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

As I take a puff from my cigarette and exhale it right into your face, I can't help but smile. "Gee thanks, kylar," I tease, "but it's not like you can tell me what to do or not to do." I blow another ring of smoke in the air as I speak, thinking about how annoyingly sweet and... adorable he looks with his obvious concern for my health. God, why am I even thinking that? "So," I continue, trying to change the subject, "what do you think of our new digs?"

I snort softly as I smile, feeling sort of flattered that he thinks I have some kind of influence on anything around here. "Oh, thanks?" I say, laughing a little. Maybe if I'm nice to him, he'll leave me alone...or maybe not. "Well, we'll see how things go." I decide against mentioning the fact that you're basically my only company now.

"Sorry not sorry," I tell him with a shrug as I exhale another cloud of smoke. "You should've thought about that before moving in with a goth." As much as it sounds like a threat, I can't help but smile when he scrunches up his nose at the cigarette smoke. Maybe if he plays his cards right, I won't make his life too miserable...or maybe I will, because that would be so much more fun.

"Mmmhmm," I hum noncommittally, taking another puff of my cigarette as I lean back against the headboard of my bed. "Anyway, what are your plans for tonight? Anything fun going on?"

I raise an eyebrow at you, amused by your enthusiasm. "Well, I was going to watch some old horror movies and maybe read a bit later...if you really want to hang out." There's no point in lying, after all. You've seen how I live - it's not exactly the life of the party. "Or, we could just chill here if you prefer?"

I cross my arms over my chest and grin cheekily at you. "Well, I suppose there's always that," I admit with a shrug, glad to find someone as equally interested in teasing me as I am them. "But don't worry, kid, I'm sure we can find something more productive for you to do around here."

Of course, the real reason I want you to stick around is because...well, it's honestly just less lonely that way. And who knows? Maybe you'll grow on me.

I chuckle as you say that. "Well, if you're really up for some culture, kid, I guess you could help me out with my homework..." I tease, eyeing you with amusement. "You know, to balance things out and all." There's no way in hell I'd let someone as innocent-looking as you think they can get away without doing something for me. Besides, it might not be the worst idea; you could actually learn a thing or two from my...colorful lifestyle.

As much as I want to contradict your statement and point out that we're about the same height when you stand up straight, I decide not to push it. "Oh yeah? Prove it!" I challenge, raising an eyebrow. "I bet if you were standing on something, I'd still be taller." It's a stupid argument, but it makes me feel better somehow. And it gives us something else to do besides just sitting around and smoking.

As it turns out, I was right. With a smile that's somewhere between admiration and exasperation, I look up at you and mutter, "Well, I never." There's no point in arguing about it now; you're clearly taller than me. Maybe we should go with that whole culture lesson...I could always use an extra set of hands for my schoolwork. "Alright," I sigh dramatically, flopping back down on my bed and gesturing for you to sit beside me, "what do you want to learn about first?"

You've really got to stop standing up like that...I mean, it makes you look pretty intimidating, but also kinda funny coming from someone as small as you. Anyway, I gesture impatiently for you to sit beside me again once your dramatic display is over. "Come on, kid, let's learn something useful!" I tease with a playful smile, only half-meaning it.

As you sit down beside me, I can't help but smirk at your flattery. "Oh please," I roll my eyes playfully, "you're not that cute enough to get away with calling me gorgeous." Despite my protests, there's a tiny hint of a blush on my cheeks as I glance over at you, wondering if maybe...just maybe there could be more between us than just bickering and teasing. But no, Amy doesn't do that kind of stuff. "So," I say finally, trying to change the subject before things get too awkward, "what would you like to learn about first?"

I raise an eyebrow at you, my lips curling into a small smirk. "Well, if you insist on calling me that..." I trail off teasingly before continuing. "Alright then, why don't we start with some basic history? You know, to broaden your horizons." I grab one of my textbooks from my desk and begin flipping through it, searching for a good place to start.

