This story sadly does not have a particularly happy ending and honestly, I regret it. I lost a good friend to it, and I should have known better. Despite that, I think it’s a good story, and there were some really steamy encounters.
It all began with me flathunting. I had to move out of my small one bedroom apartment due to the landlord claiming Own Usage, basically the only way you can get a tenant out in Germany. I wouldn’t be able to afford an apartment on my own with housing prices what they were, so I started looking for shared flats. Now, I’d been living here for almost four years so I had pretty decent connections, or so I thought. But there was no opening in any shared flat where I actually wanted to live, so I had to strike out on my own.
Mara and me knew each other from doing some volunteer work together, and she was about to start her studies here and was also looking for a place. Honestly, I was a bit sceptical – she was a couple years younger than me, had never lived in a shared flat before and I knew her as somewhat holier-than-thou. We had a couple phone calls, talked about what we expected from living in a shared flat, and discovered that we actually got along great – similar sense of humour, similar expectations on how to live together.
We found a flat quickly enough – not a great part of town, but well connected, and the flat itself was great. Very bright, good partition for shared living, affordable. We also found a third flatmate, who sadly turned out not too socially compatible with us, but at least he cleans up after himself.
Mara and me don’t share too many common interests apart from our voluntary work, but we did love to cook and eat together, and just talk about everything and anything. She was young, but bright and still very much optimistic about life and her studies, and she plowed into student life with full force. It was fun to watch, and I liked myself in the role of worldly mentor about student life and our city. She quickly connected with the guys she was studying with and changed from the somewhat shy good girl she had been when she moved here. Not that she became a huge party girl, but she developed a taste for beer, gin and trashy 90s music.
We still hung out quite a lot, and as we got to know each other better we started to get into more personal topics as well. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, and I vented to Mara a lot. She told me about the boys she liked, and that she was afraid of asking them out, and of being inexperienced. I did notice during this time that she started to become somewhat more touchy, but just put it down as her becoming more familiar and comfortable with me. I wouldn’t call myself particularly flirty, but I do compliment people more than some, even though I do that with everyone – I think it’s nice to be complimented, no matter if man or woman, and especially for small things. She started talking about being horny when tipsy, and started asking my opinion on her outfits when going out. Summer was coming, so she bought new swimsuits and dresses, and modelled them for me. I did consider at this point that she might have a small crush on me and tried to shut it down somewhat – I talked more about my ex, about other women I was attracted to, and called Mara “a good friend” whenever I could. Don’t shit where you eat.
It wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done – I was mostly over my ex at this point, but not ready to actually start seeing someone yet, and I’m terrible at casual sex. I want to know the person I’m with. Plus, Mara was definitely easy on the eyes – a bit shorter than me at 1,65m or so, with long, black wavy hair, pretty pale skin and gorgeous brown eyes. I’m a boob man, and she had that in spades – I don’t know her bust size, but they were more than a handful, and she frequently complained about finding bras and dresses being to tight in the chest area. Not gonna lie, I’d always enjoyed watching her run around in a towel or dressed for bed… She reminds me somewhat of [this girl] (https://c.wallhere.com/photos/41/96/Joey_Fisher_dark_hair_women_curvy_tank_top_bent_over_looking_at_viewer_looking_back_at_viewer-1153033.jpg!d), but with curly hair and a bit softer. She loved good food, and wasn’t particularly athletic, but she wasn’t fat – just soft, with handles to hold on to.
An important aspect to this story is that I work from home most of the time – I only have to go into the office once a week, usually Mondays. I’m allowed to be fairly flexible with this as long as I communicate it and get my stuff done. Our other flatmate isn’t home much, so usually Mara has the flat to herself the whole Monday since my trip is around two hours each way. On Sunday, a friend had asked me to help him go get some furniture Monday afternoon, so I decided to move my office day and sent a mail to my boss and work from home.
I stumbled out of bed around 09.00, turned my work PC on and logged in, checked the first wave of emails and then went to the kitchen to make coffee and put some oats in the microwave. Mara usually was in the university at this time, so I didn’t bother calling out. Her door was open, and when going from the kitchen to my room I could see into her room, and see her big dressing mirror that was facing her bed. It was quite the view – she was on her back, headphones on, eyes closed, hair splayed around her head, completely naked. She’d spread her legs, feet planted on the bed and was rubbing herself with her right hand while her left was pinching a nipple. She was exhaling forcefully, not quite moaning yet, and pushing her head back into the pillow rhythmically. Her left hand was now down towards her privates as well, index and middle finger slowly pushing into her opening, coming back out covered in juices, then entering her again. She was rubbing her clit in small, needy circles with her right hand, alternately pinching it, and her whole pelvis was now thrusting against her hand. I wanted to walk away, repeat my getting up with significantly more noise, but I couldn’t. I was sporting a sizeable erection my now, clearly visible through my pajama shorts, and I was rooted to the spot, eyes as big as watermelons, watching her melons jiggle rhythmically with her movements. Now she was moaning, sharp exhalations with each thrust of her fingers, rising in pitch.
