"Start at the beginning," I admonished her. "How did this happen?"
Ingrid had called me, around noon, and asked in a gush if she could come over. I could tell she had news she wanted to share, and not over the phone. But when she arrived, she was so flustered that she began babbling in a confused fashion.
"Please stop, and catch your breath," I told her. "I'll make us a quick cup of tea. That may help."
After I handed the cup of tea to her, and she took a sip, she seemed calmer. That's when I asked her to start at the beginning.
She began with a reminder. "You know I'm sharing rooms with four other people – Erma, Roberto, Klaus, and Pierce."
"Yes. I think you told me once that in your apartments, you share a room with Erma, Roberto and Klaus have another room, and Pierce has his own. You share the kitchen and the living room, and you only have one bathroom. Am I remembering correctly?"
"Yes. That's right," she confirmed.
"By the way, how five people can manage with only one bathroom boggles my mind," I mentioned.
"Well, Pierce works odd hours from the rest of us, and Erma and I have gotten used to sharing the bathroom when necessary. How Klaus and Roberto work it out is up to them," she explained, sounding a little exasperated. "Now, can I get back to my story?"
"Yes. Sorry. That only just popped into my mind," I said apologetically. "Please go on."
"OK. So late yesterday afternoon, Erma was bushed, and she crashed, fast asleep in her bed. My computer is in our bedroom, and I was bored, so I decided to play a new online game that I'd heard about. You get to interact with other people, and it's reported to get pretty sexy."
At this point, Ingrid started blushing, the red hue on her cheeks contrasting with her golden blonde hair. Her sparkling green eyes swiveled downward, no longer looking into mine. She was clearly embarrassed.
"Um. Did the game actually get sexy?" I prompted.
"Yes," she whispered. Still looking down, she said, "I was interacting with a guy, and he was painting this scene in my head with his words. His words were so so seductive! I was getting hotter and hotter – more turned on with each statement. He was talking as if we'd met for real, telling me how my mind and body were so attractive – how I looked in his eyes as he slowly peeled my clothes away."
"He could see you?" I interrupted.
"Oh no!" she asserted. "In the game, we have avatars, and we watch them interact as we talk or type. But gradually it became more and more real, like a spell was being cast! Like it really was me with him, there in the game."
"Wow!" I remarked. "It became that real, just in your mind?"
"Yes. And I was so turned on that my panties were wet. And my arousal was so great, that – well, Erma was fast asleep, so I slipped out of my clothes and started masturbating," she whispered.
"You were naked, in front of your computer, playing with yourself?" I reiterated, visualizing the scene. "I sure hope your camera wasn't turned on."
Ingrid's flush of embarrassment intensified, making me wonder if I'd hit the crux of the matter. "No. I'm sure of that. I have a little add-on shutter over its lens. But as I was fingering myself, I lost control."
"You mean you made so much noise that Erma woke up?" I hated to keep interrupting, but my mind was flying to all the negative possibilities.
Ingrid grinned. "No. I can cum almost silently. I had to learn to do this in our place, with those eight other ears in various rooms. I sort of close my eyes, bite my lip, and cum against my hand and fingers. I might get things a bit wet, but that soon dries, and my roommates never know," she assured me.
"OK, so what did happen, then?" I asked.
Ingrid got a strange expression on her face, sort of a mixture of not wanting to tell me, but really needing to share it. "I had an orgasm," she finally said.
"The guy in the game 'talked' you into an orgasm?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," she confirmed.
After a moment, I said, "That sounds like a gift, not a problem. So you weren't elated that it happened?"
"Remember what I said," she reminded me. "When I cum, I have my eyes closed. When I opened them, I saw Klaus and Roberto, standing in the doorway, looking at me!"
"Oh my lord!" I gasped. "And they saw you naked. But how long were they there?"
"I'm not sure quite how long. But they saw me orgasm and everything!" she blurted out, mortified. She covered her eyes with her hands, maybe trying to blot out the vision of the two leering men in her doorway.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"I wanted them to go away, but I didn't want to make a loud scene and wake up Erma. I hissed at them to get out. I wanted to get my dress back on, but I didn't want to have them watch me do it – my cunt was still wet, and everything. They just stood and grinned at me, obviously glad to have caught me. They didn't come into the room, just stood there in the doorway." She swallowed, then whispered, "I had to promise them a sweetener to make them go away."
"A sweetener? What do you mean?" I asked.
She choked out the words, "I had to promise to show myself to them later in the evening."
"Show yourself? You mean naked?"
"Yes. I promised to do it. Otherwise, Erma might have been awakened, and things would've gotten worse."
"Did you somehow really want to show yourself to them? Is that why you made that promise?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest, letting them see me nude wouldn't have been so bad, I guess. I'm not hung up about that. The trouble was, I was afraid they'd want more," she told me.
"More? You mean like them wanting to have sex with you?" I prodded.
"For a long time, they've made hints above having sex, and actually I've been finding it harder and harder to resist them. In my mind, I sort of thought that if I voluntarily showed myself naked to them, it'd be very hard for me not to take that next step." Ingrid swallowed again, hard.
"After they'd gone away, I got dressed again, and sat, thinking. There was a sort of battle going on in my mind. I knew I'd keep my promise – that was a given. What I didn't know was whether or not I wanted things to go on to the next step. My orgasm was still tingling in my body, and it was giving me a thirst for more," Ingrid explained.
I nodded. I could see how she'd feel like that.
"Then Erma work up, refreshed. She decided to go out clubbing for a while, and dressed for it. She asked me if I wanted to go along with her, and I made up an excuse about being too tired, and maybe I'd go with her next time. She mentioned casually that she might spend the night with her boyfriend, anyway. Lately, she'd been mentioning that she might be moving in with him, sometime soon. Fifteen minutes later, I heard her say goodbye to the guys and leave. They were in the living room, watching television. I couldn't help but wonder if they were really focused on the program, or staring at my bedroom door, silently urging me to fulfill my promise."
"So what did you do? Streak quickly through the room naked, only giving them a glimpse? Or maybe just tell them you changed your mind?" I suggested.
Ingrid was silent for a long stretch of time. Finally, she revealed, "The problem was, I'd been having this fantasy. This fantasy about having sex with two guys at the same time. And this was an opportunity."
"You know, fantasies sometimes are better in the imagining than in reality," I cautioned. "When we fantasize, we can make everything perfect. Real life has a hard time living up to such standards. And these were your roommates – having sex with them could change the whole dynamic of your relationship with them."
"I know," she said, quietly. "I'm not a little girl anymore. Those things did go through my mind as I was deciding what to do. I knew that if we had sex once, they'd probably ask me more often to do it. And actually, being true to myself, I knew that if we did it, I'd probably want it more and more from them. My resistance was already lowered – this might shatter it. The idea of having more sex, maybe a lot more sex, was quite thrilling. I considered all this as I pondered."