It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, with clouds filling the sky and the sound of video games filling the messy apartment.
Shawn was in the middle of his fourth straight hour of gaming when he heard the front door open and footsteps come up the steps. Given the day and the time, there could only be one person coming inside, and that person was Becca.
They'd met via Craiglist. Back when he'd needed a new roommate to replace his College buddy who'd finally decided to grow up and get on with his life, and she'd needed a place to stay after a break-up. It was win-win for the both of them, although it had certainly taken some getting used to.
For one thing, neither of them had ever lived with anyone of the opposite sex before, not counting family, so that was odd. Likewise, they each had their own little eccentricities and foibles which the other had to learn to live with.
In Shawn's case, he was a pretty hardcore gamer, and on days he wasn't scheduled at work he could usually be found on the couch for hours on end.
In Becca's case, she was LARPer.
Now Shawn had met a few live-action role players in College, and for the most part, they were fine people. He himself had little interest in getting dressed up and spending a weekend doing what to him boiled down to a dungeons and dragons reenactment, but eh, whatever made them happy.
But that was before one of them lived under the same roof as he did.
It wasn't to say Becca's choice of hobby caused any problems. Really, the closest thing to an issue was her taking over the kitchen table to work on a costume or pull him from his game to help her with something that needed an extra pair of hands.
No, the real issue at hand was completely different than that.
Shawn's issue was with Becca's costumes.
As far as he understood, her 'character' in the primary LARP she played in (there were countless others throughout the year and he'd stopped keeping track) was some sort of soldier, although you'd never have guessed that from her costume.
A white short-sleeved top and grey skirt, both with fur trim, black leather wrist guards, and knee high heeled boots, occasionally topped with a long black cloak. She looked more like a bar wench than any sort of soldier, especially with how much of her body that showed whenever she put the costume on.
As attractive as Becca was normally- and she was, being around 6', slim, with small perky breasts and long legs, pale skin, and dark hair almost to her tight ass- the costume just accentuated everything, and Shawn had to stop himself from staring whenever she walked around in it.
Which- if she had a LARP scheduled for that weekend- was pretty often.
It wasn't an easy thing to get used to, but Shawn tried. Boy did he try. But it didn't always help.
He would be the first to admit that whenever she headed off for the weekend after she was far from the apartment, he would jerk himself raw thinking of her in that costume. He never told her as such- unspoken rule of being roommates- but it was the honest truth. There was just something about it that got his blood flowing.
The door to their apartment opened, and Shawn paused his game and turned around to greet her.
It was his first mistake.
Becca had decided not to bring her cloak to this particular LARP, having heard that the weather was supposed to be nice all weekend. While that had been true for most of it, Sunday had started with rain and continued as such, which meant her white top was more or less see-through when she waltzed in.
Shawn had to force his eyes not to pop and his jaw not to drop.
Shaking off the raindrops that coated her, Becca smiled at Shawn with that beautiful smile of hers, and given his state, it took everything he had not to melt into the couch. "How was your weekend?" He asked, trying to create some sense of normalcy.
His roommate shrugged. "Honestly, fine until the clouds decided to piss on everything. We were in the middle of a battle, in a field. No shelter, no protection. Everyone was drenched at the end." Becca wiped her boots on the mat and walked into the apartment, dropping her soaked bag beside the door. "How about yours?"
Shawn shrugged. He hadn't as much as left the apartment, let alone wound up in a downpour during a medieval-esque battle. "Not bad. Platinumed another game. That's more or less been the highlight of things."
He was all prepared to return to his current game, figuring Becca would want to get changed, maybe take a shower after her ordeal, but he was wrong. Instead, she said something that he never in a million years expected her to say.
"Really? Playing with yourself after I left wasn't higher up on the list?"
Shawn froze. Eyes wide, he dropped his controller and stared over at his roommate. Her hands were on her hips, and her face was a mix of displeasure and amusement. He didn't know what to say, or even if there was anything he could say in response to such a statement.
So he went with the only one that he could manage. "What?"
Becca stepped into the living room, closing in on the couch and her extremely confused roommate. She'd been waiting for this moment all weekend, and honestly, so far it had been worth every second. "I forgot my purse when I left on Friday. When I came back to get it, you weren't on the couch where I'd left you."
Shawn gulped. He hadn't heard her come back in. He'd been a little busy at the time, which she seemed to have discovered. But how?
"I figured you'd gone to the bathroom or something until I heard your voice... You were breathing pretty heavily, and for a second I got worried... and then I heard you scream."
"Um... I mean..." Shawn tried to scramble out a defense but none came. Normally it wouldn't have mattered- he was a guy, and guys jerked off- but Friday had been different. It had been the first time he'd ever called out as he finished.
