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Argument With Flatmate

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I'm not sure 'FF' is quite right - at least, not yet.


My flatmate and I get on (usually) apart from when it gets near that time of the month for both of us. When we first moved in, our cycles were way apart, but we seemed to have lined up pretty much to the day now. Downside, we both get PMS at the same time.

So, two nights ago, we had one hell of a row over something pathetic. I hadn't cleaned the bathroom to her exacting standards or more accurately she was looking for a fight. Karen was livid and was swearing at me, calling me a dirty slut, loads of things. I was giving as good as I got though, telling her that picking up tampon wrappers that she was too lazy to bin was NOT my job!

Suddenly, and for the first time ever, she slapped me hard across the face. So hard, that I actually tasted blood. Well, fuck THAT! I slapped her right back and for a few seconds (though it felt longer) we had ourselves a cat fight. I remember catching her a few good ones across her tits and as I turned away from her, she caught the back of my legs a couple times.

We both broke off our attacks and stormed to our rooms. I flung myself on the bed, crying more with rage than anything else. You know, it was really strange. Literally, one second I was angry as all fuck, and then the next, I had my hand in my panties and BOY, I was so turned on! I jilled off to no less than four very loud and messy cums.

In the lull between the first one and the second, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Karen doing herself too. It's been a kinda unwritten rule in the flat that we ignore each other if one of us has to jill off. The walls are like tissue paper anyway, and there is no way we could keep it private.

But listening to her, and her listening to me was a real turn on. Maybe we went into competition with each other, I don't know. All I know is I felt like a total slut and couldn't get enough. I squirted and made a hell of a mess.

A couple of hours later, we both emerged in our dressing gowns, at the same moment. We hugged and blushed and said shit like 'Feel better now?' 'Uh, yeah, so do you I guess' Then we just kissed. And it wasn't a make-up-friends kiss. It lingered!

That night we ordered a take away and just slobbed out together, but there was a tension. Karen kept looking at me and trying to look up my robe and I was doing exactly the same to her.

When we went to bed, we both jilled again. (In fact, the next day my clit was sore!)

Ah well..... I don't know what happens now. We both have boyfriends, and I could never be with another girl I don't think. But now, I am not sure.



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