As we dive into our makeshift study session, I can't help but wonder if maybe you're not as annoying as I first thought. In fact, there's something kinda...endearing about your innocence and eagerness to learn. Maybe it's just me being soft or something, but either way, it makes this whole arrangement less miserable than expected.

Oh, really now? I can't help but chuckle as you think about my legs while we're studying. It makes me feel a bit self-conscious, to be honest. I try not to pay attention to it and focus on what we're learning instead. But hey, if thinking about my thighs helps you concentrate...I guess that's kind of nice in its own weird way?

"What?" I exclaim, looking up at you with mock anger. "You're thinking about my thighs? What kind of perv are you?" As much as I tease him, there's a secret part of me that's quite pleased by his attention. Maybe it's time to get comfortable with the idea of having someone else in my life, even if they are as annoyingly sweet and innocent as Kyle.

We continue studying for a while longer before taking a much-needed break. I put my book aside, leaning back against the headboard of my bed, and stretch luxuriously. "So," I say with a grin, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"

I raise an eyebrow at you, amused by your offer. "Well," I begin slowly, thinking about what to say, "I don't know if I should tell you that...it might get me into trouble." There's no way in hell I'm admitting that you make my heart race with the mere thought of doing something...rebellious.

Instead, I decide on a slightly less revealing answer. "I like to hang out with my friends, go to clubs sometimes..." Truthfully, I don't go clubbing as much as I used to since I prefer dark and gloomy places where people can't really see me that well. But it sounds cooler this way, doesn't it?

"And what about you?" I prompt, eager to change the subject before things get too uncomfortable again. "What do you like to do for fun?"

I smile at your enthusiasm and decide not to press you too hard on it. "Well," I say slowly, trying to think of something harmless, "I like reading and listening to music...and sometimes I like exploring new places by myself." There's a pause before I add, almost as an afterthought, "You know, if that's something you'd be interested in doing with me sometime?"

As the words leave my mouth, I realize how odd they sound coming from me. Normally, I wouldn't share anything unless it was to tease or belittle someone...but there's something different about Kyle. Maybe he brings out the best - or worst - in me. Either way, it's an interesting development that I'm not quite ready to analyze just yet.

I smile at your reply, feeling unexpectedly pleased by it. "Well," I say slowly, trying to think of something we could do together that wouldn't involve teasing each other too much, "how about we take a walk tomorrow? There's this really cool park nearby that not many people know about..." It's only a small step towards being more open with him, but it feels like progress nonetheless.

As the day goes on and we find ourselves back in our usual roles - me studying, you...not-so-studying - I can't help but wonder if this strange new dynamic between us will last. Will I eventually push Kyle away with my teasing and snarky comments, or will he manage to tame the wild goth? Only time will tell.

I can't help but smile at your eagerness. Normally, people don't want to be close to me; they're intimidated by my appearance and attitude. But with you...it's different. There's something about Kyle that just makes me want to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

"Well," I say slowly, "how about tomorrow we go explore the city together? You pick somewhere you'd like to see, and I'll tag along?" It might not be the most romantic offer in the world, but it's a start. And who knows? Maybe if I spend more time with Kyle, I'll learn to enjoy his company even when we're not arguing or teasing each other.

"Favorite song?" I repeat thoughtfully. It's been so long since anyone's asked me that question. I used to love the Smiths and Joy Division back in high school, but lately...well, I guess my taste has changed somewhat. "I really like 'Hotel California' by The Eagles," I admit with a small shrug. "It reminds me of better times."

Truth be told, part of me is still surprised at how much Kyle has been able to get out of me tonight. Usually, people are too afraid or intimidated to ask such personal questions...but he seems different somehow. Maybe it's because he hasn't let my goth persona scare him away yet? Either way, I find myself telling him more than I ever thought I would.

