Exhibitionist Roommate Pt. 01

After 2 weeks, Ken was finally starting to adjust to having a roommate. He had been living alone for over a year when he got the text from Rachel asking if he had an extra room. They had been friends in college, hanging out with the same group most weekends, but had lost touch after graduation when she took an internship across the country. When a promotion moved her back to New York on short notice, she needed a place to crash until she found her own apartment. Ken was happy to help. Even though his apartment was small and he enjoyed having it to himself, he missed having friends outside of work and knew that Rachel had always been very easy going. It also didn't hurt that he had had a bit of a crush on her. She was fun and friendly, and she had this way of biting her bottom lip when she got excited about things that was inexplicably sensual. Her small, perky breasts looked nice on her petite frame, and Ken always enjoyed the amount of cleavage she liked to show. She had dirty blonde hair that usually came down just past her tan collar bones, and her ass was firm and stuck out nicely behind her - especially in the heels that she often wore.

Ken wasn't bad looking himself. At 5'10, with classic features and a muscular build, the main thing that kept him from hooking up every weekend in college was his lack of confidence. He had mostly conquered this by now, but was still a bit awkward around attractive girls. Now, he was struggling to play it cool with a pretty girl for a roommate. Most of the time he succeeded, but the combination of the small apartment and the fact that Rachel didn't have a shy bone in her body had made for a couple of interesting encounters.

The first of these happened on her third night there. Ken awoke in the middle of the night in desperate need of some water. The landlord had cranked up the heat as they always do in the winter, but had failed to adjust it after an unseasonably warm day, leading to Ken's apartment being approximately 3,000 degrees. A steady rain overnight had forced him to close the windows, taking away the only source of cool air, leaving his one small fan to circulate warm air around. As he stumbled through his small living room to the kitchen, he walked right into the corner of the pulled-out futon that Rachel was sleeping on.

"Shit, sorry. Forgot you were here. Just getting some water." Ken mumbled without really opening his eyes.

Rachel stirred and groaned a response that didn't consist of any real words. In the kitchen Ken turned on the light, filled a class with cold water and gulped half of it down before refilling it and starting back to his room. Suddenly he froze, one hand on the lightswitch. The light coming from the kitchen fell on a pair of bare legs, glistening with sweat. Rachel had slid her pajama pants down, and was now pulling the bunched flannel fabric over her bare feet and tossing them on the ground.

"Why the fuck is it so hot?" Rachel asked, eyes closed, sweat soaked hair matted to her neck.

Ken didn't answer. He knew he should turn off the light and go to bed, but couldn't seem to make his hand move the switch. Instead, he watched as Rachel peeled off her T-shirt and let it fall to the floor next to her pants. She was facing away from him, but the view of her bare back and the edge of her breast was more than enough to turn Ken on. As Rachel he sprawled out face down, one leg straight, the other curled in front of her, he could see the curve of her ass perfectly accented by the black fabric of her panties that clung to her skin.

After a few seconds, Ken snapped out of his trance. He switched the light off, weakly said "Goodnight" and rushed to his room. It was less than 2 minutes before he was mid-orgasm, the image of Rachel fresh in his mind.

A week later, Ken was up early, getting ready for a big day at work. He had to give a presentation to the head of his department outlining his marketing strategy for the next fiscal year. He was standing shirtless in front of the mirror, running through it in his head while he shaved when he heard Rachel come into the bathroom.

"Morning buddy, you're up early! You're usually asleep when I leave for work." she said cheerfully. "Ooh, somebody's been working out!" she added, squeezing his arm.

Ken flashed a smile and laughed nervously. "Hey Rach. Yeah, big day at work today. I'll be heading out in about 5, so I'll be out of your way."

"Don't worry about it, I was just going to hop in the shower. Running a little late. That ok?"

"Yeah sure! Just let me..." Ken trailed off. As he went to clean up his stuff and step out of the room, he heard her towel drop to the floor. He looked in the mirror to see Rachel's leg disappear behind the translucent shower curtain. Trying not to be flustered, he finished shaving, splashed water on his face, and took a little longer than usual brushing his teeth, watching the silhouette move behind the curtain. He watched her curves as she washed her hair and ran her hands slowly over her body. Finally, Ken broke out of his trance, finished getting into his suit, and left for work.

