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🕑 Added 2024-10-15 15:37:22 +0000 UTC Housemate: Part 2sorry I'm late on this, I went on a date and then got ill and have spent the last 2 days in bed unable to speak ✌️When I left off, I'd done a little science, it went well, so I decided to do some more. If you want more context than that, read the first part lmaoSo we're sat there, legs touching, him playing CoD, and me wondering what I can do next to push my luck. In my mind there are 2 options:1: go bold, turn sideways and ask if I can put my legs across him so they're on the arm of the sofa on the other side of him.2: stay as i am but lean ever so slightly towards him, and gradually further until I'm against his shoulder. I'm a wimp, so I chose option 2. However, I had also had a few drinks, so the lean was not quite as *gradual* as I had intended. I leant against him with all the grace and subtlety of a phone ringing at a funeral.He. Did. Not. Move. *HUH*So let's do some more science? I stayed there for a moment, before asking if he wanted another can. I then got up to get more, and sat back down and leant against him again. And again *he did not move*Wild. I decided to ask him about his seemingly rotten luck with women, partly because I was curious, and partly because I needed a conversation in order to try and turn it from a lean into something more. It boiled down to shyness mostly. Well, that and "I've not had sex in about 2 years"There's my ticket. Come on Steph don't fuck it up."Damn that's mad, I've not had sex in like 2 months and I thought *that* was a dry spell" as I said this, I lifted the leg nearest to 1 so I could rest it on top of his, while leaning away and turning slightly so I could face him a bit more. He was still playing CoD so his eyes were firmly locked on the screen until the round ended a few moments later. (I say the round ended, what actually happened was I accidentally made him lose as I turned lmao)One thing to know about me at that age, is I was a *world-class* fumbler. Naturally I was panicking because my next few words or motions could make the earlier awkwardness seem miniscule in comparison. 1 turned off his Xbox and put some regular TV on, and turned slightly towards me. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my non-existent sex life?""Because not gonna lie you're a good looking guy so it's just hard for me to believe"Silence. 1 did not know what to say. I let out a lil awky chuckle, looked him in the eyes, and put my legs fully across him (as in option 1)."*surely* you know you're not ugly right?" I said with nothing but pure mischief in my eyes. *This* was the point where it finally clocked to 1 that I was coming onto him. Guy was always oblivious to be fair. We stared at each other in silence for what felt like an age. I wanted to kiss him, but the position I was sat in made it impossible unless he leant in towards me. And he was *never* gonna do that because he was the most socially awkward *lad* lad I had ever met. A few more seconds of silence went by before I bit the bullet and blurted out "I still have that underwear on by the way" and lifted my hoodie slightly to show a sliver of black lace. I closed my eyes to cringe internally, but I didn't even have time to worry about whether that was too forward or not before I felt movement followed by lips on mine. My *god* I was so hard. It was so hot. Warm too. So when I felt one of his hands moving up the inside of my hoodie, I pulled away from the kiss and asked him to help me take it off. His face was an absolute picture. Pure disbelief at what was happening. Elation at what might happen next. 1 was so much *stronger* than I thought he was. Lifted me up with absolutely no issue to readjust before pulling my joggers down to see my stocking-clad legs and black lace thong. He paused. He'd clearly gotten lost in the moment and forgot what *equipment* I had down there. I considered making a dumb joke about how long it had been for him and "oh that's what vaginas look like these days" but I instead opted for what has become a classic line for me when getting *frisky* with someone:"I think you're a bit overdressed"I helped him take his t-shirt off and kissed while I slowly undid the drawstring of his joggers. *The anticipation was absolutely killing me* 🥵When I'd *finally* finished untying it *(who tf does a double knot on their sweatpants?)* I pushed him backwards so he was resting against the arm of the sofa for me to pull them down. And *that's* when I found out he went commando most days. 🫦
