13) Random Craigslist roommate that turned out to be a hot ass lesbian that I ended up sleeping with - Part 2

Continued....

As I'm watching whatever it was I was watching, my roommate comes wandering out of her bedroom wearing nothing but a tiny little black thong and a spaghetti string cropped tank top. I actually heard, "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Before I even realized she was there. "I didn't know you were home." she said as she tried to cover up. I just bust out laughing and say, "No worries sweetie, nothing I haven't seen before." And she laughed, "yeah, I know" gave up on trying to be modest and continued on to the kitchen to refill her wine. She scooted back through pretty quick and stopped at the hallway and asked, "Are you in for the night?" Told her I was done for the night and wasn't going anywhere. Then she said "Good, I need to vent" and came over and sat on the other side of the couch with me and covered up with a blanket I keep on the couch. I asked, "Am I going to need a beer to listen to this?" She couldn't really say, so I told her, "**** it, you've got your wine, I'm getting a beer." Luckily with the booze already in my system, it didn't take much to get the buzz back on track. So she starts in about how she had called off the engagement. I told her I had noticed she wasn't wearing the rign anymore, but just didn't want to bring it up. She explained that her Ex had evidently been cheating on her snd seeing other women, and some of her mutual friends ratted her out and she never ever wanted to see her or deal with her again. Then she tells me how the same girls that keep hitting her up on Facebook and asking her out and all sorts of other craziness. And then the oddest comment of the night, "......and I don't even know if I'm gay anymore." This caught me off guard as she was not just one of these girls who was experimenting with the concept. She came out of the closet at 16, much to her boyfriends disappointment since she cut him off just shy of actual P to the V intercourse, and had been with women ever since. Not a gold star lesbian like her Ex, but pretty close. So of course the first thing I asked her was, "What do you mean you don't know if you're still gay? Do you still like eating *****?" Which got a resounding "Yes, I absolutley love it. I love everything about women." So I told her, "OK, Then you're still a lesbian. Pretty easy test." Then she claimed, "Well, I just don't know. I've been finding myself attracted to men lately and my psychiatrist keeps suggesting that I try it out to see." Now this is exactly the kind of advice I'd expect from a Right Winged Conservative Christian Army Psychiatrist to tell a young gay soldier, especially before they repealed Don't Ask Don't Tell. I told her flat out that the shrink had an agenda and she needed to see the Army appointed therapist strictly for her PTSD and other Army related issues, if she had any other issues she needed to get through she needed an unbiased therapist. At this point she needed another glass of wine so she hopped up to get one. Only she didn't take the easy route around the coffee table, she decided to crawl over me in her skimpy little get up. I asked her to get me another beer while she was up and so she returned with my beer and her wine and again, just crawled over me to get back onto the couch and covered back up. Honestly, gay or not, it was already hard enough to focus knowing she was half naked just a couple feet away, climbing over me half naked was not helping. Very soon after that, some comedian came on whatever chanel was still on TV. A comedian she evidently liked so she asked whether we could watch it. I hadn't seen the act, so I was fine with leaving it on so I told her sure, no problem. Then she asked, "Is it ok if I curl up with you?" Now my mind is working overtime. Surely she wasn't coming on to me, it was just drunken imagination. But it was very odd behavior, especially considering our conversation. So I tell her no problem and she scoots over next to me an curls up on me. Thank God for beer, because I was soon in need of another. Asked her if she needed another glass of wine, which got a positive response. This time I fetch the drinks.

I return to the couch with our drinks and she curls back into position as soon as I sit back down. I have my beer in my left hand over the arm of the couch and my free arm up around her shoulder as she nuzzled up to my chest and continued on her wine. We drink and laugh at the comedian on tv and then I notice she was holding my right hand and before I know it she is sucking on my fingers. "Uh-Oh!" I thought, This was not simply my imagination running wild. I stare straight ahead at the tv and continue drinking my beer as if nothing is happening, though I can no longer seem to find anything the comedian is saying funny. I finally look down at her as she pulled my fingers out of her mouth and started rubbing my hand on her tits. She looked back up at me and she immediately pushed my hand down from her tits straight into her panties. At this point there was no denying what was happening. Whereas she had been guiding my hands previously, I knew exactly what was expected from that point and took over. So I finished off my beer and freed up my left hand to work the tits while ole righty got into the nitty gritty of it. But I'm almost immediately in a pickle, because while I know exactly how to progress with straight chick, this girl had never actually had straight sex. What the **** was the limit here? But, it wasn't long before she flat out asked, "Can we have sex?" All I can think to myself is "This is a really, Really bad idea." but what I said was "Yeah, If you're sure you really, Really want to." She confirmed that she did indeed want to try it out, so my pants finally came off too.

