Goonette Roommate Part 2
She’s Perfect. Minus the Porn.
Nothing will stop Michelle.
I tried everything. Talking, pleading, begging, reasoning, and even crying. At first, I thought maybe Michelle just needed someone to care. I brought her tea, asked gentle questions, and told her I was worried. She thanked me – while absentmindedly stroking herself. Her words were kind, but her body never stopped moving.
I tried rules, space, and boundaries. I asked if she could at least keep the porn to her room. “You're valid,” she said, “but so am I.” I thought maybe shock would snap her out of it. I invited friends over unannounced, figuring embarrassment would do the trick. She didn't blink; instead, she greeted everyone naked while hardcore porn played in the living room.
When my friends arrived with me, the living room was bathed in the soft glow of the laptop screen displaying a scene that involved leather and very little clothing. Mark coughed awkwardly as he stepped inside, followed quickly by Sarah and Emily. Both women looked like they'd swallowed a lemon whole.
“Uh, hey Michelle,” Sarah managed, trying to ignore the way the light played across her naked curves on the couch. “Didn't expect...this.”
“You guys came at the perfect time,” Michelle chirped, taking a deep breath and then letting out a soft moan that seemed to coincide perfectly with a rather vulgar sexual act playing on her screen. Her hand moved faster now, fingers working in a flurry. “I was just doing a little self-care meditation.”
Mark looked pointedly at the screen. “Meditation?”
“Yeah,” Michelle said nonchalantly, finally pulling her gaze from the screen to give them a bright smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
“I really love gooning. It helps me focus. You know how it is.”
She gestured vaguely with her hand – the same hand that never left her pussy the whole time.
This woman has no shame. She treated this like the most normal interaction in the world.
Emily cleared her throat. “So, uh, we were just wondering about...” she trailed off, glancing helplessly at Sarah who was frantically trying to make eye contact with something on the opposite wall.
“About what?” Michelle asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“About that new cafe you mentioned,” Mark offered weakly, desperate for any topic that wasn't quite so...visible. “You said it had really good pastries?”
Michelle laughed, a throaty sound, and pulled herself up to sit straighter, letting out another satisfied sigh. Her hand still worked steadily on herself. “Yeah, totally. It's supposed to be amazing.” Her hand continued to move as she spoke. “Maybe we can go sometime?”
Sarah bit back a gasp. Emily was staring at the ceiling. Mark shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah,” he finally managed, “sounds great.” He looked over his shoulder as if hoping for an escape route. All of my friends turned towards me. They were not amused. My friends alienated me. They thought I was in on it. They stopped coming over and I stopped being invited over.
In retaliation, I asked her to help out more at home. Admittedly, she already did her fair share, I just wanted to see what would happen if I pushed her. I made up more chores to do at home and more errands run around town. She agreed, happily.
Then there was that one time she checked the mail completely nude, waving at neighbors...They waved back awkwardly. I was mortified. I didn't know how I could explain myself or face the neighbors knowing that this was who I lived with.
When she came back in, she knew what I was about to say. Calmly, she responded, “I have been watching a lot of public porn. I had to try it!” She did a twirl, showing off every inch of her perfect brown skin. At least she looked her best when she did it. Even though I was still in shock.
That night, my naked porn addicted roommate washed every dish in the sink while porn blasted from her bluetooth speaker. She scrubbed the toilet while giggling at hentai on her tablet. She was unstoppable.
The apartment became spotless. It gleamed. She had a system – porn in every room, earbuds in when I complained. Sometimes I caught her masturbating while folding my laundry. She would alternate hands and randomly hump the counter when both hands were needed. Of course her laptop was playing porn at the same time. When she noticed me, she would say “Hope you don't mind,” she'd say. “This really helps me focus.”
I wanted to scream.
And the worst part? She was functional. Like...terrifyingly functional.
She never missed a shift at work, paid her share of rent early, did grocery runs without being asked, and even got my favorite cereal. And when she came back, she'd strip off her clothes, queue up her videos, and sink back into the trance.
“You could be perfect,” I told her once, fists clenched. “If you'd just quit the porn.”
She smiled, eyes barely breaking her gaze from the screen. Her fingers didn't stop. “But then I wouldn't be me.”
I ran out of things to try. Nothing worked. Logic, shame, kindness, threats – nothing.
I'm desensitized now. I can walk past her sprawled on the couch, porn screaming from the speakers, her body a storm of lust—and I feel nothing… this is just who she is now. I eat cereal while she edges across from me. I vacuum while she moans in the hallway.
This is my life now. In reality, she's the only friend I have left now.
She's the perfect roommate.
And she will never stop gooning.
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