Story 2
It was late on a rainy Saturday night and as usual, Michelle had opted to have another in by herself.
Although the town had a pretty vibrant night time scene, she had never been one for noisy clubs and bars, particularly where the only clientele seemed to be gaggles of thirsty loud students. It always seemed to be a waste of time for her. Any chance of conversation was rendered almost impossible and the majority of the entertainment on offer was always mediocre at best.
Another reason for staying in was that inevitably, her two flatmates were going to be out of the flat until the early hours of the morning. This proved to Michelle to be a very attractive prospect given her more pressing urges.
Abby and Rosa, now regular partners in crime, hit the town without fail every Saturday night. On this particular evening, by about 9pm, and a after few swiftly guzzled bottles of wine which served to save get their party well and truly started, they left their small student flat and set off to the local pub to meet their large noisy circle of friends. As she then had whole place to herself, a circumstance which allowed the outwardly timid redhead to be as free as she wished to engage in some pleasure.
It was a slightly chilly evening. Michelle waited until she heard the two girls hurridly shout their goodbyes before hearing the door slam shut. She relaxed further as the sound of their voices became fainter and finally disappeared completely as they descended the stairs, still nattering continuously.
As Michelle emerged from her room, she realised that the flat was filled with the sweet smell of cannabis. Two bottles of cheap fizzy wine also lay empty on the kitchen table.
Out of force of habit, Michelle always tided up after her flatmates, more so for her own peace of mind than for their benefit. She didn't like mess much, It made her feel unsettled.
Deliberately, she placed the bottles in the recycling and disposed of the still faintly smouldering contents of the ashtray. Then she cracked open the window in the kitchen and also the one in the living room so as to allow a light draft of fresh air to ventilate the room. In truth, she didn't mind the sweet smell that was wafting about. It was heady and incense like.
As Michelle continued to tidy the mess in their shared kitchen, she remembered that her flatmate, Rosa had rolled her a joint as a little gift after the last time that they had socialised at home together.
On that evening, Abby had, yet again, stopped out with her latest conquest, so the two of them had enjoyed some time alone chatting over a glass of wine.
Michelle much preferred Rosa's company to Abby's anyway. She always felt that she didn't really get a look-in when the three of them were together. Abby had a tendency to always take control of conversation, although her chat was often quite teenage, basic and a bit mundane to Michelle.
Whilst Rosa, (who seemed infinitely more sophisticated), enjoyed Abby's love of fun and carefree nature it was this rather than her intellect that made them friends, Michelle thought.
Rosa, a Spanish exchange student from Madrid, definitely had a bit more to her. Although from very different backgrounds they had discovered that they shared a passion for fine art and literature and Michelle had bonded with her over a mutual appreciation of the dark and disquieting paintings of the Spanish artist, Goya.
In celebration of the free flat, Michelle decided that she was going to smoke that joint, safe in the knowledge that because the girls had already had one before they left, that they would be none the wiser to her indulgence. She didn't want to face any schoolgirl scrutiny or judgement.
Having made her mind up, she retrieved the joint that Rosa had rolled for her from her bedside drawer along with a lighter that lay on the coffee table in the living room before settling back down at the kitchen table.
Clumsily she lit it and took some faltering puffs. It tasted strong; as if Rosa had rolled it with very little tobacco, so it was beautifully heady with the scent of the flowers and not so harsh on her lungs.
Michelle was by no means an experienced smoker but she had dabbled before. She had enjoyed some memorable times with her close friends whilst in sixth form college. She remembered fondly how the drug had given a feeling of carefree openess and how it felt deliciously daring to be a bit naughty.
The smoke rose from the tip of the joint into the air and drifted towards the window above the sink. It was hypnotic to watch. For the girl who was outwardly known as reserved, again, it was wonderfully satisfying to be a rebel for a small while at least.
After the joint was finished, Michelle decided to take a nice hot shower and change into some more comfortable clothes. She was beginning to feel the effects and was now becoming blissfully relaxed and dreamy but at the same time not at all tired.
The shower was invigorating, just on the edge of being too hot, exactly how she liked it. She used an exfoliating mitten to scrub her skin which made it tingle all over. As the steam filled the bathroom, she began to lightly graze the glove across her sensitive hardening pink nipples then over her torso, occasionally letting the textured glove brush between her legs.
It seemed that the weed had made her senses a little more heightened than usual and it felt indulgent to caress herself so langerously, especially in the knowledge that she had the house to herself.
After her shower, Michelle dried herself with a thick white cotton bath towel and carefully rubbed moisturiser all over herself. It was scented with rose and felt great as it soaked into her skin.
Her high had reached a nice level, the initial more powerful sensation of the drug replaced now with a pleasant, warming buzz.
Feeling refreshed, Michelle returned to the kitchen and dived into the kitchen cupboard to retrieve a bottle of sherry that she had tucked away a few months ago after a party. She was hoping to prolong the relaxed high that the joint had given her and also craved something a little sweet.
