Tonypencil
New Member
So this is definately my first time here, i.e disregard any sort of diregard I demonstrate to presumably well-established forum faux-pas'. Also you should be fore-warned that I tend to be long winded and thorough as far as my writing style goes.
Alrite, with that out of the way, I ought introduce mine self; I'm 22, male, and in my fourth year of post-secondary study. Many of my friends have graduated, and thusly I find myself living in a 8 person domicile with one really good friend and 6 practical stangers who also happen to be attractive females.
One such female is what I have decidedly dubbed as a mysterious and unknown creature, at least to the likes of me, a self-dubbed journeyman of female interaction. I also happen to have a one-sided history with this girl in that I have witnessed her presence at popular watering holes and have taken quite a liking to her physical appearance. In short, she is like 5'9, blonde, too well endowed for her own good, and has a seductive look about her that causes my stomach to imitate an astronauts at t-minus zero point five to launch.
Prior to moving in at the beginning of September, I had not spoken more than one full sentence to this fine lady, yet since then have found myself on some sort of a path of discovery into a new version of social confusion that I thought I had left back in high school. Now before we progress into the actual events that have me posting at an online forum, I want to express that I am by no means a novice in the department of relationships, or for the purpose of this situation; guaging female intentions. I'll also mention that just prior to her moving in I had done some research amongst friends that knew her better than I. This investigation did bear two fruits; that she has a reputation as somewhat of a ... non-monogamous lady, and also the knowledge that through my prying I have made my feelings for this woman a well documented fact amongst the community.
So anyways, she has a long distance boyfriend that after some slight facebook research, I can confidently say he has a slight edge in the attractiveness department over me; something which I assume is a valuable asset in procuring the kind of woman I had already assumed she was from our initial encounters. Regardless, I decide to advance her bar-crush status to full blown lust monger status despite the fact I am somewhat casually involved in a long distance relationship with a very nice girl that moved two hours away after herself graduating.
So I'm going to skip over some of the more mundane details to about a weekend ago, Saturday, sept. 19th to be exact. On this particular night, my house of two guys and 6 girls were taking part in a collegiate celebration ritual in the form of the consumption of alcoholic beverages. With little happening within the confines of our own humble abode, we ventured forth to the happening location of a toga party, and it being a bust- to another firends house. After a few rounds of beer pong, and the clock advancing beyond the point of typical end game, our party became divided between those seeking a place to call it a night and those seeking further entertainment. Myself, the girl in question, two other girls, and my non-roomate friend continued to partake in misadventures. We walked across campus making several stops, and it was at this point I experienced my first non-subtle cue that this lady may have either some sort of uninitiated interest in me, or had heard of my interest in her- taking it upon herself to commence some good 'ol mind games.
So you know those kind of looks that a female can give you that oozes of subtlety yet deep down you know that there is some sort of maening to extract from it? Well the looks she was giving me were nothing like that, and could only be likened to some sort of ocular hand-job. Her pornstar glances were melting me where I set everywhere we went that night. The night advanced, and on the way home, about a twenty minute walk, somehow her hand found its way to mine, and amidst hand-holding there were definate traces of sensual caressing in the area between my thumb and pointing finger.
When we got home the five of us sat in our living room and watched about 3 hours worth of what i think was True Blood. I say that with doubt because the entire time my mind was self-engulfed in some sort of pink cloud of adoration, as sex-gazes and toying caresses continued. I felt myself wishing my dear friends who crowded the room with their now unwanted presence would somehow jettison themselves, violently if necessary, from the room like some sort of simultaneous and massive outdoor blackhole scenario. This ideal situation did not occur, and I found myself colapsing in my bed at 6 am alone, naturally.
The half-week that followed led to further physical contact iniated by this perculiar woman, often when the room could be described as the antithesis of private. This usually involved her persistance to always take a seat in the room right next me, close enough that our legs were always touching, when there were quite possibly 84 other possible locations for a sit down within our living room. She was constantly asking me to "tickle her arm" which equivocates in her private vernacular to slowly and slightly moving two of my fingers from her hand to just above her elbow.
Wednesday came, an official pub night where I live, and a bunch of us, her included, ventured to the campus pub for some refreshments. It was one of my female friends' birthday, and such was my motivation for allocating funds I didn't have into thursday morning headaches that I didn't need. When we arrived the line was far too long for comfort, and we waited there for about half an hour, before the girl and another of my female roomates left for greener (or at least more accessable ones) I was of course a bit disheartened, as i wished to see where things were heading, but with a birthday appearance obligation in tote, I remained in line. 15 minutes later, my birthday friend exited the bar, being supported solely by the collective efforts of her coven, and with that my drinking motivation had just gone AWOL. Shortly after that I headed home, leaving my only remaining friend to bask in the now fruitless pub.
