I had been renting a bedroom in Jessica's home in suburban San Francisco for about three months. I found the room for rent on craigslist when it became apparent the economy was preventing me from keeping my $1200-per-month bachelor pad. I joined fellow renter Alex in the three-bedroom, two-story cottage-style house.
Jessica and Alex had lived together in the home for the better part of three years. My initial suspicions that they were maintaining a sexual relationship proved to be false; Alex's girlfriend stays over every night, and from the moans coming through my wall every night it's apparent Alex is not lacking sex.
Jessica lives in the upstairs bedroom. When she's home, she's usually in her room or in the upstairs office. I remember wishing she spent more time downstairs; her toned, 25-year-old body and perky C cups along with her one-of-the-guys demeanor had me spending more than a few nights molesting myself while thinking about her.
I've been talking to Stella, a girl I met in my math class last semester. I quickly learned just how much of a nympho the 19-year-old is. This was not a bad discovery for me. Her five-foot-six, 115-pound, brunette, Italian frame held perfectly-proportioned C cups with, as I would find out later, pierced nipples. It didn't take long for me to get to know Stella intimately. Shortly thereafter, she moved with her family to Chicago.
We maintained communication on the phone and online. The vast majority of our chats ended up turning into heated phone/cyber sex sessions. In one of the more intense sessions, we both expressed exhibitionist fantasies but revealed that we had never acted on them. One of my long-held fantasies involves me getting caught masturbating and, instead of stopping, just continuing.
One morning I was chatting with Stella online, and the conversation heated up. She suggested I "pull it out and give it a little rub." I pulled my sweat pants off to uncover my already-hard member. I half-jokingly told Stella I was considering opening my bedroom door a crack, as Jessica was watching television in the living room and could see into my bedroom from the right angle. Stella loved the idea. I began to seriously consider it, and told her I might even just open it all the way and be shameless in my exhibitionism. She jumped all over this: "Do it for me babe. No blankets though."
I couldn't resist. I opened the door completely to find Jessica had left the living room. Disappointed, I sat back down. I asked Stella if her roommate was home (she lives with her brother's male friend in a two-bedroom apartment). She informed me that in fact he was, but he was in his bedroom asleep. She also informed me that she was considering grabbing her trusty vibrator and moaning loud enough to wake him up. I told her to do it, but if my door was open so must hers be. She complied.
She got down to her birthday suit and sat on her bed, vibrator in one hand, keyboard in the other. We continued the dirty talk for a few minutes, her typing noticeably slowed. Suddenly there was a break in the conversation, and I looked into the living room to find Jessica sitting on the couch watching me. Our eyes locked, but I kept going. Suddenly her gaze shifted from my eyes to my cock, and the sight caused her nipples to harden up under her white wife-beater tank top. Jessica had clearly decided to pass on wearing a bra this morning. After a few moments, she got up and went upstairs.