A Roommate Obsession: Chapter 2

It’s been a couple of weeks since the bathroom incident and things have returned back to normal after a couple of days of awkwardness. I haven’t been idle though. After several hours of research one day I decide on a plan and placed an order on a somewhat dodgy looking site. It takes three weeks for the small but expensive parcel to arrive, well packaged in several layers of bubble wrap. When I finally get through the last layer of wrapping I stare at the glass bottle in my hand. Nearly two dozen white pill capsules fill the bottle, rattling as they settle back down.

The next part of the plan is easy, I’ve just got to wait till Friday, the day we cook dinner together. This week we’re keeping it simple with a Cottage Pie which I know she will pair with a bottle of wine. And that bottle will be my target.

Friday rolls around and we settle on the down on the living room couch to watch a movie as the pie cooks in the oven. Amber has already poured herself a glass of wine so when the first alarm to check on the pie goes off I volunteer to sort it. The kitchen door swings shut behind me and I switch off the alarm before checking the pie. It’s not quite ready yet and so I seize the opportunity and turn to the open bottle of wine. I empty the contents of four of the capsules into the wine, swilling it around so the powder dissolves into it, and then I return to the living room.

It’s another ten minutes before the pie is ready and as I dish it up Amber pours herself another glass of wine. She offers me a glass but I decline which isn’t unusual as I’m not really a fan of wine, especially this bottle. We sit down at the table and begin eating and by the time we’re finished Amber has downed two more glasses of wine.

“Oops, that wine’s gone straight to my head.” Amber says as she stands up, stumbling over her own feet. She goes to pick up the plates but misses and her legs give out from underneath her. She collapses to the floor with a loud thump. I wait a second before kneeling down next to her.

“Amber, are you alright.” I say, shaking her shoulder. Her body rolls over limply and I see her eyes are shut. I shake her a bit more, ensuring that she is completely out of it before lifting her easily over my shoulder. Her small body is as light as a feather and I am able to carry her upstairs to her room with ease.

My heart is thumping so loud I can hear it as I lay her down on her bed, my hands shaking with anticipation. My cock is already rock hard, bulging in my pants, ready to be used. I reach down and sit her up as I begin pulling her top off over her head. She slumps back down as I let go of her, tossing the top into a pile of other dirty clothes in the corner of the room.