The Game

Okay, so I woke up and didn't even think of sex, alright? Not once. At least... not for a start.

I'd forgotten about the game; the photos; the notes.

The sun was streaming in the window, and I was just enjoying lying there. Fridays were great. I didn't have any commitments until after lunch, and I generally made the most of it.

As the morning wore on, I dozed for a while, then read for a bit, and then, eventually, and a little reluctantly, decided to get up.

The room was warm, and I didn't need my robe, so I just grabbed a towel, and padded my way to the bathroom.

It wasn't until I was standing there, naked, a towel in my hand, looking in the mirror, that it all came back to me. Once all the events of the last few days had flowed back through my mind, a naughty thought came to me. Just one. While I was lying in bed, I had heard noises in the kitchen. At least one of my housemates was in there. I thought it over, smiled, and resisted. I turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up.

Standing there waiting, I reconsidered. Numerous times. Decided it was insane. More than once. I tested the water, and it was ready. I hung the towel, walked back to the shower, and stopped, just before I got wet.

I'm sure I smiled at the unlikelihood of my actions, before I turned, leaving the shower running, and picked my towel off the rail. I wrapped myself, achieving decency, but only just. I checked in the mirror, and left the bathroom; black hair, white shoulders, sky-blue towel, and white legs.

I opened the kitchen door quietly and looked in. Michael was standing there, washing the dishes, with his back to me.

"Mike, where's Steve?"

He didn't even turn. "Out somewhere. Back later. Why?"

"Just wondered." I walked into the kitchen properly. "Umm... listen, do you need to do that now?"

"Umm... well, it's gotta get done."

"Yeah. It makes the shower go funny when you mess with the water."

"Oh, well, I can leave it for a while I guess."

"Turn around, Mike."

"Huh? Oh!"

"Yeah. Listen, are you paying attention?"

"You bet. What's up?"

"I'm in a strange mood."

"Uh huh. I can tell that, Heather."

"I'm... making a one time, never to be repeated offer. It doesn't mean anything. I didn't even

know

it was you in here, and not Steve. Well?"

"But... what's the offer?"

"A shower."

"I

had

a shower."

"With

me

."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. The hot water is disappearing down the drain, and we are still here..."

"Heather, you don't

do

this."

"No. So is that your answer?"

"No, no. Just... you sure?"

"Sure enough to be asking. You?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

"No strings, understand?"

"Yeah. No strings."

"You got a condom?"

"Bedroom."

"I'm not sure you're thinking straight. I'll come get it with you." I took his hand, and led him unresistingly down the hallway. "Quickly Mike. Hot water, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"Oh, can I hope that you won't tell Steve?"

"Oh, not a word."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Good. Isn't this your room, Mike?"

"Oh, yeah. A bit distracted."

"Good. Condom."

"Yep, yep. Here."

"Come on then, before I change my mind."

"You wouldn't, would you?"

"Not sure I

could,

Mike. Come on."

Once we got back to the bathroom, Mike threw the condom onto the shelf in the shower stall, and turned back to me. I'd hung the towel, and was standing, grinning, in front of him, naked.

"Oh Heather, you should dress like that more often."

"No shock value in that."

"None needed."

"There's an extra kiss for you, for that."

He stood and stared then, still in shock, while I lifted his shirt up over his stomach and chest. After I raised my eyebrows for a few seconds, he lifted his arms, and I pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. I might not have fancied him, but there was nothing wrong with his chest. I kissed his nipples and grinned at him again before kneeling on the floor to deal with his jeans.

He didn't have a belt, so it was just the clip at the front. His interest was obvious though, a solid bulge behind the denim, and I carefully unzipped him a little, feeling the pressure as I went, and wondering what I would find. As his jeans fell open, I could see something else. There was nothing between this man and his jeans. A darkish thatch of hair, and the base of his trapped erection, but nothing else.

"Michael," I said to him, before going further.

"Yes Heather?"

"Ahem. Where is your underwear, Sir?"

"Oh, yeah." He blushed then. "Well, you know. Underwear leads to laundry."

"You do this all the time?"

"Oh, no, not at all. Weekends mostly."

"You mean when you run out?"

"Mostly, yeah. Well, and... Oh, never mind."

"No, tell me."

"Well, remember Mindy?"

