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The Roommate (Abandoned)
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: February 2007(?)

Back about 2 years ago, I ran into some hard luck. I lost my job, I quit school, and my parents really didn't want anything to do with me ever since I left the house. I left on bad terms any ways so I expected nothing from them and doubted they expected any more from me. I finally ran out of money and had to vacate my apartment and find somewhere else to live. I decided to check in with an old friend of mine, Steven. We hadn't talked in a while but we were really good friends so I doubted he would turn me away.
I knocked on the door to his place; he still was living in the same apartment he had rented for years. He must have really liked it there or had an extremely great rent rate because everyone else I knew changed apartments as often as they would change their underwear. I smiled my all too familiar smile when he opened the door.
"Chuck! Dude, is that you?"
"You know it is buddy!"
"Man, what's up? It's been so long since we talked and now here you are on my doorstep." We shook hands and embraced like old friends would.
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"Jeez, I'm sorry, where are my manners, come in, come in."
We both took a seat on the couch.
"You know I was just talking to Karen about you."
"Yeah? Wait...who's Karen?"
"Oh man, I forgot it has been a while. Karen is my fiancee; we're getting married in just two months."
"Man, congrats. I always knew you'd find a great girl and hook up with her."
Steven seemed a little put off by my use of 'hook up.' It was a more juvenile and disrespectful way to speak about marriage, it was better to be used when talking about dating. Steven's facial expression gave his distaste away but it quickly passed.
"Chuck, you don't even know the half of it. Karen is incredible; she's beautiful, smart, funny, and she cooks." He sighed, happily.
"Well now, maybe you'll finally be eating something more than just Rice Krispies in the morning."
"I hope so but I'll hopefully pick some things up as well so the burden isn't always on her."
"Oh sure you will man, you were always a quick learner."
Steven laughed, "Still the kiss up you used to be, eh Chuck?"
"You know it man," I said with a smirked smile.
The television made its presence known with a really loud commercial. Chuck quickly reached for the remote and powered off the TV.
"So tell me man, what's goin' on with you this past year or so?" Chuck asked.
I sat there and told him my story of recent failures and my hard times I ran across and just like the true friend he is, he allowed me to ease into the favor we both knew I was going to ask him.
"I'm extremely sorry to hear that man; you need a place to stay for a while?"
"I appreciate it man but, I don't want to put you out, I mean you got a fiancee living here with ya and..."
"Nonsense! You are my friend and I am there for you whenever you need help."
"Thanks man but, what about Karen? Won]t she mind?"
"Nah, Karen is sweet as can be, I'm sure she'd understand."
"Alright man, thanks. I really, truly appreciate this."
"Think nothing of it."
"Still though, I'd like to help out in some way; I don't wanna be some deadbeat living here but I'm not sure if I can give you money at least, not right at the moment."
"That's no problem man, you don't have to give us or do anything for us. You'll be our guest for as long as it takes you to get back on your feet."
"Thanks man, and don't worry I'll stay out of you guys' way."
"Dude, Chuck...I know you and you couldn't be in our way on your worst day," Steven said, laughing.
For hours we sat around talking about the old days and it was a lot like the years we shared as friends together except both of us had matured substantially from those days. We used to talk about tits and ass and pornography but now we discussed finance, social events, and things of that nature. I had to laugh during one of Steven's discussions of the global trade industry.
"What's so funny?" He asked, smiling.
"You, know us; sitting here talking about global trade and all that stuff we would never talk about back in the day. It's just funny how much things change isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is. If someone had told me 5 years ago this is what I would be like I would not have believed it for a second."
It was right about this time that Karen came walking in the door to see me and Steven sitting at the coffee table.
"Hey honey," Karen said. She looked at me and smiled beautifully. I was envious, how could Steven get so lucky.
"Hi sweetheart," Steven said, walking over to her. They embraced and kissed. "Oh, this here..." Steven said, gesturing to me, " my good friend, Chuck. We go way back."
"Oh this is the Chuck you were talking about."
"Yep, that's him."
Karen walked over to me, extending her hand for a handshake. I quickly rose from my chair to shake her hand. " Hi, I'm Karen, delighted to meet you, Chuck."
"The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure. Steven has said nothing but good things about you."
"He better have!" Karen yelled in a joking voice. She laughed and set her purse down on the kitchen counter and walked to the stove turning it on.
"Karen honey, I've invited Chuck to stay a while with us. He's run into some bad luck and needs a place to..."
"I don't even need a reason; I'd be honored to have you stay with us Chuck for how ever long you need, want, whatever."
"Thanks, I really do appreciate this."
            And from about 6 till the wee hours of the morning we all sat around talking. We did enjoy Karen's tremendous cooking sometime in the middle there but mostly we talked. Karen and I got very well acquainted and the three of us talked about everything and anything from our lives or our world.
            It's was around 2 a.m. when we finally retired for the night. The guest room that they put me in was very neat and tidy and bigger than I thought it would be. I was pretty tired so I quickly washed up and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