After a quick ride on the subway, Ken walked into his office, put his bag down, and grabbed his materials for the meeting. As he set up in the conference room and people began to trickle in, his phone buzzed in his pocket. When he opened the text from Rachel, his jaw nearly hit the floor. On his phone was a picture that Rachel took of herself. She was making a silly face with her tongue sticking out, and wearing one of her usual button down shirts that she always wore to work, which showed a decent amount of cleavage while still looking professional. But over her shoulder was the clear focus of the picture. Rachel's firm, round ass was clearly visible in the mirror, with faint tan lines angling over each cheek and a small triangle of red lace just below the two small dimples of her lower back. The caption read "Kick some ASS at your presentation today buddy ;)"

Ken was shocked. Though Rachel was never one to be very conservative, in the past week he had seen more of her amazing body than he had ever thought he would be lucky enough to get a glimpse of. And now she had intentionally sent him this picture. After seeing her shower this morning, and now having her ass on his phone, his libido fueled his confidence enough that he decided to test the limits a bit.

"Well thanks! What will I get if I do?" he texted back.

"Hmm.. get a promotion and we'll talk mister" she replied quickly.

Ken smiled, glad that he hadn't pissed her off. He knew that she probably wasn't serious, but. His grin vanished however, as he heard his boss clear his throat. While he was focused on his phone, the conference room had filled up, and he was standing there in front of his boss and coworkers with a stupid look on his face and a growing erection in his pants. There was no hiding it - the outline of his 7 inch cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric He apologized repeatedly, moved swiftly behind the podium, and jumped into the presentation. He was incredibly embarrassed, but for some strange reason that seemed to turn him on even more, and he stayed hard throughout the presentation. He completed the pitch as quickly as he could, and rushed to the restroom for some privacy as soon as he was finished.

When Ken arrived home he was a bit annoyed with Rachel, though having that picture of her to look out throughout the day did make him feel a bit better. He didn't know what to think of his encounters with his friend over the past few days. Though they had always had a good friendship, he had never thought she wanted anything more from him, and still didn't, really. Regardless of why it had been happening, he definitely loved seeing more of her tight little body, and was only slightly upset about the picture because it had caused such an embarrassing situation for him.

Ken grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked to the couch where Rachel was curled up with a book. She had gotten home a while before Ken, and was relaxing in sweatpants and a tank top. She looked up as he walked over, and as he looked back at her, Ken flashed back to her peeling off those sweatpants in the middle of the night as he watched from the kitchen, to her stepping into the hot shower while he shaved, and the picture that she had sent him this morning. His voice caught in his throat as he attempted to greet her, and instead he just sat down on the far end of the couch before she could see his swiftly growing erection.

"Hey there champ," Rachel said as she closer her book and sat up. Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail that allowed a perfect view of her neck and shoulders. She put her book down, crossed her legs, and turned to face him with a smile. "How was the big presentation?"

"Fine." Ken replied, turning on the TV.

"Just fine? What happened?" Rachel asked with genuine concern on her face.

"Oh don't act like you don't know," he said playfully "you know what happened - and you're sitting on it."

"What? I was just being a supportive friend!" she said with a mock indignation. Then she smiled, like a schoolgirl hearing some juicy gossip. "Did someone see it? Did you get in trouble?"

"No. Nobody else saw your picture. Just my reaction to it..."

"You mean...you mean you got hard and someone saw?" Rachel asked, sitting up and giving him her complete attention.

"Everyone! Including my boss. I was about to give my presentation and everyone was staring at me. It was so embarrassing." Ken said, hiding his face in his hands.

"Wow." Rachel said after a few seconds of silence. "That sounds so...so.. Hot!"

Ken picked his head up and looked at her. "Are you kidding? Didn't you hear what I said? Everyone saw me get an erection!"

Rachel bit her lip like she always does when she gets excited. "Ok look. I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told anyone. It might make up for the awkward situation I put you in today."

