Author's note: this story brings back a couple familiar characters many of you have been wondering about, and overall might seem closer to the style of the original Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate series. Thank you all for your encouragement, comments and emails. I love hearing from you and truly appreciate the time you take to share your thoughts and reactions to my intimate tale. I hope you enjoy.
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The new position at work was a mixed blessing. Overtime every night. Insane deadlines. Countless fires to put out. It felt good to handle a little more responsibility, but it certainly came at a price. I was mentally checked out for the night and I was glad to finally shut my off brain.
I entered my apartment expecting to see Ashley. "Hey babe." I called out as I set down my work bag and made my way to the kitchen. "You here? Hello?"
No response. I paid it little mind and poured myself a glass of scotch. The first sip seemed to take hours of stress away. I unbuttoned my white collared shirt, undid my belt buckle and pants button and casually unzipped the fly of my dress pants before plopping down onto the couch. I could feel myself sinking into the cushions and had no intention of moving in the near future.
My phone buzzed with a text from Ashley.
"Working late. Not sure when I'll be home."
That settled it; TV, scotch and a slow night of jerking off was the official plan for the evening. Ashley and I had spent nearly every waking moment together for the last few months. Up until recently when I was promoted. This past week I barely saw Ashley at all.
I'd get home and she'd either be in bed or I'd be far too tired to hang out and I'd go to bed. It's been the longest we've gone without having sex since we became an official couple a few months ago. But worse than that, I've been too busy and tired to even take care of my own needs.
Don't get me wrong. I would have preferred to unleash this built up energy with Ashley, but I was very much looking forward to doing it myself tonight.
I grabbed the remote and found something on HBO that was a good mix of interesting drama and a fair amount of nudity. Perfect.
I had my glass of scotch in one hand, and slid my other hand into my pants and lightly played with my soft penis through my boxers. Slowly I rubbed it against the side of my leg and felt it grow in length down my thigh.
This is just what I need, I thought to myself when I heard a knock on the door. "Damn it." I muttered and debated whether or not I should even answer it.
Whoever it was knocked again. I set my drink down, zipped up my pants but still left my belt unbuckled and made my way over to the door and opened it.
"Emily?" I said in surprise. I hadn't seen her since Ashley's crazy wedding where she left her husband to be for me. I was amazed to see how different Emily looked now that she was further along in her pregnancy. "Wow, you look so, you're so...you look amazing!" I gave her a hug, careful not to press too hard into her.
"Thanks. I didn't expect to see you. Ashley said you'd probably be working all night."
"This was the first night of the week I got out at a reasonable time."
"Yeah, she said you've been working a lot lately. And I hear congratulations are in order. How do you like the new position?" She asked.
"It's certainly different than I expected." I said vaguely.
She nodded. "Where is Ashley anyway?"
"Actually tonight she is working late instead of me for a change." I said.
"Of course she is." Emily said clearly frustrated. "Why would she keep our plans?"
"Everything alright?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes. No. I don't know. Just frustrated I guess." She let out a big sigh and looked like she was about to cry.
"It's okay..." I quickly put my hand on her back delicately and guided her inside the apartment. "Why don't you come in. I can't give you an exact time, she might be here in an hour, or maybe a few." I saw that only made her look more upset. "But you're welcome to hang out with me."
It seemed to be a small consolation by the look on her face, but she came in just the same.
"Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, something non-alcoholic of course." I added.
"I'm fine, thank you. What were you up to before I barged in on you?" She asked.
"Not much. Just relaxing and watching some shows." I said as a loud moaning noise came from the TV. We both turned and saw a voluptuous brunette whose bare breasts were gently being kissed by the male actor.
"Uhhh..." I blushed and quickly fumbled for the remote. The moans only got louder before I could turn it off. "Sorry about that." I said feeling a little embarrassed.
She tried to hide her smile, but still gave me the indication she knew my self-pleasuring plans for the evening.
"I feel like I'm ruining your night. I can go and leave you to your..." she wasn't sure quite how to say it and pointed in the direction of my waist and unbuckled belt.
"Nonsense, you're one of Ashley's closest friends." I said and saw she was unconvinced by my attempt to ask her to stay. "Look, I can jerk off to soft-core porn any night, but I'd rather hang with you." I finally owned up to what was really going on. It was both embarrassing and freeing. Once I admitted it, it was as if it could no longer be made fun of.
"Really?" She asked surprised. "That's kind of sweet. In an odd way." She let out a little laugh.
"Then it's settled." I said with a smile. "I'll be Ashley for the night. We'll do whatever it is you two normally do on your hangouts."
"You sure about that?" She giggled.
"Of course!" I said before realizing what this might entail. "What is it exactly that you two do anyway? Wait...doesn't matter. I'm up for it. Where do we begin?" I said cheerfully.
"Usually with pickles and chips." She said trying to gauge my reaction.
"Sounds delicious. I love pickles. I love chips. Let's do it. I'll get it ready."
She was still giggling.
"What? I don't think it's that odd...cravings or not, I'd eat pickles and chips almost any day." I said.
She blushed, "It's not that. This will sound silly."
"Try me."
"We usually eat them while taking a relaxing bath. It helps with my sore back." She added that last part as if she felt the need to justify it.
"Together?" I asked surprised.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Usually not. She mostly just sits in the room with me while I'm in the tub."
"Oh, uh...I can run you a bath." I said trying to find a way to make that idea work.
"That's sweet of you, but you really don't have to." She said as she slowly adjusted her stance with her hand supporting her lower back and a strain on her face.
