Wow, this is breaking news. The incident just occurred a little over three hours ago. First a little back story. I live in a four bedroom house with three other roommates, one of which is a pretty hot Irish woman (HBroommate). I barely ever see HBroommate around the house due to our very opposite schedules, I work days, she works nights. In fact, I probably see her more at the local bar than in my own house. OK, that’s all the back story you need to know for now, here is what happened.
I’m sleeping in my bed, as I usually do before the alarm clock goes off at 7am. I am suddenly awoken by someone clomping up the stairs around 6 in the morning and realize that it is probably just my other roommate coming home from work, so I ignore the loud clomping sounds and close my eyes again. But the clomping continues to get louder and louder until it sounds like it is right next to me. I open my eyes again and almost jump out of my skin startled as HBroommate is hovering over me in her skin tight outfit and big leather cowboy boots.
I regain my composure realizing who it is and say, “hey what’s up. everything OK?” She doesn’t say anything and jumps into my bed. She then cuddles up close to me laying her head on my chest. Hmm, as you can imagine, the wheels in my head were spinning out of control as to the possibility of what could happen here. She obviously didn’t come into my room to snuggle, this was definitely the clearest IOI (indicator of interest) I have ever gotten.
So you may be thinking, “that’s great, she basically served herself up on a silver platter and was mine for the taking.” The whole scenario could have been taken straight out of a porn scene! Well, this is where my moral dilemma rears its ugly head. I look at HBroommate, about to fuck her brains out when I realize she looks stoned (she’s been known to get mixed up in weird drugs every now and then). I try talking to her and it becomes even more evident that she is whacked out of her gourd. I talk to her some more and finally convince her to go back to her bedroom and go to sleep. After some resistance she finally goes to her room.
There I am laying in bed with an hour left before I am suppose to wake up for work. All I can think about is banging HBroommate. If you recall, several days ago I had made a commitment to stop masturbating. That was on Thursday. It is now Sunday, so I have gone three whole days without punching the clown. It doesn’t seem like much but trust me it is a big accomplishment. Unfortunately though, the streak had to end. After this mornings incident I was so horny thinking about HBroommate that I had to indulge or else I would’ve gone insane. The streak is over.
As I sit here typing this, I can’t help but think of the movie Animal House where Larry has the classic battle of his conscience while his date is naked and passed out on the bed. I think I had a similar battle this morning. On one shoulder I had that little devil saying, “go ahead, just fuck her, she wouldn’t be in here if she didn’t want to get fucked.” And on the other shoulder was that little angel saying, “Be a good boy, if you take advantage of her you’ll regret it and it will only cause more problems later on.” It was quite the battle and in the end the angel won the war. Sometimes I really hate that angel, he always spoils the fun.
So that is that. It’ll be interesting to see if this is going to be awkward the next time I see her, assuming she even remembers. I’d be interested in hearing others’ thoughts on this. What would you do?
, the 2005 version with Heath Ledger. I figured that even though the movie itself didn’t look that great, I could still capitalize on learning from a movie about one of the world’s greatest lovers. So, I settled in and watched intently as the ever so dreamy Heath Ledger went to work.
by Giacomo Casanova.