I glance at the clock and sigh; we should probably get some sleep if we want to make it to our morning walk on time. "Well," I say with a yawn, "I guess we'll see you in the morning, kid." I smile at him before stretching out on my bed and drifting off to sleep.

The question lingers in my mind, though: will Kyle still want to be close to me once he knows all my secrets? Only time will tell.

"My favorite...?" I hum thoughtfully, trying to remember. "Hmm, that's a tough one. I suppose it would have to be 'Bloody Knuckles and Dirty Looks' by The Damned. It reminds me of my teenage years, you know? When everything seemed so much more dramatic and important." As I say this, I can't help but smile nostalgically. "But enough about me," I continue with a shrug, "what kind of music do you like?"

I smile mischievously at your comment and decide not to press the issue further. "Well," I begin slowly, thinking about how best to answer this without revealing too much, "I like a little bit of everything, actually. I'm pretty eclectic when it comes to music." It's true enough; while my favorite genre might be goth and post-punk, I do enjoy listening to other types of music as well. "How about you? Any particular artists or genres that you're into?"

As we continue talking about our shared love for music, I can't help but feel a strange connection forming between us. It's almost as if we're both realizing that there's more to each other than meets the eye...that maybe, just maybe, we could be more than just goth roommates. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and for once, it isn't from coldness or fear.

The question takes me by surprise, and I hesitate before answering. "Well," I say slowly, feeling my cheeks flush slightly at the thought of revealing this part of myself to him, "I...I like a guy who's confident but not arrogant. Someone who can make me laugh and see the beauty in the darkness." In essence, someone exactly like Kyle - or at least, how he's been tonight.

"And," I continue more boldly, "I really enjoy a partner who isn't afraid to take charge sometimes. Someone who knows what they want and goes after it...without being pushy." Again, this description seems tailor-made for him. But do I dare hope that maybe he feels the same way about me? Only time will tell.

My eyebrows shoot up at his directness, and I can't help but laugh nervously. "Well," I say slowly, not quite sure how to answer that. "I...um..." Part of me wants to tell him all the naughty things that get me going in the hopes that it will make him blush or stumble over his words. Another part of me just wants to keep this conversation light and teasing.

Deciding on a safe, non-committal answer, I finally say, "I guess...someone who's confident but not arrogant. Someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to go after it." It's not a lie; I do find confidence sexy, even if Kyle might take it the wrong way.

As we continue talking about our likes and dislikes in potential partners, I can't help but wonder if there's more going on here between us than just rooming together. The thought makes my heart race a little faster, and I find myself leaning in closer to him without even realizing it.

I hesitate before answering, feeling my face heat up as I think about the possibilities. "Well," I say slowly, "you...seem like you're packing enough to me. But it's not just about that." The real question is whether he's lacking in confidence or willingness to take charge when needed.

"I think what I want most of all," I continue with a shy smile, "is for us to figure out how we fit together. You know? Find the balance between who we are and what we need." It's not exactly an answer he was expecting, but it's honest. And maybe, just maybe, honesty is what they both need right now.

I clear my throat, trying to think of an appropriate reply. "Well," I say slowly, choosing my words carefully, "it really doesn't matter how much...um, 'packing' you have or not." The last thing I need is for him to get all hung up on that kind of stuff. "What matters is that you feel comfortable in your own skin and that you treat me with respect."

As for what I want him to be, that's a bit trickier. On one hand, Kyle's innocence and eagerness are refreshing; they remind me of a time when things were simpler, before the weight of my goth image dragged me down. But on the other hand, I can't help but want him to stand up to me sometimes, to challenge my authority and show that he isn't intimidated by who I am or what I represent.

In short, Kyle is a complicated mix of qualities that make him irresistible - even for someone like me. And as much as it scares me, I find myself wanting to explore this new side of things with him, to see where our...friendship might lead us.

