Before being married, I was living in a house with two artist students. My then girlfriend lived in her own house share. Ours was a very large house with spare rooms we'd use for studio space, open areas for communal get togethers and all in all we were a happy group of three young guys, committing to our creative lives and generally having a good time.
We decided after some time that one of the smaller, unused rooms may as well be used for another flatmate to reduce our expenditure.
The word went out that we were looking for another arty type and after only a couple of applicants we settled on a young female artist. It may not be politically correct that we chose her for her petite frame, cropped pixie hair, mysteriously quiet manner and outright good looks, but that's how it goes when three young men choose a new flatmate and a beauty like Cassy applies.
Cassy moved in without much fanfare and set herself up with help from her parents. We all went about our lives and didn't really hear much from her. To us this became a little strange as we were quite social.
The other guys lived in the downstairs of the house and I was upstairs, as was Cassy. Due to this, the guys asked me if I heard from her much. They were worried we'd got someone in that didn't gel with our social lifestyle.
It was true I hadn't seen her much, so I started to try and get to know Cassy a little. I knocked on her door one day and asked if I could come in her room. She was fine with that and we started what was to become a longer term friendship. It turns out where we though we were artists, Cassy really was. Her drawings were almost like photos. Cassy's paintings also were well beyond her years. She left us all in the dust, yet hid them away. I encouraged Cassy to display them, but she was very introverted and used her art as a way to express herself then hide them away. Her confidence was seriously lacking for the quality of work she was capable of.
I started to realise as I got to know Cassy that I really was attracted to her. She was incredibly beautiful behind that shy, quiet persona. Petite, firm yet curvy and alluring. Well dressed, stylish. This girl was quite a catch. My girlfriend noticed of course and would regularly make fun of her in a way to distract from what laid beneath her shy outward shell. Calling her names subtly and minimising her in general.
I don't appreciate people being put down so I retaliated by starting to flirt with Cassy, almost as a form of defense for her. At first it was subtle, then as time passed I noticed she was responding. Truly responding. This has an obvious effect on a young man. Each interaction became bolder, we became closer, our body language changed.
Where once her door was always closed and often locked, Cassy regularly now left it ajar. It was only her and I in the top half of the house most of the time and she trusted me, as I her. Where once she'd shower and get dressed in the bathroom, she'd now shower and walk back to her room wrapped only in her towel. Sometimes she'd even stop at my door, draped only in her towel and chat for a minute before moving on. Her towel barely covering her tight little ass.
She was a very shy girl and the whole thing was played out over time. After a shower one hot day in summer I walked past her room, her door ajar enough to see her laying on her bed, naked except for a sheet over parts of her body. She was on her stomach, with one leg drawn up and her perfect little ass arched up and almost fully on display. Her bare back was exposed, her head turned away. She was almost exposing her pussy, almost but not quite. I knew she herself had only showered some 20 minutes earlier. There was no way Cassy was asleep as must have been pretending to now. It was a show and it was for me. Her face was turned away so I could watch without hinderance. I can only imagine how hard her small heart would have been racing.
As time rolled on though, Cassy found she didn't really gel with the other guys in the house. Also it seemed that way with life in general. Cassy was incredibly creative, somewhat brilliantly and sometimes genius doesn't mix with the day to day grind. Cassy moved out in time and moved about to different houses, never really happy in any of them. Our mutual attraction was real and we kept in contact via the internet and maintained our flirty manner. I started to feel she was waiting for me to break up with my girlfriend. She wasn't going to be "that girl".
I hadn't heard from Cassy in a while and then one day I received a message that she'd moved to the coast, setup a little studio in a house she rented by herself and had taken up surfing. This was great news. I was by now living with my girlfriend in our own unit and told her that I was off to visit Cassy that day, have a surf, stay with another male friend that night and that I'd be back the next day.
My girlfriend was perhaps a little put off I could see it, but she agreed to it. I did surf regularly, she knew I was friends with Cassy and I believe she truly thought she was a much better catch than Cassy. Whatever her reason, we hadn't been together all that long yet and my girlfriend was good about me going to visit, at least on the surface.
I loaded my van, grabbed my board and hit the coast road. Excited about a chance to surf in an area I frequented as a teenager as much as to catch up with Cassy.
When I arrived the house was a dream. Wooden, wide verandahs. It was quite old fashioned with outdoor shower and toilet in a separate building. It was well maintained and only 2 streets from the beach. Cassy somewhat awkwardly greeted me, but we cuddled and relaxed a little. I was excited and Cassy and I laughed and caught up as I unloaded the van.
We decided to cut to the chase, grab our boards and hit the surf.
Cassy was still shy but was comfortable now in her little surfing world. She changed into a bikini, grabbed her board and towel and we walked to the beach. In the water, she was aware of my experience surfing and made apology sounds for her lower skill level. I refused to hear them, laughing with her and encouraging her to take waves as they came. We were having a great session.
Cassy paddled up beside me after a failed attempt at catching a wave. I teased her for not making the wave so she splashed water at me then paddled forward in faux disgust with a grin on her face. Turning back she lifted her ass ever so slightly on the board, almost giving it a wiggle and over her shoulder poked her tongue at me. She was flirting with me, and physically! Cassy turned away again and paddled towards an oncoming wave. She duck dived under it, lifting that small, curvy ass into the air much higher than needed and offered me a view of her bikini, wet and clinging to her pussy as she dived under the wave. She was fishing for me and I was taking her bait.
We finished our surf session and headed into shore. The sun felt great on our bodies and we were mentally energised from the surf, if not a little physically fatigued. Toweling off Cassy reverted to a more shy personality again. She got changed into a beachy summer dress and we decided some food was in order.
Walking to the shops around the corner we laughed and caught up on life. We felt comfortable around each other and really enjoyed ourselves. We grabbed some takeaway food and dropped into the liquor store for some beers and wine for later.
Later didn't take long though. Within the hour Cassy and I were back at the house, relaxing in the cool afternoon and well into our third drink each. We became a little louder and laughed a lot more. I got cheeky and brought up the topic of her bikini choice.
