Charlynn Quinn Vey (or Charlie) and I had only been roommates for a few weeks. I was a multimedia content manager/marketing associate for an at-hire company and I struck quite the deal during lock down, finding this gig that was fully remote, a contract that didn’t change after the workforce returned to the offices. Essentially, my life was a laptop in my home office (a pull up desk on my couch in my living room) and I couldn’t have been happier. But, of course, as all things turned to trash post pandemic, rent went up and I needed to supplement.
Enter Charlie. She was about 5′ 5″, a buxom, big-hipped and curvy brunette with long wavy hair, a smattering of freckles, and a very sweet face, in soft contrast to me, a tall, average looking black guy with short dark hair and a patchy goatee. We had a shared interest or two, some nerdy tendencies like sci-fi/fantasy, D and… and I couldn’t just say nothing, right?
With no time to think, what came out was “ummm… Charlie, what are you doing?”
Charlie didn’t even fucking look up from her book. She just continued casually reading, dropped her nipple from her lips and said “what?” as if nothing was happening.
“You’re like… tits are out…” I said as if I was upset or something, which wasn’t my intention, but… I don’t even know. It’s just how it came out.
“So?” again, she said without looking up.The fuck!?
I wish I could say that I wasn’t bothered, and I promise I’m not a prude or anything, but something about the flippant way that she spoke, that she acted like nothing was even remotely happening. I’ll be honest, I felt like I was being gaslit, even though that term is obviously a big deal and meant for bigger (usually more abusive) things than this, it was like I was living in a different world and felt invisible or something.
“Ummm…. Can they not be? I’m trying to work,” I lied.
Her eyes stayed on the page and her hand stayed on her chest. “Then work,” she said, “I’m just reading. Act like I’m not here.”
“Umm, okay….”sigh.
At that point, I just went back to my computer, adjusting slightly away from Charlie, trying to work. I did actually have a deadline, so it wasn’t a complete farce that I wanted to be able to focus. That said, Charlie continued where she was, getting settled back into her book and continuing to play with her breasts, unceasing even though I’d’interrupted’ her flow.
Eventually, her hand left her chest exposed as it migrated down towards her skirt. I don’t know if she did so because it was what she felt like doing or if in some way she was testing me, but suddenly I noticed that she was rubbing herself through her skirt, first slowly then a little faster. I hesitated to look too directly and was worried that perhaps I’d meet eyes again, but I was able to see her find her rhythm, flip a page, then pull at the fabric until it rode up, suddenly revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The curly dark fuzz of her thick bush was almost enough to make me question if she was wearing panties.Whoa!
She slowly started to play with herself. She ran her hand through her hair, grabbing swaths of it between her fingers and pulling before gebze escort finally drawing her middle finger down lower and lower, burying itself in between her wet lips. I saw her rub up and down a while before borrowing wet, dripping saliva from her mouth and wetting between her thighs. From this, it wasn’t long before she was softly moaning as she fully committed to fingering herself.
At first, the moaning was soft, matching her breathing, a light hum, almost inaudible despite my headphones and my computer being muted. But at some point, she propped the book up on her leg which she’d hiked up the back of the couch and used her other hand to play with her breasts as well. One finger then another slid in and out, audibly moist and somewhat sloppy sounding while her other hand grabbed the handful of her large breasts, squeezing, pulling, pinching, pressing. What started out as soft humming, turning to moaning and after another page flip, her mouth fell open and her heavy, breathy sighing rang out louder than a whisper.Come on, really? I mean, damn, but… really?
To be clear, we didn’t know each other well and in the few weeks she’d lived here, we’d only had pleasant, in-passing conversations or nerded out once in a while; all to say, we also hadn’t up to this point ever argued or anything like that. This was all new to me. Her sexuality was never a topic of conversation, and if anything ever was going on in her room, I never heard it. So that part alone was monumentally changing all at once. I don’t know if or how it would have ever come up otherwise, but this was the part where I could no longer pretend to ignore what was happening anymore. I think I was annoyed. It was blatant. There was no attempt to hide it, to mask it, anything. “Charlie!” I finally said, firmly.
Clearly upset, she stopped touching herself and looked up from the book, her fingers no longer inside, but still resting between her legs. “What?” she said, now staring at me.
“Can you not? I’m trying to focus. I told you I have a deadline.”
“Seriously? I’m just reading. If you can’t focus, go to your room.”What… the fuck?
“I was here. You go toyour room,” I argued.
Clearly she’d grown disinterested in the ‘conversation’ and focused back on her book saying, “we both pay rent here, it’s my living room too,” as she did.
I couldn’t believe it. I was categorically unprepared for this kind of situation. “Can you just… Keep it down or whatever? I can hear you through my headphones.” I said.
“So turn your music up,” she said without looking.
“Whatever, Charlie.” I said, growing agitated.
“Whatever, yourself.” she said, apparently feeling the same.
Once again I returned to my computer, clicking on some background music and turning up the volume. On her side of the couch, Charlie continued reading her book and returned to touching herself. One finger, then another slipped and slid in and out of her enlargening hole, the thick splashing sounds seeming to echo, still audible despite my music. I think she wanted me to hear it.
To this day, I am completely dumbfounded at what happened next. Some moments later, seemingly unable gümüşhane escort to focus or whatever, she reached her hand underneath the fucking couch cushion and pulled out a vibrator. A fucking vibrator!Where the hell did she get a vibrator from!? When did she put that under there!? The thing was small and purple, seemingly rubber or something like that, with a ball-shaped head on a palm-sized handle. She pushed the button and nonchalantly started using it while still reading.