When I returned home, I found the female I desire, the other girl roomate we originally embarked with, and her boyfriend. We engaged in some leisurely smoking in leiu of a failed boozing night, and eventually i was left with a two hour window where no one would be home/awake except for percieved dreamgirl, and myself. I began to give her one of those lame arm massages that she was constantly requesting, while I feigned interest in the blu-ray we had chosen, playing it cool as the cliched people would remark. As I grew less sober, my fingerstrokes on her skin grew more bold and it began to be more of a full arm rub, which is still kind of weak. She began repositioning herself for more intimate areas to be accessable, first her back face me for the shoulder areas, then eventually grabbing a pillow as to lay head on my lap. At this point I remember doubting whether or not my full on massage was getting the point across with enough effectiveness that it was to be clear that this was no longer just a massage. with that notion, I began getting really elaborate with my hands, adding pressure at sensitive areas, and making brish strokes blantantly transform into deep rubs. She responded to this with was was unmistakabley moans of pleasure. Before too long she turned her body across my lap opposite of the television, breaking an sort of illuion that we were actually focusing on anything except for the sensual moment that was happening at that moment. We held eye contact as I maintained a steady effort at preserving a pleasurable massage. I now moved my caresses to her face, brushing away her hair, and pausing on her cheek. At this point I found myself doubting whther or not to initiate any sort of serious intamacy, and I probably regret that in retrospect. Before long, my guy roomate returned from the pub, and she quickly vacated the room in a percieved reactionary fashion, myself left in a state of both nirvana and frustration.
After this encounter I decided to start subtely discussing the events of saturday and wednesday with my best friend, in an attempt to gain some clarity in the situation, as both times I had experienced strong attraction between us, I had not necessarily been in a rational state. He expressed concern, much like I had already been in possession of, that she was perhaps leading me on either for her own entertainment, for the sake of some sort of exploitation of my resources, or simply by drunken accident. Either way, relations between roomates can be a delicate scenario, and as such I intend to proceed with caution.
This Friday past, a situation much like the massage occured again, though my memory has very much faded on me due to severe alcoholism. I do remember vaguely her removing her shirt down to the sportsbra she had changed into upon returning home.and the massage being just as intimate, except with the benifet of being across a more exposed area of skin.
Some days have passed since then, and several of my female roomate have expressed concern that I may be on the recieving end of some sort of female manipulation; which is not something I either tolerate or have extensive experience in identifying.
Alrite, with that out of the way, I ought introduce mine self; I'm 22, male, and in my fourth year of post-secondary study. Many of my friends have graduated, and thusly I find myself living in a 8 person domicile with one really good friend and 6 practical stangers who also happen to be attractive females.
One such female is what I have decidedly dubbed as a mysterious and unknown creature, at least to the likes of me, a self-dubbed journeyman of female interaction. I also happen to have a one-sided history with this girl in that I have witnessed her presence at popular watering holes and have taken quite a liking to her physical appearance. In short, she is like 5'9, blonde, too well endowed for her own good, and has a seductive look about her that causes my stomach to imitate an astronauts at t-minus zero point five to launch.
Prior to moving in at the beginning of September, I had not spoken more than one full sentence to this fine lady, yet since then have found myself on some sort of a path of discovery into a new version of social confusion that I thought I had left back in high school. Now before we progress into the actual events that have me posting at an online forum, I want to express that I am by no means a novice in the department of relationships, or for the purpose of this situation; guaging female intentions. I'll also mention that just prior to her moving in I had done some research amongst friends that knew her better than I. This investigation did bear two fruits; that she has a reputation as somewhat of a ... non-monogamous lady, and also the knowledge that through my prying I have made my feelings for this woman a well documented fact amongst the community.
So anyways, she has a long distance boyfriend that after some slight facebook research, I can confidently say he has a slight edge in the attractiveness department over me; something which I assume is a valuable asset in procuring the kind of woman I had already assumed she was from our initial encounters. Regardless, I decide to advance her bar-crush status to full blown lust monger status despite the fact I am somewhat casually involved in a long distance relationship with a very nice girl that moved two hours away after herself graduating.
So I'm going to skip over some of the more mundane details to about a weekend ago, Saturday, sept. 19th to be exact. On this particular night, my house of two guys and 6 girls were taking part in a collegiate celebration ritual in the form of the consumption of alcoholic beverages. With little happening within the confines of our own humble abode, we ventured forth to the happening location of a toga party, and it being a bust- to another firends house. After a few rounds of beer pong, and the clock advancing beyond the point of typical end game, our party became divided between those seeking a place to call it a night and those seeking further entertainment. Myself, the girl in question, two other girls, and my non-roomate friend continued to partake in misadventures. We walked across campus making several stops, and it was at this point I experienced my first non-subtle cue that this lady may have either some sort of uninitiated interest in me, or had heard of my interest in her- taking it upon herself to commence some good 'ol mind games.
