Our flatmate Abby was back. She moved in last winter and we got on well together straight away. I felt the chemistry between us but before anything happened her scholarship came through and she went overseas to study.
Now it was summer and Abby was back. She came through Thailand on the way home and looked tanned and fit. I sat in a chair and she sat opposite me on the couch, wearing a long blue hippie skirt that went all the way to the floor and a baby blue singlet. I'd only seen her in heavy winter clothes before so I was enjoying seeing more of her body. She had just got out of the shower and her hair was still damp and I could smell her shampoo and bath oils on her skin from where I sat.
Our other flatmates were out and I knew they wouldn't be home for hours so we had the house to ourselves. We were chatting away, catching up, flirting and I could feel that old chemistry between us. Abby was talking casually when she leaned back and raised both her hands in the air, then ran her fingers through her damp hair a couple of times and then locked her fingers together behind her neck. Her elbows were back, pressing into the couch, so I had a full view of her armpits.
She was still talking but I couldn't hear a word she said. I was staring at her underarms. Abby is a strawberry blonde and I did not expect to see what was before me. Under each pit was a clump of curly brown hairs. They did not cover a large area of her underarm but they were thick.
Before it was too late I realised I was sitting there with my mouth slightly open and my eyes wide. I realised she had noticed me staring and I looked over to her face. I felt embarrassed and could feel my neck and face go red. She looked at me coldly and said, "Is there a problem?"
She left her arms where they were but I kept looking at her face.
"Err ... um," I stammered. "No..."
"Does it disgust you? Does it gross you out?" she asked.
"No! Not at all," I said.
"Why are you staring then?" she asked.
I wanted to tell her the truth but didn't know how she'd react. I was silent for a moment, then I took one last look at her pits, savouring the sight of those thick brown hairs. I looked her straight in the eye and blurted out suddenly, "I think they're sexy. They really turn me on. I've got a hard-on just from sitting here looking at them!"
Oh my God, I thought, I can't believe I just said that! Abby lowered her arms.
"Oh, no. I've blown it," I thought.
She leaned forward and put her hands on her knees.
"I didn't realise you felt that way," she said, her face still with a cold expression.
I expected her to get up and leave the room.
Instead she leaned forward further and using both hands picked up the hem of her long skirt. As she leaned forward I could see her cleavage, which was pushing up from her singlet and the little bikini top she had on underneath.
Remembering what happened before I quickly looked away.
She gave me a sexy little grin and said, "Well, now we both know you like to perve, so enjoy the view."
She slowly lifted her skirt up to her knees, while she leaned back on the couch, keeping her legs together.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I looked at her shapely, tanned legs as she continued to lift her skirt. It was above her knees now and I could see some fine white hairs on her thighs -- obviously she didn't shave her legs that high up. She waited for a second, and knowing she had my full attention, she lifted the skirt up so it was above her belly button. I took in the view.
She wore a white G-string and although her knees were still together I could see thick tufts of brown pubes spilling out from each side of the white cloth.