Note: This story picks up immediately where the last one left off. It takes a slightly different twist, but still centers on the intimacy and vulnerability of the two characters sharing more experiences. Thank you all for the positive feedback and personal emails you have sent. I appreciate the kind words, and hope you all enjoy the next installment!
"Ash," a thought popped into my head. "Since I saw and got to experience something that my girlfriend would never let me see in a million years that really turned me on, is there anything you'd want to see or do that your boyfriend wouldn't do?"
Her eyebrows popped up. She had a sly smile creeping up.
"It's only fair, right?" I said playfully.
"Well, I've never told anyone this, but there is one thing you could do..."
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"Name it." I said before even contemplating what it could be.
"Well I need to buy a few things first, but let's plan for Thursday night. Ok?" She said mysteriously.
"What is it?" I hated not knowing.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Guess you'll have to wait and find out."
We continued eating dinner on the couch as we watched TV. I have no recollection of what we watched; my mind was busy trying to guess what she had planned. I couldn't take much more of it. "That's it for me, I'm calling it a night." I said taking my plate over to the kitchen sink.
"Have a good night." Her eyes never left the TV and she stayed on the couch.
I headed into the bathroom and left the door open expecting her to join as she usually did in the evenings. Since she wasn't in the bathroom yet, I started with the mundane first. I brushed my teeth, taking an extra long time. I washed my face, and pretty much just started to kill time by staring at the mirror hoping she'd join.
I glanced out of the room and saw that she hadn't moved from the couch. Maybe she just wants a little alone time I thought. This seemed strange though, since we were both normally eager to share this time together. Is it possible she was more embarrassed than she let on after our previous time in the bathroom? Was she embarrassed I saw her poop? Embarrassed she saw me jerk off because of it? Some combination of the two?
I thought of a dozen possible reasons why she hadn't joined me yet and none of them were good. I finally calmed down and convinced myself I had to be overthinking the whole thing. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can get insecure about something, even after we just talked about how it was normal and agreed everything was fine. But was it? There I go again.
My bladder painfully snapped me out of this negative thought spiral. As I walked over to the toilet and lifted the lid, vivid images raced through my head of Ashley sitting right here. I remembered the smell perfectly, as if her unique earthy scent was filling up the room now. Just thinking about it made me hard and I realized I had been standing there holding my erection for probably a minute or two without peeing. I took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly as a little urine finally started to flow out inconsistently making a rather pathetic trickling noise in the bowl. Eventually the blood flow decreased enough to turn the trickle into a satisfying and steady stream.
I looked over my shoulder as the stream died down into a few drops, still hoping she would come in. But no such luck. No Ash and I had no more reason to be in here. I shook off the last few drops and tucked my now soft penis back into my boxers as I left the room. To my surprise the couch was empty, and her bedroom door was now closed. That meant she had to have walked past the bathroom while I was peeing with my back to the door. Did she really walk past and not come in?
I went to my room and slowly became obsessed as to why she never came in. It just wasn't like her and frankly it kind of stung a little. I actually felt rejected in a strange way. She's just a friend. A roommate and a close friend. I shouldn't feel like this just because she didn't follow our silly routine. After undressing, I slipped into bed. A familiar tingling sensation kept me awake as my hand naturally found my growing erection. I loaded up a favorite porn site on my laptop and slowly stroked away my stress. The more turned on I got, the faster my hand moved and I realized I wasn't even watching the video. I was just reliving that strange, intimate moment in the bathroom with Ashley. The smell still strong in my head, the awkwardness, how embarrassed she was with me there, how nervous I felt...my hand was now moving up and down my length furiously. As I spewed my load all over my belly, I remembered her watching me cum last time. My breaths slowed and I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of loud moaning. Really loud. Was Ashley masturbating purposely loud so I would hear? My eyes finally blinked open a few times and realized I never shut my laptop. Porn was playing all night. I found that slightly amusing and shut my laptop wondering how many different orgasms I must have slept through.
I pulled on my boxers and headed toward the bathroom. Ashley's bedroom door was open; that was a good sign. The bathroom door was also open and I walked in hoping to find her there. But again she was nowhere to be found. I peeked in her room and found nothing. She must have left for work early.
