You try to make amends and sleep

You waddle over to your bed, one hand holding your plate of food whilst the other clownishly covers your cock and balls from Sam’s gaze. You feel so foolish, but it’s Sam’s rules, and you aren’t willing to test her boundaries much more today.

You slip underneath the blanket before placing your food on the table next to you. Finally, some decent coverage. You practically snuggle into the warm embrace of your bedding.

You examine the plate Sam made you, a simple pasta dish with two slices of garlic bread. On the surface it looks completely normal, banal even. Hungry nonetheless, you take for fork full and bite.

The taste is superb, an explosion of flavors you can’t describe. It’s creamy but not too sweet, it has a mild kick but isn’t too spicy. After swallowing your first bite you immediately take a second and a third, and before you know it half your plate is gone. You take the slice of garlic bread and place the pasta on top, a combination that just makes sense to you. You bite into it, the garlicky crunch of the bread adds a whole new flavor to an already great dish.

“This is really good!” You say mid chew.

Sam doesn’t respond, pausing for a brief moment before going back to lifting her weights.

Your enthusiastic food fueled excitement quickly turns into somber disappointment. You don’t want Sam to hate you forever, she’s your roommate after all. Your first impression may have been pretty bad, and you’ve been oddly unlucky with your chance encounters with her recently, but you still feel this need to make amends.

“I’m…. Sorry.” You say out of the blue.

“Sorry?” Sam looks up at you with brewing distain.

“I’m sorry for jerking off in the shower. I thought I was alone, and… well, I had a pretty long day, so…”

“So? So what? It’s still gross! I’m not showering in the Sam tub you jizz in.” Sam says in disgust. You never really thought about that in hindsight, thinking most of your fluids would just go down the drain.

“I-I get that, but it’s just, I know we didn’t get off on the best footing, but if you could just understand why—”

“Why you jerk off 24/7? Cause you’re a pervert!” Sam interjects.

“No!” You exclaim, tired of hearing that word from her. “I’m stuck completely naked against my will 24/7 with every other woman wanting to fuck the shit out of me! You know how hard it is to just get around campus like this?” You gesture to your naked body.

“That’s no excuse!” Sam replies, dropping her weights to the floor to stand up.

“I think it’s a perfectly good excuse! Imagine if you had to walk around naked all day, being teased and groped till you feel like exploding! God forbid you get worked up over it and want to blow off steam.”

“There’s blowing off steam, and there’s blatant creepy behavior like jerking off in a random girls shower!” Sam replies.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I really am. But all I’m trying to say is that I’m not some creep who wants to torment you. I’m not out to get you or do anything to you. I just want to get these 4 years over with so I can wear clothes again, and if that means I gotta jerk off to calm down sometimes, then I’ll do it on the other side of campus if it means making sure you aren’t uncomfortable.”

You two go silent, unsure how to continue this heated conversation. If you knew the tensions between you and Sam would be this high, you probably wouldn’t have even said anything to her, but you felt a bit lighter getting all those feelings off your chest.

After a couple more moments of silence, Sam scoffs and sits back down in her chair. “Whatever. Just don’t do it again.” She says before going right back to lifting weights again.

“Yeah…” You reply. You feel bitter, confused as to why Sam won’t get your struggles.

You quickly finish the rest of your dinner and do up the dishes, feeling too angry to even have a boner whilst doing them like last time. You don’t do much else after the dishes are cleaned, so you turn in for the night, dreading what could possibly happen tomorrow.