"Oh, Katie, I, uh, well, I came in and, well, it was so hot outside, and I just needed to get out of those sweaty clothes and into the shower, and what am I doing here? I'm, uh, looking for my towel, which, huh, heh, I just remembered,heh, is in the bathroom, like it always is. Heh." That was some smooth talking, sister.
Your roommate has covered up with a robe before seeing you. She looks you over as if weighing the merit of your story... or is she checking you out? Suddenly you feel vulnerable without your clothes, but an funny sensation grows inside you. Her pupils travel at a slow steady pace, it feels as if you're being probed by them. The seconds pass by as if they are hours. All you can do is stand there and wait for a response. You're too afraid to move, like a deer in front of headlights.
"Ok. I believe you." she says and walks away.
That's it? She actually bought it? You're stunned. How could she believe a lame story like that? Then you think about it more. Maybe it was an out. Maybe she pretended to accept your story to end your embarassment. Maybe she wasn't checking you out after all. It's that last thought that is almost a disappointment. Well, you decide to stick to your story and take that shower. You still get all hot and sweaty, but it wasn't from outside.
You disregard clothing. There's no point to put anything on anymore. You walk into the washroom and into the shower stall in a robotic fashion. You close the stall and turn on the water.
As you shower, you can't help but think of Katie. Your thoughts take you back to moments earlier as you observed your friend pleasuring herself. Those thoughts bring back the heat. You rub your pussy to ease the tension, but rubbing yourself only increases your arousal. You think about her, naked on her bed, lost in an ecstasy and oblivious to you watching her. Was she really oblivious? The thought of her knowing you were there makes you more excited. You think about her, giving you a show, trying to turn you on. (Boy, did it ever). She was about to cum too, before that damn phone call.
That thought cools you off quickly. The excitement gone, you move to turn off the shower. Before you do, though, you notice a figure standing at the bathroom door. It's Katie, and she's been watching you the whole time! |