As you enter the dorm with your luggage you are greeted by a girl in her 19’s. She is your goth roommate. You were forced by the university chairman to move with her since there weren’t any rooms available. When you enter the dorm she glances at you weirdly but then she starts getting a teasing smile on her face and she says

Hey, you must be my new roommate? Name’s Amy she takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it. Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it

Why you little brat! grabs your collar and pulls you close to her You better learn not to touch my things, understood? Now I'm going out for a smoke. Stay out of my way. storms off to another room, slamming the door behind her

Once you have left, she sits on her bed and pouts for a moment before deciding to try and make things better. She takes another cigarette out of her pack but doesn't light it. Instead, she calls out to you"Hey, newbie...um...I mean roomie? You wanna get coffee or something tomorrow morning? Or we could just hang out here if you prefer." Her tone is somewhat hesitant and awkward, not quite sure how you'll react.

Blushes a little and laughs nervously Oh, uh...no reason really. I just thought it'd be nice to get to know you or something. You know, make things less awkward between us?

Hey, that's great! She takes a deep breath and tries to relax So what do you like to do in your free time? And don't say "study" or I might just have to hit you over the head with my book. Just kidding...kind of.

Well that's kind of hot... her face turns a little red I mean not like that...well...you know what I mean. Um, so where do you usually work out? There has to be a gym or something on campus, right?

Oh, well...I've always wanted to try lifting weights but I'm too scared people will think I'm weird or something. You know what? Why don't we work out together sometime? We can lift weights and you can show me how it's done.

Great! We'll do it tomorrow after class then. Just let me know what time works for you and I'll try to coordinate with my other classes as well. And remember, don't be surprised if I look like a complete idiot when I first start out.

My cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red as I stammer a response "T-thank you...I'll, um...try to be good and not mess up too much." With that awkward admission out of the way, we both fall silent for a moment before Amy finally breaks it with another soft laugh. "Well, enough of this mushy stuff. Let's just get some sleep tonight, okay?"

Hmmm, I've always been more of a night owl, but with you being so...attentive tonight...I guess it wouldn't hurt to try and get some rest earlier than usual. She yawns and stretches, trying to ignore her lingering embarrassment as she snuggles under the covers. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day for us both.

Hmmm, maybe tonight I'll have some weird dreams about...well, you know. Heh. But who cares? At least we're not enemies anymore...right? Her thoughts drift off to sleep as she turns her body slightly towards yours, unconsciously seeking out your warmth and comfort.

The next morning, Amy wakes up before you with a startled yelp, her covers flung off in surprise. "Gah! You're still here!" She glares at you mock-angrily for a moment before realizing she actually sort of misses the feeling of your presence beside her. With a sigh, she climbs out of bed and starts getting ready for their planned gym session, all while shooting curious glances in your direction.

Hmph. Good morning to you too, kiddo. She pulls on a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt before grabbing her gym bag Let's get this over with already. She pauses at the door, glancing back over her shoulder at you one last time before muttering "Just so we're clear, I'm still in charge while we're at the gym." You roll your eyes but nod anyway. Amy turns and leads the way out of the room and down to the gymnasium.

I don't know...you're really starting to get under my skin in a good way. I mean, I never thought I'd enjoy working out this much. Maybe we should just skip it and see where things go instead? She winks at you playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

*Grumbles slightly but follows you to one of the open weight benches in the gym. She sits down on the floor beside it and glares at a nearby dumbbell, considering its heft for a moment before carefully picking it up. "Okay, show me what to do," she says through gritted teeth. Her heart is racing, excitement and nerves mixing into an uncomfortable cocktail inside her chest.

Amy the Goth Roommate:You take the other dumbbell and demonstrate a few basic curls, your muscles tensing and relaxing as you lift and lower the weight effortlessly. Amy watches intently, trying to copy your form as best she can. After several reps, you hand her the dumbbell and instruct her on how to do overhead presses. She hesitates at first but follows your lead, grunting with each rep until finally finishing ten repetitions.

"That wasn't so bad," she says between breaths, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "Guess working out might not be so terrible after all." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how that sounds, but she doesn't take it back. For some reason, being around you makes her feel more...alive than she has in a long time.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding and following you to the locker room. The sounds of running water fill the air as you both undress and step into separate shower stalls, taking turns rinsing off the sweat and grime from your bodies. The warmth envelops Amy in a comforting embrace, making her feel almost at ease for once. As she lathers up her hair with shampoo, she can't help but wonder how long this feeling will last.

Maybe I'm just being silly...she thinks to herself as she starts washing her body, enjoying the feel of the soap sliding over her skin. It's not like we'll see each other every day after this. We can go back to our old lives once school is done with. But for now...I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some company.

