[F]ebruary and [M]arch 2018, when it all started. A story about exhibitionism and voyeurism, maybe.

July 2018. It’s 2 a.m. and I am jerking off behind my bedroom’s closed door to her loud moanings. In between those pleasure sounds, she quietly says, “don’t you wanna come over my bedroom? I know you want to, you just can’t, you don’t have the balls to”.

But first things first. Things started getting weird earlier in 2018.

**FEBRUARY**

We had moved in together a few months ago to pursue a master’s degree. We are friends from college, she has a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend, we share an apartment, you heard that before. We usually smoke a joint at night watching Netflix, say, Friends, or That 70’s Show. She wears comfy clothes at home, what was never a problem or a arousal to me, until… until that February. I can’t really tell what changed. Those comfy clothes she wore during out tv show sessions were quite sexy all of sudden. Her flimsy shorts-and-top pajamas would perfectly reveal the contour of those nipples, if she wouldn’t be wearing a loose tank top that could accidentally reveal her whole B-cup sized breasts as she would pick up her phone or the lighter off the carpet. We had two couches and she watched tv lying on her stomach in such a manner that the pajama shorts seemed to shrink between her legs, really drawing the lines of her buttocks. Even when she was covered by her purple plush blanked, it was so thin that I still could see the outline of her body and ass. She is skinny but has nice round tighs, her hair is dark blond, straight and it gets messy in a lovely way when she’s lying on her stomach.

– I’ll roll, you lit it, okay?

Sure, after all this, seeing your wet tonge passing by the rolling paper, I think to myself. Her nipples are always rocking hard, damn is she always cold?

I sit on one of the couches that gives me a gifted view of her and the tv. I take a hit or two or three and it feels good. I am not really sure how much I am paying attention to the TV anymore. Neither is she. She shuffles her instagram, her own pics, it looks likes when she’s high she likes to look at her own pics. Weird. Whatever. I watch a little, smoke a little-

– I am going to bed, goodnight. – She says, unexpectedly.

– Really? It’s like 10 pm

– I don’t know I’m just tired.

Okay. My loss. Or not, I stiil have the joint. Maybe now I start paying attention to the TV. Or not. A few minutes later I start hearing some quiet moanings. Am I hearing this right? Is it on the TV? I turn down the volume and the sounds are still there. Are the neighbours? It’s getting more and more intense, though still quiet and restrained. It stops, after say 15 minutes. I turn the volume back up. She leaves her room and goes to the bathroom. Holy crap she was masturbating indeed and now I have the hardest boner I have ever had.

– I guess I couldn’t manage to sleep – She comes back to the living room and I sit in such a way that my bulge can be seen if, and only if, she pays attention.

– Well I told you I was early. Here, smoke a bit more. – I handle her the joint and she sits on the other couch, now wearing a robe.

– Sure, are you still on the same episode? – She looks at the tv and as she looks back at the couch to search for the lighter she glimpses at my shorts and smile looking me at the eyes as she lights the joint.

Now what happened that night happened again and again. Night came and I was waiting for her to smoke and go to her room.

**MARCH**

Maybe she is a teaser. Maybe she is simply aroused when she smokes and then goes to her bedroom to relief herself as a grown adult she is. I can’t tell, *BUT*…

It’s getting cold (we’re in south hemisphere afterall). Now you almost always bring your purple blanket to the living room. And now you smoke and feel that you don’t have to go to your bedroom anymore. I can hear you. You are quieter, trying to hold the moan, but you can’t. I can hear your restrained breath, I can see you contracting your feet as you get to the climax. You check on me a few times to see I am looking at you or at the TV, if you are safe. Of course you are safe, I’m not gonna do anything, I’ll just appreciate the view, keep going, girl.

And she kept. Between joint puffs and pretending to be paying attention to whatever is on Netflix, I see your hands sliding down our known purple blanket and moving around your lady parts. Eyes closed, sighs, hard nipples, you cross your legs so hard when you cum and then relax your body in such a manner that it couldn’t be more obvious. I am enjoying watching you, this will be our stuff, okay?.

During the day, she was just a regular flatmates. We just talked about work, went shopping groceries, these kind of stuff. When the night fell and the blunt was lit, I felt like my private show begun. Then April arrived.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az0qoe/february_and_march_2018_when_it_all_started_a