The New Roommate

A classmate of mine and I were roommates. We had known each other for a long time, and had worked together as well. A nice townhouse close to campus was advertised for rent, but I couldn't afford it on my own. She suggested that we share the expenses. There was nothing between us, she wasn't interested in me. Of course, I thought maybe I had a chance of making something of living with a woman, but it was pretty clear that we were just sharing a home. Heres something about me.  I masturbate. Like a lot. Even now it's once a day. Back when I was young, it was usually twice a day, and more at times.  At first, when I moved in with Brenda, I would sneak a wank on the sly when she wasn't around.  But this got to be too constraining, so I just tried to keep as quiet as possible. I always kept this to my bedroom or my bathroom. Even so, I was afraid that the noise would carry. The walls were thin. I would usually jack off at night in bed, and before getting up in the morning, so there was a good chance that Brenda was on the other side of the wall when it happened.  I tried to be silent while doing it. It was kind of exciting trying to hold back noises. It caused me to be aware of my heart-pounding and the great throbbing in my dick.  To be honest, the thought of her hearing me was kind of a turn on. Every once in a while, I gave in to the urge to give out a little moan. I always felt a little embarrassed or ashamed about it after the blood rushed back to my head. Anyway, I don't know if it was the constant masturbation, or just the fact that she wasn't ready to live with a man, but a few months in, Brenda informed me that she was moving out.  I panicked. We had 8 months left on our lease, and I couldn't afford to pay all of it on my own.  I got mad and told her that she was still on the lease, and I was not going to pay her half.  We didn't speak to each other for a few days.  As for masturbation, well I didn't want it to be brought up and used against me.  The opportunities were few and far between, though I would sneak a wank in the lockerroom toilet at the gym or in the restroom stall at school. Then one day I got home from classes, and a stranger was sitting at the kitchen table.  "You must be Pete", she said, holding out a hand to shake. Bewildered, I shook her hand.  "I'm your new roommate!", she said.  "Brenda told me she needed someone to take over her share of the rent, and I needed a place close to campus, so it all worked out. My name is Lily, by the way."

Great. So I was living with a stranger.  I had no say in it.  I suppose I should have found my own roommate as soon as Brenda informed me she wanted out.  I guess I could object, but money is money, and I really liked this place.  I wouldn't call Lily attractive. She had some harsh features, but a fairly nice body.  She wasn't my type, I guess, so I didn't see any chance in hooking up.   So I tried to hide my displeasure.  I don't know if I was successful, though.

The next morning I got up and got ready to go out to class. I came down to the kitchen to find lily in a short t-shirt and panties, drinking coffee. I must have had a surprised look on my face, because before I said anything, she was already defending herself.  "I figured if I pay rent here, I'm entitled to make myself at home." "Yes", I stammered. "Make yourself comfortable".  I was not ready for this. She went back to drinking her coffee.  Then she went upstairs to shower. During the first week, I was paranoid about my masturbation habits.  How much did Brenda tell Lily? It was probably foolishness. I'm not even sure that Brenda had heard me back then.  (But she probably did?) So for several days, I did not jack off at all.

This caused some awkward problems. On Monday, I got up with raging morning wood. I hadn't heard Lily getting up, so I figured she was on the other side of the wall.  Today was a big interview for an internship I wanted.  So I did some deep-breathing exercises to deflate my hard-on, and got ready.  I put on my suit and tie, and went downstairs for coffee.  Lily sleepily came down the stairs, again in low rise panties and a concert t-shirt. Despite my ill feelings toward Lily, my dick stood at attention.  I turned toward the cabinets to hide my boner.  I shoved my hands in my pockets to puff out the crotch of my pants, so it wouldn't be so obvious. "You're awfully dressed up today", she said.  "What's going on?" "Job interview", I mumbled.  With my back to her. "Must be important, with your suit on and all", she said. "Yeah", I confided. "I really want this job". 

"Well, then you should probably take care of that hard-on before you go", she said, nonchalantly. I didn't say anything. I froze in place. This was very embarrassing. "I mean, you don't want to go in there feeling all tense.  You need to release all that tension, or else you'll bomb the interview.  Believe me, you want to go in there feeling comfortable. Go rub one out." "No, I'm OK", I managed to say.

"Look", she said, "You pay rent here too.  You have just as much right to make yourself at home. I know guys jack off. I have a brother who jacked off constantly. We're cool". I turned to go back to my room.  She said "Wait".

I turned back around.  Now my dick was straining against my pants, and was pointing right at her. "Don't just throw off your jacket or let your pants fall to the floor. They'll get wrinkled.  Hang them up." I looked nervously at the clock. She saw I was worried about being late. She picked up a hanger from a basket by the table.  "Here, give them to me". I was a bit taken aback, but she gave me a "Well, I'm waiting" look. The pressure was getting urgent, so I kicked off my shoes, took off my jacket and pulled my pants off. I gave it to her. My dick was now pushing at the waistband of my black bikini briefs.  I looked at her in the eye for the first time.   "Well, go on up", she told me, straightening up my pants and placing them on the hanger, and reaching for the jacket.

I must have looked like a sight, running upstairs in nothing but a dress shirt, briefs and black socks.  I got to my room, ripped off my briefs, closed the door, reached for a magazine, sat down at my desk, and started jacking.  This was a weird situation for me.  Permission to masturbate.  Masturbation was always kind of secret to me.  A sneaky thing. Something to be ashamed of.  I had to hide away from my family, from my roommates. From Brenda.  Now, I had permission. I had the right. I was masturbating in my own house, and Lily knew what I was doing.  Not only that, she approved and encouraged it.  This was all so very new. It didn't take long to get to the point.  My breathing got hard.  My hips started bucking.  I felt my come traveling up.  My butthole tightened and I grunted loudly, spurting several feet in front of me.  I felt better. I felt more relaxed. I smiled for the first time in days.  I wiped a shirt across the mess and threw it in the hamper. "This is going to be embarrassing", I thought at the prospect of having to retrieve my clothes from Lily.  As I reached down to get my briefs, I saw my suit hanging from the doorknob on the inside of my room. I wondered how long Lily had been there. Well Lily and I became friends after that, and I became more comfortable with her. We never had sex or masturbated together, but I also didn't feel self-conscious about jacking off in my room anymore.  I would even allow myself a soft moan every now and again. I think this was a healthy change for me.