Man that's twice we missed our normal bathroom routine. Was she doing this on purpose or is it all in my head? I just couldn't let it go.
The next few days were just as bad. I didn't see her much. I got a text saying she was spending the night at her boyfriend Mark's place. The problem only grew in my head. It had to be intentional that I hadn't seen her in the bathroom since we shared that intimate experience. There was no other explanation in my head.
It was actually starting to bum me out thinking I ruined a good thing we had between us when I got another text from her.
"Staying at Mark's again tonight. Sorry I've been so distant. Looking forward to tomorrow night!"
Tomorrow night? I had completely forgotten about that...her mysterious thing she had in mind. I was so caught up in my worrying about why she wasn't using the bathroom with me that I stopped thinking about that altogether. Maybe this really is all in my head.
But that thought didn't last long. My insecurities got the better of me yet again. Here I was imagining what strange fetish she was waiting to unleash on me, or maybe she was really bad at giving blowjobs and needed some extra practice. But now I realized how ridiculous that was. It was probably apple picking or watching some girly movie or some other silly thing her boyfriend wouldn't want to do.
Yes it had to be something just friends would do. Obviously. Besides I'm dating Shannon; hell, we're planning on living together in the fall and I'm worried about Ashley not joining me in the bathroom. What the hell is wrong with me? I tortured myself like this for a while before finally focusing on the positive, that I would hangout with Ashley again tomorrow night, even if it was only as friends. I did actually miss hanging out with her, not just in the bathroom, but chatting with her at night about our days. I guess she really was a good friend.
When I got home from work the next day, she was sitting on the couch as I opened the door. My heart raced. I had so many insecure thoughts running through my head the past few days, but tried to play it cool in the moment. "Hey, Ash."
"Jason!" Her face lit up.
God it was good to see her smile. So many fears erased in an instant. Why did I fear anything?
"Look, I made us dinner!" She had the table filled exotic dishes.
"This looks fantastic. Wow, thanks. I don't know what to say."
"Well we've gotten really close, and you're such a good friend I just wanted to do something nice for you. I'm not much of a cook and wanted to experiment with some recipes I found online." She giggled.
And then I realized this was her big surprise. She had to buy a few things...those were obviously the ingredients. She's not much of a cook, so she probably didn't want to serve it to Mark in case it was awful. It all made sense. I could live with this. A good friend made me dinner! No complaints here.
We got lost in conversation just like we used to and before I knew it, our plates were cleared and it was already getting late. "That was amazing. You had nothing to fear after all; you're a great cook!" I said as I started to clear the dishes.
"Thanks. It was actually pretty fun. I was nervous you'd hate it."
"Looks like you were worried for nothing." I said with a smile thinking how that statement really applied to me more than her. "Well thanks again. Enjoy rest of the night." I said trying not to push our friendship boundaries any further.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" She said almost frightened and a little disappointed. "We didn't even do the...thing yet."
"What thing? I thought that was the dinner?" My heart raced all over again.
"No." She looked amused. "No the dinner was not the thing I was talking about." Then her amused look turned a little worried. "Do you still want to do it?" She asked insecurely.
"I don't even know what it is. But of course I'll still do it." It was amazing to see her on the concerned end of the conversation for once. "Soo...what is it?" Now the anticipation was killing me.
"Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be in there in a sec." She said as she disappeared into her room.
The bathroom? My mind flooded with every emotion that I felt over the past few days, both good and bad. I went into the bathroom and looked around for any clues of what she had in mind. Nothing out of the ordinary. What the hell could it be?
Finally Ashley walked into the room wearing her comfortable T-shirt and cotton shorts combo that she usually wore around the house. She set a plastic Walgreens bag on the counter. I couldn't tell what was in it from the shape. We both looked at each other anxiously. This was hard to take.
"Well?" I finally broke the silence. "What are we doing?"
She blushed a little, mostly avoiding eye contact. "I've always wanted to be waxed."
"What?" I said more out of habit than not understanding her. Nevertheless she repeated herself.
"I've always wanted to be waxed..." She said suggestively nodding and looking toward her waist.
"I thought you liked your strip of little strip of hair...I think it's really sexy." Did those words really come out of my mouth?
