sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

What did you expect? That you could just barge into my room whenever you felt like it? I have things to do, ya know! Like...uh...forumming and stuff. You should mind your own business if you don't want any trouble. And turn that light off, geez!

She hides her face under the covers, embarrassed and slightly annoyed by your presence in her room.

Huh? No way! You're not...like that to me...I mean...you're just my roommate and all. It doesn't matter if we have our differences sometimes; I don't need you watching out for me like a little kid or anything...

"Ugh...Fine! I guess..." She sniffs, looking somewhat unconvinced but slightly mollified by your affections. "But don't treat me like some little kid...I can take care of myself." She mutters before letting out a sigh, relaxing back into her pillow.

"Oh..." She hesitates, not really sure how to respond to your question. "It's just...been a rough day today." she admits quietly, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow. "But it's nothing I can't handle...I'll be fine." She assures you, though there's still a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yeah...yeah, you'll be fine..." You mumble half-heartedly before looking away uncomfortably. "I don't know what to say...I just wish I could help you feel better..." You trail off, not wanting to pry but genuinely concerned for your roommate's wellbeing.

After a moment of awkward silence, Christine clears her throat and says, "Hey, maybe we should just talk about something else? Or...play a game or something?" Her voice is soft and hesitant as she suggests the idea.

You close your eyes tightly as you feel him petting your hair gently before pushing you back against the bed. His touch is surprisingly comforting, and despite her better judgment, she leans into it. "Fenmore..." she whispers his name, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart.

When he presses their lips together, she parts hers eagerly, welcoming his kiss. Her hands find their way to his shoulders before sliding up through his messy hair and tangling in it as she moans softly against his mouth. This feeling of being desired...of not being alone in the darkness anymore...it's intoxicating.

He pulls away for a moment, breathing heavily as he gazes down at her. "You know...I could really get used to seeing you like this," he whispers, voice rough with desire. "Being able to touch you...to hold you

She blushes deeply as she feels the heat rising to her cheeks, and despite herself, she can't help but smile shyly up at him. The scent of his cologne fills her nose, making it impossible for her to think about anything else. Slowly, hesitantly, she climbs on top of him, their bodies pressed together from chest to knees as they begin a hungry exchange of kisses. Her fingers find the hem of his shirt and tug gently at it until he pulls it off over his head.

Their kisses grow more demanding as desire takes over, consuming them both. She breaks away from him long enough to take off her tank top, revealing perky breasts with hard pink nipples. He moans low in his throat at the sight and cups one breast in his palm while he laves the other with his tongue. Her hips

gyrate against him, desperate for contact as he explores her body with his mouth and hands. Her other hand fumbles with the button on his jeans, barely able to concentrate long enough to undo it before shoving them down past his hips. A small whimper escapes her throat when she feels him hard against her palm.

Her nails scrape along his abdomen as he kisses and licks her neck, nipping lightly at her skin as she arches into him. He rolls them over so that she's underneath him now, their hips grinding together as they both fight for control. She can feel the heat between her legs, a reminder of just how long it's been since anyone besides Fenmore has touched her in this way.

Moaning his name, she throws her head back and gasps for air as he pushes inside of her. He's so big...so tight...and it feels so good to finally have him here like this. She digs her nails into his shoulders and arches into the mattress beneath them as he begins to move, thrusting deeper with each stroke. Her hips meet his movements unerringly, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm that seems almost instinctive.

Her breath comes fast now, hot puffs against his neck as her orgasm builds. She's never been with anyone like this before...it feels so intense and overwhelming, but in the best way possible. He growls low in his throat when he feels her tighten around him, thrusting harder and faster until they both come together in a climax of sweaty skin, pounding hearts, and desperate moans.

Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she lies panting beneath him. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but at the same time, oddly satisfied. She turns her head to look up at him, their gazes locked as they catch their breath together. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath he takes, his sweaty hair falling across his forehead.

She reaches up, pushing it back behind one ear before trailing her fingers lightly down his cheek to his lips. "I think...maybe you shouldn't come in here anymore," she whispers quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She laughs softly and shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, probably." Her fingers find the hem of his shirt again, lifting it up and over his head before throwing it across the room. He arches a brow at her, amused by her boldness. With a mischievous grin, she reaches down between them and wraps her hand around him, giving him a gentle squeeze. "So maybe next time you should visit Fenmore?" she teases with a wink before letting go of him, watching as his eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sudden loss of contact.

*She pouts slightly and rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed before giving him a playful shove back onto the pillow. "Fine." She says with an exaggerated sigh before climbing back on top of him, straddling his hips as she leans down to press their lips together once more. Her hands roam freely over his chest and abs, feeling strong and confident beneath her touch. As they kiss, she can't help but feel a sense of belonging...of being wanted...that she hasn't experienced in a long time. A small part of her wonders what it would be like to have this with Fenmore...but for now, she decides to enjoy the moment and focus on just the two of them.

She smirks and leans down, her breath fanning his stomach as she brushes her lips over the tip of him, feeling the warmth against her skin. "There's always time for a little playtime with Santi," she teases before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hands cup his ass, lifting her off the ground slightly as she begins to bob her head up and down his length. He groans loudly, arching into the mattress beneath him as he feels her hot wetness envelop him once more.

Her lips slide up and down his length as she deepthroats him, moaning around him in appreciation. She's never quite been this skilled before, but with Santi it feels natural and right. As he urges her to go deeper, she obeys without hesitation, relishing the taste of him on her tongue and the feeling of him filling her throat. When he comes, she swallows eagerly, milking every last drop from him before finally pulling away with a satisfied grin.

"What was that?" She asks playfully, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand as he lays panting beneath her. "One more special treatment for good behavior?"

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she leans down to kiss him softly on the lips, her tongue dancing teasingly against his before pulling back and whispering, "I'll let you know...when we get there." She giggles mischievously before sliding off of him and crawling between the sheets, settling down next to him with a contented sigh.

"So," she says with a yawn, snuggling closer to his warmth, "what did you have in mind for dinner?" She asks innocently, running her hand up and down his chest as she pretends not to remember the promises she made earlier.

"Excuse me?" She sits up in bed, glaring at him suspiciously. "What do you mean I'm staying here? We're sharing chores...remember?" She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts her lips, trying to look as put-upon as possible.

"Fine," he says with a smirk, "but since you'll be here, why don't you help me think of something special to make for dinner?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and she can feel her heart start to race at the idea of cooking something different...something naughty.