This story is an alternative perspective of a story written by Captain_Ron, entitled "Elise and My Roommates". All events written here are my own interpretation. They match up with the original story, but tell it from Elise's point of view. I've gotten permission from Captain_Ron to publish this story, with the caveat that future chapters of his story may or may not match up with what I've written here. In other words, his stories are canon, and mine are not.
This is chapter one of this series, which matches up with chapter one of his series. I hope you enjoy it.
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My boyfriend, Kevin, and I had been going out for about six months. Everything was going great, and we were talking about moving in together after college. But when the pipes burst in my rental house, it gave Kevin and I the chance to try it out earlier than expected.
Kevin and I talked about it for a while, and he seemed reluctant. He lived with 3 other guys, Shawn, Matt, and Jeff. He wasn't sure I'd be comfortable living with them, and he said his roommates were hesitant to let me stay with them. After a bunch of discussion between Kevin and I, and Kevin and his roommates, we all decided to try it. It was only going to be a few weeks, and then the repairs on my house would be complete, and I could move back.
So, I packed up my stuff, and moved into their place. At first, I didn't feel welcome. None of the guys would talk to me, and so I kept to myself, spending most of my time in Kevin's room. Most of the time, I'd work on schoolwork and whatnot. A couple times, when nobody was home, I'd pull one of my toys out, and have some fun. But I didn't spend much time with Kevin or his friends.
After a couple days of that, Kevin and I had a talk, and he convinced me to try and be a little more sociable, and try and be friends with the guys. The words that stuck with me were "just act like you do around your own house, and don't feel like you are a guest." I was definitely feeling a bit lonely, cooped up in the room, so I agreed to it.
The next day was Saturday. I woke up, excited to start the day. I sifted through the clothes I had brought. Most of them were dirty, since I hadn't done any laundry since I arrived. Kevin told me to act like I did around my house, so I decided to wear a pair of comfy, pink gym shorts, and a cut-off t-shirt. I took a quick look in the mirror and made sure the cutoff wasn't too revealing. It was a little more risque than I would have normally worn around the guys, but definitely something I would wear at home, so I decided it was fine.
After taking a shower, and brushing my teeth, I was ready to start the day. I stuffed all my laundry into a bag, and started carrying it towards the laundry room. The guys were sitting in the living room, watching some baseball. As soon as I entered, I noticed I had Shawn's attention, and he seemed to like what he saw. Before long, the other guys noticed, too, and I had 8 pairs of male eyes glued to my body.
"Hi guys!" I said cheerfully, flipping some hair out of my face. "I'm doing some laundry, if you need anything washed, just bring it down and I'll do it while I do mine."
I was tired of lugging the heavy bag of clothes, so I decided to kick it the rest of the way, down a flight of stairs. Then I followed down after it. I was loading my laundry into the washing machine, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Shawn. He was carrying some laundry to add to the wash.
"Hey Shawn," I greeted him with a smile. "Got some laundry to wash?"
"Yep," he smiled. He dropped his laundry in the pile with mine, and then started helping me load it into the washer. I was happy to have his help. After loading it all, we tried starting the machine. It gave us a bit of trouble, but Shawn knew the trick to it, and so we had it going without much difficulty. I thanked Shawn for helping me.
"Oh, no problem," he said, smiling. He looked down at my chest. It didn't really surprise me. He had been stealing glances at my body the whole time we loaded the laundry. I couldn't really blame him. My tits were practically popping out of my shirt. "Did you know you have some toothpaste on your shirt?"
I looked down, and said "Really? I don't see anything."
"It's right there," he said, and poked my boob, right above my nipple.
I looked closer, and there was indeed a tiny spec of toothpaste. I shrugged, "Oh well. No big deal. It'll wash off the next time I do laundry."
He frowned at that. "Well, you're doing laundry right now. Why not add it to the wash?" He leaned over and pressed the button to pause the wash, and opened it up.
I thought about it a moment, then replied, "Nah. I'll just wait until next time."
"Why? You should just go topless," he said, smoothly, with a smile.
I was shocked at his suggestion. "What?! I can't just take my top off. You'd be able to see my boobs!"
