Fucking My Grunge Roommate

“FUUUCK!!!!” I screamed in anger as I walked through the front door, slamming it behind me.

An unimpressed stare from my grungy, curvaceous, neurodivergent firecracker of a roommate, Izzy, greeted my scowling face. She stood at the end of the hallway outside the small room she used as her home office for her freelance graphic design business, with her arms crossed.

“This has become a habit!” she seethed abrasively. A hip was pushed out to the side. Her short, rounded, smooth legs were exposed under the black sweater with a band’s logo she had designed. She was a talented artist, and most of her work came from the music industry.

“It’s just a bad day at work,” I huffed in reply.

“Bullshit!” she snapped, her tongue stud making her lisp. She pushed a strand of her fiery red hair behind her heavily pierced ear on the side that wasn’t shaved. The stud in her nose flared out with her nostrils. “You come home in a bad mood all the time. Why don’t you admit it to yourself that you hate your job?”

“I don’t hate my job. My boss is an asshole, that’s all!”

“Yeah, an asshole who’s making you hate your job.”

The funny thing about Izzy is that despite her abrasiveness, she’s a warm and caring person. At least she is to me. She is also someone who has found herself after some mental health issues and has her shit together. Being who she was meant to be. Unlike me, Mr Corporate IT. How we ended up living together, becoming close friends, I have no idea. We are so different.

“Well, it pays well.”

“Not well enough for me to look at your miserable face every evening.”

“Whatever! I’m going to drink a few beers and play video games to unwind.”

“Typical!” Izzy snarled, rolling her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” My anger rose at her criticism.

“You come home pissed off, then do something to unwind that makes you even more pissed off.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Well, why do you shout and swear all the time when you play?”

“Fuck off!” I snapped irritably and entered the lounge.

Before I could sit down, Izzy surprised me by following me.

“Ugh!” I cried out as Izzy’s fist punched me hard in the gut, knocking the breath out of me. I fell back onto the sofa, gasping for air.

When I had recovered my breath, I found Izzy on top of me, straddling my lap. Her face, an inch from mine. Her arms around my neck.

“That was for disrespecting me,” she snarled at me. She then pressed her soft lips into mine. “That’s to shut you up. Do you know about bonobos?”

“What?”

“Bonobos, they’re an ape whose females calm the males by fucking them.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“When was the last time you fucked, Jake?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fucking ages, because you’re always in a bad mood, and you’re in a bad mood because you’re not fucking anyone.”

“So?”

“So, I’ve had enough. You’re going to fuck me, so you’re less stressed.”

“You’re crazy!” I exclaimed quietly, not sounding convincing as Izzy ground herself on my lap.

“There he is,” she smiled with satisfaction, feeling me harden under her, before she removed her sweatshirt and threw it behind her. Her large breasts swelled from the confines of her plain black bra. She knew she had me. We were going to fuck. My cock had already made that decision for me.

My hands instinctively circled her hips and took hold of her plump ass.

“Good boy,” Izzy whispered.

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, and I kissed her. Our mouths opened. Our tongues touched, and I was lost. I heard Izzy exhale with contentment. She leaned into our sensual kiss, pressing her mouth harder against mine. Her arms tightened around my neck. Her body ground harder against me.

“Okay,” her expression full of surprise. Her chest was rising and falling, breathing hard.

“Only ‘okay’?”

“Okay, as in I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t expecting a kiss like that, dumb ass!” Izzy pressed her mouth back on mine for more. “Shit! You’re a good kisser, but what else have you got?”

She undid a few buttons on my shirt until it was loose enough to pull over my head and discard on the floor.

“Dumb ass is the right name for you,” my roommate sighed disapprovingly as her eyes judged my physique while her fingers caressed my bare torso.

“What do you mean by dumb…” Izzy’s forceful, demanding kiss silenced my words.

“No talking, just fucking,” she replied sternly. “You have a really bad attitude, you know that?” Her legs widened so she could press harder on my hard-on to remind me of what I was supposed to be doing. “Why am I doing all the work?”

Izzy moaned softly, feeling my hot breath and soft kisses that went from her neck to the swell of her breasts.

“Finally!” she gasped, as I unhooked her bra and freed her from its tight confines.

“Shit!” I whispered, entranced by the full, pale beauty of her breasts. This grungy punk of a woman was surprising me in every way.

I latched onto her nipple, and it hardened between my lips. Her breasts felt soft to my kiss.

Izzy’s eyes closed, her head tilted to the side, and an expression of bliss revealed itself with a smile. This wasn’t the Izzy I was used to, but it was one I loved seeing.

Two hands softly took hold of my head on either side, pulling me reluctantly away from the objects of my desire, and a pair of lips pressed themselves against mine.

“You’re making me wet, dumbass,” Izzy told me, but her voice was less abrasive. Her eyes were lustful.

