Charlynn Quinn Vey (or Charlie) and I had only been roommates for a few weeks. I was a multimedia content manager/marketing associate for an at-hire company and I struck quite the deal during lock down, finding this gig that was fully remote, a contract that didn't change after the workforce returned to the offices. Essentially, my life was a laptop in my home office (a pull up desk on my couch in my living room) and I couldn't have been happier. But, of course, as all things turned to trash post pandemic, rent went up and I needed to supplement.
Enter Charlie. She was about 5' 5", a buxom, big-hipped and curvy brunette with long wavy hair, a smattering of freckles, and a very sweet face, in soft contrast to me, a tall, average looking black guy with short dark hair and a patchy goatee. We had a shared interest or two, some nerdy tendencies like sci-fi/fantasy, D&D, and shoot-em-up videogames, but mostly, at first, we kept to ourselves. She was some sort of assistant working the usual 9-5 which seemed great as I had grown used to having the house to myself for over a year, so a roommate that was gone most of the day was an easy sell. Or so I thought...
Thursday, July 15th, 5:24pm, day before a long weekend, the day that everything changed...
That day in particular, I was on the couch working on my laptop as usual, sitting it on my legs with something playing on the TV in the background, I don't remember what. I had my headphones on over my ears and I was pretty zoned in on what I was doing. Soon enough, the front door flung open and Charlie came in somewhat dramatically. I looked up to say hi or whatever, but, slightly unusually for her, she didn't say anything or make any real effort to connect. Maybe she didn't notice me, I don't know. She just dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes and went straight for her room.
I didn't think anything of it and not long later, Charlie came back out of her room with a book in her hand, wearing a light purple short skirt that landed a bit above her knees and a pretty revealing orange crop top she'd cut from an old t-shirt. She typically wasn't the most modest, but in general, I tried not to stare or anything, just kind of give her her space and stay focused on my work. She ended up sitting on the opposite end of the couch from me with a thud, kicking her legs up, crossing one over the other, and diving into her book. The couch wasn't the biggest but it was long enough that she could lay almost all the way down, her shoulders propped up by some big pillows, and her feet a few inches from me without touching.
"Hey. How was work?" I asked.
"Fine. Long." she said quickly. She looked up after a moment, "what are you working on?"
"My boss gave me a new deadline so I've got to get this finished in the next couple hours."
"Uhg, I hate that for you."
"Right? Fucking sucks. What are you up to?"
"Just reading." She waved her book around, something off white with no words on the cover. "Will it bother you if I'm here?"
"Oh no, of course not. I've got my headphones on so I'm good. You do you."
"Awesome." she said, turning her eyes down and reading while I continued with my work.
I suppose it had been a minute of us being in our separate worlds but as time went on, I eventually noticed the littlest bit of movement out of the corner of my eye. Nothing that by itself was distracting or anything, so I ignored it awhile before I started to realize what was seeming to go on. Charlie had started running her fingers softly along the edge of her upper leg, making little circles along her skin. And I don't know if I noticed it at first or if I'm adding it in my memory, but I feel like maybe I felt her breathing start to change, getting slower and deeper.
I went back to my computer, focusing on my edits when I eventually noticed her hand migrate upwards, now tracing the outline of her neck and collarbone. At this point, her breathing was definitely quickening as her eyes danced across the words of her book. I instinctively swallowed deeply as I saw her fingertips travel over the ridge of her chest, tugging at the fabric of her shirt, pressing against her breasts. My jaw could have dropped at that alone until a moment later, I watched from the corner of my eye as her hand guided under the hem of her crop top and beneath the fabric, watched as she lightly played with her breasts under her shirt.
What the hell is she reading?
I want to say I returned to my work but it took everything in me not to strain my eyes staring. I couldn't believe that this was happening. After a few minutes of this, her massaging and rubbing intensified enough that from under her crop top, she lightly exposed herself. From what I could see without looking dead on, I could see the line of her breasts reveal then be hidden as she took herself up in a handful. Her soft breast filled her hand as her thumb seemed to rub her nipple from under the shirt, the other hand guiding the pages of the book from one to the other.
Every now and then she adjusted, squirming some in her seat, the fabric of her shirt shifting, accidentally teasing what was underneath. I swallowed again.
Whatever kind of wild voyeur was happening eventually was too much for my eyes to sneak peeks at and I had to try to continue with my work. I was able to make a few more clicks, resizing something (I don't remember what), every now and then, glancing over and seeing her continue to seemingly and mindlessly hold herself. But at some point, when I looked over, I noticed her shirt had very much risen some inches. It was enough that had her hand not been blocking, her whole breast would have been exposed.
I almost wanted to say something, but, what? And why? I lost track of her breathing, but I was definitely starting to feel a shift in myself, as if I had deepened like a well in my stomach. I was buzzing as she continued to hold herself in clear view.
Had she forgotten I was there? Did she not care? Did she want me to look? What was happening?
Some moments later, the mindless touching she seemed to be doing had very much escalated. The next time I looked over, Charlie had pulled her shirt up even higher, enough to fully reveal her chest. The part of myself that, in full transparency, enjoyed voyeur and will-they-won't-they content was doing somersaults in my chest as without a doubt, I could make out every imprint of her bust in my periphery without even having to look. Up until now, I hadn't ever seen her topless, not even a slip from a low cut shirt or a half-open door while changing. All of the sudden, there they were.
What the hell is going on?
It's possible that this was all done without her realizing, and some small part of me almost wanted to alert her to it in some indirect way, in case she'd come to and feel embarrassed or something. But that all felt too risky, and by the time I'd even considered in my mind what I might say or if I should clear my throat or something neutral, I looked over enough to witness the unimaginable. Her hand, which had still been massaging her breast and caressing her nipple, had started tracing around her areola moistly after having licked her fingertip. Her nipple glistened and shortly after, she grabbed herself firm in her hand and drew her breast to her mouth and began to lick and suck her nipple.
Holy fuck!
I promise I wouldn't have said anything at this point, too much was going on, there was no earthly way to back out of this without the obviousness of what was happening. And on top of that, I'd almost certainly convinced myself that there was no way that she was doing this by accident. She knew that I knew. She must have. And I was fine keeping it to myself, until, while peering through the corner of my eye, I adjusted how I was sitting completely involuntarily, enough for her eyes to jut upwards and meet mine, all while her mouth was filled with her hard nipple.
It didn't last long and her eyes dropped back down to her book as if nothing happened but my God, she must have caught me catch her; and... and I couldn't just say nothing, right?
With no time to think, what came out was "ummm... Charlie, what are you doing?"
Charlie didn't even fucking look up from her book. She just continued casually reading, dropped her nipple from her lips and said "what?" as if nothing was happening.
"You're like... tits are out..." I said as if I was upset or something, which wasn't my intention, but... I don't even know. It's just how it came out.
"So?" again, she said without looking up.
The fuck!?