"So?" he replied, nonchalantly. "It's just skin. It's not like I've never seen breasts before. Besides, during my trip to Europe, I found out how prudish Americans are. Did you know ladies in Europe go topless about as much as men?"
"Really?" I asked. "I've never heard that before." I thought about it for a moment, and realized he was right. They were just boobs. I mean, men have nipples, and it's perfectly normal for them to be shown off. Why couldn't I show off mine? "Alright, I guess you're right."
I took a breath, and in one smooth motion, I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it into the washing machine. Shawn closed the lid before looking back at my chest. "See, doesn't that feel better? You have excellent tits, by the way."
I looked down at them. "They are nice, aren't they?"
"Yep," Shawn replied, with a smile. "Now, wait here. I'm gonna see if Matt has any clothes to be washed." He walked back up the stairs, and a few minutes later, he returned, with Matt following closely behind. When Matt spotted me standing there, topless, he was stunned.
"See, I told you," Shawn said.
"Wow, Elise," Matt said. "Looking good."
I smiled, "Thank you. Shawn pointed out a stain on my shirt, and then convinced me to take it off."
Matt didn't take his eyes off my chest as he said, "yea, we wouldn't want those stains to stay for too long."
Shawn went on to tell me more about his trip to Europe. I leaned back against the washing machine, and listened to his story. A few minutes later, I saw Kevin at the top of the stairs.
"Hi babe!" I smiled and waved. "The machine wouldn't start at first, but we figured it out."
He asked about my lack of clothing, and I told him about the stain, and Shawn's trip to Europe. Kevin didn't seem convinced. I asked him to grab me a shirt from our room, and he left. Shawn and Matt enjoyed the moment, and didn't take their eyes off my chest until Kevin got back. Kevin threw me the shirt and I pulled it on.
A bit later, Kevin and I got a moment alone, and he wanted to talk about what happened. I felt a bit uncomfortable. I've had past boyfriends that were the jealous type, and I really didn't want Kevin to be another one. So, I assured him that it was no big deal. He didn't quite seem convinced, but he didn't argue the point further.
We went about the rest of the day as normal. Shawn and Matt were definitely warming up to me. They made a lot of jokes, and I felt much more welcome. By the end of the day, I really felt we were becoming good friends. But, just to seal the deal, I decided to make the guys dinner. We ate in the living room, and they all really enjoyed it, and complimented my cooking, which made me feel even better.
I finished my meal first and returned to the kitchen to clean up. A few minutes later, Shawn came in, with the rest of the dishes.
"Hey Elise," he said, dropping the dishes in the sink. "Thanks for earlier. I may have seen plenty of boobs before, but I have to say, yours are definitely my favorite."
I blushed, "Thanks, Shawn. I'm glad you like them."
He turned and started to leave, but then turned back. "Um." He looked back towards the living room, I guess to make sure Kevin wasn't coming or something, before saying, "Can I see them again?" He smiled.
I slapped his arm playfully, pretending to be resistant, but deep down, I knew I really wanted to show them to him again. So, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and lifted it up, flashing him for a few seconds, before pulling it back down.
"Thanks, Elise" he said, smiling. "You're the best. Do you want any help with the dishes?"
"Nah," I replied. "I've got it."
He turned and left, while saying, "Well, we're gonna start a movie now. Come join us when you're done."
"Alright, will do." I called after him.
About ten minutes later, I came into the living room and sat on the couch next to Kevin. Before long, Kevin was out like a light. About half way through the movie, I had to go to the bathroom. On the way back, I met Matt in the hallway. I half-expected what he was about to ask.
"So," he whispered, with a smile. "I heard you flashed Shawn again. I think it's only fair I get another look, too."
I sighed and smiled. "Alright, fine," I whispered back. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and lifted it, just like I did for Shawn. Then I pulled it back down. "Happy?"
He smiled, but said, "Yep. They're great. But I prefer home-grown."
I was shocked at what he was suggesting. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, don't get me wrong. All tits are great. I'm just not a fan of silicone," He turned to walk away.
I stopped him, and said, with a little anger in my voice, "My tits are not fake!"
"Suuure, they're not," he said, clearly still not believing. "Whatever you say, Elise."