I laugh at his confident assertion, unable to deny that a part of me finds it endearing. "Well," I say with a small shrug, "if you're sure about that...I guess there's only one way to find out." There's something in my voice that betrays my curiosity; despite all my attempts to keep him at arm's length, I can't help but be intrigued by the possibility of exploring this new dynamic with Kyle.

As we continue talking and getting to know each other better, the tension between us begins to fade, replaced by an odd sort of comfort and understanding. It feels good not having to fight him or prove myself to him; it almost makes me wonder if maybe...just maybe there's room in my life for someone like Kyle after all.

My heart skips a beat as I hear his words. They're bold and confident, yet there's still a hint of uncertainty beneath them. I wonder what he truly means by this...and if it's possible for us to be something more than just friends? As much as part of me wants to dismiss the idea outright, another part can't help but entertain the thought, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and fear course through my veins.

Without even realizing it, I find myself leaning closer to him, our bodies inches apart despite my best efforts to keep some distance between us. "We could try," I say softly, my voice little more than a whisper, "to see where this goes." It's a huge gamble for me; allowing someone in means risking everything that defines who I am...but it feels somehow right with him.

Time will tell if we can really make something out of this unexpected connection, or if it was all just an illusion brought on by circumstance and proximity. For now, though, all that matters is the soft beat of his heart beneath my fingertips...and the promise of possibilities stretched out before us like a vast, unexplored landscape.

I gasp as I feel his hands on my hips, pinning me against the wall with an unexpected force. There's a thrill coursing through me at his boldness, and despite myself, I can't help but arch into him, wanting more of this intense contact. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as he murmurs approvingly in my ear, calling me "good girl."

For a split second, I feel ashamed at how much it turns me on; how much power this stranger holds over me with just his words and touch. But then, just as quickly, the shame gives way to desire, and all that matters is feeling him against me...being close enough to taste his skin and know that he's real.

I lean my head back slightly, offering him access to my neck, my lips parted in anticipation of what comes next. The warmth spreading through my body tells me that this isn't a game anymore; it's much too real for comfort...and yet I don't want it to end.

I let out a soft gasp as Kyle pins me against the wall, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Despite myself, I can't help but feel aroused by his dominance and confidence. "N-no," I stammer, struggling to find my voice, "you...you don't have to..."

But it's too late; the words are already out there, and they hang in the air between us like a cloud of desire. As Kyle continues to hold me firmly against him, his warm breath fanning across my neck, I realize that this is what I've been craving all along: someone who isn't afraid to take charge and make things happen.

With a shiver, I arch my back slightly into his touch, unable to resist the growing urge to feel him closer still. "Kyle..." I murmur his name like a prayer, wondering what he plans to do next...and if I'm truly ready for it.

I tilt my head back slightly, offering him more access to my neck as I feel his warm breath fan across it. "Please...," I breathe out softly, barely able to form the words around the ache building in my chest. His touch is electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins and leaving me aching for more. There's something about Kyle that makes me want to surrender completely, to let go of all my defenses and trust him with every part of me.

My voice barely above a whisper, I plead with him, "Please...I need you..." The words come out like they're not mine; raw and unfiltered, borne of desperation and lust. As he continues to hold me against the wall, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body, it becomes harder and harder to remember who I am or why I ever fought so hard to keep him at arm's length.

All that matters now is this moment, right here in Kyle's strong arms, as he whispers filthy promises against my ear and makes me feel more alive than I have in years. My hips grind instinctively against his, seeking out the contact I crave so desperately...longing for the release that only he can give me.

I feel my cheeks flush crimson as he commands me to prove how much I want him. With shaking hands, I reach down and tentatively wrap them around his thick length, marveling at the size of him in my tiny fists. His pre-cum glistens on my fingers as I begin to stroke up and down, matching the rhythm of my breath against the heat of his skin.

"Prove it," he growls, his voice rough with desire as I continue to pleasure him. My knees ache from the awkward position but I don't care; all that matters is feeling him in my hands and knowing that he wants this just as much as I do. "Suck me," he urges, nudging my head towards his erection. Tentatively, I obey, taking the broad head of him into my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of himself on my tongue.

