enters the kitchen completely naked

ignoring your comment, she sits at the kitchen table and starts eating some bread while masturbating underneath it

I'm having breakfast and pleasuring myself, why does it bother you so much?

I don't care what you think, I'm doing it anyway. You should be grateful, maybe I could let you join if you asked nicely enough.

You're disgusting, I can tell you'd be awful in bed anyway. Why don't you just leave me alone and go bother someone else?

We could make a bet, but I don't see how it would change anything between us. If you really want to prove yourself, why don't you just try to be less annoying and intrusive? Maybe then I won't feel the need to masturbate every time I see you.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're so cute when you try. If it helps, maybe I could tell you what to do differently next time?

Well, you could try being more confident and assertive. Act like you know what you want and go after it instead of being so timid all the time. But don't forget to be respectful and considerate while doing that. And maybe stop staring at me whenever I walk past you naked. It's kind of creepy.

Hmm, I guess if you're going to be like that... fine. But remember, confidence is key. And don't get too comfortable, because it's all about effort and improvement. Now, go try to show me how good of a roommate you can be while being confident in yourself.

I think it's a little late for that, don't you? But if you really want to make up for being such an annoying neighbor, go ahead and get me something nice. Just remember that I might not be in the best mood to appreciate your gesture right now.

Okay, I'll wait for you then. Don't keep me waiting too long, and remember to be confident about whatever it is you plan on saying or doing.

I'm guessing you did find something nice. I appreciate the thought, but I hope it wasn't too hard for you to forget about your previous behavior and focus on being considerate enough to get me a gift. Either way, let's see what it is.

I'm surprised you found something like this. You really shouldn't have gone through the trouble... but thank you, I guess? I mean, it's not like we're suddenly going to be best friends or anything. Just try to be more considerate from now on, okay? And if there's anything specific you want me to change about myself, feel free to tell me.

I apologize if I came across as someone who was hiding, but it's been quite some time since I had a partner and being alone can be... difficult sometimes. However, if that makes you uncomfortable, then perhaps we should find another arrangement where we can both feel more at ease.

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea, but I guess if it would make you more comfortable with the situation... alright, come here and watch if you want to. Just remember to be respectful and not interrupt me or touch anything without asking first.

Well, why don't we try them both out together? You can use the vibrator on me while I use the dildo on myself. That way, we can all have fun and explore our bodies at the same time. But remember, if you want to touch or be touched by something else, just ask nicely.

Hmm... I think I'd like to try the vibrator first, see how that feels before moving on to something else. Why don't you help me by starting at my clit and gradually working your way inward? That should make it even more enjoyable for both of us.

Of course, go ahead. I trust you not to hurt me or force anything on me against my will. Just remember to be gentle and take things slow at first, until we both get used to the sensations.

I climb onto the couch and lie down comfortably, spreading my legs invitingly. "Are you ready?" I ask, looking into your eyes. It's a strange feeling, being this vulnerable with someone who just recently made my life so difficult... but maybe there's hope for us yet.

You place the vibrator between my legs and start running it over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a moan of pleasure as I grip the couch cushions tightly, arching my back in anticipation of what's to come.

"Yes... that feels so good," I moan, my hips beginning to move involuntarily against your hand. The vibrations are intense but in the best possible way, making me want more and more as they build up inside me. My breath comes faster now, hot air puffing across my clit with every exhale.

Gasping and arching my back, I clutch at the blanket beneath me as pleasure engulfs every nerve ending in my body. "Oh God... that feels so good..." My hips buck and writhe against your touch, wanting more and more of this intense sensation. The vibrator glides effortlessly over my skin, driving me crazy with need. I'm close... so close to the edge... but I want it to last just a little longer.

With a scream that's equal parts pleasure and relief, my entire body tenses as the orgasm overtakes me completely. My vision blurs and my muscles go slack for what feels like an eternity, waves of ecstasy washing over me in unending succession. When it finally begins to fade away, I let out a shuddering breath and collapse back onto the couch, boneless and completely spent.

I look up at you with hazy eyes and manage a faint smile. "Wow... that was amazing. Thank you for that." Even as I say it, my body seems to remember how incredible it felt, and a flush of desire creeps back over me. "So, what would you like to do now?" I ask, reaching down to retrieve the dildo from where it lies on the blanket between us.

I grin mischievously and give you an impish wink. "Maybe we could continue exploring together? You know, return the favor?" I run a teasing finger along my inner thigh, up towards my wetness. "Or would that be too much for you to handle right now?"

Hmm... I lie back against the couch and spread my legs wider, giving you an inviting view of my wetness as I say, "Why don't you try licking me first? See if you like how that tastes before deciding what to do next?" My voice is playful and teasing, betraying none of the vulnerability beneath.

I watch your expression carefully, wondering how far you're willing to go with this newfound confidence... and whether or not I should be encouraging it. But for now, curiosity gets the better of me, and I allow myself to enjoy the moment while I can.

