Randomly fucked my 'strictly platonic' big titted roommate for teasing me endlessly [MF]

This happened some years back at school. I'd moved into a new place at the start of winter. The room I was in was one of three suites on the bottom floor of a house. The suite I had was north facing with a big wall to wall window overlooking the garden. One roommate was a super flamboyant gay dude named Charlie. He often had "loud" company overnight that he'd try to mask by leaving the communal TV in the foyer on. That sucked, although better than having to listen to a guy get loudly fucked in the ass weekly I suppose. The other was a by comparison super quiet and reserved busty-petite brunette girl named Lindsay who flit around the house like a ghost. For the most part, we all kept our doors shut, cooked our own meals, had our own refrigerators, went to different schools, and generally just kept to ourselves and our studies.

Now Lindsay.. she had a thin waist complemented by surprisingly wide hips, and accented with a firm small butt just round enough to stick out of her clothing. Her hair was a vivid brown and went just past her chin, and she had a wickedly cute smile that gave off a very "up to no good" vibe. Best of all, she had HUGE tits for her size, practically a bomber of beer for each breast. That's a lot of tits for a girl that couldn't have been taller than 5'2". They were far from perky; just looking at them could make them jiggle about, and they were always practically exploding out of anything she wore no matter how covered up they were. I imagine clothes shopping was a nightmare for her.

The school year was uneventful. The three of us never interacted outside of meaningless conversation about the weather. But with the end of the rain in April, I began to take my mountain bike out to the local dirt jumps. More often than not when I'd come back, Lindsay would be out in the front of the property gardening. We began to chat. Apparently our landlady refunded Lindsay for buying mulch, seeds, and seedlings. Lindsay could do whatever she wanted in the garden, which was apparently her favourite hobby. Our brief garden meetings unlocked something between us. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other better. She was very shy and a bit ditzy; going to school for "business administration", buying a London Fog at Starbucks most mornings, partying often, wearing yoga pants for every casual activity, and all that. Not a lot of hobbies outside gardening and partying, and not a lot of interest in broadening her horizons. That was fine though, we were so dissimilar to each other that our conversations were always interesting in a "I never would've thought that" kind of way.

Come May, she decided I was going to learn how to cook with her. I was an awful "spreadsheet cook" at the time; basically just plotting the nutritional value of the food I ate and running it against how much physical activity I did to ensure going to the gym wasn't a waste of time. I never used "spices" or anything to actually make my meals taste good. We started off doing stuff like making big batches of tomato sauce together, making our own ground beef meatballs, and ending with a huge batch of spaghetti that could be stored and eaten over the whole week. Efficient and good value! We started doing this every Sunday, combining groceries and prepping meals together for the week. The small kitchen made for a lot of accidental contact as well. She exploited this and reveled in my reactions to the brush of her breasts on my arm, or her butt pressing into my own as she slid by me, laughing and "apologizing".

At the end of May, Charlie left town to live with his family for the summer, but kept paying the rent on his room so he could come back to it in September. With the awkward third wheel gone, we began to spend some of the time not devoted to our regular friends doing stuff with each other. Our friendship was getting progressively more genuine. I'd drive her down to Canadian Tire to get soil/plants/etc. since I had a car, and I taught her how to play some tabletop games like poker, Magic, and chess. Whenever she had something up her sleeve, she would always lean forward and flash her mischievous crooked grin; not the best poker face but it sure was adorable. She also began to do other things that betrayed her new comfort; singing along (poorly) to Kpop in her room, and wearing short shorts and tops that were almost obviously super slutty "just fuck me" clothes, but not quite. Most damning of all, her "accidental" cooking contact reached new heights. She'd press her tits right into my back and reach around me to grab a plate for example, where an "excuse me" would've sufficed. Her excuse? "I'm used to them getting in the way and didn't think about it. Sorry!"