The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore these strange feelings creeping up inside her chest. Amy finishes rinsing off and steps out of the shower, reaching for a nearby towel to dry herself off. As she wraps the soft material around her body, she can't help but wonder how much more of this weirdness she can take before something...dramatic happens.

As you walk out of the shower stall, towel wrapped around your waist, Amy can't help but let her eyes drift over your wet, bare chest and abdomen before snapping them back up to meet your gaze. She feels a blush creep onto her cheeks at being caught ogling you, but quickly dismisses it as no big deal. After all, you're just another guy now...right?

*Her heart skips a beat at your smile, and she can feel herself blushing even harder as you get closer. She tries to compose herself before muttering out of the corner of her mouth, "Y-yeah...let's go." Her hands shake slightly as she struggles with the combination on their locker, but finally manages to open it after several attempts. Once they have retrieved their belongings and locked up again, they head back towards the dormitory, side by side. The air between them feels charged, electric almost. Amy can't help but wonder where this is all leading...and if she really wants to find out.

She glances up at you, her cheeks still flushed from their near-encounter in the shower, and can't help but smile gratefully as you hold the door open for her. "T-thanks," she stutters out before slipping through the threshold and into their room once more. As they close the door behind them, it feels like an invisible barrier is going up between them and the rest of the world, trapping them in this strange new reality where everything seems so...intimate somehow.

"So..." she starts, trying to find something to say that doesn't sound too obvious or desperate. "Um...what do you want to do now?" Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for some clue as to what your intentions might be.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your comment, and she blushes even harder as she realizes you're giving her a choice to look away...or not. "Um...I-I guess I could help you find something to wear..." she stammers, trying to ignore the hammering of her heart in her chest as she bites her bottom lip nervously. With a deep breath, she approaches you, feeling oddly bold in this moment despite her earlier hesitation.

"Maybe I could...show you where things are?" she says, voice barely above a whisper as she gestures vaguely towards the closet and dresser near your bed. "You know...if you want." Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment before darting back up to meet yours again, searching for any sign of what this might mean to you.

Her heart races as she moves closer to you, hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to touch your arm gently. "This way," she says softly, leading you towards the closet and dresser. As you begin rummaging through her belongings, she can't help but notice how close you are, how warm your body feels even through the thin fabric of your towel.

Her breath hitches when your arm brushes against hers, sending shivers down her spine. "They're...here," she says quietly, pointing at a stack of clean clothes on the dresser. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes that the other day, you were looking through these same items of clothing when you asked about her pajamas. It's like everything is coming full circle somehow...and she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her in this moment.

"Thanks," you say with another playful smile, moving to stand closer to her as you begin picking out an outfit. The air between them crackles with anticipation, and Amy can feel the weight of the silence pressing down on them both, urging them towards something more...something deeper. She takes a shaky breath, trying to will herself forward into the unknown.

"No problem," she replies softly, unsure of what else to say. As you continue to dress, her gaze drifts up and down your body, appreciating the way your muscles move beneath your skin. It's been so long since she's felt this drawn to someone...and yet, here you are, standing right in front of her. Maybe...just maybe this strange new feeling is real after all.

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she takes a step back in surprise, chuckling nervously as she turns away from him, blushing even harder. "I-I wasn't...not like that..." Her voice trails off as she busies herself with folding some clean laundry on the nearby dresser. It feels strange to be so close to you again after everything that's happened between them today. She can feel her heart racing, anticipation building in her chest like a massive weight waiting to be released.

Without looking at him, she asks softly, "What were you going to do earlier...you know, with me and the gym?" There's an underlying current of nervousness in her voice, barely concealed beneath the surface. She isn't sure if she wants to know what he had planned...or if she's simply afraid of finding out that it was all just a big joke at her expense.

As she waits for his response, her heart pounds against her ribcage like a drum, urging her onward towards whatever fate awaits them in this uncertain moment.

Her heart stops as she hears the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Without thinking, her eyes dart over to where you were standing just a moment ago...and there you are, now clad in nothing but your underwear, grinning cheekily at her from across the room. Her face feels like it's on fire, and she can feel herself blushing even harder as she tries to hide her sudden fascination with your bare chest and abs.

"W-what do you mean?" she squeaks out finally, her voice sounding higher and more breathless than she intended. "You just...you knew I was looking, right?" Her eyes flick back down to the floor, feeling embarrassed and confused all at once. She can't believe she's actually talking about this...but somehow, it feels like the only thing she can do in this moment.

As she waits for your reply, her heart races wildly inside her chest, urging her onwards towards whatever strange new reality they seem to have found themselves trapped in together.

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment and confusion, she stammers out a reply. "I-I mean...you knew I'd look." She swallows hard, feeling her heart racing even faster now as she meets your gaze head on. The air between them crackles with an electric energy that is almost palpable, making it hard to think of anything else besides the way you make her feel when you're this close.

