OOC: Evie Danton. 20 years old. 5'2". 105 pounds. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Slim, boyish body.
It was about three in the morning when my roommate came staggering in. She was drunk again, of course. No big surprise. When you're a tall, beautiful blonde, there's never a shortage of horny guys willing to pay for your drinks.
And Lindsay never said no.
To a free drink.
She said no to most of the horny guys, though. She was pretty selective about the guys she let in her bed. We'd been living together for about two years now, and there hadn't been more than two or three...
She lived dangerously. I worried about her constantly. But some force seemed to be watching out for her. She never got into too much trouble.
Just once I wish she would.
With me.
I'm gay, you see, and I'm head over heels in love with my roommate. She knows about the first part, but she's clueless about the second.
She doesn't know. And I'll never tell her.
But sometimes fate intervenes, though. Like tonight. Coming home, Lindsay stripped completely out of he clothes and slipped into bed.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong bed. It was my bed. With me in it. And as I feel her wonderful body mold itself to mine, I start thinking.
Naughty thoughts.
Bad thoughts.
Bad, bad thoughts.....
It was about three in the morning when my roommate came staggering in. She was drunk again, of course. No big surprise. When you're a tall, beautiful blonde, there's never a shortage of horny guys willing to pay for your drinks.
And Lindsay never said no.
To a free drink.
She said no to most of the horny guys, though. She was pretty selective about the guys she let in her bed. We'd been living together for about two years now, and there hadn't been more than two or three...
She lived dangerously. I worried about her constantly. But some force seemed to be watching out for her. She never got into too much trouble.
Just once I wish she would.
With me.
I'm gay, you see, and I'm head over heels in love with my roommate. She knows about the first part, but she's clueless about the second.
She doesn't know. And I'll never tell her.
But sometimes fate intervenes, though. Like tonight. Coming home, Lindsay stripped completely out of he clothes and slipped into bed.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong bed. It was my bed. With me in it. And as I feel her wonderful body mold itself to mine, I start thinking.
Naughty thoughts.
Bad thoughts.
Bad, bad thoughts.....
