Goonette Roommate Part 3
I’ll show her.
(she didn’t)
I thought I'd make a point.
It was spite. Pure spite. Michelle was on the floor again, legs spread, porn on three screens. She winked at me as I passed by, fingers deep inside herself, moaning without a care in the world.
I had a few days off. No work. No plans. No classes. My friends weren’t answering anymore. They were sick of hearing about the “perfect naked roommate.” It had never been the same when they walked in on Michelle. No one took me seriously anymore.
If I was still living with her, clearly it wasn't a problem. That's the thing. It was. But she was literally perfect if you took away the porn.
I have not lifted a finger to do any chores for months now. She literally does everything. My only price to pay (it seems) is to live in porn with her. I could transition into far worse situations; that's how I reasoned it in my mind. But I still couldn't shake it off.
So, that day, I snapped.
“Fine,” I said aloud. “Fine. Let's see how dumb this actually is. You can’t possibly get this much pleasure by masturbating to porn every day!”
I stripped slowly, deliberately. She barely looked up. I sat beside her. I mimicked her movements, one eye on the flickering screen. I moaned a little, mockingly. She smiled. But it was not any ordinary smile. It felt like a knowing. But I kept going.
“Now you're getting it,” she purred.
“I'm making a point,” I said, hand moving with a jerky parody of hers.
But...
I didn't stop.
At some point, the mockery blurred. The screen was so close, so bright, so loud. The room felt heavy with heat and slick, endless wet rhythm.
I felt it.
I hated that I felt it. I felt my pussy slowly but surely betray me. I guess it was my fault for neglecting my sexual needs while my roommate had an orgy in her mind everyday. I was so pent up. I really didn’t focus on dating because all I could think about was my naked roommate rubbing her life away.
It was just porn. Just actors. Just a screen. Nothing real. No one's actually there. It's not connection, it's static. It's supposed to be garnish, a spice. Not the meal. Not the feast.
And yet...
Something shifted.
I didn't stop touching myself. Tonight... my body continued to betray me. I would feel my mind fade as a deep arousal grew from within. I couldn't stop. I liked this.
Michelle reached over and held my wrist, guiding the rhythm. She slowed my movements like hers as if silently telling me to savor this feeling. My hand continued to disobey every command to stop touching. Instead, my hand just followed Michelle’s rhythm. And it felt amazing. I was masturbating and watching porn while naked.. in front of my roommate. What has she done to me? In that moment, that question faded as I tried not to think about this. It just felt too good to stop.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to. I didn't stop. Deep down, I didn't want to.
Eventually, I snapped out of it. My legs obeyed me. I ran to my room naked. Leaving all of my clothing on the floor, I slammed the door and buried my face in the pillow.
This isn’t happening. I’m not like her. I'm normal. I don't want this. I was making a point. Porn shouldn’t feel like sex; Masturbating shouldn't replace sex.
I’m in control.
Aren't I?
—We will now shift the narrative to Michelle—
Hey everyone, it's Michelle here. While my roommate is having a breakdown, I thought I'd step in and finish this chapter. I wanted to share.
This didn’t happen all at once. I grew into this lifestyle over time.
I used to be “normal.” I dated when I was a freshman. I watched the occasional porn clip and got off to it when I was horny. I thought it was just for fun...just a way to blow off steam. Something private...something you did late at night when no one else was awake.
Then I started edging.
At first, it was just a wild idea. Something I had read about online. Something ‘gooners’ do. That term was new to me too. But I wanted to try it for myself.
I kept myself on edge, stretching the pleasure, making it feel deeper. But then I started losing hours. Whole afternoons where I'd forget to eat. Porn was on.
My body moved. The orgasm never came, and I didn't want it to.
I thought I was losing control. I panicked. Swore it off. Deleted everything. Made it three days before I broke down. And that's when it hit me – this was more than a porn addiction.
I realized I didn’t need to quit; I needed to own it.
Porn wasn't the problem; shame was. Hiding was. Resisting made it stronger. Embracing made it mine.
