Jack’s first week in the new house was rather uneventful (besides Steph’s accidental exhibitionism on Sunday). Steph didn’t have any more ‘friends’ over, and since she was at home most evenings her and Jack ended up getting to know each other. She told him she was just starting in her third year of university, and he told her about his new job and how he didn’t really know anyone in the city. It was nice to have someone to talk to, and Steph was quite easygoing, if a little sloppy as a roommate.
The third person in the house arrived on Wednesday, which was about the only time they saw her. A small girl with short brown hair called Martha, she’d taken her bags up to the top and then mostly stayed in her room, occasionally coming down for meals or to slip out, never saying where. Jack tried to talk to her a few times, but never for very long – he got the impression she was quite shy, and not one for conversation. That was fine – he liked talking to Steph more than enough.
It was Friday evening. Jack was out for a run and Martha was in her room, so Steph had most of the house free to herself, which was good, because she wanted a nice long shower before her planned night out with friends. She stripped out of her lazy sweatpants and hoodie in the tight space of the bathroom, taking a moment to look herself over in the mirror. She was proud of her figure. Occasionally working out kept her butt firm and her stomach fairly flat, and she’d shaved earlier in the week, so her skin was plenty smooth all over. But since she’d gotten worried about being overheard, she’d been going to Oli’s instead of having him here, but he had roommates too, so she’d only been over once. It was less than she was used to, and she was getting a little bit frustrated. She didn’t like not getting what she wanted.
*But,* Steph thought, stepping in to the warm shower, *that’ll change tonight.*
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She leaned her head back, letting the water run down her body and swirl into the drain. She started washing her hair, considering the night ahead. Most of her friends would want to stick to the straight clubs, but maybe she’d still be able to find a cute girl to take out her frustration on. She could take her home and sit on her face, or even just do it in the nightclub toilets, a head between her thighs, kneeling on the slightly dirty floor, moaning over the muffled sound of bass…
Steph wasn’t sure when she’d started playing with her nipples. She’d gotten a bit lost in her nightclub fantasy. *I must be even more desperate than I thought*. She reached a hand down and rubbed it over her slit, feeling the wetness she was building up. It felt good. Really good. *Well, I suppose I’ve got time for a quick one.*
She ran her finger over again, this time a little harder, parting the skin and lightly touching her clit. Sighing, she leaned back against the wall, still softly rubbing herself.
Her fictional club girl was getting sluttier by the minute. A hot pink mini-skirt and a tight white crop top made it clear she was looking for some attention. Her bright blonde hair was perfectly straight, her makeup perfectly done to draw her in.
*And then for me to ruin by getting rough.*
She moaned at the thought, her hips buckling slightly.
Slowly, slowly, she eased two fingers into herself, letting out a gasp as they stretched her pussy open. Her thumb pressed down on her clit as she curled her fingers round to her g-spot, and all of a sudden she wasn’t in the club with some pretty slut, she was her in the shower with Oli, his hand cupping her pussy, fingers exploring her and making her moan. She was pressed up against his chest, feeling his muscles on her back and his hard cock pinned tight beneath her ass…
Her orgasm took her almost by surprise, doubling her over in the shower and moaning out loud as her pussy clenched around her fingers. Even the light sensation of the water falling across her front was too much for a moment, and she lost a few seconds in bliss before coming to her senses and shutting off the water. Dripping with water, she stepped out of the shower and wiped off the mirror to admire herself.
*Damn I’m hot. Any club slut would be lucky to have me.*
It was healthy to be narcissistic sometimes. Probably.
She saw the door opening in the mirror, but in the second it took to remember she hadn’t locked it, it was open, and she’d turned round to face Jack in the doorway. His mouth opened in surprise, in what felt to Steph like slow motion.
“Oh. Um. Shit.” Jack was dumbfounded. They both were, neither of them moving for a few short seconds. When they finally moved, it was at the same time, shattering the silence with delayed surprise.
“Okay, bye!” Jack blurted, just as Steph grabbed at her towel and covered up. He closed the door a little too quickly, and the slam echoed through the house.
*Fuck.* Steph thought. *Did he- oh, of course he did. He saw everything.*
*Holy shit I saw everything* was the exact thought going through Jack’s head too. He’d retreated quickly to his room, where he was now standing, a little aimlessly, trying not to think too much about what he’d just seen.