Michelle had never been much of a drinker but she liked the taste of the warming fortified wine as it slipped down her throat.
As she sat once more at the kitchen table,she noticed Rosa's laptop nestled amongst some of her library books and research papers.
Michelle, in her slightly inebriated state, was taken with a thought. She wanted to have a look at Rosa's music collection seeing if there were any songs or artists that she liked the sound of.
Whilst scanning the home screen for the music apps, she observed all the usual shortcuts and programs on the desktop. An essay on Goya that Rosa was working on was also on the task bar which caught Michelle's eye.
Unable to find the music app that she was looking for at first glance, Michelle nonchalantly clicked on the web browser which sat next to the essay document on the task bar.
As the minimised tab opened, Michelle immediately bit her lip hard. A web page sprung up and swiftly loaded.
Seemingly, Rosa had not only been engaged in her research for the essay and Michelle was presented with a full screen video from a well known porn site.
The scene before her showed two partially clothed young women in their early twenties. They were sensually kissing, their limbs wrapped closely together on a sofa. They undressed each other further, sucking hard on each other's exposed breasts, their bodies moving together mesmerisingly.
Still wrapped in her bath towel, Michelle felt a little quivering between her legs as the video progressed further. It was exciting and a bit taboo to see. Michelle was enthralled by having such an insight into her flatmate's most intimate erotic thoughts. It was definitely a new and interesting take on Michelle's taste for voyeurism; something that her vivid dreams had signalled as a preference to her many times already.
The video started to heat up some more. The petite yet curvy brunette was now stood up on the sofa, astride the face of the fair skinned redhead. The camera now focussed in on her outstretched wet tongue which was deftly teasing the redhead's exposed clitoris, her own fingers gently parting her labia to expose it more fully.
As she continued to encircle the swollen clit, the camera panned out again to show the broader setting of the lounge, and further to bring an open door with a little light from the hallway into the shot behind. Framed in the doorway, a third woman, still dressed in a long overcoat as if she had just arrived home secretly watched the two at play.
Michelle looked on. The third woman was watching just out of the pair's eyeshot. She was touching herself through her underwear, her short skirt pulled up over her thighs.
It wasn't more than a few moments before Michelle inched further forward on the kitchen chair. The towel slipped open, and she began to gently trace the outline of her labia, returning periodically to her clit. She timed her strokes with the tongue of the brunette on the screen. She was already soaking wet and the movement of her fingers between her lips started to make every inch of her throb even more. Soon Michelle threw her head back as she climaxed.
It wasn't until after she had cum that she was able to focus again. The inquisitive student began to take in a bit more of the detail on the screen before her. The tagline on the film read 'two horny girls secretly watched by their roommate'. This pricked Michelle's curiosity further. Then she saw in the user comment section below the video, that' Rosa 22' had left the last comment in the thread which read: 'Dios Mio! I wish that this would happen to me in real life with my two flatmates. So horny to imagine I'm seeing them do this as I watch!'
Michelle couldn't believe her eyes. Was this an erotic confession of Rosa's that she was never meant to see? It must be Rosa's comment...
Feeling a sudden twinge of guilt, Michelle closed the laptop quickly and replaced it where she had initially found it. She took a moment to again think about what she had seen. After she had put everything back to as near to how she could recall it had been found, she quickly headed back to the safety of her own room.
Michelle thought that her peek into Rosa's fantasies would take her some serious mental processing. She wondered whether she would be able to look at her flatmate in the same way the next time that she saw her.
Still preoccupied, Michelle changed into her nightdress and sat on the edge of her bed. Time had slipped away from her and the bedside clock now read 12.30am.
As well as being surprised by the time, Michelle had realised that the sherry which she had began by sipping was now all but a half empty bottle. She suddenly felt a quite drunk.
Inside her safe space, she eventually had to confess to herself that she was significantly aroused by what she had seen. Aside from the actual video, what was returning to her mind was what Rosa had commented underneath.
Of course,Michelle knew It was wrong of her to have looked at Rosa's personal things, but at least she was quietly confident that she wouldn't be discovered.
To take her mind away from her transgressions, Michelle decided that listening to some music might help. She slipped on her headphones and found her favourite playlist on her itunes. Mostly it was music that had significance to her from periods in her past. It let her return to happy times.
Lying back and now propped up on a couple of her pillows she breathed deeply as her body sank further into the mattress.
Despite the soft music, her mind couldn't help going over the night's intimate viewing. Deep down, Michelle knew that the knowledge of her friend's viewing was both confusing and erotic in equal measure.
The most powerful image for Michelle was imagining the sight of Rosa watching the film alone. The idea of her getting turned on at the thought of Michelle and Abby taking on the roles of the two girls in a real life was totally captivating.
