Days in the Dorm
Temptation Has Its Price
You beautiful roommate is dangling naked before you and you know this can't be a mistake. She must be doing this on purpose to tempt you. And a man can only take so much temptation before he bites the apple.
You reach out and slide your hand up her inner thigh, feeling the smooth warm skin on your hands, and you feel her jump slightly at your touch. She lets out a gasp of surprise as your hand ends on the lips of her exposed pussy. Before you can slip a finger inside her hand comes down and slaps you away.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing." She burst out with a bluster of anger, but is unable to pull away because of the caught shirt.
You reach around her and grab her juicy ass with one hand, giving it quite a squeeze, and reply in a playful voice. "Oh come on. You can't tell me you didn't plan this little tease."
Again she slaps your hand away and in one quick movement drops down, falling out of her shirt completely, and rendering herself naked. Her shirt falls limp, hanging from whatever it was caught on, and she steps away from you looking angry. "Keep your hands to yourself when not invited."
"That wasn't an invitation?" You query with honest surprise.
"I thought you were cool." She snaps as she starts pulling out clothing from her drawers. "And that was not an invitation it was a problem. I got stuck and you took advantage of it. Like I should have expected anything different from a guy. You're all the same, even if you act all shy and nice."
She quickly gets dressed as you slowly get up from your bunk and try for formulate a reply. "So all this prancing around naked in front of me and wiggling your stuff was just a tease?"
Her face whips around to look coldly into your eyes. "Not a tease, Dan. I thought I could be comfortable around you. I was wrong. You're just another prick out for himself."
You are confused still, but starting to see her side of things through the haze. Your eyes drop down and your brow furrows. She just keeps getting dressed and occasionally grumbling to herself.
Finally you look up at her and ask, "Are you seriously trying to tell me you didn't want me to touch you after all you've done?"
She growls in anger, the temper in her voice rising. "Don't you get it? Don't EVER touch me without permission!" She turns dramatically towards the door and opens it, but before disappearing through it he adds, "Hell, just don't ever touch me at all!"
When she returns that afternoon she informs you that she has filed her paperwork and should be moved out within the next day or two. Until then she doesn't really want to talk to you much and tends to avoid your gaze as much as possible. There are no more glimpses, no more free shows, there is no chance of ever getting in her good graces again, so that is the end of this story and you have failed.