It wasn’t as if the view had been unpleasant. Steph’s wet hair had been draped over her shoulder, her skin still glistening wet, beads of water slipping away from her neck, down across her breasts. The breasts were especially hard to forget, perfectly curved to nipples that could have cut diamond. She was clean shaven, too, a fairly toned stomach running down perfectly smooth skin to her pussy. Jack thought it had looked a little wet, but that was probably just the shower…
But, incredible tits aside, she was his roommate. It was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
His cock still strained at his pants, though. *You already did this once, now you’ve seen her as well. Just think about that perfect-*
Jack pushed the thought from his mind as he heard her walking out of the bathroom. Briefly, he considered apologising, but that might have made things more awkward, not less. Instead, he sighed and flopped on to his bed in defeat.
Steph got back to her room and threw her towel down across her bed. It was cold, and without the towel her nipples started to harden again. *Shit. He totally saw those.*
She covered her face, though that felt a bit pointless. Jack had seen her naked. There wasn’t much coming back from that.
It wasn’t as if he wasn’t good looking. He wasn’t as muscular as Oli, but he clearly took care of himself. And maybe she’d been imagining it, but she thought she’d seen a growing bulge when he’d walked in on her…
Steph looked over at the makeup on her dresser. She was meant to be going out soon. She ought to start getting ready.
Her eyes drifted back to the unmade bed, and, tucked in the mess of sheets, her wand vibrator. It had felt so good…
*You horny bitch.* she thought to herself, and stepped over to the bed.
Jack was looking for porn on his phone by the time he heard the buzzing. He paused, the eyes of some blonde with a mouthful of cock staring at him. At first he thought the sound might be a razor, but it was too quiet. *And she doesn’t need it. I saw-*
Jack tried to push the thought out of his head, but the only replacement was *Is she using a vibrator right now?* which was even less appropriate.
His dick did not agree. His pants were actually becoming painfully tight now. With a sigh, he reached down and unzipped.
Steph thought she heard a zip. Was Jack…? No. Probably not. *And I definitely shouldn’t be trying to listen. That would be creepy.*
Taking the wand away from her pussy for a few seconds, she leaned up against her wall, ear pressed against it. She brought the wand back down, biting her lip to keep herself quiet.
It took a few moments, but yes! She could hear the faint slap of skin. Jack was masturbaing on the other side of the wall. The thought swirled in her mind. Could he hear her? Was he thinking about what he’d seen?
The wand pressed even closer to her, and she bit her lip again, hard. Then she had a different idea. She grabbed her tit, running a hand over the still hard nipple, and then, at the same time, pressed the wand to her clit and pinched her own nipple. She let the moan free, mouth opened wide, and then pressed her ear back to the wall to see if Jack had heard.
The moan came through as a surprise. It was loud. Loud enough that Martha might have even heard it. Steph must have known he’d hear.
*Did she do that on purpose?*
The thought made his cock swell. His hand started moving faster, up and down, up and down. He pressed an ear to his wall. It almost sounded like Steph was whimpering. Tentatively, he opened his mouth, and then let out a short low moan in response.
Steph heard the moan and gripped her bedsheet. Jack could hear her, and he was masturbating too. It was weird. It was a bad idea for two roommates.
*It’s so fucking hot.*
Already, she could feel a second orgasm building inside her. She closed her eyes and imagined Jack in the other room, hand on his cock, getting himself off to the sound of her moans. She couldn’t picture him naked, though.
*He can picture me.*
The thought sent another wave of pleasure through her, and she punched the bed to the side to relieve some of the pressure.
“Oh fuck.”
Jack was getting close. He explored Steph’s body in his mind, imaginary hands groping her perfect tits, his tongue running up her thighs – burying his cock in her ass. He let out another grunting moan, letting Steph know he was there. He imagined what she would look like, stretched out naked in bed, vibrator to her pussy, face contorted in pleasure.
That sent him over the edge. With a long moan, his cock twitched, cum spurting out over his hands and stomach. For a few seconds, it kept coming, but finally Jack was left with the biggest load he’d ever gotten out of himself covering him.
Steph knew that sound. Jack had brought himself to orgasm. She was getting close too. If they’d been together maybe they could have finished at the same time. He could have sprayed his load over her, covering her face, or maybe her tits, in sticky cum. She could have licked him of her fingers, cleaning herself up bit by bit like a dirty whore. She bet Jack would taste nice.
That image sent her over the edge. Her whole body curled round, her arm tensing to push the vibrator right against her clit. She cried out as the pleasure shook through her, then half threw the wand away as the stimulation became too much. Her legs twitched a little, aftershocks still coursing through her.
“Fucking hell.” Steph sighed.
In the next room, it sounded like Jack was chuckling to himself. Steph wondered if she should say something to him. Or try and cum again. That sounded fun.
Her phone buzzed, and as it lit up she saw the time. *Shit! I need to get ready.* She glanced sadly at her vibrator before pulling herself out of bed and walking to her wardrobe. Her thighs were still a little slick.
*Fuck me. I better get my club slut tonight.*
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