Then a loud “PING, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”. My oats were done. It had been four minutes since I walked out of the kitchen. Her eyes opened, slightly confused, while her fingers kept moving. She looked into the mirror, and she saw me, and her eyes became even bigger than mine. “FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE”, as she frantically tried to get under her blanket and I said “sorry, sorry, sorry” and left to go to my room and clear my head, and then to get my coffee once my erection was down. We only briefly talked about it, me apologizing and her saying it’s fine, cleary very embarrassed about the whole thing.
I couldn’t get the image out of my head though – her breasts jiggling, her moans… That night, I masturbated to the view I’d gotten earlier in the morning.
There was definitely some tension between us now. I’d seen her getting herself off, and she probably had seen me being turned on by it. We didn’t act on it, but there was definitely more talk of sex and more touching between us.
Things came to a head around two weeks later, when we had a couple friends over for dinner. In the end, it was us two and a couple, Max and Svenja, and they were getting more and more handsy, until I jokingly told them to get a room. “Oooh, poor you, do you feel lonely?”. Svenja was sitting on Max’ lap at this point, whispered something into his ear, then got up and walked over to Mara and just started kissing her. Max laughed at me while the girls kissed, the tall skinny blonde with my curvy, dark-haired flatmate. Svenja turned to me again, “How about now?”, while Mara looked breathless and confused, but not weirded out or scared, which surprised me a little. She even pulled Svenja down again and into her lap, and aggressively started kissing her. The two of them made out for a bit, then giggled at each other. Svenja got up, took Max’ hand and led him out the door, saying “I think we do need a room now.” I later found out Svenja and Mara had kissed at a party before, but the full-on makeout session had been new.
Mara grinned at me. She was flushed, her hair was a wild mane, and her eyes were slightly glazed from alcohol and excitement. “You liked that?” “I mean, yeah, which man wouldn’t? Two good-looking girls making out…” “You liked that more than what you saw two weeks ago?” I knew that I was standing right on a line I wasn’t supposed to cross, and that I’d have to be very careful not to step over. It was the sane thing to do. I took a large step forward. “Nah, I think seeing you on the bed was something else entirely.” “You like my boobs, don’t you.” She mashed them together through the summer dress she wearing, massaging them, smirking at me. “Wanna see them again?” I could see the line vanish below the horizon now. She had trouble getting the flowery dress past her breasts, so she stood up and pulled it over her head, now only in panties and a simple bra that could barely contain her massive tits. I got up and walked two steps over to her, sat down on her chair and pulled her into my lap. She pushed her boobs into my chest and started kissing me, slowly grinding on me, and my shorts were starting to get tight. My hands were wandering up her bare back till I found the fastener. I was distracted and a bit out of practice, so it took me longer than necessary, but I got there in the end. She shrugged it off and motioned me to take off my own T-Shirt, and now I could see her pair up close and in full glory. I was mezmerized. They’d barely started to sag, and a small part of my conscience said “Yeah, that’s because she’s not even 20, dumbass”. It was muffled by the nipple being pushed into my mouth. I greedily sucked it in and enjoyed the small squeak I got when I bit it lightly. One of her hands was stroking through my hair and not letting me off, while her other hand was running down my back. I was busy sucking and tongueing her left nipple while my right hand was massaging and alternately palming her other nipple. She was grinding hard on me now, and my erection was starting to get uncomfortable. I was saved by the chair audibly cracking – it had evidently not been built with two people vigorously exercising in mind. She jumped off me, left breast covered in spit, right breast visibly red, panting and surprised. We laughed and checked out the chair, it looked fine. The moment was gone, and we looked at each other, both half naked, me with a big tent in my pants. “Look, I don’t want to make things weird between us. I’m not looking for a relationship, and we’re flatmates. This is not a good idea, like at all.” “So let’s not make it a relationship. We just live together and do …extra things when we want. We’re old enough to separate that, right? We’ve been living together for like 8 months, if I wanted you as a boyfriend I’d know that by now.” Then she kissed me again, and walked towards her room.