We finished off and she seemed to have been very pleased with the overall experience. Either that or she learned how she was supposed to react from watching porn. I pretty much figure all women fake it, regardless of sexual orientation. Though I'd like to believe she was legitimately satisfied. She did want to go at it again promptly afterwards, which I unfortunately had to explain to her that I was going to need a little re-coup time as I couldn't manage back to back quite as proficiently as I could when I was her age. Though once I was up for it again, it was on. Being that we were no longer watching TV, we decided to retire to my bedroom for round 2. It was then that I remembered I had been washing my bedsheets just before I left for Vegas and had a bare bed. That really didn't matter at that moment as we worked in another session. It was afterwards that covers were needed, but we managed with just the comforter. Woke up the next morning completely sober and naked wrapped up like a burrito in my comforter with my roommate. Immediately I begin wondering how drunk she was and if he remembered anything, because that could make for a very odd situation. She woke shortly afterwards and luckily knew where she was, knew she was in bed with me and knew what had happened the previous night. Now sober, I figured I'd see if she was still curious, I mean I figured I was already going to Hell, why not shoot for the deepest level. So I start getting a little touchy feely and caressing her. She ask's "are you trying to turn me on?" And I ask, "Depends, is is working?" I was happy to get a yes out of her and some good old fashioned morning sex. Afterwards she got out got up to go walk her dog and then crashed back out in her own bed leaving me to sleep off the rest of the morning on my own. I found out later that not only was I the first man she'd ever had sex with, but that morning I became the first person she ever had sex with while sober. I wasn't really sure what to think about that.

Now it's the next day and it appears to be business as usual. We joked about it and made reference to it, and basically it seemed like any other weekend at the house when I actually happened to be at the house. Thing was, I had to tell someone about it, I mean that **** just doesn't happen, maybe in the pages of Penthouse Forum Letters, but not in real life. So I texted my buddy who's family being in town resulted in my coming home to get myself into the current situation and told him everything under the condtion that he kept his mouth shut. I needed to see how this was going to play out before making it public record. He agreed and thoroughly enjoyed hearing about it. His brother was going back to Florida soon, so I told him it was safe to tell him the story and to thank him for me. Later I got a call from one of my best friends who happened to be in town for the holiday. Told him I had a hell of a story for him and we set up to meet for beers. Being out of town I figured that he could avoid the gossip mill. So I told him the whole story over a couple beers and just got an astonished look out of him. We discussed the pros and cons, non of which I can remember because we were firmly on our way to being drunk. Then got a text from a bunch of buddies that they were going to Hooters on Kirby, so he and I moved along to meet them. One of the guys there being my other buddy that I had previously told under the condition he'd keep his mouth shut about it. Putting Buddy 1 and Buddy 2 in the same room together was not a very smart idea. It didn't take long for them to realize that they both knew, and being true to thier words they were not telling anyone else, only talking amongst themselves at the table. Which also didn't take long before everyone else caught on that I had done something incredibly stupid and began demanding to hear the story. So I broke down and told the whole crew. And the tables next to me. And the wait staff. So now I was getting all sorts of great advice from a whole table of drunks that don't know dick about women, and Hooters Chicks. Surely I had this **** under control.

Took off early enough to get back home. Figured I'd see if lightning would strike twice. But she was all dressed up and ready to go out and was gone within minutes of my arrival. So I just watched a little TV and went to bed all by my lonesome. So I was very suprised to wake up with her naked in bed with me again. That was completely unexpected. She woke up and wanted to have sex again. Now, I was all for it, but told that I'd rather hold off on any more sex until I had a chance to pick up some condoms. I mean, having unprotected sex with someone that has never ever needed to use protection and had no reason to be on the pill was not the smartest thing I've ever done. Make that 3 times, once while actually sober and I'm definitely not looking at any Nobel Prize. Though at least sober I was cognisant enough to be sure I pulled out in a timely fashion. I could not say the same for the drunken evening bouts. Needless to say I had already started a 30 day countown as of the previous morning. People always think I'm joking when I say I hope I'm sterile. I promise you, this is not the case as I view children as the worst STD known to man.

