Shared Bathroom Adventures Ch. 03

Author's note: this story brings back a couple familiar characters many of you have been wondering about, and overall might seem closer to the style of the original Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate series. Thank you all for your encouragement, comments and emails. I love hearing from you and truly appreciate the time you take to share your thoughts and reactions to my intimate tale. I hope you enjoy.

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The new position at work was a mixed blessing. Overtime every night. Insane deadlines. Countless fires to put out. It felt good to handle a little more responsibility, but it certainly came at a price. I was mentally checked out for the night and I was glad to finally shut my off brain.

I entered my apartment expecting to see Ashley. "Hey babe." I called out as I set down my work bag and made my way to the kitchen. "You here? Hello?"

No response. I paid it little mind and poured myself a glass of scotch. The first sip seemed to take hours of stress away. I unbuttoned my white collared shirt, undid my belt buckle and pants button and casually unzipped the fly of my dress pants before plopping down onto the couch. I could feel myself sinking into the cushions and had no intention of moving in the near future.

My phone buzzed with a text from Ashley.

"Working late. Not sure when I'll be home."

That settled it; TV, scotch and a slow night of jerking off was the official plan for the evening. Ashley and I had spent nearly every waking moment together for the last few months. Up until recently when I was promoted. This past week I barely saw Ashley at all.

I'd get home and she'd either be in bed or I'd be far too tired to hang out and I'd go to bed. It's been the longest we've gone without having sex since we became an official couple a few months ago. But worse than that, I've been too busy and tired to even take care of my own needs.

Don't get me wrong. I would have preferred to unleash this built up energy with Ashley, but I was very much looking forward to doing it myself tonight.

I grabbed the remote and found something on HBO that was a good mix of interesting drama and a fair amount of nudity. Perfect.

I had my glass of scotch in one hand, and slid my other hand into my pants and lightly played with my soft penis through my boxers. Slowly I rubbed it against the side of my leg and felt it grow in length down my thigh.

This is just what I need, I thought to myself when I heard a knock on the door. "Damn it." I muttered and debated whether or not I should even answer it.

Whoever it was knocked again. I set my drink down, zipped up my pants but still left my belt unbuckled and made my way over to the door and opened it.

"Emily?" I said in surprise. I hadn't seen her since Ashley's crazy wedding where she left her husband to be for me. I was amazed to see how different Emily looked now that she was further along in her pregnancy. "Wow, you look so, you're so...you look amazing!" I gave her a hug, careful not to press too hard into her.

"Thanks. I didn't expect to see you. Ashley said you'd probably be working all night."

"This was the first night of the week I got out at a reasonable time."

"Yeah, she said you've been working a lot lately. And I hear congratulations are in order. How do you like the new position?" She asked.

"It's certainly different than I expected." I said vaguely.

She nodded. "Where is Ashley anyway?"

"Actually tonight she is working late instead of me for a change." I said.

"Of course she is." Emily said clearly frustrated. "Why would she keep our plans?"

"Everything alright?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes. No. I don't know. Just frustrated I guess." She let out a big sigh and looked like she was about to cry.

"It's okay..." I quickly put my hand on her back delicately and guided her inside the apartment. "Why don't you come in. I can't give you an exact time, she might be here in an hour, or maybe a few." I saw that only made her look more upset. "But you're welcome to hang out with me."

It seemed to be a small consolation by the look on her face, but she came in just the same.

"Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, something non-alcoholic of course." I added.

"I'm fine, thank you. What were you up to before I barged in on you?" She asked.

"Not much. Just relaxing and watching some shows." I said as a loud moaning noise came from the TV. We both turned and saw a voluptuous brunette whose bare breasts were gently being kissed by the male actor.

"Uhhh..." I blushed and quickly fumbled for the remote. The moans only got louder before I could turn it off. "Sorry about that." I said feeling a little embarrassed.

She tried to hide her smile, but still gave me the indication she knew my self-pleasuring plans for the evening.

"I feel like I'm ruining your night. I can go and leave you to your..." she wasn't sure quite how to say it and pointed in the direction of my waist and unbuckled belt.

"Nonsense, you're one of Ashley's closest friends." I said and saw she was unconvinced by my attempt to ask her to stay. "Look, I can jerk off to soft-core porn any night, but I'd rather hang with you." I finally owned up to what was really going on. It was both embarrassing and freeing. Once I admitted it, it was as if it could no longer be made fun of.

"Really?" She asked surprised. "That's kind of sweet. In an odd way." She let out a little laugh.

"Then it's settled." I said with a smile. "I'll be Ashley for the night. We'll do whatever it is you two normally do on your hangouts."

"You sure about that?" She giggled.

"Of course!" I said before realizing what this might entail. "What is it exactly that you two do anyway? Wait...doesn't matter. I'm up for it. Where do we begin?" I said cheerfully.

"Usually with pickles and chips." She said trying to gauge my reaction.

"Sounds delicious. I love pickles. I love chips. Let's do it. I'll get it ready."

She was still giggling.

"What? I don't think it's that odd...cravings or not, I'd eat pickles and chips almost any day." I said.

She blushed, "It's not that. This will sound silly."

"Try me."

"We usually eat them while taking a relaxing bath. It helps with my sore back." She added that last part as if she felt the need to justify it.

"Together?" I asked surprised.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Usually not. She mostly just sits in the room with me while I'm in the tub."

"Oh, uh...I can run you a bath." I said trying to find a way to make that idea work.

"That's sweet of you, but you really don't have to." She said as she slowly adjusted her stance with her hand supporting her lower back and a strain on her face.