The thing vibrated somewhat softly but definitely loud enough that I could hear it and occasionally would touch the couch and I felt it ripple through the seat. From what I knew, it seemed like a clit-stimulator more than anything, but I definitely saw her get the head wet and slide it inside of herself. Her moaning intensified and soon enough she vacillated between heavy moans, deep sighs, a “fuck”, “yes, yes, yes” or whatever, and some guttural humming. She bit her lip, she squeezed her breasts to the point it seemed like it must have hurt, she periodically scrunched her eyes closed as tight as she could, all while turning the pages of her book.I guess this is happening then…
At this point, I again could no longer pretend to ignore what Charlie was doing. And now more than ever I felt that there was absolutely no way that she was doing this unintentionally. It just seemed impossible. Again, not knowing her all that well it certainly seemed possible that this was some kind of move. It certainly triggered a memory or two of a porn I’d seen of mutual masturbation, and having your roommate start fully fucking herself right next to you seemed as much an invitation as I’d ever imagined so …if you can’t beat em, join em, amiright?
I decided maybe I could simply join in wordlessly as everything she had done so far had been. I pushed my laptop to the side and began to undo my pants, getting the button unlatched when Charlie immediately noticed. Her eyes shot up angrily.Whoops… “Uh… I … I… I…” I quietly stammered.
She shut the vibrator off and adjusted herself to sitting more upright. “Yo, what the fuck are you doing!?” she near yelled.
I was fully startled, shocked, and embarrassed. “What?” I said shyly.
“What are you doing? Why are you taking your dick out?” She stared me down as if with daggers.
Maybe I was the asshole, sure, but I was so confused. “Are you for real right now?” I said, regrettably.
“Why the fuck is your hand on your dick, you perv!?” It wasn’t, but… Fuck it, nevermind, not the point.
At that point, everything flipped. Was I being Punk’d? This had to be a prank or something. There was no way that all this unspoken sexual tension was in my head. I was, unfortunately, pissed. “What the hell is going on? Are you serious? You’re over here fully masturbating right next to me, I join in andI’m the perv?”
“I had a long day at work, I’m just trying to relax by myself in my own living room. Don’t make this weird,” she said, oddly matter-of-factly. I understood the context but, again, that weird feeling of being gaslit as if this was normal.Is this normal? Am I crazy? She had me questioning izmir escort my whole fucking reality.
“Are you kidding me, Charlie?”
“Just shut the fuck up or get out.”Or? Huh?
Charlie turned her vibrator back on and returned to her book. Color me stunned. I sat there, speechless, mouth literally dropped, eyes wide, confused as hell.
She looked up at me as I sat unmoving and added “don’t look at me. Put your dick away, pick up your computer and get back to work.” To be clear, I’d never gotten past the button, but, I quickly tightened it and… to be honest, I don’t know why I didn’t just get up and leave at that point. Maybe I was still in shock, or maybe I wanted to see what happened (I don’t mean for her exactly, moreso the situation as a whole).
So, I eventually complied and returned to my computer, headphones back on and music going, trying at this point with vested interest to prove a point and finish my work. I clicked and clicked while next to me, with a reaffirmed vigor, Charlie continued to masturbate, getting more and more into it over the next few minutes, moaning and swearing as she did.
At one point, she put the book away, tossing it casually on the floor, letting it land with a harsh thud. She then attempted to get more comfortable by stretching out her long legs on the couch, her feet pushing against my legs as she did.
She adjusted, asking “can you give me some room?”, her eyes closed and the vibrator clinging to her clit.
“Are you serious?” I repeated in refrain.
“Seriously, give me some fucking room,” she said again, this time looking me dead in the eyes. I moved over as far as I could until Charlie was able to stretch out, her feet still pressed firmly against my legs.
“This is ridiculous,” I said, mostly to myself.
“Shut the fuck up,” she said calmly and casually, as she adjusted the pillow behind her and settled in, eyes closed, focusing.
Charlie continued to masturbate, loudly and vulgarly, letting the vibrator do most of the work while her other hand was free to slip fingers inside of herself or pull her dripping juices up to her mouth or around her nipples. At one point, she grabbed her breast and lifted to her mouth again, licking and sucking, moaning as she did, releasing the suction with a pop.
Around then, the speed of her breathing and writhing and moaning accelerated until it felt like a long continuous forever-stretching wail of pleasure. “Holy fucking fuck!” she yelled as she came, her feet pushing against my legs so hard it started to hurt, then resting the vibrator on her stomach and strumming her wet lips while cum sprayed from her, sloshing and pooling between her legs on the couch.
Quickly she pushed her fingers inside of her, rapidly churning her hole until she seemed to cum again, this time her feet literally knocking the laptop off of my lap (which I barely caught) while she sprayed her squirt again, some landing in droplets on my leg.
She stopped, breathing heavily and steadily as if she’d just run a marathon, pulling her fingers to her lips and licking them clean and with the other hand, laying it across her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. She stayed like that for a few long moments, myself fully jaw dropped and shocked, until she simply sat up, adjusted her top and skirt, palmed her vibrator, grabbed her book from the floor and walked the fuck away, leaving behind a dark, wet, sweet-smelling puddle on the cushion next to me.