Rolling over on the pull out sofa the next morning, I could see Carly's soft, thin, left leg sticking out from underneath the blanket. Peaking under the covers I followed those legs, up to her thighs, right to the pair of purple panties that covered her pussy. Then pulling back the covers further I saw her hard nipples pressed against the white tank top she had worn for bed. I began to play the previous night's events in my head, recounting the fucking we did on the balcony for Cheryl's neighbors. Quickly my dick began to harden and I had to adjust it inside the boxer briefs that I was wearing. Quietly and slowly, I crawled off the bed so as not to wake Carly and I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself.
As I stood up I noticed the smell of turkey bacon and cinnamon rolls wafting through the apartment. The kitchen looked right into the family room where Carly and I had slept, so I was immediately alerted to the presence of Cheryl cooking as I turned around. Standing beside the sofa, shirtless and only in my briefs, I found myself speechless as I stood there looking at her, now remembering the text that I had received from her last night. Did she remember sending that to me? Or was she too drunk to remember?
Seeing my movement out of the corner of her eye, Cheryl looked up from the stove and our eyes met as she said good morning in a low whisper, so as not to wake up Carly. Cheryl had on the same short athletic shorts from yesterday that didn't even cover her ass checks. My sex crazed mind started racing and I thought there was no way she was wearing underwear beneath those shorts. And I'm pretty sure if she bent over that her pussy lips would see the light of day, maybe even some of that landing strip, which I had a picture of on my phone. My semi hard dick was now tented inside my underwear as I said good morning to her and started walking towards the bathroom.
Cheryl's gaze lowered to my crotch area and with a sly smile she said, "Looks like that guy is starting today where he left off last night."
As I walked by her I just chuckled and said, "Sorry, this thing has a mind of it's own."
Once inside the bathroom I closed the door and stood there for a second, with all kinds of thoughts going through my head. Yup, clearly Cheryl remembered last night. She remembered watching me fuck Carly on her balcony and I guarantee she remembered sending me that picture. But what did she expect me to say and do? I mean I was dating her best friend. The worst part was that I was in the bathroom feeling uncomfortable about everything when in fact I hadn't done anything wrong.
I lifted up the toilet seat and began to take my long, morning after drinking, piss. With my dick sticking straight out I had to lean forward and put my hand on the wall above the toilet in order to angle it downwards towards the water. I've always been super self conscious about having girls hear me pee, so I did my best to hit the inside of the bowl and not the actual water. When I was done I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. Looking at myself in the mirror, I did a quick check of myself before I went back out to the family room/kitchen area. I took note of my toned abs and the hip indents that Carly said she found super sexy on me. I also couldn't help but notice the huge tent still in my underwear, but I figured I would use that to turn the tables on Cheryl and make her uncomfortable.
Opening the bathroom door I walked back to the kitchen and saw Cheryl still standing over the stove, making scrambled eggs. I glanced over at the bed and saw Carly still sleeping, with her head facing away from the kitchen. I knew I probably didn't have much time, so I had to act fast. Standing right behind Cheryl, I reached around her, grabbed a piece of bacon off the stove, and whispered, "Wow, this looks delicious," all while gently pressing my bare chest and underwear covered cock up against her back and barely covered ass.
I know Cheryl felt my hard cock trying to penetrate her ass checks because I detected a slight twitch of her ass as she responded, "Well, I have to make sure you have enough energy for all the heavy lifting you have ahead of you today."
"No worries, I can go all night if we need to," I responded. I then turned to walk out of the kitchen and gave her a playful slap on her ass. Cheryl just laughed as I walked away and that is when I noticed Carly was beginning to wake up. I walked over to the bed and ripped the sheets off of her and playfully yelled, "Time to wake up sleeping beauty!" Carly continued to lay there half asleep so with my right hand I reached down to her purple covered, panty ass and gently slid a finger up her pussy lips and asshole.