I knew this was a bad idea, but my dick seemed to develop its own gravity and pulled me forward, after her. I walked into her room, and she was laying on the bed, hair splayed out around her head, feet planted on the bed, two fingers inside her. The only difference was that her eyes were open, and she was grinning at me. I tossed my own shorts and underpants somewhere in the direction of my room and walked towards the bed, then sat down at the edge and watched her fingers move in and out of her slit for a second. I loved the smell of her, a little bit of sweat and the tangy odour of her juices. I put my hand on her hand and started moving her fingers, masturbating her with herself. My other hand was running up her legs, scratching her a little with my nails, leaving faint red trails on her white skin. I started pinching her a little, moving my second hand closer to her sanctuary, ever more sensitive. I pulled her hand out and led it up to her mouth, and she sucked off her own juices. I wasn’t done – I pushed her fingers in and out of her pretty mouth, and soon she got into a rhythm. Her other hand was slowly jerking me off with the same rhythm, and I rewarded her by starting my other hand on her breasts again. I was using a bit more force now – Squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She moaned into her fingers and retaliated by forcefully squeezing my prick whenever I pinched her nipple. I moved up on the bed till I was level with her head, then moved her hand out of her mouth and back down to her clit and fed her my dick. She gently sucked on it while rubbing her clit, and I was happy to just kneel there and enjoy the view of this gorgeous girl having her lips around my cock while getting herself off. I was in love with her tits, jiggling in a circular motion together with her hand, nipples ready to cut through steel. The angle looked a bit uncomfortable for her, so I pulled out of her mouth with a plop and straddled her, so that we were now in a reverse 69. She went to town again and sucked me in greedily, and I lowered my own mouth and started tickling her a bit with my mustache, just lightly rubbing it over her folds. I could feel the vibrations of her laughing on my dick, can recommend. Then I went to work. I started tongueing her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster, drawing every letter in the alphabet and then greek. Mara was honestly not that great at blowjobs – it was noticeable that she was somewhat inexperienced, and she was also getting distracted, and it wasn’t doing much for me sadly. I pulled out of her mouth again and decided to just focus on her, so I got into a more convenient position. She was already panting and playing with her nipples, so I continued where I left off and sucked on her clit, while putting two fingers in her. At first, I just left them in, slowly hooking and unhooking them in her, but she really got going once I started actually fucking her with my fingers. I was barely able to fit a third in and was now pushing in and out of her at a steady pace, and her moans kept rising in pitch. “Please, please, pleaseeee”, her hips bucking against me, and I could barely hold her down with my other hand, “Harder, please, harder, harderrr”, and I obliged her, pistoning in and out until I could barely feel my hand anymore and I thought her clit would pop out of her pelvis at any moment. Her screams became wordless, and I was never happier that our third flatmate was gone for the summer. She bucked once more and pushed my had and hand away and her juices were cream on my hand and her sheets.
I was kneeling at the edge of the bed, my face and beard covered in her juices. She was a mess, bonelessly panting. She looked at me, then at my cock. “Condom?” I did, in fact, not have a condom. I’d borrowed my last three to Max earlier tonight, because at that point his chances of being laid had been significantly higher than mine. “No, I gave them to Max”. we stared at each other awkwardly, me hoping she’d say something like “doesn’t matter” or “I’m on the pill”. She did not. “Lay down.” I did. She started blowing me again, and it was much better now that she wasn’t as distracted by my ministrations. Then she did something which I probably wouldn’t have asked for on a first date, and grabbed a bottle of lotion from her night stand and started oiling up my cock with it. I thought I was in for a handjob, but she pushed me further up and lowered her massive tits down on my prick. I was now resting between her globes, and she started moving them up and down my shaft. “You like that?” I could only nod and groan. I decided to make things a bit more interesting and grabbed onto her breasts and mashed them together, so that they were now smothering my dick even tighter. It was an amazing feeling – warm and slippery, massaging her boobs at the same time, and it allowed me to set the rhythm. She squirted more lotion on me and I started thrusting back, basically fucking her breasts now while I kept them steady with my hands. She looked amused at how much I was liking this, and honestly, getting to actually fuck her tits was probably hotter to me than actually fucking her. We got into a good rhythm, and I felt that I wasn’t gonna last much longer. I told her that I was gonna come, and she just looked at me and kept going. I erupted onto her breasts and my belly and flopped back, spent. She lay down next to me, and I idly started stroking her breasts, spreading the mix of cum and lotion. We cleaned up and went to bed.
The next morning, we talked about it. We both don’t want a relationship, this is just fun, it’s not gonna get awkward. I bought condoms. We were flatmates with benefits, and of course it did get awkward. She caught feelings, and I couldn’t handle it, because while I liked her as a friend and flatmate I couldn’t see myself in a relationship with her. I handled it badly, tried to ignore and downplay it, and just tried to keep going what we had. Didn’t work. In the end, we had a big fight, she confessed her feelings, I told her I didn’t feel the same way. For a while, we basically didn’t talk, and she moved out two months later.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cm14ac/my_flatmate_naked_long