I share a two bedroom apartment with another guy in his mid-twenties named River. The son of hippie parents, River grew up in the San Francisco Bay area, a place where his unique name was more of a blessing than in other parts of the country. River's attitude generally fits his nature based name, although he is far more moderate than his parents. He does get tired of having to say "Yes, River, like the actor River Phoenix."
We are almost ideal roommates. We get along, but we're not close friends. River is a borderline workaholic who is often sleep deprived. He runs marathons, and has a toned, slim body to show for it. He's of average height for a man, and I've heard multiple women compliment his blue eyes and mischievous smile.
Between River's work habits and long runs he doesn't have a lot of time for dating. When we moved in together he was in the process of disentangling himself from a long term relationship and didn't seem too eager to dive back into the dating pool.
He surprised me the night after his tenth marathon by informing me he was having a girl come over. "I met her at a Burning Man party. Kacie is a professional massage therapist and she offered to give me a massage to help ease my leg pain from the race."
I hadn't met Kacie before, but figured if she went to Burning Man she was likely River's type, and probably not terribly shy. Burning Man is a festival held in the desert of Northern California every summer which has a reputation of having a casual attitude about sex, nudity and recreational substances.
"That's fine," I told him. Ordinarily I might have left the apartment to give him some privacy to encourage possible nookie, but I had work I needed to do on my computer. I figured I'd close my bedroom door and leave them well enough alone.
Kacie came over just after nine o'clock. She was a pretty brunette in her early twenties, with a couple piercings in her ear cartilage. From my experience with some of River's other "Burner" friends I actually expected someone a bit more "alternative" in appearance. Kacie looked like an average recent college grad. She was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, underneath which her body seemed typical for a woman her age. Feminine, with curves in the right places, and not extreme in any way.
"I'm James," I said introducing myself. She shook my hand and I was rewarded with a beautiful, genuine smile.
"I've got a lot of work to do, so I'll leave you two alone." I fetched myself a glass of water from the kitchen in preparation for a long work session at my desk.
"Where do you want me to set my table up?" Kacie asked River.
"There probably is more room in my bedroom." River was right, our living room is somewhat crowded and the bedrooms in our apartment are quite large. I shut my door as Kacie set up her massage table in River's room.
I worked for over an hour before I had the urge to pee. I hadn't heard much through my door and stepped out into the short hallway between our bedrooms.
I had expected River's door to be closed, but it was partially open. The pleasant aroma of incense filled my nostrils, and I heard soft music coming from his bedroom. I did my business in the restroom and intended on returning to my own room, but a sound stopped me in my tracks.
It was the unmistakable sound of male sexual pleasure. Not the grunt from deep kneading or the contented murmur from a gentle massage; I was certain it was the sort of moan a man makes when aroused. It was followed by River softly saying "That's nice."
I couldn't resist peeking into his room from the hallway, trying to remain mostly hidden. Dozens of candles lit his room, the dancing flames casting flickering light into the hall. Even from the doorway I could tell they were heating up his bedroom.
