Teaching My Roommate a Lesson


Teaching My Roommate a Lesson

It was the start of a new semester and I had recently moved into a new student house with a new roommate, Sam. I was quite excited to have Sam around. He was tall and handsome with a body that could make any girl swoon.

But as the weeks went on, I began to realize that Sam was a bit of a slacker. He was often late to classes, or not even attending them at all. He’d come home late at night, or sometimes not at all, without a word as to where he had been. And I started to get a bit fed up with it.

I decided it was time to teach him a lesson about responsibility and commitment. So one night when he returned late from god knows where, I decided to sit him down and discuss the situation.

“Sam, what have you been up to tonight? You obviously haven’t been to your classes.” I said in a stern voice.

Sam shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “I went out with some friends,” he said casually.

I crossed my arms in frustration. “Well what kind of friends are they? The kind that keep you out late and make you miss classes?”

Sam sighed. “No, they’re just friends I don’t know very well. We were just hanging out and having fun.”

I shook my head in disapproval. “I’m sorry Sam, but this isn’t acceptable. You’re here to learn and if you’re going to be successful, you need to take your studies seriously. That means being on time, or better yet, early, to your classes and not going out late and skipping classes.”

Sam hung his head in shame. “I understand,” he mumbled.

I sat down next to him and softened my tone. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be too hard on you. I just want you to make the best of your time here and to reach your full potential. I’m here to help you any way I can.”

Sam smiled gratefully. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

I smiled back at him. “Of course. Now, as a way for you to prove to me that you’ve learned your lesson and are going to take this seriously, I’m going to teach you a lesson of my own. You’re going to do whatever I want and no matter how uncomfortable it makes you, you’ll accept it, agreed?”

Sam gave a hesitant nod. “Yes, I guess so.”

I clapped my hands together, pleased that he had acquiesced so quickly. “Great! Then let’s get started, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed two cushions off the sofa and laid them out. Then I walked over to Sam and tugged at his shirt to get him to stand up. I motioned for him to kneel down on the cushions and he complied, looking a little unsure of what was about to happen.

I knelt down in front of him and grabbed his hands. Then, slowly and with purpose, I began to massage and caress his hands. Starting from the tips of his fingers and slowly working my way down to the knuckles, I massaged his hands in small circles and with firm pressure.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure as I continued to work my hands over his. I could tell he was starting to get aroused and I smiled inwardly.

Once his hands were completely relaxed, I moved my hands to his neck and shoulders. I massaged his neck for a few minutes and then I moved slowly down his arms, paying special attention to the sensitive areas of his wrists and forearms. I was careful not to let my hands wander any further as I didn’t want to push him too far and scare him away.

After a few minutes, I pulled away from him and stood up. I held out my hand and pulled him up to a standing position. He looked a little dazed and suddenly very aroused. I smiled at him knowingly and he returned the smile, blushing slightly.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Sam nodded, still a little dazed. “Yes, I think I have,” he replied in a husky voice.

I smiled in satisfaction. “Good. Then why don’t we take this to the next level?”

Sam’s eyes widened in surprise but he nodded eagerly in agreement.

Without another word, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once we were inside, I locked the door behind us and quickly began to undress. Sam followed my lead, stripping off his clothing as well.

Once we were both completely naked, I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist. I leaned down and kissed him passionately, pushing my tongue into his mouth and exploring every inch of him. His hands moved over my body with eagerness, exploring every inch of my skin.

I moved my hips against his and after a few moments, I could feel him growing hard beneath me. His hands moved to my breasts and he started to fondle them gently, pushing and pulling at my nipples until I was moaning with pleasure.

His hands trailed down my body and his fingers slid between my legs. I gasped as his fingers teased my inner walls and soon I was writhing on top of him in pleasure. His thrusts grew faster and harder as I writhed against him and soon I felt a wave of pleasure hit me like a wave.

“Oh Sam!” I cried out as I reached my climax.

After a few moments, I rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed, spent from the pleasure we had just shared.

I looked over at him and smiled. “Well, did you learn your lesson?”

Sam nodded and smiled back. “Yes, better than I ever expected,” he said in a satisfied voice.

I laughed and playfully slapped his chest. “Good. Now put some clothes on, you naughty boy, and get back to your responsible self.”

Sam laughed and started to get up. As he was dressing, I lay there and thought to myself how lucky I was to have a roommate like Sam, who was willing to learn his lesson. It certainly made teaching it a lot more enjoyable.