Sarah and I became good friends very quickly. I suppose there's only a few ways a relationship can evolve after the introduction we had. Surprisingly perhaps, our relationship didn't progress to sex. I wasn't disappointed by this. I enjoyed her company, and sex at such an early stage of us living together would only have complicated matters. We would stay up and talk for hours in my room, and we were able to be very personal with each other. I'd never had a friendship where I felt comfortable discussing anything and everything, but with Sarah it all seemed so natural. It even became a regular thing that when the house was otherwise empty, I would spend my time naked. Sarah would always stay fully clothed. I did try to get her naked, I must admit, as the thought of her did enter my mind occasionally, but she refused, saying that she would be too embarrassed. I didn't push the issue, hoping that over time she would see it wasn't a big deal for me, and she would take her clothes off for me. As I explained to her, it felt liberating. I couldn't, and still can't express the freedom you feel when you expose your whole being to someone else. There was also the matter of the excitement I felt every time I caught her looking at me, sometimes surreptitiously, sometimes overtly. I must say I began to masturbate more often than I had previously!
Anyway, one morning, Sarah and I had a Wednesday off, and we spent the morning out at the bay. We had lunch at a fast food joint and came home to an empty house. Sarah led me up to my bedroom. I knew exactly what this meant, as there would be no other reason to spend time anywhere other than the living room. My shirt was off before we were at the top of the stairs, and my shoes and socks soon followed. It had become almost a ritual that I would wait at this point and Sarah would unbutton my fly and take my trousers and underpants off me. This would amount to the total body contact of our time together. She took her time, perhaps more than usual. Her hands would always rub lightly against my cock when she did this, and I would at least be semi-erect by the time she unleashed me to the open air. She smiled, small dimples appeared at her cheeks. She had the cutest smile, I couldn't help but think what it would be like for her to take me in her mouth. . .
My cock jerked upwards at this thought. 'Calm down!' Sarah almost laughed, 'You know you're not going to be getting any, so don't get too excited!'
We sat down on the bed, and continued the conversation we'd been having that morning. University, family, TV and movies, it was standard stuff, but for some reason my erection would not go down. Usually after a while I would lose my erection during such ordinary conversation, forgetting my nudity, but today for some reason it just wouldn't subside.
After about half an hour, Sarah looked down at my crotch and said, 'Do you want to do something about that?'
'Excuse me?' I said, shocked. We sometimes talked about sex, but very rarely referred directly to my genitals.
'You seem more excited than usual. If you want to relieve yourself I won't object. In fact I'll go so far as to encourage it.'
'What?'
'I want you to masturbate for me.'
I couldn't think of anything to say.
'Don't tell me you've forgotten how. I'm pretty sure you practise a lot!'
I looked her in the eyes and shifted myself and lay back against the pillows. Sarah slid off the bed and knelt about half way down, level with my crotch. I wrapped my right hand around my cock, and slowly began to move it up and down. Sarah stared unblinkingly at me while I stroked faster and faster. At no point did I take my eyes off Sarah, occasionally unconsciously licking her dry lips, until I was close to the point of no return when there was a knock at the door.
'I stopped off at the supermarket on my way home and - ' Lauren started as she opened the door. She got no further, as she stopped, shocked at the scene that greeted her. Her elder daughter kneeling by the bed while her lodger, stark bollock naked was lying on that bed with his cock in hand.
'Sorry,' she said, possibly stifling a smirk, I couldn't quite tell, 'I didn't realise you were busy.'
She backed out of the room, and closed the door.
'Oh, my, GOD!' Sarah said, burying her face in her hands. 'I am so embarrassed.'