"Mindy? Oh, redhead, not so bright?"

"Yeah, sadly that's true. Anyway, she liked me to go without."

"Mmm... maybe she was brighter than I gave her credit for."

"Oh. Yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Oh. Okay."

"Right, shush now. Girl's busy."

As the zip cleared the head of his cock, it sprang out, and I lost interest in his jeans. It was nothing unduly special, I don't think, but it was certainly respectable, and I was very close to it. I heard Michael breathe a sigh of relief as it was released, and couldn't resist taking it in my hand for a moment, stroking it. Mike stopped me with a touch of his hands though, and I stood back up.

"Listen Heather," he said to me as he kicked his jeans off with his already bare feet. "If we are going to do this, can we do it? You're just going to make a mess like that, and I'll be no use for a while. Not that I mind, you understand."

"In the shower, boy."

"Yes, Ma'am."

We didn't talk much after that.

Soapsuds are a great way to get to know someone, and as we danced about in the shower stall, sharing the water as best we could, we lathered each other. Warm, wet and slippery is about as good as it gets, short of actual sex, and we made the most of it.

Mike asked if he could wash my hair, and I let him, revelling in the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. He had strong hands attached to a body that finished the job off by taking me into his arms, cuddling me tight with my head tucked in the crook of his neck. We stayed that way for a while, slowly circling to distribute the water while our hands explored each other, and we prodded. My small nipples, his hard cock.

Eventually, without discussing it, we decided the time for cuddling was over, and I tried to figure out the best way for this to work, given the confines of the stall. He didn't look strong enough to carry me, though that was a delightful thought. I was tall enough to manage another way though, and taking his hands from my butt, I kissed him briefly on the lips.

Turning my back to him I wiggled my ass, spread my legs, and leaned forward, the water spraying down my back and over my cheeks. With a little prompting, he positioned himself behind me, his cock nestling in the area under my ass before sliding through my legs, ready and willing.

That was when I remembered the condom. It was on the shelf near my left hand. I left it there. I wasn't willing to wait any longer. A little more wriggling and the head of his cock was sitting at the entrance to my slippery tunnel. I helped then, taking the hard but somehow soft member in my hand, and encouraging it inside me.

Mike's cock was just the right size, and as it slid slowly inside me I could feel myself expanding, the head of it spreading me delightfully, the heat of it apparent even in my depths. He stood still for a moment once it was in, his hands on my breasts, his breath on my shoulder. Then, just as I was becoming accustomed to the feel of it, he started moving a little, slowly at first, and then a bit faster. He was pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting back, rubbing all my nerves just the right way.

It was obviously no hardship to him either, judging from the noises he was making. Puffing and panting behind me, he was pushing harder and faster. I had kept a hand down between my legs after I helped get him in, thinking I might need to help myself a little to finish, but it was back up on the wall of the shower stall for two reasons. Assistance was the last thing I needed, and in any case I would have fallen over.

I don't know quite how it works, but as the gentle pounding continued, it was as though our bodies accommodated themselves to each other, and everything worked more smoothly, his hardness fitting inside me just right, and there was the just the perfect amount of friction to make it feel wonderful, without there being enough to hinder the movement.

His cock seemed larger too, and continued to stretch me, opening my legs a little more, filling me more profoundly, tickling my insides oh so very much more nicely.

It couldn't last too long, and didn't. Mike was saying my name quietly, and his movements were becoming a little uncoordinated. When he bit my shoulder softly, and groaned, I came, a shock of pleasure through my body. I clamped hard on his cock, groaning as he came too, crushing his body tight behind mine, erupting deep inside me, squeezing my breasts just a little too tightly.

Somehow a position which is wonderfully comfortable at the time can be thoroughly distressing afterwards, and I needed to stand up. I straightened my back gently, feeling Mike's softening cock sliding slowly out, and realised I was surprised at how nice that was. No games, no rules, no expectations.

Very

nice.

I turned to face Mike again, and we melted together, my head on his shoulder again, both of us breathing deeply.

"God, Heather. I never realised."

"Realised what?" I kissed him lightly on the lips.

"That you were so..."

"So what?"

"Umm... sexy."

"Oh! Really? How did you think I was?"