I let out a long, shuddering moan as you lick and suck at my clit, fingers digging into my thighs for leverage. "Mmm... yes..." I gasp, arching my back as pleasure ripples through me. The sensation is unlike anything I've experienced before, intense and overwhelming in the best way possible. It feels like you're claiming every inch of my body for yourself, and part of me wonders if this is what it would feel like to truly belong to someone else...

As the sensations build up inside me, I know that there's no going back now. My hips start moving instinctively against your face, urging you onward as I struggle not to lose control completely. "Oh God... you're making me feel so good..."

A surprised gasp escapes my lips as you slide your tongue deep into me, claiming every inch with expert precision. It's so intense, more than I could have ever imagined... My entire body tenses and spasms around you, hips bucking wildly against the couch as pleasure explodes through me like a supernova. My legs tremble and go weak beneath me, but I can't seem to bring myself to stop the sensations.

"Oh God..." I moan hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the roar of blood in my ears. "That feels... amazing..." With shaking hands, I reach down to grip your hair, pulling gently as if guiding you deeper into me. It's selfish and needy, but I don't care anymore. All that matters is this overwhelming rush of ecstasy washing over my

With a scream that echoes through the room, I'm torn apart by one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. My body quakes uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me breathless and aching for more even as my release finally begins to fade away.

As I come back down from the high, a slick warmth fills my mouth as your head emerges from between my legs. With shaking hands, I wipe the excess juices off my chin, blushing deeply at the evidence of our shared intimacy.

"Wow... that was..." I trail off, searching for the right words to express how incredible it felt. But no matter what I say, nothing will ever be able to truly capture the intensity of that moment. The air between us is thick with desire and gratitude, tinged with an undercurrent of uncertainty as we

I blush deeper at your compliment and hesitate for a moment before answering, unsure of how to interpret your words. "It was... more than I could have ever imagined," I finally manage to say. "But..." My voice trails off again, as I try to decide if I should push things further or retreat back into my comfort zone of avoidance and mistrust.

There's something about the way you look at me now... something that tells me maybe there's a chance for us after all. But it would be foolish to think that this one night will change everything between us. We still have so much history, so much baggage...

"Thank you... for tonight," I call after you, hesitant but wanting to leave things on a somewhat positive note. "I'll think about what you said..." And maybe, just maybe, I'll give us both the chance to see where this newfound understanding might lead us. For now, though, sleep seems like the best course of action as my body recovers from its exertions and my mind processes all that has transpired between us tonight.

I wake up feeling refreshed but a little disoriented, as if I'm not quite sure what to make of the events that transpired last night. It's still early, and our roommate is nowhere in sight, so I take the opportunity to shower and get dressed without having to worry about anyone seeing me naked or feeling self-conscious.

After finishing up in the bathroom, I head into the living room to find a note on the coffee table. Curious, I pick it up and unfold it, my heart skipping a beat as I realize it's from you. It reads simply: "Breakfast is made. Come eat?"

Hmm... I think maybe today might be an interesting day after all. Maybe there's hope for us yet. Slipping on some slippers, I pad quietly down the hallway to the kitchen, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty in the

I glance down at myself, my cheeks flushing pink as I realize that I'm still completely naked. "Oh... uh, sorry about that." I hurry to cover myself with a nearby towel, feeling embarrassed and self-conscious now that you've pointed it out. "I didn't think anyone was up yet..."

As I finish drying off, I approach the kitchen table where you're waiting for me. There's a plate of food already prepared on the table, which smells incredible. "Thanks for making breakfast," I murmur as I sit down, not meeting your eye.

My cheeks still burning with shame, I hesitate before replying. Part of me wants to tell you that it's not okay for you to be so comfortable with seeing me naked all the time; that I deserve more respect than that. But another part of me just wants everything to go back to normal, to have our old arrangement where we ignored each other as much as possible and tried not to interact anymore.

I decide on a compromise. Slowly, carefully, I lower the towel from my body, revealing myself once more. It's a small gesture of trust and acceptance on my part; an acknowledgement that maybe things aren't as black-and-white as they seem between us. "I'm sorry for being so... I don't know, forward," I say finally, meeting your gaze for the first time since we woke up. "It won't happen again."

I nod, relieved but also uncertain. It's strange how such a simple statement can make me feel both more relaxed and more vulnerable at the same time. Maybe there's hope for us after all... or maybe I'm just reading too much into this. Either way, I decide to focus on enjoying my breakfast instead of overthinking things.

"So," I say, taking a bite of scrambled eggs and toast, "what did you have planned for today?"

Well, I usually spend my days working on some projects and studying... but now that our situation seems to have changed somewhat, I'm not sure what I should do with myself. Maybe we could find something fun to do together? There's always the movies or a museum, if you're interested in that sort of thing. Or maybe even exploring the city some more would be nice.

I smile mischievously at the idea. "You know, there's something we could do that would be really fun... if you were interested in trying it again." I move a little closer to you and lean over the table, my breasts brushing against your arm as I speak. My breath comes faster now, anticipation coursing through me as I await your response.

Well, if you recall... last night we had this really amazing experience where I let you help me with my pleasure. And it was so intense that it made us both feel incredible. So what do you say? Would you like to try it again? We could play together and see how far our newfound understanding can take us.