She smiled wickedly and slid from my lap to the floor. Fumbling at my trousers, she smiled at me wickedly and knowingly. I lifted myself to push my trousers down to my ankles with my boxers. My hard cock sprang free.

“Not bad! You’re full of surprises today, Jake,” Izzy smiled, eyebrows raised as her hand stroked my cock. “Do you like tongue studs, Jake?”

“Tongue studs? I don’t….” I began before my eyes rolled to the back of my head as Izzy ran her studded tongue up the length of my cock. “Holy shit!” I cried when she reached the top. Izzy laughed wickedly. My mind went blank. Reason, logic, time and space no longer mattered. What Izzy was doing with her studded tongue was driving me wild as she devoured my cock.

Then I felt an overwhelming loss as my cock left Izzy’s mouth.

“You’re supposed fuck me, remember?” she said, mind reluctantly coming back to reality. Her tone was abrasive. Her expression brimmed with satisfaction, knowing what she had done to me.

Using my thighs to pull herself up from the floor, Izzy positioned herself on all fours on the sofa, looking behind her. Her plump, panty-covered ass was facing me enticingly, challenging me to touch it. To squeeze it. To kiss it.

“What are you doing?” Izzy demanded curtly. “Have you never fucked before? Bonobos, remember?”

She knew what she was doing and what she was saying by bruising my male ego. Of course, I’ve fucked before. I just hadn’t fucked a woman like Izzy.

Now forced to prove my masculinity, my fingers grabbed the elastic on her panties, and I roughly pulled them down. Her aroma filled my nostrils, and it drew me in.

I ran my hands over her delectable ass, feeling its softness. Firm it wasn’t, but that made it more irresistible. Her exposed hole stared at me. Teasing me and wanting me. I knew it did.

I resisted. Planting slow, soft kisses on Izzy’s cheeks, enjoying, savouring each one. A feminine, contented sigh of a moan came from in front of the focus of my attention. My eyes drew back to her hole. I wanted it. It wanted me.

Still, I resisted.

Needing to taste her, I changed my focus to her pussy. She said she was wet. She lied. She was soaking. I would never have imagined Izzy would ever have been this turned on. That made what I was doing feel special.

Izzy tasted like her personality. Rebellious. Dangerous. Vulnerable.

We weren’t fucking like bonobos anymore. It wasn’t a quick fuck to calm me down and relieve my stress anymore. Pleasing Izzy became important to me as I circled the hole where my cock would soon go.

I heard a slow intake of breath, then a long silence before Izzy exhaled. I felt her juices slide across my taste buds and down my throat. I had never tasted anything better.

Then my thumb touched her other hole. It was dry to the touch. It was calling me.

My resistance crumbled.

“What the fucking hell….” A confused moan. A voice filled with unexpected pleasure.

I rimmed her rear hole. It lacked the taste of Izzy’s pussy, but for some reason, it was more alluring. Addictive. I knew as my tongue circled her hole that I would want to do it again.

Frustrated at a lack of orgasm, I slid two fingers into Izzy’s pussy while I rimmed her asshole. Her ass rose as she buried her face into the sofa to silence evidence of an ecstasy she didn’t want to confess to.

Only when I got the orgasm I wanted, did I stop. My saliva made Izzy’s hole glisten with happiness. My work was done. Almost.

Bonobos, remember?

My cock was welcomed inside Izzy’s pussy with a gasp. I paused. It felt so good inside her. I knew then that I had wanted this for a long time. I hadn’t had sex for so long because I wanted this.

I wasn’t gentle. I pounded her. Izzy’s ass shook with each thrust, and she pushed back into my thrusts, making impatient noises that were followed by noises of relief.

My thrusts became faster until I erupted inside her with a painful growl.

I remained still. I didn’t move, still buried inside her. I felt overwhelmed. I felt emotional. Feelings washed over me that I never thought possible, caused by an act I never thought I would ever do.

“Izzy,” I whispered, seeing she wasn’t moving. I gently kissed her back, and that brought her back to life.

She turned around and threw her arms around me. I held her tight. She felt good in my arms.

“Dumbass!” she whispered in my ear. “We were only supposed to fuck like bonobos. Why did you have to do that?”

“Izzy, I think I…” She kissed me so that I wouldn’t say it.

“I know,” was all she replied. An unexpected emotional softness to her expression that I hadn’t seen before. “That thing you did…”

“You were the first.” That made her smile. She didn’t care about why.

Izzy then came back to life. She wiped away a solitary tear from her cheek. A kiss. Then a serious expression.

“I want this again, but I can’t until you sort your life out. You’re a talented web designer, Jake. You shouldn’t waste yourself in a job that makes you unhappy and tries to make you into someone you’re not. You’re never happy. Go freelance like me. I could pass on so much work to you. I’m constantly asked to build websites. It’s frustrating that the person I want them to talk to won’t do it.”

“You’re right,” I told her, feeling I was at a turning point in my life. “Shit! I’ll quit tomorrow.”

A smile and a kiss to begin an unexpected future.

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