So you know those kind of looks that a female can give you that oozes of subtlety yet deep down you know that there is some sort of maening to extract from it? Well the looks she was giving me were nothing like that, and could only be likened to some sort of ocular hand-job. Her pornstar glances were melting me where I set everywhere we went that night. The night advanced, and on the way home, about a twenty minute walk, somehow her hand found its way to mine, and amidst hand-holding there were definate traces of sensual caressing in the area between my thumb and pointing finger.
When we got home the five of us sat in our living room and watched about 3 hours worth of what i think was True Blood. I say that with doubt because the entire time my mind was self-engulfed in some sort of pink cloud of adoration, as sex-gazes and toying caresses continued. I felt myself wishing my dear friends who crowded the room with their now unwanted presence would somehow jettison themselves, violently if necessary, from the room like some sort of simultaneous and massive outdoor blackhole scenario. This ideal situation did not occur, and I found myself colapsing in my bed at 6 am alone, naturally.
The half-week that followed led to further physical contact iniated by this perculiar woman, often when the room could be described as the antithesis of private. This usually involved her persistance to always take a seat in the room right next me, close enough that our legs were always touching, when there were quite possibly 84 other possible locations for a sit down within our living room. She was constantly asking me to "tickle her arm" which equivocates in her private vernacular to slowly and slightly moving two of my fingers from her hand to just above her elbow.
Wednesday came, an official pub night where I live, and a bunch of us, her included, ventured to the campus pub for some refreshments. It was one of my female friends' birthday, and such was my motivation for allocating funds I didn't have into thursday morning headaches that I didn't need. When we arrived the line was far too long for comfort, and we waited there for about half an hour, before the girl and another of my female roomates left for greener (or at least more accessable ones) I was of course a bit disheartened, as i wished to see where things were heading, but with a birthday appearance obligation in tote, I remained in line. 15 minutes later, my birthday friend exited the bar, being supported solely by the collective efforts of her coven, and with that my drinking motivation had just gone AWOL. Shortly after that I headed home, leaving my only remaining friend to bask in the now fruitless pub.
When I returned home, I found the female I desire, the other girl roomate we originally embarked with, and her boyfriend. We engaged in some leisurely smoking in leiu of a failed boozing night, and eventually i was left with a two hour window where no one would be home/awake except for percieved dreamgirl, and myself. I began to give her one of those lame arm massages that she was constantly requesting, while I feigned interest in the blu-ray we had chosen, playing it cool as the cliched people would remark. As I grew less sober, my fingerstrokes on her skin grew more bold and it began to be more of a full arm rub, which is still kind of weak. She began repositioning herself for more intimate areas to be accessable, first her back face me for the shoulder areas, then eventually grabbing a pillow as to lay head on my lap. At this point I remember doubting whether or not my full on massage was getting the point across with enough effectiveness that it was to be clear that this was no longer just a massage. with that notion, I began getting really elaborate with my hands, adding pressure at sensitive areas, and making brish strokes blantantly transform into deep rubs. She responded to this with was was unmistakabley moans of pleasure. Before too long she turned her body across my lap opposite of the television, breaking an sort of illuion that we were actually focusing on anything except for the sensual moment that was happening at that moment. We held eye contact as I maintained a steady effort at preserving a pleasurable massage. I now moved my caresses to her face, brushing away her hair, and pausing on her cheek. At this point I found myself doubting whther or not to initiate any sort of serious intamacy, and I probably regret that in retrospect. Before long, my guy roomate returned from the pub, and she quickly vacated the room in a percieved reactionary fashion, myself left in a state of both nirvana and frustration.
After this encounter I decided to start subtely discussing the events of saturday and wednesday with my best friend, in an attempt to gain some clarity in the situation, as both times I had experienced strong attraction between us, I had not necessarily been in a rational state. He expressed concern, much like I had already been in possession of, that she was perhaps leading me on either for her own entertainment, for the sake of some sort of exploitation of my resources, or simply by drunken accident. Either way, relations between roomates can be a delicate scenario, and as such I intend to proceed with caution.
This Friday past, a situation much like the massage occured again, though my memory has very much faded on me due to severe alcoholism. I do remember vaguely her removing her shirt down to the sportsbra she had changed into upon returning home.and the massage being just as intimate, except with the benifet of being across a more exposed area of skin.
Some days have passed since then, and several of my female roomate have expressed concern that I may be on the recieving end of some sort of female manipulation; which is not something I either tolerate or have extensive experience in identifying.