The Two Flatmates (one male joiner)

[peachplumpie]

Sofie idly swiveled in her office chair as she clicked her way through another game of Bejeweled and waited for her friend to respond to her last message. It was 2am on Saturday morning already, but whenever she didn't have classes the next day the slim young lady had a habit of staying up way too late, usually doing nothing except IMing friends and checking Facebook. She was wearing a lime green tank top and a pair of white cotton panties, as it was still late Summer and the nights were pretty warm. She might have even had the window in her room open, but she'd closed it earlier when the street it looked out onto started getting full of drunken students.

Thinking about this, she was reminded of her flatmate. He was out with his friends from class tonight, for the fourth or fifth time since the start of term. He didn't go out often, but when he did he seemed to have the habit of getting very drunk, which for him was pretty noticeable. The guy was usually rather quiet and awkward around Sofie when they did run into each other, which wasn't often considering how much time he usually spent in his room. However, once he had a few beers in him (or shots, or glasses of wine, or whatever he drinks, thought Sofie) he became a whole other guy: loud, self-confident, gregarious and rather fixated on Sofie. Even a little handsy, sometimes. The first time he came home drunk he'd found her watching TV in the living room, and they'd had their longest conversation since she moved into the spare room. The second time Sofie had been out herself, and they'd come home together after meeting in the club. Being rather drunk as well, she'd joined him in his room and allowed him to pull her onto his lap while they read Cracked articles together, but then bid him goodnight when he'd suggested she take off her "uncomfortable" jeans. The third time had been even weirder. Sofie had been taking a late bath when she heard him come home and bang on the bathroom door, complaining of sickness. When she'd emerged in a towel a few seconds later, he'd acted like nothing was wrong and engaged her in conversation, eventually following her to her room. After ten minutes of talking, still in the towel, and subtly implying that she needed to get changed, he'd simply said "sure, go ahead", forcing Sofie to straight-up ask him to leave, which to his credit he responded to right away.

Sofie was a very friendly girl, but a little shy when it came to sexual matters, and quite lacking in confidence about her own body. She'd briefly dated her flatmate in their first year of university, her first real boyfriend, but after six months of devoted partnership and exactly two instances of sex they'd decided to break it off. He was now living with their other first-year flatmate, Alan, and by most accounts they were a couple.

Sofie shifted in her chair, biting her lip and thinking back to her last encounter with her drunk flatmate again. At the time she'd just been flustered and embarrassed, but in retrospect his attention was a bit of a turn on. She imagined what it might have been like if she's consented to taking the towel off in front of him...

Hearing some loud drunken chanting from the street below, the slim female was jolted back to reality. I should put some jeans on before he gets back... she thought to herself, before idly starting another game of Bejeweled.

(PM me if you'd like to join. Preferably you'll try and get me drunk, act friendly but a little pervy and maybe challenge me to a game of truth or dare. )

 

[StFornicate]

It was approximately a half-mile stumble from "The Library", Tommy's favorite bar in this college town, back to the flat he shared with Sofie. Last call had come and gone, and Tommy and two of his buddies (the two that had made it that long, both as drunk as he was) started to head back towards the student housing neighborhood.

Well, he wasn't totally smashed. Just saucy enough that he was feeling really good. A lovely buzz going. His normally reserved, studious demeanor tossed aside. He and his buddies were laughing and carrying on as they walked down the street. One of the guys sparked up a joint, and Tommy took a couple hits off the sticky sweet weed. Hell, it was like two in the morning. Who gives a fuck about a little weed, right?

Up ahead, he saw his building, and he noticed that the light was on his flatmate's room. Sofie was quite the little hottie, and Tommy had been harboring a major crush on her since she'd moved in. Unfortunately, he only seemed to really be able to chat with her when he was well-lubricated... And at the moment, he was very much looking forward to seeing just what she was up to at 2am!

They got to the building, and he bid his friends goodnight before climbing up the three flights of stairs to the flat he shared with Sofie. He fumbled with the keys a bit, but managed to unlock the door and made it inside.

"Sofie?" he called out. The trim brunette had been on his mind more and more lately. Her presence in his apartment was, frankly, a little unnerving. But, that was mostly due to his own nervousness and the attraction he had to her. "You still up?" he said loudly, making his way towards her room, grabbing a pre-mix bottle of SoCo and Lime on the way. Her door was open just a bit, and he pushed it all the way, leaning against the doorframe.

"How about a nightcap?" he asked her with a smirk, looking at her from across the room.