Among other things this story has elements of some fetishes, mostly breast and hair.
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The girl who was standing at the sink looking out through the window at the moonlit backyard didn't seem to be aware of my presence, and that gave me a chance to do what I had spent much of the night doing earlier, which was staring at her.
The girl, who I never met until about 5 hours ago, was my daughter's roommate in college, and when I first saw her I was taken aback at what my wife had called her "severe" look.
Her name was Phyl, which was short for Phyllis, and to say she had a different look about her would be an understatement. Phyllis had her jet black hair cut very short, not much longer than a crew cut and slicked back on the sides, and wore horn-rimmed glasses that looked more masculine than feminine.
She had come to the house dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, and while my wife didn't say it I knew what she was thinking. This girl is either a lesbian or was doing her best to fit the stereotype. What I didn't know was what my daughter was doing with this girl. Could Fawn be...
No. Not sweet little Fawn, who was so sweet and innocent. They were just roommates back at college, probably thrown together at random for the housing, and Fawn was just trying to be nice in inviting her to spend the holiday week with her family.
Phyllis was not wearing sweats and jeans as she stood at the kitchen counter, but was wearing a white nightgown. From what I could see of it from behind it certainly wasn't anything from Victoria's Secret but just a plain thing that hung on the skinny girl rather loosely.
Skinny. I couldn't really tell before the way the was dressed, but now with her arms and lower legs exposed it was clear that she was very lean. That was something that she had in common with our little Fawn, who had always been painfully petite despite always having the appetite of a horse.
Her legs were quite long but not very shapely, but what I could see even from across the room was that her legs were a bit hairy. Back in the living room after supper I thought I had seen hair showing between her pant leg and her sock but figured I was seeing things.
Phyl's legs were definitely not shaved, with the hair rather dense on the insides of her calves and the backs of her thighs, and since the hair was black it stood out rather starkly against her pale skin.
Funny that as we got ready for bed my wife Diane had been discussing our daughter's roommate and I had raised the possibility that this Phyllis might be one of these natural types like from back in our youthful pseudo hippie days. She had already expressed her disgust at Fawn's friend rather butch appearance, and when I suggested perhaps Phyllis was a furry chick underneath the baggy clothes my wife made a face.
"You wish," Diane had said, and she was right there.
I had a girlfriend back in my youth who had never touched a razor in her life, and I had discovered that not only didn't the presence of her body hair bother me, but it turned me on. I had told my wife about that long ago when I asked her to not shave.
"Why didn't you marry her?" Diane had chided.
"Because I couldn't stand the rest of her," I had explained, and to her credit my wife did go along with me for a while, but she had so little body hair and it was so fine and light in color that you could hardly see or feel it.
"Can't stand being so hairy," Diane had said before going back to the razor, which was funny because she had to be the least hirsute woman on the planet, only having 14 hairs under her arms, at least her left one.
I knew that because I had counted them one night, which says a lot about me as well as about my wife's good nature back in those days.
"What do you think, Mr. Karl?"
The sound of Phyl's voice startled me out of my daydreaming, and even though she was still looking out the window it was obvious she had been aware of my presence. Damn reflection in the glass.
"Uh - hi Phyllis," I mumbled. "Didn't want to startle you."
"It's okay. I couldn't sleep. Different bed and all."
"Um - there's a cot downstairs I could bring up," I started to say, but Phyllis shook her head and said she liked where she was just fine.
"How about you Mr. Karl?" Phyllis asked. "You couldn't sleep either?"
"Yeah, I guess it comes with getting older because lately I..."
My sentence stopped abruptly because Phyllis chose that moment to slowly turn around to face me, and as she did so, leaning back against the counter and looking at me in a matter-of-fact way, my brain froze.
Sensory overload. I was unable to comprehend what I was looking at because for one thing there was so much to look at, and for another I was trying my best not to look at anything and was doing a piss-poor job of that.
"Lately you what?" Phyllis asked, a hint of a grin forming on the edges of her mouth as she seemed to relish seeing me in the condition I was in, which could only be described as addled.
"Uh - need a drink," I said as I moved toward the sink while trying to look past Phyllis as I did.
"Don't you have anything harder than that?" Phyllis asked as she swiveled enough to let me at the sink.
"Um - gotta get up in the morning," I said while trying to fill a shaking cup with water.
"Looks like you're already up," Phyllis snickered as my boner bounced into the counter, my arousal obvious even with a robe on over my pajamas.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. Frankly I was kinda hoping either you or Mrs. Karl would come out so we could get to know each other a bit," Phyllis explained. "Me and Fawn - we get along together really well, but she probably already told you that."
"Yes. She said you're a great roommate."
"Am I making you nervous? How about if I stand over here? " Phyllis asked as she moved over to lean against the stove.
"That's - I mean - I better go back to bed."
"You don't want to do that," Phyllis said. "Do you?"
"No," I admitted. "But I'm married."
"So is your wife," Phyllis said. "I'm guessing that things aren't all that great around here these days."
"Been better," I admitted, wondering how this girl could figure out in a matter of hours that the new empty nest not only hadn't helped but had actually hurt our marriage.
"You can look at me, you know Mr. Karl," Phyllis said. "Unless I'm reading you wrong that is, but something tells me you find me attractive."
"Of course. I mean you're a lovely young woman," I mumbled.
"No I'm not," Phyllis said plainly. "If 100 people looked at me about 95 of them would make with the fake puking sounds and rude comments. I do know that I have an appeal to certain people though. Fawn has a picture of you and your wife at a Dead concert from way back that she showed me, and I had a feeling about you."
"It's okay," Phyllis whispered, and only then did I turn to face her.
It's not hard to say what surprised me the most. I had already noticed the hair on her legs, so seeing the hair under her arms that was visible even before Phyllis raised her arms provocatively to reveal it was no surprise. The amount was rather startling, since the hair that filled the deep pockets was unlike anything I had seen outside some porn I remembered.
Neither was I surprised at what seemed like a jungle between her legs, the dark image visible even through the white nightgown.
The surprise, or should I say surprises, were her breasts. The slender, K.D. Lang-ish looking woman had what looked like watermelons under her nightie, and how she had managed to conceal them under that baggy sweatshirt astounded me.
"You like them?" Phyllis asked when she saw where my eyes ended up, and then brought her hands up to cup those enormous jugs, at least as best as her little hands could manage.
"Why do - you know - hide them?" I managed to ask.
"I don't like to have people staring at me," she explained. "At least most people. People I like and trust? Those I let look. You should see the things I wear around our dorm room. Maybe I'll wear one of my tank-tops tomorrow."
"I dunno. Diane, she's kinda funny," I started to say but Phyllis cut me off.
"How long have you two been married?" Phyllis asked. "Thirty years?"
"Almost"