"Well, you know, we share the house. Eat together. Bitch about school. I kinda thought you were one of the guys."

"Guys huh?"

"Yeah, kinda. Not like that, but yeah."

"I understand. I did the same. Thought you were one of the girls."

"What?"

"Ha ha. Serves you right."

"Says who?"

"Me. But listen, you've proved me wrong."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're a man. And thanks."

"No, no. Thank

you

."

"Mutual then."

"Okay. Listen Heather, I think you'll agree that this is very nice?"

"Ah, yes. Except..."

"Yes?"

"The water."

"Huh?"

"It's getting cold. Move."

"Oh, you could do with..."

"Get!"

Mike stepped from the shower stall, and I turned back to the controls, and shut off the water, while he whistled at me from outside.

I turned with a grin and stepped out, only to find him drying his back with my towel.

"Hey, gimme!"

"No way."

"That's mine."

"You can have it in a minute. I was distracted, and didn't get one."

"Now!" I was really smiling.

"Nope. Boys first."

We ended up fighting over the towel, grabbing ends of it and drying whatever we could. Eventually he took the towel from me, and after asking how, dried my hair as best he could. Then he wrapped the two of us in the towel, facing one another again, and spoke again.

"Umm... Heather?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"Well, I know I promised..."

"Yeah."

"But..."

"No."

"Just 'no'?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Okay. I guess."

"Has to be."

"Yeah, okay."

"Not a word, remember?"

"Yep, got it."

"And give me a kiss."

"But if..."

"I can kiss my friends if I want. Yeah, see, not so bad. Now give me the towel back, and get out."

"Okay. Listen, if you should want to reconsider..."

"I'll tell you."

"Gotcha."

"Don't

ask

."

"Nope."

After another couple of kisses, I got him out of the bathroom. He picked up his clothes and headed down to his room. I had to get him out of there. I was as reluctant to call it quits as he was, and that surprised me. Maybe my mind wasn't built for random sex, despite what my body said. It said some nice things.

I finished drying properly, used the drier on my hair, and wrapped the towel around myself again before heading back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I noticed my door was closed when I got there, and I was sure it had been open when I left. Looking down, I saw a handwritten note on the floor, poking out from under the door. Needless to say, I picked it up, opened the door, closed it behind me, and sat on the bed to read it.

It was scrawled on a piece of paper from my desk, using the pen that was sitting there.

Well, well, Heather. I was going to drop off some instructions for the day, but it seems you have enough on your plate. Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. Oh, and people really should lock the outside door before shower sex, don't you think?

Birch.

I didn't think I recognised the handwriting, but then I was terrible at things like that. I wondered for a moment if it might have been Michael, but he'd had to have been incredibly fast to do that in the time since he left the bathroom. I made a mental note to try and check his handwriting later.

What surprised me the most was how much the idea of someone catching us excited me. I had been calm and relaxed after the shower until this, but now I was all worked up again.

I resisted the temptation to do anything about it, and got dressed, putting jeans and a shirt on again, despite the warm weather. Skirts were making me nervous just now.

Dressed properly, I wandered back out to the kitchen, to find Mike and Steve both arguing about an article in the newspaper. I ignored them, and made some toast. I did glance at Mike once, and he caught my eyes and smiled, but that was all. I took the toast and sat in the lounge to eat it, and it suddenly occurred to me that Steve could possibly have left the note. I decided I needed to ask him when he had got home, before realising that he would hardly tell me the truth if it had been him, so there was no point.

Breakfast over, I left the house, walking back through the park, and heading for class. Economics is boring at best, and I just basically went into automatic mode for the next couple of hours.

After class was over, I went back to the library. I blushed when I saw the seat I'd had those photographs taken in, feeling all hot again, and turned to look for another place to study. Thankfully the library had a few less people in it now, and I was able to find a quiet private spot well away from the entrance. I sat down and spread my books out to do some work. I rested my head on my hands, reading a text book on economics, and promptly fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, I was in no shape to study any more, and I reluctantly packed up and went home.

The rest of the day passed without incident. One of Steve's appalling meals, a few hours in front of the TV, and I went to bed. Mike was out, simplifying things somewhat, I think.

And no, just for a change, I didn't do anything when I got there. I tried to read, and fell asleep with the light on, and a book in my hand. That was my Friday.