            I woke up the next morning around 10 a.m. feeling pretty refreshed. I usually slept at midnight and woke up at 8 a.m. but I got the same amount of sleep I usually would. Steven and Karen must have gotten up earlier and left because I was alone in the house. I quickly threw on the same outfit I wore yesterday and walked to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of Rice Krispies and shoveled it down, I was starving. I washed and cleaned the bowl after I was done and placed it back in their cupboard. After that I really wasn't sure what to do. I needed to find a job but where to look? I eventually settled on the newspaper and after calling a number of places I finally found the one. It was an office job, just like my last and there were extremely desperate for workers. I quickly showered and got a change of clothes and headed over there. I barely had to say 2 words to the guy for me to be hired to work 5 days a week from 10:00 a.m. to 7 p.m. for about 10 bucks an hour. It wasn't great; the pay was ok and the 5 day work week was a plus but the hours were awful. Still a job was job and right now I needed one badly.
            I returned to the house around noon. Today was Friday and I didn't start my job until Monday so I decided to relax in the mean time. I watched crappy TV until Karen got home.
            "Hey Chuck. How's it goin'?"
            "It's good; I actually got a job today. I start Monday."
            "That's great news. Glad to hear it, I knew you'd bounce back fast."
            "Yeah..." I was going to say more but I was mesmerized by Karen's gorgeous ass as I viewed it from the couch with her in the kitchen. She wore tight jeans that hugged her incredible cheeks. I quickly turned away but noticed she was already turned around when I did. She gave me a crooked look.
            "We're you just staring at my ass?" She said, smiling.
            "Me? What? No...of course not."
            "Really? Because I think you were."
            I had no reply this time. Nothing I said would have made the awkward situation any better.
            "Come with me a minute," she said, walking towards me. I got up off the couch and followed her as we walked into my bedroom.
            "Why are we here?" I asked, anxiously.
            "Well Steven's not going to be home for another 3 hours so I thought maybe we'd have a little fun. Plus I think you're pretty cute."
            "Thank you but, I can't do that to a friend of mine."
            "Come on, I know you want to and it's not like we are married right now. You should take me while you can."
            "It's just not right...I'm sorry." I turned to leave but she stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around to face her; a maniacal expression ran across her face."
            "How lucky was I to have found a real gentleman who's going to make me do things the hard way."
            "What do you mean?" I asked, frightened now.
            "You'll see," she said, smiling. The grip of her hand on my shoulder tightened as she reached for something in the drawer to the right of me. Her hand emerged with 2 pairs of handcuffs in her hand, their presence only heightening my fear. I now stood there wondering what she had planned for me as she spun me around and slapped the cuffs onto my wrists and then bent down and slapped the other pair on my ankles.
            She pulled my back close to her and wrapped her arm from the top of my shoulder to around my chest, like a Rambo ammunition belt, and then she whispered in my ear, "I have been waiting a long time for someone to come by and be my toy. I was beginning to think it would never happen but now here you are. Aren't you lucky?"
            "Wha...what are you going to do to me?"
            "Here, I'll give you a taste."
            Karen turned me around to face her once more and pushed me to my knees. Then she turned around presenting me with a lovely view of her ass. "You and my ass are going to get very well acquainted," She said, as she put both hands behind my head and forced my face up against her jean covered ass. She held me there tight, even as I struggled for freedom. And then, PRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
            "Oh yeah! Smell it! Take it all in!"
            The fight in me became stronger but her hold on me was unyielding and I was forced to remain there, taking in her awful fart stench until she finally let me go about 30 seconds later.
            "How was that? Did you enjoy it?"
            I coughed and gagged, " was awful!"
            "Really? I thought it was rather good. Maybe you just need a little something."
            Karen went to the nearby dresser and pulled out a white sock. She strutted, sensually, over to me, still recovering from the last blast, and jammed the sock into my mouth. My overactive gag reflex began to kick in and I choked a few times as I struggled to change my breathing from mouth to nose but eventually I stabilized. The last fart still hung, heavily, in the air.
           "There now, that's better. Now what to do with you? What to do? Oh, I know! Let's put you on the bed, it's one of my favorite positions."
            Karen grabbed a large chunk of my hair and yanked hard to stand me up. She dragged me to the side of the bed and pushed me down and maneuvered me so my head was at the foot of the bed and my foot at the head. She then came around to where my head lay and sat on my face.

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