"Ok, fine." Ken tried to appear like he was still upset with her, but he was definitely intrigued by the idea of learning something about Rachel that nobody else knew.

"Ok. So, last summer, I was living in Long Beach, right? My apartment was only a couple blocks from the ocean, so I went down there almost every afternoon after I was done with my internship. It was always too crowded to find a place to lay a towel on the beach, so I would usually just run home, change into my bikini, and head down there to cool off in the water for a bit. Then I would walk back and lay out on my balcony to dry off and get some sun."

"Well, one day the waves were bigger than usual because a storm was coming in. I was hesitant to go in, but there was a group of people in the water having a blast, body surfing and tossing each other into the waves. They saw me standing there at the edge of the water, and kept yelling at me for come in. I finally gave in and fought my way out through the waves. We had a great time, and kept messing around as the waves got bigger. Then, one of the guys tossed me into the biggest wave yet, and as I came back up from being tossed around underwater, I could feel all the eyes on me. The guys just stared, but one of the girls stepped to me and pointed down. My top was completely gone, and my boobs were out for everyone to see. I immediately dropped back down into the water and began feeling around for it, but even when everyone else helped, there was no luck. It was gone."

"One of the guys offered to run down to the next beach where their things were to grab me a towel, but that would have taken at least 10 minutes, and I didn't want to be standing there topless, waiting. And if I'm being totally honest, it was a bit of a rush when all the guys were staring at me, which may have clouded my judgment a bit. Whatever the reason, next thing I knew I was walking up the beach through a crowd of people completely topless, hands at my sides. I figured trying to cover myself with my hands would only attract more attention, so I walked as confidently as I could all the way back to my apartment wearing only my tiny bikini bottoms. I could feel eyes on me the whole way, staring at my almost naked body. Many didn't notice, because there were lots of girls in small bikinis all the time near the beach, but those who did weren't shy about getting an eye full."

"Oh god that's awful! You must have been so embarrassed." Ken said as sympathetically as he could while trying his hardest to picture the scene in his mind.

"I was, at first." Rachel answered, biting her lip again. "But by the time I got back to my apartment..." she trailed off.

"What? Don't get shy now. You can tell me" Ken said, giving her a little push on her shoulder.

Rachel got a look in her eye as if she saw this as a challenge to see what he could handle. "By the time I got back to my apartment, my pussy was so wet that my bikini bottoms made a puddle where I tossed them on the floor. I spent the rest of that day and well into the night making myself cum over and over."

Ken stared in shock. He had never heard Rachel talk like that before, and never expected that he would. He thought it was incredibly hot, and from what he could see of Rachel's nipples poking through her tank top, she was loving reliving the memory as well.

"So, that's when I discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I never got up the courage to do something that crazy again, but I would often go topless when I laid out on my deck, and sometimes even go fully naked. I don't know whether or not anyone could see me, but the thought that they might was enough for me."

As she finished her story, Rachel fidgeted on the couch. She was breathing heavily and kept adjusting how she was sitting, and Ken could tell that she was aroused. A few weeks ago he never would have imagined being in this situation or doing what he was about to do, but the recent events and her explicit story emboldened him.

"So, what you're saying is that showing off that tight little body to strangers of yours turns you on?" Ken asked with a smirk.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't judge me!" Rachel replied, suddenly embarrassed. Then, more quietly "and not just strangers."

"I mean, that's a pretty great story, I'm just not sure I believe you. Without proof, that is..." Ken didn't care that he was being painfully obvious. He knew that all she needed was a little nudge...

"Proof huh?" Rachel asked with a spark in her eye. "What exactly does that mean?"

"Well, you're telling me you like to show off. So, go ahead. Show off." He leaned back on the couch, and put his hands behind his head, indicating he was ready for a show.

"You think I won't?" She said defiantly.

"I think you won't."

Without another word Rachel stood up and faced him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as her fingers played with the bottom edge of her tank top. Ken was just about to call the whole thing off and say it was just a joke when she opened her eyes, looked right at ken, and peeled the white fabric up and over her head before dropping it on the floor next to her. Ken's eyes moved slowly, starting with the hint of hip bones peeking above her waistband, moving up over her smooth stomach to her lacy black bralette. The thin fabric allowed her hard nipples to poke through, creating two small bumps that seemed to grow even more prominent as Ken stared at them.

