Chapter 6: An Old Friend
The loud knock on my front door gave me a rude awakening from my lie-in. Blearily, I looked over towards my alarm clock. I guess nine forty six wasn't that early, I must have been drifting in and out of sleep for a couple of hours. The loud knock was repeated and I forced myself up, pushing back the bedclothes and stretching to get myself moving. I didn't have time to get dressed, so I pulled on the first clothes I could get my hands on - a pair of dark blue boxer shorts and a tight yellow cotton vest top.
Just as the fourth knock came I managed to reach the front door, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my hands. I opened the door to see a familiar face, but a face I'd not seen in years. It was Pete, an old friend from college. The two of us and a bunch of others had shared a house in our second year. I'd never been out with Pete – he'd been dating Dawn for all of our time at college. The two of them had got married a couple of years ago and were living near Southampton now.
'Hi Rachel – long time no see!'
'Jesus, Pete, how are you? Come in!'
We hugged on the step, and I became aware of my nipples pushing through the thin material of my top against Pete's chest. The cold air had made them stand to full attention! I grabbed his hand and pulled him through to the kitchen.
I asked, 'What are you doing here? Where's Dawn today?'
'I've got a meeting with a new client in Brighton at lunchtime, so I thought I'd call in and see you on the off-chance. I know I should have rung ahead, but I wanted to surprise you!'
'It's great to see you – can I get you a coffee?'
As I went about the kitchen starting to make the drinks I was very conscious of my lack of clothing. The boxer shorts were very baggy, leaving plenty of leg room. I sometimes wore them in bed, but would normally never dream of wearing them in public. My top, although close-fitting, barely contained me. It was cut off just below my breasts, and I knew that if I reached up for something, the bottom half of my boobs would be revealed. My exhibitionist side started to kick in, and I decided to maybe tease Pete a little with my body. I'd always figured that he liked me, and maybe we would have gone together if it hadn't been for Dawn.
I could have got some coffee cups out of the dishwasher but decided to get two from a top cupboard. Pete was sitting at my kitchen table, and had a good side-on view of where I'd be standing. I stood on tip-toes, reaching up with my arms to the top shelf. I could feel the material of my top rising up, slowly revealing more and more of my boobs. I knew my nipples weren't exposed, but Pete had a clear view of the pale semi-circles of the bottom half of my boobs. I held the position as long as I could without being too obvious, hoping that he was taking in the show I was giving him.
As we continued chatting about old times I was frantically thinking of my next flash. How could I show him more without coming on too strong? I'd tried bending over a couple of times - to get the sugar out of a cupboard and the milk out of the fridge, but the shorts were too large, they covered too much. I tried sitting opposite him on one of the kitchen chairs with my legs open a little, but again the dark blue cotton was covering what I wanted to show.
As we finished our coffees, Pete mentioned that he'd better head off soon – he had to get to the station by half eleven to pick up his client. I asked if he'd give me a lift - I pretended I wanted to go into Brighton to do some shopping. He agreed and I knew that I could try a different flashing opportunity!
'Pete, it'd be a shame to miss out on 'catch up' time – come upstairs while I throw some clothes on – it'll be quicker that way and we can carry on chatting.'
'OK Rach, if you're sure you don't mind.'
Pete followed me up the stairs to my bedroom and I motioned for him to sit on the corner of my bed. I've got an en-suite bathroom that's separated from the bedroom by a wall of glass bricks. I knew that if I put the light on in the bathroom Pete would have a good (if distorted) view of what I was doing.
While Pete carried on chatting about his new job and his plans to maybe work for himself in the future, I went into the bathroom and pulled off my shorts and top. I walked around for about a minute or so, and could tell by the hesitations and pauses in his speech that he was able to see my nakedness through the distorted glass. After a very quick shower I wrapped a short towel around myself. Still wet I stepped back into the bedroom. Pete looked away, his face blushing as I came back in. To put him at ease I laughed, "Don't be silly – we've known each other for years. I won't take a second to get ready." He turned back towards me as I started to ask him about his future plans.