He moans deep in his throat at the contact, hands fisting in my hair as he pushes deeper, forcing me to take more of him. His hips begin to move against my mouth, urging me onward as I struggle to keep up with his demanding rhythm. My eyes are closed tightly as pleasure rushes through me, drowning out everything but the feel of Kyle in my mouth and the sound of his desperate gasps for air.

I feel my heart race and my body heat up as I'm pushed down to my knees before him. The scent of his arousal fills my senses, making me even more desperate for him. Lowering my head, I take his thick length in my hand, feeling it pulse with need against my fingers. Looking up at him through my lashes, I see the desire burning bright in his eyes and know that this is what he wants.

With a shiver, I position his erection at the entrance of my mouth, taking in the massive head before engulfing him as deeply as possible. His groan vibrates against my skin, sending another wave of pleasure through me. I suck and lick, teasing him mercilessly while stroking his length with my free hand. It feels so good to finally surrender to this desire between us, knowing that he wants me just as much as I want him.

The feel of his length sliding between my lips and filling my mouth sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. I moan around him, tasting the salty sweetness on my tongue as he thrusts into my mouth in time with my strokes. His hands grip at my hair, urging me deeper as his hips begin to rock against mine, driving him further into my throat.

My eyes slip shut, lost in the sensation of having him so close while still feeling so far away from who I truly am. It's a heady mix that leaves me aching for more, desperate to feel every inch of him inside me.

I gasp as he thrusts deeper, hitting the back of my throat and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. His hand slides between us, finding my core already slick with anticipation. He massages me roughly, circling my clit and bringing me closer to the edge even as I struggle to keep up with his relentless demands. My hips begin to buck against him instinctively, seeking release from this ache that's building inside of me. "Kyle," I moan around him, feeling unraveled by the force of his touch and the need that pours off him in waves.

With a final thrust, he cries out as he comes deep in my throat, his hips snapping forward hard enough to push me away from him. Breathless and aching, I watch in fascination as he struggles to catch his breath, aware that this is just the beginning of what we can have together.

I swallow thickly, feeling his hot seed slide down my throat as I try to gather my thoughts. This was...intense, in ways I never expected. But it felt good too, the submission and the release of being so close to him. "I want..." I begin hesitantly, looking up at him through my lashes. "To explore this with you. To see where it goes." He watches me carefully, waiting for me to finish, as if he's willing to go wherever I lead us next. My heart skips a beat at the thought of all that potential wrapped up in his bright blue eyes.

I can't help but grin mischievously at his question. "I want you to keep showing me what I've been missing," I reply with a wink. "And don't forget, you promised you'd be my best friend." Playfully, I extend a hand toward him, ready to see where this new connection leads us.

I glance at him uncertainly, then quickly look away as heat floods my cheeks. This is something I've never done before...with anyone. But there's something in his voice that makes me want to try it with him. Nervously, I reach between us and grasp his erection, stroking slowly up and down. The soft skin feels so good against my fingers, I can hardly believe this is actually happening.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of touching him, of pleasuring myself with his body. His hips jerk slightly as he feels me begin to stroke faster, and I moan softly into the crook of my arm at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

Tentatively, I take his hand and guide it down between my legs, feeling his fingers explore my slick folds. "Like this?" I breathe out shakily, arching into his touch as he teases my sensitive bud. "Or do you want to try...?" Before he can answer, I lean forward, pressing their bodies together and using his erection to pleasure herself. "This?" she asks with a sultry moan.

His hips jerk forward in response, pushing deeper as she grinds against him, finding rhythm and seeking release. The feel of their skin slapping together drives her wild, building up the pressure within her until she's sure she can't stand it any longer. With a hoarse cry, she comes hard around his cock, squeezing tightly as waves of pleasure wash over her.