Instinctively Carly jumped and yelled, "Hey watch it," as she rolled over onto her back. Then I leaned over and gave her a good morning kiss. The kiss lasted about 4-5 seconds and was interrupted when Cheryl yelled that breakfast was ready. Carly stood up from the bed and took a long, hard morning stretch. Then she strolled over to the table in her panties and sat down to eat. I played it a little more conservatively and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before I sat down to eat.
Following breakfast I did the dishes while the girls finished up a few last things before the move. It turned out that Cheryl had hired a few guys, who had a truck, to move everything over to the new place. The move went surprisingly well considering the elevator in the building Cheryl was moving out of was kind of small. Luckily the new apartment had a huge freight elevator. The only bad thing was that the guys Cheryl hired only moved the boxes and furniture into the new place. That meant I had to disassemble and reassemble a number of pieces to include the kitchen table, Cheryl's bed, and a few other pieces of furniture.
What was interesting was how Cheryl's interacted with me throughout the day. I got a few "thank you" hugs from behind and each time she pressed her tits into my back. On one occasion she had walked in while I was bent over and she gave my ass a hard squeeze and yelled to Carly, "You're right he does have a nice ass!" Another time I moved a heavy piece of furniture into place at her new apartment and Cheryl began to massage my neck and shoulders. That alone wasn't weird, but when she then reached around for my chest to give me a hug, she let her hands slide down my stomach and over the front of my pants, lingering for 2-3 seconds. For much of the afternoon I remained frustrated by Cheryl's actions. Was I being crazy and overthinking things, or was she hitting on me behind her Carly's back?
By 6:00pm I would say that 75% of Cheryl's new apartment was unpacked and the girls appeared to be losing steam. We were all getting a little hungry and Carly suggested we just order pizzas so that we could keep working and get everything done for Cheryl. Cheryl was so happy with the progress we had made that day that she again insisted on taking us out for dinner. She said she could finish up the rest of the stuff later in the week and just kept thanking us for everything we had done.
Since the day was a lot of work for us I needed to take a shower before we went out. Carly jumped into the guest bathroom shower first and I tried to jump in with her, but she kicked me out because she knew I was going to try and get frisky with her and talk her into a blowjob. So I was sitting in the family room looking at my phone when Cheryl finished her shower and suggested I just use the shower by her bedroom. I asked if she was sure and she insisted, saying that then we could get going quicker. Cheryl gave me a towel and I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The finishes in her new apartment were very nice. Her bathroom had a gorgeous walk-in shower with a clear glass door, if you want to call it a door. It was similar to most of the showers I had seen in Europe where the glass is about half the length of the shower, near the end where the shower head is, and then open to the rest of the bathroom at the back of the shower. I never really understood the appeal of these showers since a bunch of water always got on the bathroom floor, but who am I to play interior designer. What I liked best about the shower was that it had two shower heads, your traditional shower head and then a waterfall one directly overhead as well.
I had both shower heads going when there was a knock on the door and then the door quickly opened. Before I could say anything Cheryl walked in and said, "Don't worry, I've got my eyes closed and I'm not looking. I just need my hair brush." I stood there frozen as she bent over to look in the cabinet under the sink. Dressed in just a pair of sky blue panties and matching bra, I was transfixed on her ass as she was bent over. Without even thinking about it my hand dropped to my dick. I don't know if it was in an attempt to cover it or stroke it, but it responded by stiffening up. With a little bit of fog on the shower glass in front of me, I leaned over to my left so that I could look out the end of the shower without the glass and get an even better look at Cheryl's ass.
The whole episode probably only lasted 10-15 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Not wanting to get caught staring at her ass, I leaned back under the shower heads and pretended like I was washing soap out of my hair and that I wasn't uncomfortable with her presence in the bathroom. Eventually, Cheryl found her brush and when she turned to leave she turned towards the shower. Still somewhat bent over, Cheryl was at a height a little below that of my dick. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cheryl take a peek at me and with my hands over my head trying to play it cool, I know Cheryl got a great look at my cock which was still hard and sticking straight out.
