Any ideas, except him having enough and taking her against her will are much welcome. This is just a rough and basic idea for the setting and characters - let's get wild with what we have ;-)

It's a sunny Saturday morning, as he sits in the kitchen. His left hand holds the warm cup of morning tea, while the fingers of the right hand dance mindlessly against the touchscreen of hisiPad. He reads the current news, but his mind is somewhere else, or rather with someone else.

Every week is the same scenario. Every Friday night, his roommate Nicole goes to "unwind" after a stressful week at work. She always exits their place with a loud and uncaring "Don't wait up for me, I'm going to be VERY busy!" before running off to a party or a nightclub. She comes back home, exactly at 7:00 a.m looking like hell but being relaxed and happy... for obvious reasons.

And this week is not any different. Three seconds before the planned time, he hears the sound of the opening door. A second later, slow, tired clicks of woman's heels sound against the wooden floor, as he feels her presence in the kitchen. He grinned.

"Morning sunshine" he greets her with a little sarcasm in his tone, not even bothering to look up. Moments like those were their "thing." - her coming home bright early in the morning with a massive hangover but also a blissful smile on her face, and him being... him. Not judging, not commenting and being okay with everything she's doing in his own, personal, sarcastic way. Or at least... keeping the appearances.

"Morning" she responds with surprising raspiness in her voice, that finally made him look at her. He was greeted by her "Saturday Morning look" - messy dark hair, ruined so much that she didn't even bother to hide it, and the sight of her lace lingerie, shamelessly sticking out from the pocket of her ridiculously short jeans shorts. His eyes involuntarily got drawn to the sight of her small nipples poking through the snowy white (and a little torn) top, before he noticed how she was palming her throat for comfort.

"What's with the voice?" he asks with a little concern as he stands up from his chair.

"I choked on a dick." she responds quietly, as she moves to take the vacated place. With a deep sigh, she removes her 6 inch heels before leaning the back of her head against the cold kitchen tiles. - Two actually. Really, really big. Couldn't breathe. - she quickly corrects herself, as a playful smirk formed on her lips at the recollection of the events from a couple of hours ago and turned her head to the side, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

"I would tell you the whole story, but... but you probably know it already how it went." she murmurs with a blissful grin as another massive yawn escapes her lips. And boy was she right. Her statement made him smile, as he turns towards the fridge and pulls out various products before getting to work. Ten minutes later, a plate of freshly cooked scrambled eggs with bacon, along with a piece of bread with vegetables lied in front of her, along with a glass filled with cold orange juice.

"I love you." she fires at the sight in front of her, before taking the first greedy bite of the eggs, and letting out another shameless moan of delight on the food, setting off a wave of shivers that ran down his spine. - I'm going to pay you back for this. And the countless before's. I'll let you do me one day. You'll see. - she states, shoving obnoxiously down her throat, making him wish she would put something entirely else instead. But despite small signs or arousal that stirred somewhere deep in his body, he felt another thing. Resignment.

He and Nicole met in very simple and plain circumstances. Forced to move out of the city after a horrible breakup, he ended up answering her ad about a room to rent. He met with her for the first time, about twenty seconds after ringing on her doorbell, he already knew that their first meeting would be... unforgettable. At least for the Philip who was fresh, naive and wasn't prepared for the bluntness and honesty that came from Nicole's side.

She greeted him, wearing a gorgeous and expensive looking lingerie set that lied on her body in such perfect way, that he found himself forgetting about his manners and ogling her fit and toned body for more than a second. But she did not mind - every look down her ample cleavage, every glance towards her ass brought a flirtatious grin to her face, but her response spiced up with a seductive wiggle of her eyebrows was the beginning of something... something truly spectacular.

Oh it's not for you, hotshot. I have a hot chick that's going to take gooooooooood care of me. Wanna free show as you check out the place?

Intimidated by the honesty of her intentions, confused by the rapidly unfolding events, turned on so much by all the possibilities and yet, still holding to his manners he politely refused and bolted literally a second after getting a glance of his new room, promising to move in the next twenty four hours.

If he thought that their initial meeting was "adventurous" for him, boy he was in for surprise. His first month living together with her was a wild fucking ride. He got to know Nicole much better, and one thing was certain - she liked sex. Really, really liked sex. If she wasn't having it in her own home, she was masturbating. If she wasn't having it, or masturbating, she talked about it. With him. A lot.

The list of her sexual adventures that she had, over the course of her life was extensive. Seriously, Wikipedia had nothing on what she did... and she did a lot - men, women, both men and women, rooms filled with men and women, at home, in public, in the country, outside the country, wearing clothes, completely naked... the list goes on, and on, and on. And she never spared a detail, recounting her adventures.

She was blunt, shameless in her attitude towards sex... but also really, really enjoyed it. She wasn't some dumb, desperate girl who found sexual pleasure as a substitute for something, she wasn't a "cock addict" who's meaning of life was centered around sexual pleasure. Hell no - underneath the killer body, cute smile, incredible amounts of ambition... was just an untamed cat, who liked to play.

But not with him. He was the avid listener to his stories, he was the (more or less) willing spectator (to this very day, the image of her bare breasts pressing against the glass panel of his door, as she was being taken from behind, mixed with her loud moans have been carved deep into his brain. And yes, he was jacking off, as he sat in front of the door!) but he was constantly on the side, while dozens (hundreds!) of men and women went through her room and her bed.

And this has been going on for eight months. Eight months of (what he considered) broken promises, eight months of nervous anticipation, sexual tension and countless other things that kept him horny and waiting.

"... right." he murmured dejectedly, as he took the final sip of his tea. He was met with silence, and after a sound of a loudly closed door, he realized that she was already gone. The sight of her panties lying on the table, marking the path of quickly removed clothes made him groan, as the wave of fantasies and images of how she has spent the night flooded his brain.

No. Nothing has changed at all. he thought as he exited the kitchen, angrily closing the door behind him.

Absolutely nothing.