My boyfriend Mike and I had just finished making tender love. Mike got up to use the toilet, but as usual, I was not ready to get up. I need to remain in bed a while after making love. I've always been like that.
Sadly, though, I had to get ready to go to work, and I believe in the importance of a good breakfast. So, I forced myself to get up. I did not bother to put on clothes. Since Mike used a rubber, I was not worried about dripping cum on my nice, clean floors.
Mike emerged from the toilet and he came into the kitchen. He gave my behind a loving pat. "I love you, Sophia," he said, as he kissed my neck.
"Oh Mike," I said. "You just love it when I make you breakfast in the altogether. And you're especially affectionate right after we do the deed."
"And when you moan," Mike added.
"Did I moan?" I asked, as I put the scrambled eggs on two plates.
"It was barely audible, but yes, you did. Why do you moan so softly?" Mike asked.
"I don't know. I guess I got started that way. When I was in college, it was too embarrassing to make noise like that when having sex. Roommates would hear me," I said, as I put out the toast, jam, and butter. I added, "I guess I just got in the habit of enjoying sex quietly. I still enjoy it you know. A lot."
Mike replied, "People love hearing moans. You'd be surprised."
"You mean that you, Mike, love hearing moans. I'm not sure people in general do. It embarrasses them to hear the intimacies of other people," I said.
We argued to and fro about this for a while. It was stupid. Finally, I said, "Let's just agree to disagree, okay?"
"Okay," Mike said. "But will you do me a favor? Moan loudly for me next time?"
I said nothing as I put our plates on the table, adding tableware and napkins. I had already put down the juice and toast. Mike kissed me again, and sat down. He had shorts on, and I was nude.
"Let's eat on your back porch. It's such a nice morning!" Mike said.
"Good idea. I'll throw something on," I said.
"No, you look beautiful as you are. I love looking at your boobs. Do it for me just this once. Please?" Mike said.
"Neighbors might see me, Mike," I said.
"They're either asleep, or busy getting ready for work, or have already left for work. Come on, don't be so shy. You have such a beautiful body, Sophia!"
We did it. We ate breakfast on my porch. Mike had shorts on, and I was nude. It was thrilling. As it turned out, it was also the beginning of a change in my life.
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Mike and I broke up about a month later. I was now alone. There were two residues from my affair with Mike: I now moaned loudly during sex, and I still made breakfast, and ate it, too, in the nude. Sadly, though, I had no reason to moan anymore, because I had not even dated a man since Mike and I broke up.
How we broke up is a sad story. One time I slept over at Mike's. I was now accustomed to moaning loudly during sex. Initially it was to please Mike. But I enjoyed it too. In a way, it served four purposes: (1) Mike felt macho, having his woman moan up a storm due to his sexual prowess; (2) I actually got more turned on when I moaned, leading to an orgasm arriving faster, if one was destined to arrive; (3) Mike wanted to torment his roommate, in effect bragging how he was screwing me in the neighboring bedroom; (4) I felt like a slut by moaning that way, and it turned me on, even though I was not being a slut, just fucking my boyfriend. I had it both ways.
Truth be told, I also liked reason number (3). One day near the end of our relationship, we spent the night at Mike's place, instead of mine. This time Mike had to leave early, and I got to sleep in late. I was therefore alone at Mike's. I was recovering from Mike's enthusiastic fucking a little earlier. I enjoyed the quiet. You could have heard a pin drop.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to see what Mike had available for breakfast. Not thinking, and even if I had it did not matter because I was alone, I was making breakfast in the nude, as now was my habit after sex with Mike. So, it was a bit surprising when Mike's roommate Dan emerged from his bedroom. "I smelled the eggs..." His roommate said, and he stopped talking when he saw me there, nude. He simply stared at my nude body.
What do you do in a situation like that? Well if you're stupid enough to get in such a jam, you still might thing of the obvious things to do: (1) run away, screaming; or (2) find something, very quick, to cover yourself with, even if it is only your arms and hands that you use. I did neither: I just stood there, paralyzed, like a deer caught in headlights.
Dan and I just stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a good two or three minutes, when I finally gained enough aplomb to cover myself with my hands and arms, and to apologize, "I'm so sorry, Dan. I thought I was alone in the apartment, and, well, I cook breakfast in the nude at my home, and ..."
