***Author's Note: Though this is not my first time writing short stories, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. This particular fantasy is inspired by true events in my own life, and it was personally arousing write. 😊 So, I hope you *enjoy* this story as I *enjoyed* myself while writing it. 😅***
* * * * * CHAPTER 1: JUST FRIENDS? * * * * *
Glancing at her in those adorable booty shorts, bending over to grab another Smirnoff from the fridge, I couldn't help but notice her lovely C-cups hanging so delectably curvy though the small gap between her smooth skin and her pajama shirt. My roommate was a spunky dirty-Blonde, creamy skin, average figure for an American girl trying her best to be cognizant about her weight, while also having a bit of fun in life, and thus the subtle sway of her curves as she grabbed a bottle from a shelf made her figure that much more enticing. She wasn't too thick, but not too thin either; a solid balance between fitness and sensuality, and I'm confident she was well aware of the effect her seductive presence had on people with whom she interacted on a daily basis. In fact, I've personally witnessed her purposefully shift her hips in such a way so as to make her conversational partner a bit more amenable to her requests, a sort of sexual 'Jedi Mind Trick', if you will.
...And I'm pretty sure she just used the same trick on me because my groin began to tingle...
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself! Sorry! 😅 I should probably provide a bit of context for this somewhat innocuous glance at my roommate's assets. At this point in time, her and I had known one another for about a decade, and now in our mid-twenties, we've seen ourselves grow in expect, and unexpected, ways. As is common in the post-high school years, friends end up cohabitating as we all moved out of our parents' houses. While trying to find our place in the larger world, exploring and arranging our identities in new ways, we bounced from lease to lease across apartments. Naturally, during this unstable time of life, opportunities arise to shack up in order to solidify the basic necessities of shelter, food, and safety.
Somewhat serendipitously, her and I both needed to find a new place to live, as our leases at different apartment complexes were simultaneously expiring. One conversation led to the next, and here we are, a few months into living together, and it's been relatively smooth sailing! Having known one another for so long, we had a rough idea of our personal boundaries and pet-peeves, though a more explicit discussion of those aspects of our personalities created a rather harmonious living arrangement. We both had dealt with worse situations, and thus we were genuinely enjoying one another's company.
Well, maybe 'enjoying' one another's company is putting it mildly. Almost from the beginning of our friendship, her and I had sexual tension. If the prior was a brief history of how we came to live together, how we came to come together is a much deeper story, the details of which I'll save for another time. Regarding the current adventure, though, suffice it to say that, as we witnessed one another transverse relationships across our teens and early-twenties, as well as the inherent sexual exploration within them, we had always been open to sharing our thoughts, struggles, and insights. We were good friends, for sure, in a way that we both could be honest and nonjudgmentally accepting. Our personal attraction to each other was always implied, however, as if we always had eyes for someone else instead of who was right before us. As you might imagine, the idea of cohabitating with someone I had found so particularly seductive for so long was motivation enough to sign the lease! I think she felt the same way, but I try best not to presume.
Now, in the present, this Friday evening was somewhat of a stay-cation because we had both had a stressful week at our relatively meaningless jobs, and because Monday was a holiday, we had decided earlier in the week to let ourselves actually relax, for once. As I said earlier, the past three months have been a relatively pleasant experience, though that's not to say we haven't had our frustrations with cohabitation. Earlier this month, actually, we had to have a 'sit-down' to discuss bathroom rules and time schedules in order to ease the irritation and anxiety that arose from conflicting work-lives.
The conversation went well, and we were able to mesh our home habits, which meant these past few weeks were running smoothly in the house. Moreover, just today, after work, we had executed a roommate 'house-cleaning party', where we put on music that vibed our procession around the apartment, and we cracked a couple of light drinks to loosen us up as we scrubbed, dusted, and vacuumed. Afterward, a hot shower to relax the muscles and shed the filth set the body right, not to mention catching her glance at me as I stepped from the bathroom to my room in a waist-drawn towel, and me glancing at her as she stepped from the shower to her room in a cuddly bathrobe.
Before my eyes roamed over her sweet curves as she grabbing another drink from the fridge, I had been cross-legged on the couch, comfortable in a loose shirt and sweatpants (no undies, of course! This was a time to relax, after all 😊) flipping through YouTube. Dusk was settling in for the night, and I was reviewing my subscribed channels when my roommate stepped from her room, flicked off the bathroom fan, and passed by me in the living room on her way to the kitchen.
"Hey, did that one couple post another video?! I feel like we've been waiting forever for another episode!"
Her and I have gotten into following a YouTube Channel where a couple explore random places around the world, and we vicariously traveled the planet with them because, you know, money and all that prevents us from doing so ourselves. We have a pretty good time trying to predict their next moves, and calling out their 'mistakes' (as if we would do any better in the moment!). I also think it's important to mention that we both have previously made not-so-subtle remarks about the couples' attractiveness. We both agree that the girl and the guy are sexy (they're a hetero couple, probably obvious by now; we haven't yet seen a gay or lesbian couple travel adventure, but we're open to it!), and one episode, where they slip nude (blurred, unfortunately 😒) into a natural hot spring, we both were visibly aroused. I distinctly remember her nipples perking up a bit, and I swear I saw her glance at the growing bulge in my pajama pants.
...Speaking of bulge, I felt my manhood engorge as I stepped around the corner of the kitchen, where my eyes instinctively traced her curves as she pulled a bottle from the fridge. Smirnoff Ice has been our go-to for quite some time, not necessarily because of taste, but more so of nostalgia. Being cheap and palatable enough, this drink was in attendance at many great High School parties, and thus the taste always sparked similarly positive feelings in both of us. As she spun around to catch me glancing at her, I quickly held out my own bottle for "Cheers!"
***Clink!***
"Yes, fuckin' finally," I smiled. "They skipped the planned trip to Albania because of some new unsettlements within the government, so they're instead touring the City of Love," I accentuated with a hyper-obvious wink.
"Ooo, this should be good," she exclaimed as she shut the fridge door. As we both stepped from the kitchen toward the couch, she hopped a tiny bit in excitement causing her braless breasts to gracefully wiggle in her shirt, her lovely nipples a bit perky from the cold refrigerator air.
...Oh, my... My bulge grew a bit more.
We stepped over the back-edge of the couch to sit cross-legged, as is our custom, and I played the newest episode of our fav channel. Within moments, the sun setting through the blinds set a calming ambiance to our evening, and we were entranced in the adventure though which the eponymous couple guided us. As we sipped, laughed, exclaimed at the surprises, clinked, and sipped again, I fully admit that I was hard-pressed to remember a time when I had seen her so gorgeous, so humanistically sexy. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the peaking hormones of post-puberty Twenties (probably both! 😅), but I could tell from her eyes that we both noticed how we held one another's gaze just a fraction of a second longer than we usually would. Across the whole episode, the subtle bulge from my groin had not subsided a bit, but neither had her wonderfully perky nipples, and I can say that it was not cold in our apartment, but rather a cozy 75F.
