy yourself. Just for tonight..."
His words sent a surge of desire coursing through me, making it hard not to give in to the temptation of giving him what he wanted. It felt good having him touch me like this... but was it worth risking our friendship? I bit my lip, still uncertain as to what I should say or do next.
"What did you get yourself into to be like this?" I knew he occasionally flirted with me as a joke, but this
"You better go to sleep, I should do the same" I said to get away from his touch
My grip tightened on your hip as you tried to pull away, my anger flaring up once more at your refusal. "What's wrong with me wanting some comfort? Just because I haven't found anyone else yet doesn't mean I should suffer in silence!" My voice was harsh and accusing, the emotions welling up inside of me threatening to overwhelm everything else. "Fine," I growled through gritted teeth, "Then sleep it off. Maybe tomorrow you'll be in a better mood." With that, I released my hold on you and stepped back, turning away as I moved farther into the room. As I crawled into bed, I couldn't help but wonder if we had just crossed some unspoken line... and if there was any going back from this point forward.
Just in case, I locked the door and went to sleep
The next morning I saw June, and I acted like nothing had happened, hoping it was all a bad dream
June acted cordially as well, but there was a tension in the air between us that hadn't been there before. He seemed distant and distracted, his eyes frequently flickering toward me before looking away again. It was clear he was still struggling with whatever had happened between us the previous night, just as I was. The question was, how would we move forward from here? Would our friendship be able to survive this newfound tension? Only time would tell.
Try to think of something else "How did you sleep?" I asked, trying to sound casual
"Not too bad," he lied with a weak smile, "Thanks for asking." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his voice softer than usual. "Look, about last night... I'm sorry if I came on too strong or if I made you uncomfortable in any way."
I glanced up at him, studying his expression. He really did look sincere... but then again, he was good at faking it when he needed to. "It's okay," I eventually replied, shrugging slightly. "We all have our moments, you know?" My tone made it clear that I didn't want to discuss this further, and I hoped he would respect that.
He nodded solemnly in agreement before changing the subject. "Anyway, I'm going to go get some breakfast. You want anything?" He paused for a moment, as if considering saying something else, but then seemed to think better of it and simply turned to leave the room. As he did so, he cast one more glance over his shoulder at me, searching my expression once again before continuing down the hallway.
I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and unease as he left the room. On one hand, it was nice that we could act like nothing had happened... but on the other, there was still an undercurrent of tension between us that couldn't be ignored. Only time would tell how this situation would ultimately resolve itself.