So I tested it. When I was alone, I watched porn while cleaning, eating, doing yoga. I didn’t fall apart. I got focused. Calm. Devoted.
My mind sharpened inside the haze. My fingers became pure ritual. My breath, a prayer. When we were in our dorm room together, I hid my growing porn obsession. For 2 years I lived a double life for fear of being found out. My roommate is so nice; she's a little guarded about her true nature, but she's a good person. I really liked her, so I wanted to be respectful.
She’s the one who approached me and suggested we get a place off campus. Being able to get a little more privacy with someone I know and trust just felt right. But it also gave me ideas. Once the lease was signed, maybe I could escalate things. She surprisingly agreed to a 2-year lease. What I didn’t expect was how easy she would make this.
When we moved in together, I didn’t plan to bring my gooning habits out into the open. But she was so stiff and serious. She'd walk in while I was edging and act like I wasn't even there. The first time it truly was an accident. The next few times I tested her. I could tell she was judging me in her mind, but she didn’t stop me. That was the signal.
So I kept going.
Bit by bit, I let the mask slip. Left doors open. Then I started going around the apartment naked. Then I started masturbating in the living room. Then I started turning the volume up. Her walls were starting to crack. Her glares turned to silence. Her silence to nervous glances. Her glances became stares when she thought I wasn’t looking. Then she brought friends over, hoping to embarrass me.
This was the perfect opportunity to pull her deeper into my world. I knew if I normalized my lifestyle in front of them, it would strain their friendship. Her friends were all prudes and I heard them talking about her behind her back a while ago. I knew she was better off with porn instead of those people. My plan worked.
She didn’t go out as much after that day. I felt sorry for her, but that means porn could slowly chip away at her.
So I started to double down.
I moaned louder. I deleted my shame a long time ago thanks to her silent compliance.
By this time, I was so used to living naked and openly masturbating that I was practically unstoppable. I had the looks. I had the resolve. I had the confidence.
Her retaliation against me was more chores. I guess her strategy was to be overbearing I would leave. I knew she was no longer doing her fair share, but we signed that 2-year lease. I wasn’t gonna break it and I knew she wouldn’t either.. I embraced all of her demands. Yes, I had to put clothes on and spend less time with porn, but by now my goal was to gaslight her.
I knew I needed to play porn louder. I knew I could put porn on my tablet and show her how functional I truly was living like this. I would do everything she demanded and still be the naked porn-addicted freak I always wanted to be.
She asked me to get the mail. I went out naked. She didn’t ask me to get the mail anymore. It was so fun though.
When I wasn’t deep in a goon trance, I cleaned everything until the place sparkled – while my pussy and thighs were visibly wet. Sometimes I would wear my clit sucker so I could edge hands-free. Walking was fun like that... shaking, edging... It was so hard not to cum… but that was part of the fun after all. Not cumming for days makes everything so much more intense.
She thought she was punishing me. But every restriction she gave was an opportunity to deepen the trance in new ways. Eating cereal while masturbating and watching porn is a skill. She gave me so many skills. I thanked her every time. Genuinely.
Then one day it happened. She joined me.
Naked, awkward, defiant. I could tell she was mocking. But I didn’t care. She sat next to me. Matched my rhythm.
And then I heard it.
The sound of her body betraying her. Her pussy was getting wet. That all too familiar wet macaroni sound we all know and love as goonettes.
I could smell her arousal above my own. I knew she was pent up. Her breath was quickening. It’s hard to get a man when your roommate deliberately alienates you from your friends and gaslights you to become this way. I knew I was a distraction. I wanted her to give in. But porn was right there. She didn’t stop me when I reached out and gently guided her wrist. I think at this point, she was open to welcome any kind of touch. She didn't fight me. It seems she had some future potential.
As expected, though, eventually she got up and ran to her room.
But I smiled. She didn’t grab her clothes. Parts of her old self were eroding even if she didn’t realize it. There was hope that she would eventually come around.
I know she’ll keep fighting it. I know she will keep lying to herself.
I know what I’m doing is working.
And I'm patient.
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