femme fatale //short stories

The Roommate Agreement ®

An oldie

EDITED 09/6/2020

WAKING UP WAS no longer the hassle it used to be, and coming from someone who absolutely despises getting up in the morning, that shit speaks volumes. 

I now welcomed the streaks of sunlight that peeked through my dark grey curtains, indicating the beginning of a new day. Instead of dreading the morning hours I now looked forward to enduring the eternal fight that is willing my eyes to open before eleven o'clock and stay open, because I knew I'd be able to see her again.

The relationship I had with my roommate Giana was an interesting one to say the least. What began as a simple living situation to save some money while still living in a spacious apartment turned intimate shortly after she moved in and we quickly realized there was a mutual attraction to one another. 

In the beginning, the sex between us was meaningless. A simple, no strings attached relationship that was built solely on trust, lust and exclusivity. We wanted to have fun while still living our day to day life as young, sociable young women, without the worry of commitment. So, to ensure there were no misunderstandings, we formed an agreement. 

While in the apartment, we belonged to one another. Outside of the apartment though, it was any other woman's game. Those were the terms we agreed upon a little over three years ago, and those are the terms we abide by. 

Things stayed the same up until a few months when the emotions on my end began to change. The transition wasn't immediate. It was gradual and incredibly slow-moving. So slow in fact, I couldn't really pinpoint a point in time where everything changed. From what I do know, somewhere, sometimes, I found myself noticing the little things she did, the unique quirks of her personality that only added to her natural charm. 

The time we spent together wasn't enough, despite living together. I wanted to see her more often, be with her more often— and not just physically. I craved her presence and her time because she genuinely brought a light into my life, a happiness that wasn't my own. 

The signs were there, but I had only just realized what they meant a few weeks ago. 

I had grown to love my roommate. 

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WITH MY BACK propped up comfortably against the plush leather of the headboard, I absentmindedly ran my fingers through strands of golden hair as it flowed down a smooth back. 

Memories of the previous night still lingered fresh in my mind, making it almost impossible to rid the conflicted emotions I felt deep within. Even though it happened hours ago, I could still feel her lips on mine. Her hands-on my body. The divine taste of her skin. The faded sounds of her moans still ringing in my ears as she begged me for more, to not stop making her feel good. 

She was everywhere I looked, often occupying my mind when she had no business being there in the first place. She wasn't my girlfriend nor my wife, she was just someone I fooled around with. Someone I knew I shouldn't care for in that way, but did anyway; stupidly and foolishly. 

With a sigh, I carefully slid out from underneath the warm covers and rose, all the while being mindful of my movements as to not disturb the feminine silhouette that lay still beneath the covers, sleeping soundly. Before exiting the bedroom to head into the kitchen, I threw on a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt.