Charlottes New Term Ch 01

The exam and summer holidays were now over and it was time for a new term and academic year to start at campus.

George and I had started defining ourselves as a couple and I found that George could be very romantic and gentle if he wanted to be. He was especially careful when he had come to visit me over the holidays and I chose to give my virginity to him, but became rough again as soon as I had voiced my desire for it.

As was always the case, the inhabitants of our student house had changed a little from the previous year. Our house had six rooms, each rented by a different student, and this year except for me and George, there were to be one other female and three other male students.

Three of the rooms in the house opened to a short hallway leading from the front entryway to the kitchen and the other three opened to a hallway leading from the rear entryway. George and I lived in the rear hallway and were to be joined this year by the new female student.

Two of the new male students were first years and arrived earlier than the rest of us for orientation, but the rest of us only returned for the senior registration of our individual fields of study.

Ever since I had moved into the student house I had never really socialized with the other inhabitants except for George. This was mostly because the other inhabitants preferred to keep to themselves and play video games and this seemed to be the case again this year, until the new girl arrived.

Her name was Jean. She had long black hair, but very light blue eyes that made it seem like her irises were made of ice. Her build was very similar to mine, but she had larger breasts and less muscular legs. She was also a little shorter than me and one year younger, but had a fairly fierce personality which made up for her lack in stature.

She easily started conversations with both me and George and we soon started hanging around together. Like us, Jean hardly ever went home over weekends, but her classes were fewer than ours and she spent most of her time at home during the week.

It was fun, but I missed me and George being alone over weekends. The only breaks we would get, would be when Jean went out with some of her other friends over weekends and during these times George and I thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

The only other thing about Jean that bothered me was the way she looked at me from time to time. Every now and then I would catch a glimpse of her looking at me in a very peculiar way, but she would quickly hide this once she noticed me looking.

It had been a while since George had made me do anything significantly daring, mostly he just tied me up and either gave me orgasm after orgasm until I couldn't take anymore or he denied me orgasm until I begged him to fuck me silly, which he did enthusiastically.

Class had already started again when I came home and noticed a little spark in George's eyes that I hadn't really seen since before the exam and I knew he had something a little more daring planned for me.

It was one of the few days which George and I were home earlier than any of the other inhabitants and as such we could speak freely. "You have that mischievous look in your eyes. I'm assuming you have something planned for me?"

He smiled. "Not really planned, but I do expect it to work out none the less."

"What do you want me to do, master?" His smile widened at the last word.

"You remember our old arrangement that you are not allowed to cover yourself in my presence?"

"Yes."

"Well, what I would like you to do tonight involves that. I want you to wait until at least one of our fellow housemates are here before you go to shower, but then you are only allowed to take your towel and watch with you. Nothing else." My nipples were already hardening at the thought. Our house had two bathrooms, one leading opening to the same hallway as our rooms and the other opening to the kitchen. I preferred to shower in the own connected to the kitchen simply because it, in my opinion at least, had the better shower. Unfortunately for me the kitchen was usually the most populated room in the house, especially in the evenings when most of us preferred to prepare food.

"And then?"

"And then I will be preparing something for us to eat. You will have a specific time limit within which you will need to finish showering and come back out. Naturally I will be in the kitchen and you'll have to drop your towel, but it depends on your luck and timing whether you'll also be exposing yourself to one or more of our housemates. Once you leave the bathroom you may also only slowly walk back to your room. Are you up for it?"

This was going to be different than before. In the past George had made me expose myself to complete strangers and with a ski mask on to hide my identity, but not this time. My body was getting excited at the very thought, but my mind was still telling me it was a bad idea. "So, if I hear someone in the kitchen with you, I don't have to come out?"

"No, not until your time limit is over in any case. I should also point out that I would like you to do whatever you can to get yourself as horny as possible while in the shower without giving yourself an orgasm."

I chewed the inside of my cheek for a few seconds. "What will be my time limit?"

"Ten minutes. I know that is enough time for you to finish showering as long as you do not have to dress or undress."

I nodded. He was right, I always showered quickly, but took my time when dressing or undressing. A smile creeped onto my face before I answered. "I'm in."

"Oh, and just to help getting you turned on, you cannot cover yourself with your towel while you go to the shower. That still alright with you?" I nodded. It would indeed make me hornier to do that.

Once our conversation was over I headed to my room and got naked, ready to head to the shower once I noticed someone arriving. I was already playing with my clit once I was naked and only noticed that Jean had arrived once I heard the front door close, which meant that I would need to really hurry to get to the shower, since she had an unfortunate habit of just walking into my room unannounced to greet me when she came home and I was in my room and I really didn't want her to catch me at the moment.

I ran to the kitchen and quickly ducked into the bathroom. I closed the door to the bathroom so quickly that I only caught a quick glimpse of George checking his watch and a hand entering the kitchen from the front hallway. I quickly glimpsed at my own watch to check when I would need to get out. For safety I locked the bathroom door and got into the shower.

I continued playing with myself as I waited for the water to warm up and found that I was already quite wet down there. Since I was so distracted by pleasuring myself, my shower took a little longer than what it usually would.

By the time I was done showering and halfway through drying myself I checked my watch and realized that I only had about half a minute left. This meant that not only would I be naked in front of one or more of my housemates when I left the bathroom, but also only halfway dried.

I continued to try and dry myself off as quickly as I could while listening if there was someone in the kitchen. To my horror and excitement, I could hear voices from behind the door. By the sound of it, George and Jean were having a pleasant conversation while I was waiting to step through the door naked. I checked my watch again. Only fifteen seconds were left. There was no way Jean was leaving before my time ran out. The thought made my hand unconsciously reach for my pussy, but not to cover it.

I had the towel wrapped around me by the time my time was up, even though I knew I would be removing it in a second or two, and opened the door. The towel was already falling to the floor when I was able to take in the picture in front of me.

Jean had turned her head smiling, but her expression changed very quickly once she noticed me standing there naked. It was only now that I recognized the look on her face, since George had a very similar expression on his: it was an almost hungry expression.

Jean didn't take her eyes off of me as I slowly turned around and bent over to pick up the towel, exposing my firm ass and a rear view of my pussy to my two onlookers just like George had trained me to do the previous year.

Once I had picked up the towel, I walked slowly out of the kitchen and into the rear entryway even though my heart was trying to jump out of my throat. But before actually heading to my room I went and stood against the wall as soon as I thought they would not be able to see me in order to hear what Jean had to say about the incident.

"What just happened?" I heard her ask George.

"She lost a bet and had to expose herself to anyone who was here with me in the kitchen by the time she came out of the shower." I could only imagine the smile George probably had on his face at that moment.

"Is there anything else she is meant to do for this lost bet?" She was trying to keep her voice calm, but she could not hide her eagerness for the answer.

"Just that she needs to slowly walk back to her room before getting dressed." I could hear a chair move and decided to rather get to my room than continue standing there. I almost started running before I composed myself and continued walking with exasperated slowness.

I could almost feel Jean's eyes following me all the way back to my room until I closed the door behind me. I got dressed quickly before heading back to the kitchen to wait for the food to be finished.

My pussy never really got a chance to properly dry off, because Jean's eyes continually roaming over my body kept on reminding me of what had just happened.

George and I both ate quickly, being eager to get some alone time, before heading to his room to end the night with a bang.