You and your first roommate out of college could not have been more different.

Where you were short and a little chubby, Jessica was tall, slender and beautiful. She often teased you - good-naturedly, of course - that you would have to rely on your tits to find a boyfriend, large as they were. It didn’t help that you were a little nerdy, more than a little shy, and hardly willing to put yourself out on the dating scene.

Jessica, by comparison, had a string of boyfriends through her modelling side gig - sometimes two or three at a time, it seemed - throughout the two years you lived together in your small, barely-two-bedroom shoebox apartment. Once or twice a week, you would have to listen to her squealing even louder than her bedsprings through the wall you shared. It wasn’t exactly an erotic sound, as you were pretty sure she was faking at least some of her enthusiastic whimpers. However, she always emerged in the morning glowing with smug self-satisfaction, sitting down to breakfast in her fling’s oversized shirt - even though she had a wardrobe full of her own clothes. You wondered if she just wanted an excuse for the guys to poke their shirtless, well-muscled torsos out of the bedroom and plead for it back while you were in the kitchen with her.

Yuck.

You never really envied her. The men she brought home were all the same: gorgeous, but dumb as rocks. When you asked her to keep it down a bit because you’d been losing sleep on work nights, she only giggled and pretended like it was just soooo unavoidable.

She wasn’t a horrible roomie, all things considered. She paid her rent on time, was more or less clean and tidy, and was quiet when she wasn’t getting railed. Sure, she constantly ribbed you about being a nerdy loser, but it was all in good fun. Right? She didn’t actually think she was better than you.

Still, you always harboured a secret desire to prove her wrong. You’d get your own boyfriend, and you’d show her.

You’d show her.

You hadn’t meant that you literally wanted to show her, of course. Yet here you were, three weeks into the brand new relationship you’d finally managed to get into, frozen mid-thrust as the two of you stared in horror at Jessica’s stunned face in the doorway.

Alex was a nice lad from work, with similarly nerdy interests to you, a little chubby himself but tall and broad enough that you melted under his large hands. Tonight was no exception, and your mutual lust had overtaken you to such an extent that you had allowed him to strip most of your clothes off while watching a movie, to the point you were now bouncing your soft, curvaceous body in his lap wearing just a t-shirt, your thick ass clapping heavily as you engulfed his thick, curved, condom-wrapped cock, peppering his lips and face with sloppy kisses that he enthusiastically returned, gripping your waist tightly. Fuck, you felt like a queen. A triumphant moan had slipped from your lips as you revelled in the simple pleasure of bouncing on your big, strong boyfriend’s burly cock, feeling him twitch and clench as you both slowly climbed towards your inevitable climax. Jessica didn’t know shit. You almost wished she wasn’t out tonight, so that she’d have to listen to you getting railed for once.

“...Chloe?”

You felt the colour drain from your face as you whipped your head around, both your and Alex’s eyes shooting straight to the cracked door where a sleepy-looking Jessica stood, swaying slightly as she took in the scene. From that angle, she’d have a perfect view of your pussy split open by Alex’s thick shaft, rivulets of your sloppy arousal cascading down onto his already-sticky crotch as you froze at the apex of your bouncing.

“Fuck,” Alex muttered, his hands squeezing at your midriff reflexively.

“Fuck,” you echoed, but there was a thickness to your voice that you couldn’t quite fathom yourself. You felt Jessica’s eyes on you, unable to tear her gaze away as she took in your half-nakedness, your wetness, your reckless sluttiness as you rode your boyfriend on the sofa she paid half for. There had already been a low, comfortable fire burning in your abdomen, but feeling her shocked, judgemental gaze raking across your body stoked it into an inferno.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you sat down, impaling yourself to the hilt on Alex’s cock, but moved no further. Glancing over your shoulder, you forced Jessica to make eye contact with you even as your skin exploded in pleasurable goosebumps. “Didn’t think you were home,” you said archly, carelessly.

“I…” She paused, gulped, then tried again. “I wasn’t gonna be… look, do you have to, uh…?”

As if possessed, you slowly ground your hips back and forth, feeling Alex’s thick shaft throbbing inside of you as he stifled a groan of his own. The whole time, you kept your eyes locked on Jessica’s, saying nothing until she pressed her lips tight, frowned, and backed away, closing the door to her bedroom behind her.

“Uh…” Alex looked positively mortified as you turned back to him. “We should probably… stop? Or move it to your room, at least?”

“No!” you snapped, grinning as a pleasurable shudder ran through your entire body. “Mmmmph…fuck me, baby. I’m gonna cum like a fucking rocket.”

“Is that even a thi-nnghh, God…” he groaned, losing his train of thought as you pressed your lips back against his, doing your best to share the fierce heat that was rising inside of you. Adjusting your posture, you wrenched your stuffed pussy free of his cock before slamming it down again, working your hips with a passion you didn’t know you were capable of. You caught yourself drooling against Alex’s mouth as you rode him towards the strongest climax you’d ever felt, but you were so far gone you didn’t even care.

Look at me now, bitch.

Fuck. Um, this scene sorta came to me out of nowhere. Basically, a little contrast play, a little exhibitionism, a little voyeurism. Your roommate has always been kinda horrible to you (we can tune it down to ‘basically your imagination’ or up to ‘full-on bullying’) all this time, but you’ve finally got the boyfriend you wanted, and though it wasn’t your intent, it’s time for revenge.

Basically, getting accidentally caught unlocks a powerful exhibitionist streak in you - perhaps in Alex too. You’re now going to do your best to try and get Jessica to walk in on you at every chance you get. Could start by walking around half-naked like she seems to think nothing of doing, starting sex acts where you know she might come through, then eventually escalate to just walking into her room with Alex and holding conversations with her while he fucks you. Whether you pretend nothing is amiss or if you gloat shamelessly over her is up to you and your personality.

We can suspend disbelief a little with Jessica’s reactions. Obviously she’s not gonna go to the cops or make any kind of fuss, but she’s not gonna be happy. Whether she just tries to avoid it, slowly starts to come around to enjoying the show (not that she’d admit it) or tries to outdo us is kinda up for negotiation.

The focus is still on you and I. You wouldn’t have to play Jessica, she’s basically just there as an accessory to feed the exhibitionism kink. This could also eventually extend to fucking outside the apartment, risking being seen by others as well, but at least initially the focus is on really reversing what Jessica’s been doing to you.

Other kinks to consider include excessive cum, one-man bukkakes, squirting/gushing, sloppy oral, face sitting, ball sucking, all the (non-bathroom) messy stuff. Chubby/curvy girls showing up classically skinny, pretty types. Body positivity and growing confidence. Worshipping big breasts, (gentle) nipple play, sex that escalates into affectionate roughness. Mating press, loud moans, ass clapping, tits bouncing, eyes rolling, beds shaking. The works. Full kinklist on my profile, let me know what you’re into.

Limits are cruel stuff, butt stuff, bathroom stuff, painful stuff and S&M. ‘Chloe’ is a stock name, keep it or change it.