With Roommates Around

Mmm, morning autosex for fourty-five-plus minutes. My stamina is admirable.

I woke up early this morning, 8am. I did the morning duties in my robe, and decided I didn't yet want to start on the ominous essay I have looming over my head. Prior to falling asleep last night (with some sexy music playing) I started to play with myself... only to, you know, fall asleep. As such, I had unfinished business to do.

Back to bed I went, and thus commenced the foreplay. It was going pretty damn good with a nice fantasy unwinding when I heard something other than the footsteps of the elephants upstairs. A certain rhythmic bed rocking. Brat Roommate already was fucking her new man? I haven't even met the guy yet; they went out on a date last weekend I think.

But really, all this meant was that I was bothered by the fact that they were fucking while I was simply trying to do the same in the other dimension (the dimension that bans all homework and adult duties other than sexing). Listening to my roommates fuck is not a turn on, mostly because Brat Roommate in particular sounds like a goat in the process of getting strangled. I toned down my handy work and maintained my arousal by stuffing my head in my pillow and seeing hot things in my mind until I heard the last of the goat bleeting and bed rocking. Please, please let it be over soon...

My fingers started strumming again when... damn it, they're going for round two. Rinse, repeat.

At least we're in separate rooms, now. Brat Roommate and I used to share a room in the residence last year, and I slept with my iPod every evening she spent with a guy to try to block out their incessant goat-fucking. That didn't stop her then-boyfriend from drunkenly, mistakenly, nakedly trying to get into my bed one night, but it helped me last the year.