After 2 weeks, Ken was finally starting to adjust to having a roommate. He had been living alone for over a year when he got the text from Rachel asking if he had an extra room. They had been friends in college, hanging out with the same group most weekends, but had lost touch after graduation when she took an internship across the country. When a promotion moved her back to New York on short notice, she needed a place to crash until she found her own apartment. Ken was happy to help. Even though his apartment was small and he enjoyed having it to himself, he missed having friends outside of work and knew that Rachel had always been very easy going. It also didn't hurt that he had had a bit of a crush on her. She was fun and friendly, and she had this way of biting her bottom lip when she got excited about things that was inexplicably sensual. Her small, perky breasts looked nice on her petite frame, and Ken always enjoyed the amount of cleavage she liked to show. She had dirty blonde hair that usually came down just past her tan collar bones, and her ass was firm and stuck out nicely behind her - especially in the heels that she often wore.
Ken wasn't bad looking himself. At 5'10, with classic features and a muscular build, the main thing that kept him from hooking up every weekend in college was his lack of confidence. He had mostly conquered this by now, but was still a bit awkward around attractive girls. Now, he was struggling to play it cool with a pretty girl for a roommate. Most of the time he succeeded, but the combination of the small apartment and the fact that Rachel didn't have a shy bone in her body had made for a couple of interesting encounters.
The first of these happened on her third night there. Ken awoke in the middle of the night in desperate need of some water. The landlord had cranked up the heat as they always do in the winter, but had failed to adjust it after an unseasonably warm day, leading to Ken's apartment being approximately 3,000 degrees. A steady rain overnight had forced him to close the windows, taking away the only source of cool air, leaving his one small fan to circulate warm air around. As he stumbled through his small living room to the kitchen, he walked right into the corner of the pulled-out futon that Rachel was sleeping on.
"Shit, sorry. Forgot you were here. Just getting some water." Ken mumbled without really opening his eyes.
Rachel stirred and groaned a response that didn't consist of any real words. In the kitchen Ken turned on the light, filled a class with cold water and gulped half of it down before refilling it and starting back to his room. Suddenly he froze, one hand on the lightswitch. The light coming from the kitchen fell on a pair of bare legs, glistening with sweat. Rachel had slid her pajama pants down, and was now pulling the bunched flannel fabric over her bare feet and tossing them on the ground.
"Why the fuck is it so hot?" Rachel asked, eyes closed, sweat soaked hair matted to her neck.
Ken didn't answer. He knew he should turn off the light and go to bed, but couldn't seem to make his hand move the switch. Instead, he watched as Rachel peeled off her T-shirt and let it fall to the floor next to her pants. She was facing away from him, but the view of her bare back and the edge of her breast was more than enough to turn Ken on. As Rachel he sprawled out face down, one leg straight, the other curled in front of her, he could see the curve of her ass perfectly accented by the black fabric of her panties that clung to her skin.
After a few seconds, Ken snapped out of his trance. He switched the light off, weakly said "Goodnight" and rushed to his room. It was less than 2 minutes before he was mid-orgasm, the image of Rachel fresh in his mind.
A week later, Ken was up early, getting ready for a big day at work. He had to give a presentation to the head of his department outlining his marketing strategy for the next fiscal year. He was standing shirtless in front of the mirror, running through it in his head while he shaved when he heard Rachel come into the bathroom.
"Morning buddy, you're up early! You're usually asleep when I leave for work." she said cheerfully. "Ooh, somebody's been working out!" she added, squeezing his arm.
Ken flashed a smile and laughed nervously. "Hey Rach. Yeah, big day at work today. I'll be heading out in about 5, so I'll be out of your way."
"Don't worry about it, I was just going to hop in the shower. Running a little late. That ok?"
"Yeah sure! Just let me..." Ken trailed off. As he went to clean up his stuff and step out of the room, he heard her towel drop to the floor. He looked in the mirror to see Rachel's leg disappear behind the translucent shower curtain. Trying not to be flustered, he finished shaving, splashed water on his face, and took a little longer than usual brushing his teeth, watching the silhouette move behind the curtain. He watched her curves as she washed her hair and ran her hands slowly over her body. Finally, Ken broke out of his trance, finished getting into his suit, and left for work.
After a quick ride on the subway, Ken walked into his office, put his bag down, and grabbed his materials for the meeting. As he set up in the conference room and people began to trickle in, his phone buzzed in his pocket. When he opened the text from Rachel, his jaw nearly hit the floor. On his phone was a picture that Rachel took of herself. She was making a silly face with her tongue sticking out, and wearing one of her usual button down shirts that she always wore to work, which showed a decent amount of cleavage while still looking professional. But over her shoulder was the clear focus of the picture. Rachel's firm, round ass was clearly visible in the mirror, with faint tan lines angling over each cheek and a small triangle of red lace just below the two small dimples of her lower back. The caption read "Kick some ASS at your presentation today buddy ;)"
Ken was shocked. Though Rachel was never one to be very conservative, in the past week he had seen more of her amazing body than he had ever thought he would be lucky enough to get a glimpse of. And now she had intentionally sent him this picture. After seeing her shower this morning, and now having her ass on his phone, his libido fueled his confidence enough that he decided to test the limits a bit.
"Well thanks! What will I get if I do?" he texted back.
"Hmm.. get a promotion and we'll talk mister" she replied quickly.
Ken smiled, glad that he hadn't pissed her off. He knew that she probably wasn't serious, but. His grin vanished however, as he heard his boss clear his throat. While he was focused on his phone, the conference room had filled up, and he was standing there in front of his boss and coworkers with a stupid look on his face and a growing erection in his pants. There was no hiding it - the outline of his 7 inch cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric He apologized repeatedly, moved swiftly behind the podium, and jumped into the presentation. He was incredibly embarrassed, but for some strange reason that seemed to turn him on even more, and he stayed hard throughout the presentation. He completed the pitch as quickly as he could, and rushed to the restroom for some privacy as soon as he was finished.
When Ken arrived home he was a bit annoyed with Rachel, though having that picture of her to look out throughout the day did make him feel a bit better. He didn't know what to think of his encounters with his friend over the past few days. Though they had always had a good friendship, he had never thought she wanted anything more from him, and still didn't, really. Regardless of why it had been happening, he definitely loved seeing more of her tight little body, and was only slightly upset about the picture because it had caused such an embarrassing situation for him.
Ken grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked to the couch where Rachel was curled up with a book. She had gotten home a while before Ken, and was relaxing in sweatpants and a tank top. She looked up as he walked over, and as he looked back at her, Ken flashed back to her peeling off those sweatpants in the middle of the night as he watched from the kitchen, to her stepping into the hot shower while he shaved, and the picture that she had sent him this morning. His voice caught in his throat as he attempted to greet her, and instead he just sat down on the far end of the couch before she could see his swiftly growing erection.
"Hey there champ," Rachel said as she closer her book and sat up. Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail that allowed a perfect view of her neck and shoulders. She put her book down, crossed her legs, and turned to face him with a smile. "How was the big presentation?"
"Fine." Ken replied, turning on the TV.
"Just fine? What happened?" Rachel asked with genuine concern on her face.
"Oh don't act like you don't know," he said playfully "you know what happened - and you're sitting on it."
