I live in a group house that's in a really nice part of town; walking distance to the coop for food shopping, with a nice high end theater complex a little walk further away.
For some reason, even though the houses around us had been "upgraded" over the years and remodeled to be more upscale, ours has been a group house for decades. We were not 'easily kicked out' by the landlords, due to one of the former roomies having gone and gotten their law degree. He made sure that we -- The House -- stayed 'unmolested' by the gentrification going on around us. He still liked to come back 'home' every once in a while, and we in turn still liked to have some rather wild parties (considering the neighborhood).
But the rent kept on getting higher and higher. So much so to the point where our rooms had to be shared in order for us to stay there., usually two to a room. Which was where I was waking up this morning...
We were an eclectic mix of folks. Some of us are still hippies, some of us are edging towards moving out and moving up. I was on the borderline of both, but I was still here.
I also have to tell you, that I'm still here mainly because I hate the idea of full time work. I work part time down at that previously mentioned theater, and make just enough to satisfy my need to eat and pay rent, as well as having the perks to go to any movie that I wanted to. (The perk that
keeps
me working there.)
This morning, my roommate Randy had already gotten up and gone to work. From the sound of the house, most everyone else had left too. So I got my seldom granted, blissful grace of silence to sleep in. Not something that often happens here.
I was about to go back to sleep in order to wake up later in the day before I had to go to work. Also, since Randy was no longer here and the house sounded empty, I decided to indulge in another favorite past time if I was alone; wanking off. Without interruption (or so I thought). This would help me drift back off.
Another thing I should tell you. That eclectic mix I mentioned earlier? There were several of my housemates that were Gay or Lesbian. One of them was Allison, a rather larger and formidable woman of 'interesting hair' and 'larger proportions' (shall we say). Allison was kind of what was described in the song Lola, by The Kinks. Although she didn't need to shave, she was, well...
Her name was Allison Gertner, but because of her bigger size than most of the other girls around, our secret house nickname for her was Ali Ooop. Like the cartoon character of the same name back in the day who was a neanderthal.
She wasn't as ugly as the cartoon showed and she was not a man, but she was not what you'd call, a petite woman. Because of her size and the kind of women she normally went with, she was what you might call a "bull dyke." And yes, I thought she was Lesbian, through and through.
She seemed like a Big Woman, although I couldn't really tell. She was on the larger size alright, although I couldn't tell you what her body actually looked like, because she always wore what the other roommates called 'dyky kinds of clothes.' Sack-clothe-like dresses, kinda like what my mother's generation called muumuus (although here's weren't colorful floral patterned dresses). Oh, and clunky Doc Martins too. You know. Dyke fashion. (I know. Call me prejudiced if you want...)
And she had her Icelandic blonde hair cut in a bowl shape up around her ears, along with it chopped off as high bangs (almost like a fringe) in front.
She was rather quiet around the rest of us. In some ways she didn't fit in... But Hey, when you're living in a group of "misfits," what's fitting in?
Randy, my shared roommate, had apparently left the door to our room ajar when he left. I had begun 'yanking my chain' (so to speak) and was getting into it rather wildly, when I heard one of the boards in the hallway outside our door squeak.
"Shit!" I said, trying to cover myself and my activity. That's when I saw the eye in the crack of the doorway, looking in on me.
"Ali," I said, jumping when I saw Ali Ooop push the door open.
"Sorry, Rick," she said softly from where she had moved into my room. She reached behind her, and while her eyes kept on me in the bed, she softly closed it. "I saw... what you were doing, and I... well... I couldn't help myself."
"I didn't think you liked men?" I asked her, not realizing that I was still only half-way covered.
"Well," she started to day, "I don't," she said, and then she paused, adding,. And I... do."
Ok
, I thought.
What does that have to do with me
? I took a deep breathe, and waited for her to explain more.
"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked me. Even though she was technically already in my room.
"Ummm," I fumbled. "What would you--"
"I'd like to watch you. Beating off, I mean." Ok. I gulped. Where was this leading to?
I should probably say here, that although I was thirty-two, it had been a while since I'd had a girlfriend. Which was why I was beating off, instead of 'beating' into a 'her.' So, why was she interested in me? And why would I be interested in her?
"But I thought that you--"
"Only liked girls?" She said softly with a grin forming on her lips. "Well... Yeah. That's what I thought, too."
I relaxed some, but my thoughts started to go all chaotic on me.
Used to like only girls
, I thought.
Now, for some reason, you're interested in watching me jerk off.
Something didn't...
I watched rather dumbstruck, as she quietly closed the distance between the door and the edge of my bed, very slowly bending to sit down there. Like... a foot away from my hand still unconsciously on my crotch. Like... almost as if she was going to touch me.
Part of the chaos inside my head had me asking,
If she's actually interested in me, what does that make me? Does that mean that I'm less of a man, and more like a woman?
I hesitated to even ask her. Did I even want to find out? How hard did I want to find out?
But there she was. Sitting on the edge of my bed, staring hard at my half mast prick still somewhat standing at attention through the covers, kind of like Shroedinger's cat. Half up, and half down. Did I want my prick to rise to the occasion and come alive? Or did I want it to deflate and show no interest? Well, not dead. But dead to her. What would it mean if I found myself attracted to... her?
"Why me?"
"Am I that ugly?" she asked me rather plaintively. She looked like she was at the point of crying, which seemed so out of place for her.
"I, ummm... well... I just... I'm not..."
"You don't find me the least bit attractive?" she asked, holding back a sniff, and looking like tears were going to stream down her face any moment. I felt really bad for how I reacted, and I reached over to touch her shoulder. I felt almost as if I wanted to take her into a hug.
She began huffing and puffing, and hyperventilating around her choked off tears. That did it for me. I reached over and grabbed her, and pulled her into me. This only succeeded in setting her off even more, and she began sobbing hard in my arms.
God, this was awkward. I had just had more conversation with Ali in the last several minutes than I had had since she had moved into the house about eight months ago. And here I was also, sitting up in my bed, nude, after having been caught masturbating. But with this woman who I had thought had no interest in me at all. As a man, or even as a person.
And here I was, comforting her. Patting her on the back sympathetically. And once again, completely nude only a thin sheet away from her.
After a few minutes of her crying, she began slowly stopping. Taking deep sighs in. And now she was whispering softly on my shoulder. Wow, this was a wild morning.
She sat up, still sniffling, and began wiping her face with her (somewhat) hairy arms. She didn't look at me for another couple of minutes, but when she did, there was a look there that I hadn't seen before. Hadn't expected that I would ever see.
She was looking at me with a look of... attraction? Lust? At that point, my whole perception of her changed. She was looking not only attractive, but...
"Can I crawl into bed with you?" she asked in a whisper I could barely hear.