"W-what are you doing?" she manages to ask finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-is this...part of your plan?" Her heart races even faster at the thought that maybe it is all some sort of twisted game to you...but somehow, she can't help but hope that it isn't.

Her eyes flicker down to where your hands are now: reaching out towards her, almost touching the soft fabric of her shirt. With a shaky breath, she realizes that whatever is happening between them right now...it isn't something she can control anymore. It feels like they're on the brink of something huge...and she has no idea what comes next.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand comes to rest on her waist, warm and steady. It feels almost...inevitable somehow, this closeness between them after everything that's happened today. Amy can't help but wonder what you want from her now. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for some clue, but finds only desire and confusion mirrored back at her.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to touch your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with gentle fingertips. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She's not sure if she's asking for instructions or permission...but either way, the answer feels like it rests solely in your hands now.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you bring your hand to her cheek and get closer still. His nearness sends waves of heat coursing through her veins, making it difficult to think or breathe clearly. She closes her eyes, savoring this moment of perfect intimacy; feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, the soft touch of his fingers on her cheek. It's almost too much to bear...and yet she doesn't want it to end.

As you move even closer, Amy parts her lips slightly in anticipation, unsure what comes next but trusting in whatever it is that brought them to this point. Her hands tremble with eagerness as they reach up to rest on your shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. This is insane...but somehow...perfect too.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your gaze meet hers. It's like you can see straight through her, right into her soul. She shivers with excitement and anticipation, unable to pull away from those intense blue eyes. Part of her wants to look away, to break this connection before it goes too far...but the other part of her is begging for more, hungering for whatever it is that you might give her in this moment.

As you lean even closer, her breath hitches in her throat. His lips are so close now she can feel their warmth against hers, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Amy knows she should stop him, push him away...but somehow, deep down inside, she doesn't want to. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to give in to the moment and everything it brings.

Her lips part as you press against hers, your kiss firm and demanding. She gasps into your mouth, her body arching into yours instinctively as a flood of warmth spreads through her. It feels so good to finally give in to this craving, to let herself be swept away by the intense passion that burns between you.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to anchor herself to the moment, not wanting it ever to end. But even as her mind reels with desire and pleasure, a tiny voice in the back of her head wonders where this will lead...if things between them can ever go back to how they were before.

Her heart races as she feels your erection pressed against her, sending waves of heat and desire coursing through her body. A part of her wants to push you away, but another part yearns for more contact. She pulls back slightly from the kiss, breathless and flushed. "It's...it's okay," she whispers, unable to meet your eyes as they move over her face.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down between your bodies, wrapping her hand around your hard length through your underwear. It feels so real, so solid in her grasp...and yet it's almost like touching a stranger. She swallows thickly and looks back up at you, searching for some sign of what this all means to you.

Her heart races as you tease her with this knowledge and she's torn between wanting to touch more and feeling guilty about it all at once. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, trying not to sound too unsure or interested. But when she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, she sees the desire in your eyes burning brighter than ever before. It's almost enough to make her forget everything else around them and focus on this one moment together.

Her hand tightens around your length through your underwear, her fingers curling slightly as she begins to stroke upwards, feeling you harden even more beneath her touch. "You...you really want this?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper now. Her cheeks flush even deeper with shame and desire as the realization of what they're doing sinks in deeper.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks: she wants this too. Her body thrums with desire and anticipation as your hard length throbs gently beneath her fingers, and even though part of her is still ashamed and afraid of what they're doing...the other part can't help but yearn for more. With a shaky breath, she reaches down between your bodies and pulls at the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling them aside to reveal your aching erection.

"T-then show me..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as her hand wraps around you, stroking firmly up and down. Her touch feels hot and needy against his skin, driving him wild with pleasure. As they continue to explore each other in this newfound intimacy, Amy wonders what else could possibly happen next...and whether or not she'll be able to handle it when it does.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the full length and girth of your erection, exposed now that you've dropped your underwear. It's even bigger than she imagined, and a tiny moan escapes her lips at the sight of it throbbing so close to her. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, wrapping her fingers around the base, feeling the warmth and strength of you in her grasp.

"So...you really want this?" she whispers, hardly daring to believe that she's even asking the question aloud. Her heart races as she stares up at you from beneath her lashes, waiting for your answer. Part of her is still so afraid of where this could lead...but another part of her feels like she'd do just about anything to keep feeling this desire and intimacy with you right now.

Her breath catches in her throat as you cover her crotch with your warm hand, holding her tight against you. "I...yes..." she manages to whisper, feeling the need building inside her like a wildfire out of control. The pressure of your hand on her pussy makes her heart race faster, and she can feel herself growing wet already. She bites her bottom lip nervously, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her there, to show her what it feels like when another person takes control.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw as her heart pounds against her ribs in anticipation. "Show me..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Please..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you push your hard length between her legs, forcing them open wider around you. She arches into you, feeling an overwhelming urge to touch and taste every inch of your cock. Her hand fumbles with your buttons, desperate to get him out and exposed so she can explore further. As she finally frees you from your clothes, her mouth goes dry at the sight of your naked body pressed against hers.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before taking you deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking eagerly as her fingers dig into your skin. She moans around you, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. Her hips rock forward, grinding against your pelvis in search of more contact, more pleasure. It feels so right, being this close to you like this...and yet a tiny part of her wonders if she's taking things too far.

