Previously On...
Ch. 1 - Thursday night, my new roommate Charlie decided to have a casual masturbation session on the couch while I sat there...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Friday morning, first official day of a long weekend, home, with my new roommate Charlie Vey, still processing what had happened the night before...
By the time the morning had come, I'd almost forgotten that it was a long weekend and there was no work that day. Largely because my mind could barely stay on anything else other than desperately trying to diagnose what the hell had happened the night before. It felt like my whole world had been flipped upside down, and in so many ways.
For one, unless I'm getting all sorts of backwards messaging, that sort of thing isn't exactly normal, right? Someone fully, completely casually giving themselves a huge, wet and loud orgasm in the main living space next to their new roommate without any words or intention for them to be a part of it. That's weird, right? Again, I am not a prude, I love love and sexuality and all of that, to each its own and everything, but, there's usually so much more communication or clarification of what kind of space it is, and... all of that, right?
Shiver.
The other big reality shift was whatever this new unfolding said about my
relationship
with my new roommate; with Charlie. Was this a new normal? Was it a fluke? What about the agro energy? Like, where the hell does this go? Where do we go from here? I'd managed to avoid her after that intense and unique interaction, mostly because all I could do was sit with my thoughts. These thoughts. And I had no answers and honestly, I was terrified to leave my room and see her in what I thought was 'public' space.
Sigh.
When I finally did get up and prep to leave my room, there was no sign of Charlie anywhere. I took advantage of the moment of freedom, did my bathroom needs, and started for some coffee when I realized that her shoes and bag were gone from the front door. "Oh good," I said with a sigh. I'm not fully sure why that was my innate response, and I don't want to feel that way about a person that I am legally sharing a lease with, but my non-conflict ass needed a break from the stress of whatever interaction was upcoming.
All in all, I was able to get through most of my usual morning routine before there was any sight (or sound) of her. I was all the way finished with breakfast and rinsing my plate for the dishwasher, watching reruns of some gameshow when I finally heard footsteps coming up the porch outside followed by the voice of Charlie talking, confirming it was her and not one of my neighbors.
She burst through the front door, the phone held between her ear and shoulder, tossing out some "uh-huh's" and such to whoever was telling whatever story on the other end. She made brief eye contact with me, gave me a quick smile and nod as she wrestled her denim jacket off her shoulders and flung it on the coat hook.
She stood there for a second, giving me a moment to take in what she was wearing; a tight red shirt that gripped her figure at each curve and showed off her mildly erect nipples. As she wriggled a little, putting her things away at the door, her heavy breasts danced and swayed beneath the stark red fabric.
Hypnotizing.
She then B-lined for her room after kicking off her shoes, with the last thing seen before she passed the threshold of her room being her start to pull her shirt up and off, then closing the door behind her with her foot. I don't know if she knew it, but the door didn't close all the way, leaving a tempting crack wide enough for me to make out her shape when she passed back and forth. I think I leaned further over the counter without even realizing it, feeling that shift in my chest and the lightest moisture on my brow. From my angle which was very indirect, I could make out the line of her back and occasionally the backlit silhouette of her breast's edge from beyond her frame. And at one point, I could see the outline of her waist, hip, and much of her round ass.
Stop looking!
I looked away.
I could hear her still talking for a while, but only in faded mumbles. Honestly, I considered if maybe I should duck back into my room before she'd come out again at some point, but then, at the same time, it was
my apartment
(too, I guess). However, I didn't have time to fully commit to the decision either way as she came back out, now dressed in a pair of lavender short-shorts with frilly and free-flowing legs, and a different crop top, this time made from a hoodie which still dangled down her back underneath a messy bun of brown curls. "Hey, finally up?" she said casually as she crossed the living room to the other side of the counter-island, perching up on her long arms.
Uhm...
I was speechless, but mostly because I was aware that I was speechless. I had no idea what to say as she stood directly opposite of me acting as if nothing had ever happened. Was
I
supposed to act like nothing had happened too? Did I even want to bring it up?
Luckily I didn't have to be the one to break the awkward silence. "What'd you do for breakfast?" she asked as friendly as could be.
"Uh, eggs," I finally mustered. "You? Uh, did you eat?" I stammered a little.
"Yeah. I met a friend from work for coffee. Had a muffin." She released her locked elbows and sunk to a stool, sitting and resting her chin on her hands, still looking at me engagedly. I fought to look back at her respectfully but I noticed that for a moment, how she was sitting, that the open bottom of her shirt met the edge of the counter, and though I couldn't see behind the wall of fabric, it seemed very much like her soft and large breasts must be resting on the countertop.
Pay attention, man.
I sprung up, saying the first thing I could think of. "I thought you didn't work today," I chose, just trying to make it sound something like simple conversation.
"Yeah, I didn't. But, we just had to debrief, yesterday was wild in the office."
Oh, was it? Maybe that explains... something? Everything?
"Word? What happened? If... you wanted to-"
"-Oh my fucking god, did I not tell you? Full transparency, I was fully not myself yesterday when I got home."
