My Roomate

Elaine, or Lanie as her friends called her had been a sorority friend of mine since college. She always had a way with the guys, and didn’t spend too many weekend nights alone if you know what I mean. She was witty, had a dangerous look in her eye, and was drop dead gorgeous. I always wondered what she must do to guys to keep her in such demand at school. We had been out of touch for a while, but I got an e-mail from her a few months ago saying she was relocating to New York in November, and needed a place to stay until she got her feet on the ground. Hell we were college friends, and I had a fold out sofa in my apartment, so we put it together.

She hadn’t changed a bit since school, and her sex drive was still in high gear. We caught up quickly and went out for a drink at the bar around the corner. She could still pound the vodka tonics, and by about 9:00 she was half in the bag. Knowing we had to get up the next day, me going to work and her looking for a job, we decided to call it a night. Back at the apartment, I tossed my clothes in the hamper and pulled on a big t-shirt, she ducked in the bathroom, and came out with long v-neck t-shirt as well. We chatted a bit then I headed off to bed and her to the sofa. After being in the apartment alone for the last year, I was used to the apartment being quiet, so I could hear her roll over on the sofa, go to the bathroom, flush, etc. I was about to pull the pillow over my head, then I heard a low humming noise coming from the TV room. I peeked out my door to see what the fuck was going on, and through the ambient light, I could see Lanie laying on the bed, and the noise seemed to be coming from under the blanket….ok, now it made sense. She was horny as ever, had to get off, and with no man in sight, the vibrator was her next best friend.

I let it pass, and didn’t say a thing the next morning, just went about the morning routine, but all day long I thought about Lanie, the vibrator, and how she must have looked under the covers when she came. I was thinking about her when I was on the toilet at work, and when I went to dab myself, I realized that I had gotten wet just thinking about her. Then I paused, and the most devious, dirty plan passed through my little blonde head. I couldn’t wait to get home.

That night, after dinner, we went down to the same local bar for a night cap. When she went to the ladies room, I talked to a few of my guy friends about Lanie, and that I wanted them to lead her on, then dump her near the end of the evening.