They both paused for a minute, looking at each other. Neither was sure what to do, but Ken wasn't going to waste this opportunity to take in all he could of her body, and Rachel stared intently at him, eager to see his reaction. When his eyes finally met hers, he smiled nervously. In response, Rachel bit her lip and reached up to her chest to unclasp her bra. She let the two sides fall away, and then slipped each strap off of her shoulders before moving her arms back to let it fall to the floor. Each heavy breath she took raised her firm breasts slightly, and her small, dark nipples pointed directly at Ken, achingly hard. They hung beautifully below her as she bent at the waist to slide her sweatpants down to the floor. She ran her hands back up her smooth legs as she stood up again, and adjusted the waistband of her matching black thong, teasing Ken by pulling them down a bit before straightening them and leaving them in place. She adored having his full attention on her almost naked body, and couldn't help but slowly run her hands over chest, stomach and legs.

"Wow..." he breathed. He recognized what an amazing position he was in, but couldn't help but try to push it even further. "I mean, this totally proves that you'll do it. But how am I supposed to know if you really enjoy it or not?"

With a devilish smile, Rachel took a step closer to Ken, so that she was barely a foot in front of him. Without a word, she turned around, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slowly bent at the waist, pulling them down. They stretched over her round ass, and as they began to peel away from her crotch, Ken could see that she was completely soaked. As she bent to the floor, her bare, glistening lips parted to reveal her perfect, tight pussy dripping with desire. She stood back up just as slowly, and began to explore her slit with one finger.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked, half moaning.

"Jesus, yes. You're so wet..."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, I fucking love it.." Ken had begun to massage his hard shaft through his pants.

Rachel turned to face him, still with her hand between her legs. "Well, are you going to join me?"

"Join you?"

"Mhmm. It seems like you like what you see. Why don't you do something about it?"

Ken finally tore his eyes away from the delicate fingers dancing between her legs and looked up at her smiling face.

"Yeah, I don't know. I don't think I could do that..." Ken shifted in his seat, trying to hide the tent in his pants made by his fully erect shaft.

"Well I didn't think so either, but I fucking love it now. But I guess if you're not enjoying this, I can get dressed again..." She brought her hand up to her mouth, licked her fingers clean, and bent down to begin gathering up her clothes.

"No no no!" Ken sat straight up and grabbed her arm. "I am very much enjoying this."

"Well then, why don't you prove it?" She challenged. She had turned the tables on him, and wasn't going to let him off easily.

Ken knew this, and realized that, while he might be a bit embarrassed, there were worse things than being challenged to masturbate with his incredibly sexy friend. He took a deep breath, undid his pants, and with a bit of maneuvering, released his hard cock.

"Oh fuck." Rachel said, louder than she meant to, and her hand shot up to her mouth.

Ken blushed even more than he already was and pulled a pillow over his lap. "OK, I knew that was a mistake. Sorry, I'll go..."

"Oh no! No, please don't. I'm so sorry, I just didn't expect you to be so...so thick.." Rachel trailed off as she pulled the pillow slowly from his lap and regained her view of him.

"Really? I mean I've never gotten any complaints, but I assumed I'm average."

Rachel sat on the coffee table, eyes fixed on the cock in front of her. With her legs spread slightly, her fingers found their way back to her swollen clit. "Look, if I'm being honest, I've had cocks about that long before, but never that thick. And we both know I wasn't exactly a nun in college." She looked him in the eye. "Please. Would you... stroke it for me?"

The embarrassment and vulnerability he was feeling from this strange situation had been nearly vanquished by her compliment and subsequent request. Ken did what came naturally with such an incredible sight before him, and wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft. He slid it up and over his swollen head, before moving it back down, slightly faster. As he fell into a rhythm, he watched Rachel's fingers go from rubbing circles around her clit to pushing into her tight hole. She moaned as they pushed their way inside of her, and Ken had to stop himself from cumming right then and there.