"It's fine, Sophia. No worries. You are a beautiful woman, and I am enjoying seeing your body. Mike is a very lucky man," Dan said, while I blushed. Dan told me that my entire body turned peach color. I had a full body blush.
"Relax, Sophia," Dan continued. "Let's eat the eggs while they're hot. We can share them, okay?"
I went to get dressed, but Dan followed me and said, "Don't get dressed on my account. I love seeing your nude body. You are so beautiful; it's like looking at a work of art in a museum."
I know you will think I'm an idiot, but I fell for that. I remained nude. But something was going on that was not in my active consciousness: I liked Dan. I liked Dan in a way that was more than simply liking a friend. You know what I mean. But of course, he was forbidden, being Mike's roommate, so I did not allow those feelings to enter my head. But they were there, under the surface, to be sure.
We ate the eggs, and I got up and made a second round of eggs, adding some toast and juice for Dan, all the while remaining nude. Throughout this time I sinfully enjoyed having Dan drool over my naked body. I thoroughly enjoyed showing off my body to him, too. I felt naughty, and feeling naughty like that is a turn on.
Dan had headphones on, so I asked what he had been listening to. Now it was his turn to blush. He did not want to tell me, so I did not push. We sat in silence for a while. Finally, I got up from the table, and said, "Excuse me please, Dan. I'll go and get dressed for the day now."
"No Sophia, please don't. I want to gaze at your body some more," Dan said,
"That's not smart, Dan. We both know what you will want to do with me if you see me naked for too long. You're my boyfriend's best friend and roommate. We do not want to go there. I had better get dressed," I said. I turned to leave, showing off my sexy behind as I did. I wiggled it, just for fun.
"Please stay, Sophia. Please," Dan was almost begging now. He was wrestling with something, and then with more drama than he intended to use, I'm sure, he said, "I'll tell you what I was listening to if you stay."
There was something in the drama of it all that made me think it was important to know what Dan had been listening to. Obviously it was not just the latest hit music. Knowing Dan, it surely was not an educational podcast, either. I sat back down, still naked. Staying naked a little longer would not hurt. Dan got a little speaker, and plugged his iPhone into it. "This is you, last night with Mike," he said.
To my horror, I listened to a good ten minutes of my sexual moans while Mike had ravished my body. It took me a little while to realize what I was listening to. When I did realize what it was, I cupped my hand to my mouth in horror. "How? Why?" was all I could say.
"It was Mike's idea. The microphone feeds are in his room. I get it by Bluetooth in my room, and I record it onto my iPhone. I can now beat off to my imagination of what you're both experiencing whenever I want to do so."
Dan then found a particular spot on the recording, and he played it for me, and he said, "What's happening with that moan, Sophia?"
"Dan, this is outrageous. It's much too intimate. Turn that off, and erase it. Now," I said.
"Sophia, I think you are an angel. If you were not Mike's girl, I would want to date you and convince you to fall in love with me. I am hard as a rock just looking at your luscious, naked, perfect body," he said.
This was a great way to change the subject. It did affect me, perhaps profoundly, but it was not sufficient to change my mind. "Dan, I like you, too, but I don't want there to be a recording of my moans. You need to destroy it," I said.
"How about if I never tell anyone it's you doing the moaning? This recording is priceless, Sophia. It's obvious your moans are not faked. You're not some porn actress. This is the real thing."
Dan thought for a minute, and then he added, "I did not even have to tell you that it existed, you know. You can trust me," Dan pleaded.
We argued back and forth for a while, and we finally made a deal. I would answer his questions about the recording. He would get to take me to his room and have fun with me above the waist for a little while. Then he would destroy the recording, and I would get dressed and begin my day.
I knew this was a bad deal. It was even ridiculous, to describe to him my most intimate feelings, and to agree to limited sex in such a way. But to be honest, and I always try to be honest, the deal kind of turned me on. Being extorted for sex is an old and recurring fantasy for me.
This was stupid, of course. I should have simply got dressed and left at that point, but I kept the deal. He played one particular series of staccato moans. I told him, "That's when Mike's cock touched my g spot, I think."