So life in my house took an odd turn. She still continued to spend the majority of her time in her bedroom whenever I was around. But pretty much like clockwork she'd eventually come out in the evening, grab a glass of wine and join me on the couch. I was curious how to breach th subject of oral with her, just because everyone needs a hummer on occasion, but damned if her curiosity didn't beat me to the punch. Literally sat down one night and flat out asked, "Um, so, Can I go down on you?". Of course I couldn't say no. She was not too pleased with the end result. Not sure what she expected, but I got a "Seriously!?!?" after the fact. She did get into a pesky habit of telling me she loved me in the middle of things, which didn't get the reaction she wanted. I busted out laughing the first time, and she just told me "I know you don't really love me, just say it." Now I'd just like to reiterate that I previously stated the fact that I was already shooting for the deepest level of Hell, so I'll let y'all decide how I handled that situation. And that's the way it went, never just occuring, always working up to the question me: "You want to have sex?" "Can we have sex?" "Can I go down on you?" "Could you go down on me?" "Can you finger me?". Granted it was a tad awkward arrangement, but still regular sex with a little hottie, so who's complaining? Not this guy.

Obviously upon hearing some of these details I was catching a lot of hell from some friends. More concern really. I was told more than once that I was a ****ing moron and she was going to end up killing me in my sleep if I wasn't careful. I told them not to worry, she wasn't going to hurt me. And I was right, I never had to worry about her. But, about two weeks into our little affair she came out and told me to make sure I kept the doors locked and not to answer the door if anyone came. This was a little un-nerving. I asked her why? What was going on and she informed me that her ex had been blowing up her phone with calls and texts, and she thought she might know about us. When I asked how she'd have found out, she told me that she had been talking to some of her lesbian friends about being confused and told them she had started sleeping with me. These were the same friends that ratted her Ex out to her, so it only made sense that they'd have turned around and relayed that info right back to her. Her phone began blowing up soon after that, so she assumed thats what it was about. Of course, this is when she decides to let me in on her Ex's violent bi-polar condition. This was exactly what I needed. An armed and dangerous bi-polar cop with a history of violence and a beef with me. Never really found out if she did in fact know anything, but the timing of all of it seemed eerily coincidental. She showed up at the house twice, knocked and tried to walk in when no one answered. We just sat on the couch holding our breath hoping I remembered to lock the door. We were both a tad on edge for a while at that point, but it turned out to be a non-issue in the long run. Just **** neither of us wanted to deal with.

So things continued on as usual, or as usual as can be when you're sleeping with a confused lesbian. She still continued with the whole "I love you" thing, asked If I would take her out on an actual date, and began questioning what I thought about dating her and what I thought my parents would think. These really were not options, as I told her she really needed to figure out what she really wanted before jumping into that sort of situation. I did tell her I'd take her out on an actual date, but I could never get her to commit to the date. Invited her out to TNDC regularly, just to try and get her out, but she was never up for it, and I even invited her to come with me to our family Christmas since she didn't want to deal with her family but completely bailed on that as well. So I think all that relationship talk was wine induced. But at the end of the day, she still crawl up on the couch with me for some play time on a nightly basis. New Years was coming up and again I invited her out, but she already had plans, so we went on our own paths as usual. I had a New Years Eve Eve party to hit up on the 30th and was drinking pretty heavily when she called to let me know she was horny and see if I was coming home. I told her I was too drunk and while I'd love to come home and take care of her, it was just too risky a drive. Again, invited her out the next day to a little pre-New Years Eve BBQ over at a friends house and she could go to her New Years plans from there, but she wasn't interested so we left it at that. From that point the only conversation was a Happy New Years Text back and forth just after midnight.

I came back home on Sunday afternoon and she was nowhere to be found. Didn't really think anything of it. Monday morning I got up for work, and she was still missing. So I called her once I got to work. No answer. Shot her a text as well, and again no answer. Went to my parent house for a my birthday dinner after work, came home and still no roommate. Now I was starting to worry. But I really didn't know what to do at that point. Figured I'd just wait it out and worse case scenario, suck it up and call her Ex if she didn't show in another day or so. Tuesday was my actual birthday and I of course had a special TNDC set up. So I shot her one last text before I left the house telling her there was birthday cake on the counter she could help herself to if she made it home, and where TNDC was in case she wanted to stop by. Finally got a text late Tuesday telling me not to worry, she was OK and would be home Wednesday. No other explaination. So now I knew she was at least still alive, but was still a little concerned. So she finally showed up Wednesday night. Evidently she had an appointment with her Army therapist after new years, and I'm not exactly sure what went down, but they ended up holding her for a 3 day psych evaluation that resulted in them changing up all her medication. And just like that, she was no longer confused and was back to full blown lesbian again. Everything went right back to the way it was before Thanksgiving almost overnight and there was no sex ever again. I don't really know if she had just met some new girl, if she had some revelation in therapy, or if the medication just really ****ed with her hormones and I'll probably never know. I kinda like to think is that her New Years resolution was to give up the pen1s, but realistically I probably just jinxed myself when I bought the 36 pack of condoms just after Christmas. Should have stuck with the humble 10 pack, but I got greedy.