Goonette Roommate Part 5
Acceptance
They have 'the talk'
I woke up to the familiar, if not constant, sound of porn playing. Michelle does this on weekends now. Even if she’s not actively gooning, every screen she owns has porn on it. I noticed she’d left the couch, and I could hear the shower running. I didn’t see the point in getting dressed anymore. Michelle is always naked, and she saw everything last night.
On weekends, I usually put on my noise-canceling headphones and stay in my room. Michelle is kind enough to turn the porn down when she notices. She’s still a nice person, after all.
She’s good to me. Pays her half of everything. Makes sure there’s always toilet paper. Sometimes she even makes breakfast. This morning, she did just that. Some bacon and biscuits were left on the stove with a note:
“I hope you’re okay after last night. I’m here if you want to talk. I know it changes things when your body starts to respond to porn.”
For the first time, I left my bedroom naked. I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at the note and my breakfast. Even when she’s not in the room, she reminds me that porn is her world now. But I didn’t feel any bad feelings. Minus the porn, this woman is perfect. She made me breakfast and thought about me. Most people don’t think about me anymore. She didn’t freak out when I got naked. Michelle is pretty cool. It’s just a shame she’s devoted her life to complete depravity.
I sighed, grabbed a piece of bacon, and munched. She cooks it perfectly. I looked around the apartment. She cleaned everything. The couch, the covers, even her dildos were lined up neatly, like they belong in the living room. She even changed the porn she normally plays—just naked women posing in heels and masturbating. In some perverted way, she set a good mood this morning. But why does it have to be porn?
The apartment is perfect. Clean. Peaceful. Well, aside from the constant sex noises. The dishes are done. The rent’s on time. The fridge is full. Who would leave a roommate like her?
Is it really that bad?
Living with a goonette?
I don’t know anymore.
Michelle finished her shower and appeared in the living room wearing nipple clamps, her favorite clit-sucker buzzing inside her vagina. I could hear her toy buzzing before I saw her. Buzzing sounds like that are normal for me now.
“Good morning. I hope you slept okay,” she said.
I didn’t meet Michelle’s eyes as she grabbed a piece of bacon and started munching. I was too busy wondering if those nipple clamps hurt. She smiled and looked at me. “Yes, they feel good. Eyes up here, silly,” she teased. Then she looked me up and down, checking out my body. I wasn’t nearly as beautiful as she was, but I felt like I had a decent figure. She gave me a warm smile and said, “I see you’re still naked. I like that. I hope you get used to it.”
I admitted I didn’t see the point in getting dressed anymore. She’d seen everything last night anyway. In that moment, I found the resolve to confront her.
“I still don’t get why anyone would want a life like this,” I said, my tone sharp with mild annoyance.
Michelle responded as if she’d rehearsed it, but with genuine sincerity. “I knew this conversation would happen eventually. I’ll try to explain everything. I’ve never had friends who actually liked me growing up. I was the quiet outcast and a late bloomer. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Yes, I have my looks now, but when I was younger, when things mattered, I wasn’t treated kindly because of my appearance. So I became more withdrawn and isolated. It was only a matter of time before I found comfort in solo activities and, eventually, porn.”
I decided to sit down. I had a feeling this was a long-overdue conversation. For once, I felt like we were just two normal college roommates having a heart-to-heart.
And then, Michelle adjusted her sex toy. She changed the vibrator settings, let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, and started to speak again. In an instant, that normal moment was gone again.
“Even before I came out as my real self, you were always nice to me. The least I can do now is keep the apartment spotless to thank you.” Mid-sentence, she made another adjustment to her clit-sucker, sliding it out gently and back inside her pussy, careful to keep it in place, like this was the most normal thing in the world. I don’t even question things anymore. I noticed her thighs were already wet, and it was only 10 a.m. I had to interrupt her.
“You know, you’re perfect except for this,” I told her.
“Except for what?” Michelle asked with a smirk, the hum of her clit-sucker slightly audible over the porn playing in the living room.
“The porn, the sexual everything... the gooning,” I said.
Michelle smiled warmly, no malice in her response. “So? I get it. I understand. It doesn’t change anything though.” She walked back to the couch, adjusting her nipple clamps along the way. “I’m still the Michelle you know. I’m just naked and watch a lot of porn now, but I’m still the same.”
There was a long pause. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I felt numb, helpless. I was starting to accept that this was my life now. I just stood there, defeated. I held my head down, staring at my bare feet in silence. That moment we had, where I thought we were having a normal conversation, had turned back to porn once again.
I didn’t even notice Michelle had gotten up, set her sex toys down, and walked over to me. She put her hands on my shoulders. My bare skin hadn’t felt anyone’s touch in a long time. It was almost foreign. I jumped a little.
“You’re not alone,” Michelle said. “You don’t have to go day in and day out like a robot. I know it’s been hard since your friends left you. I noticed. I know you’ve had a lot on your mind. You haven’t talked about new dates or anything interesting like that. Also, I know last night rattled you. You didn’t expect porn to have that effect on you. I was just trying to get you to relax and let it happen. Sorry that moment kind of backfired. I went through all of that in my freshman year. I just didn’t tell you. The moment you realize how good porn really is rocks your core. It makes you question things. I felt alone, but I eventually found my way. And through all of that, you accepted me. I was quiet and working through things. I felt more awkward than ever before. But you didn’t call me weird. You always treated me with kindness. In return, I was able to come out as my true self. You made it safe for me. I wouldn’t be here, or this deep, if it wasn’t for your acceptance.”
I looked up at her, almost teary-eyed. She really was the perfect roommate. She saw me struggling. I didn’t even know she was paying attention to me. I thought she was always lost in her porn world. I didn’t realize she was observing me or even acknowledging me.
Then something unexpected happened. Michelle turned off the TV and walked around the room, turning off all her extra porn screens. For the first time in months, the apartment was free of porn sounds. For the first time in months, nothing overtly sexual was in front of me... (well, besides my naked roommate and her clit-sucker)
“I’m going to give you a day to process things,” she said. “I’ll masturbate in my room today. I’ll give you some space. I’m sorry.”
I could tell Michelle was a little hurt. Maybe she thought I was okay with everything until now. She started to clean the kitchen. I stopped her. “It’s okay. I know you need to watch porn. I won’t stop you. Thank you for telling me everything you said. I can handle things from here.” I wanted to say more, but she was already retreating to her room. The room felt a little lighter. She gave a warm smile said “ok” and started to walk away. “But if you need to talk about anything, I'll be here for you, just knock.” She really was a good person despite the porn.
I didn’t know I had become her safe space. I always believed in treating others with kindness. I just thought she was quiet and eccentric when we were in the dorms. I didn't know I was validating her or making her feel acknowledged. I wasn’t sure why her blatant nudity and porn-watching had become so open and overt. But it all made sense now.
I didn’t realize she had suffered in silence, trying to find herself. This was her identity. This is how she reclaimed who she really is. This brought her safety and empowerment. I couldn’t take that away from her.
As I stood there processing everything, I watched her glide back into her room to start gooning again. I was staring at her perfect ass and I'm not even gay. I’m living with a porn-addicted goddess; I’m just going to let her be who she’s supposed to be.
I still can’t believe I’m enabling my roommate’s porn addiction.
I can't believe I have been naked this whole time.
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