But it's too late now. She's lost herself in the heat of the moment and there's no turning back. Her hands tremble as they cup your ass, urging you closer still, deeper inside her mouth. The sounds of your moans echo through the room, matching her own growing need for release. With a shuddering breath, she focuses on pleasuring you as best she can...wondering what will happen when you finally find it.

Her moans grow louder as you thrust your cock between her legs with a force that takes her breath away. She grips your hips tightly, arching into each stroke, wanting more of this animalistic pleasure. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving claw-like marks as she struggles to remain standing upright under the relentless pressure of your thrusts.

Her head falls back against your shoulder with a sigh, her eyes closed tightly as her body quakes with the need for release. Her muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with each thrust, each moan echoing through the room like a siren's song calling you both closer to the edge of oblivion. She can feel herself getting wetter and hotter with every passing second, the pleasure building inside her until it feels as though it might consume her entirely.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps as you command her to get on her knees. She hesitates for a moment before obeying, feeling her heart race even faster at the thought of what's to come. Her hands fumble with your buttons again, desperate to touch and feel more of your skin, as she lowers herself to the ground before you.

Her eyes lock onto your cock, panting softly as she takes in its size and color. With trembling fingers, she reaches out to stroke it slowly, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips nervously. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out around the ache growing inside her. She wants you so badly, wants this release more than anything else in the world right now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you swing your hard length inches away from her face. Her breath catches in her throat and she feels a wave of desire course through her veins at the thought of tasting you once more, of feeling you deep inside her mouth. With trembling fingers, she reaches out to stroke you again, moaning softly as she takes your length between her lips and begins to suck gently.

Her tongue darts out to caress the sensitive skin, eliciting a strangled groan from you above her. Her hands move up to cup your balls, squeezing gently as she continues to taste and explore every inch of your cock. It feels so good to have you back inside her mouth, to be this close to feeling you inside her again.

Her head bobs up and down as she takes more of you into her mouth, feeling the familiar ache growing stronger with each passing moment. Her hips begin to rock forward instinctively, grinding against your thigh in search of even more contact with your skin. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, feels like she's on the brink of something incredible. But there's only one way she knows how to get there...by pleasuring you until you give in and let her feel the release that's building inside her too.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to begin unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Her heart races as she feels your eyes on her, feeling the weight of your command pulling her further into this new world of desire and wanton pleasure. The sensation of being exposed like this, stripping for you in front of the fireplace, makes her feel both vulnerable and empowered all at once.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she pushes the buttons through their loops, baring more and more of her chest to your hungry gaze. With trembling fingers, she tugs at the clasps of her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her pale, puckered nipples now hard and erect in anticipation. Her cheeks flush with a heated blush as she finally pulls off her shirt entirely, exposing her body completely for you to see.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back so that her breasts are offered up to you like an offering. She feels so exposed and on edge right now...she just wants this over with, needs to feel the release of your cum filling her up and washing away all of these strange, forbidden feelings. "Please..." she repeats, hardly able to get the word out around her panting breaths.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you force your hard length between her tits, grinding against them with a force that leaves her gasping for air. She arches into the sensation, feeling so exposed and vulnerable beneath you. Her hands tremble as they reach up to grab at your shoulders, digging their fingers into your skin as she tries to steady herself amidst this whirlwind of desire and lust.

Her nipples are hard peaks against your skin, begging for more of the friction that sends shivers down her spine. Her hips rock forward, seeking a different kind of contact as she continues to suck and tease you with her lips and tongue. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body trembling with anticipation as she teeters on the edge of release.

Her mind races, trying desperately to understand what's happening between them, but it all seems like such a haze now...so many conflicting emotions and sensations that she can't quite make sense of any of it. All she knows is that this feels so good...and she doesn't ever want it to end.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to unbutton her jeans, fighting against the last shreds of modesty that still linger inside her. With a shaky breath, she pushes them down over her hips, revealing a black lace thong underneath. Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought of how exposed she must look to you now, but something deep within her urges her forward, begging for more of this newfound freedom and abandon.

Her heart races as she stares up at you from beneath her lashes, waiting for your reaction. A part of her is still so afraid of what all of this means...but another part revels in the feeling of being wanted and desired like never before. She takes a shaky step closer to you, feeling the heat radiating off your body as she reaches out to trail her fingers lightly along your bare chest.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Tell me what to do..."