She even directed our conversations to more sexual topics. For example, one time while we were lounging around the common room I mentioned now nice it was with Charlie gone to not have the TV on all night on weekends. She replied "At least you didnt have to hear him getting ass fucked. Why do you think he turned it up so loud?" I responded with a tease, "I thought you would've liked that?" (in a previous conversation about books, she'd confessed to having read a "yaoi" manga before). She laughed and said "Maybe I did! I'm used to loud sex anyways." At this point my cock was looking to escape from my shorts, so I looked for any opportunity to change the subject. I was stubbornly naive; I knew she had a boyfriend and I didn't want to fuck our potential friendship up.

It was not to be though. One hot Saturday in early July, I woke up naked with all the covers thrown off of me, and a severe case of morning wood. I spent the next 30 minutes with my eyes closed edging myself, before finishing off and cleaning up with a towel. I went back to sleep. Lindsay was on the couch watching TV in the common room when I woke up again a couple hours later. She was in her gardening attire still, worn down jean shorts with a whatever t shirt. I walked to the kitchen, and returned to the common room with a bowl of cereal. She gave me a very hard to read look. "You've noticed your drapes are fucked, right?"

My room had wide vertical drapes that were old, dust stained, and missing a few of the 2 inch slats. The headboard of my bed went right up against the window. "Yea? What about them?" I replied. "First Charlie and now you. Why do I keep getting pervert roommates? Next time check if I'm outside before you start beating yourself off all morning." Her cute mischievous smile made an appearance, while mine took on the appearance of a ripe tomato. I tried to stutter out an apology and promptly retreated to my room, wondering how much she'd seen. It sounded like she was.. watching.

Lindsay now took every opportunity to tease me. For example, if I was in my room with the blinds closed and she was outside, she'd knock on the window and say "Hey, keep your pants on!" Or when I got out of the shower, she'd say "What are you doing in the shower that takes 20 minutes? I only need 30 seconds with the shower head!" Her boyfriend lived 4 hours away and I'd never seen them visit; was she coming on to me or did she just like making me squirm? She was either a slut or a bitch, and I couldn't figure out which.

I found out soon enough though. Lindsay walked through the door late one afternoon. She was wearing some shorts and a loose t shirt over a one piece bathing suit, carrying a backpack, and was looking a bit tipsy. I was sitting on the couch sorting some cards on the table. I asked if she'd been out at the beach, "Beach and margheritas!" she replied. She plopped down on the loveseat across from the couch. "No hot guys at the lake though. Just families." "Yea all the hot guys are at home." I replied, she hit back with "Charlie isn't back until September." Oof. "What, do you imagine getting double teamed by him and one of his boyfriends?" "No way, I'd need to buy another even louder TV or the neighbours would call the cops." "I'd lose patience and shut all of you up long before that!"

Lindsay's wicked smile came back. She brought her index finger up to the corner of her mouth and lightly bit the nail. "From what I've seen you could shut me up pretty quick." she quickly glanced down at my now slightly bulging shorts. I laughed awkwardly, "Guess we'll have to find out in September." I couldn't resist letting my eyes casually wander her body. "Maybe!" she replied, and with that grabbed her bag and walked into her room. I walked into my own, ditched my clothes, and promptly made myself cum to the thought of Lindsay screaming loudly and bouncing around in my lap. At this point, I needed to fuck her and get this poisonous frustration out of my mind.

Literally the next day Lindsay had come up with another creative way to torture me for my indecisiveness. I was microwaving a cup of water at around 9PM to make some tea. Lindsay was listening to Kpop in her room with the door shut. The microwave beeped, her door opened, and she walked down to the common room. As I filled a teabag, the TV turned on and the volume was cranked up. Lindsay came back upstairs. "You alright with that being on tonight?" I looked at her flabbergasted. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap top, obviously no bra, and some wide thick grey panties. "What for?" I asked. "Well, I don't want to pull a Charlie on you. The whole loud sex thing." My stomach shook and tumbled around like a wooden rollercoaster at that. I mustered myself and tried to play it cool, "I didn't even see your boyfriend arrive." thinking he must have quietly arrived when I was in my room.

"He's not here. It's just me and my new toy. 'Shut me up' if I'm too loud." and with that she promptly stepped into her room and slammed the door behind her. I spent the next 30 minutes sipping my tea in my room and struggling with my morals, dick thicker than my fucking skull, before I grabbed some condoms from my nightstand and left my room.