Get mad

"Hey!" You yell, glowering at him. "I never agreed to that!"

You can just about tell he's grinning lecherously at you now, and you cross your arms over your chest to hide your breasts from his perverted gaze. You curse inwardly for actually getting excited about this guy before.

"Sure you did," he scoffs. "I clearly pointed at it and said I'd be tearing it up, and you were fine with it."

"I obviously thought you meant my panties!"

"If I meant that, I'd have said 'tear those up', not 'tear that up'."

You're about to tear up if this carries on any longer. This can't be how it goes! You wanted to experience sex, sure, but on your own terms. Not as some prize for some stranger you just met.

Worse than a stranger, a flatmate! You're stuck with this guy for an entire year, you realise. If you let him get away with this, he will be truly insufferable to be around.

He kneels down in front of you again, and places a hand firmly on each thigh. His erect dick bobs out in front of him, and you can feel yourself in its crosshairs. "Now c'mon, no time to be a sore loser. Though, I guess, pfft," he snorts, "given what you're about to lose, pretty soon you won't be able to help being sore, will you?"