"Nonsense. If that's what Ashley does...consider it done." I got up, grabbed some chips and pickles. "Ready?" I asked as I headed into the bathroom and started to fill up the tub.

She walked in cautiously.

"How hot do you like it?" I asked as I tested the temp of the filling tub with my fingers.

"Hot, but not too hot." She smiled.

"Okay, it's just about perfect." Steam slowly rose from the water.

She stood there awkwardly. "Umm."

"Oh, right privacy. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone while you relax."

"Well, that's not really the point of these baths. I like the company...but..."

"I'm not Ashley, so it's weird. I get it." I added. "Would it be more comfortable for you if I hung around outside the door and we still chat?" Even as I said that it didn't sound too helpful.

She paused and said hesitantly, "Maybe you can stay in the room as long as you're not staring at me like a creep." She laughed but I could tell it made her a little nervous.

"Of course. This is your night. Here I'll turn around and you can take your time undress..." I stopped mid-sentence, it just sounded too sexual. "Just let me know when you're in the tub. Sound fair?"

"Sure."

Politely I looked away and heard the sounds of clothes shuffling. I couldn't help but imagine her undressing from the noises in the room. I clearly heard her zipper sliding down and her pants shuffling down her hips. Still looking away, my eyes drifted up and I realized I could see a little of her in the mirror that was right in front of me. Just a hint of her butt as she was stepping into the tub and hot water.

I turned to face her and did my best to politely look up and away, even going so far as to hold up a hand to block my view.

I gently moved my head so I could see her face. She was in the tub, leaning against the back with her arms covering her breasts.

"It's okay." She said. "You can just sit down on the floor and that should give me enough privacy."

I slowly walked over and sat on the floor and leaned against the wall across from her. My head just barely saw over the tall tub and I could only see her face and a little bit of her shoulders.

"Perfect." She said, smiling. "Now where are those pickles and chips?"

"Shoot. Left them on the counter."

"I'll wait." She smiled again and I could see she crossed her arms again to cover her breasts as I quickly sat up, ran out and grabbed the food and returned to my spot across from her on the floor.

I set the bowl of pickles and chips on the side ledge of the tub. She eagerly reached in and grabbed a handful of chips. Crunching on them, she chuckled as a few crumbs fell in the tub. "I never said this was ladylike."

"Ladylike is overrated." I said as I smiled back and took my own handful of chips and crunched away.

"So what do you gals usually chat about?" I said starting to find this pretty amusing.

"Oh you know...the usual." She said vaguely.

"I don't know, but consider me one of the girls tonight. What's on your mind? Maybe I can help. Offer a different perspective on your typical topics." I offered.

She snickered to herself, "Hmmm, what's on my mind?"

"Yeah, go for it." I said encouragingly.

"Alright, you asked for it. I constantly feel like a whale, I feel totally unattractive, my back is always killing me, my breasts are swollen and really hurt." She smiled sarcastically. "Oh and if we're being honest, I'm super gassy too."

"Uhh..." I was shocked and didn't know how to respond.

"Sorry, that was probably too much information. I don't expect you solve all of those things. Just nice to vent, you know?"

"Of course. I didn't mean to sit here with my jaw open like an idiot. Just took me by surprise. All of those things sound completely frustrating and understandably so." I said.

She nodded and had a few more chips.

"If it helps, I think you're beautiful." I said trying to think of anything I could say to help the situation.

"Shut up." She cut me off almost immediately.

"I think you know you're attractive. I wouldn't believe it if you said otherwise. But I get why you feel the way you do." I said which seemed to disarm her.

"I can't even imagine how much your back must hurt. Plus, your breasts..." I said and wondered if I started to go too far.

"What about them?" She said with a curious smile.

"Uhhh..." it seemed like there was no good way to answer this now that I brought it up.

"What about my breasts, Jason?" She said slowly relishing the awkwardness that I stepped into. "I'm all ears..."

"Nothing. Just...that I can imagine they would hurt...considering...how much bigger they've gotten." It was like watching a car slowly crash with no way to avoid it.

Fortunately she just laughed. "They really do hurt. I'm legitimately two cup sizes bigger."

"Yeah I know." I said without thinking.

She rolled her eyes. "How would you know?"

"I noticed them the second you walked in. In a good way. Not in a creepy staring at your tits way. Like I thought they were beautiful." I let out a sigh. "I'll just stop talking now."

Emily laughed. "It's actually nice to hear. My husband doesn't compliment me much these days."

"I'm sure he's thinking it though. How could he not?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Maybe he's just mad he hasn't been able to touch them in quite a while." She smirked.

"Really? Because they hurt?" I asked.

Emily nodded. "Sometimes it's hard to let him when I'm just afraid he'll squeeze them. So I usually stop him before he does anything."

"Ahhh, that sounds frustrating. For both of you."

She grabbed a few more chips and crunched away. "Oh and did I mention I was gassy?" She laughed.

"At least that's one problem that's easy to solve...just go for it." I said nonchalantly.

"What? Yeah right. I'm not going to do that in front of you. That's disgusting." She said making light of the situation.

"Would you do it if it was Ashley in here instead of me?" I asked curiously.

"No. Maybe. I never really thought about it." She said plainly.

"What if it was your husband in here?" I added.

"Good god no!" She said barely believing the question.

"No wonder you're so stressed. Farts are the foundation of a healthy relationship. Keeping that in is like lying to your partner and yourself." I said jokingly but there was some truth to it. "You're free to do as you choose, but don't hold them in and make yourself uncomfortable on my account."

"Yeah, I almost forgot about your strangely intimate relationship when it comes to 'bathroom' stuff." She said with air quotes around bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah." I laughed it off. "Speaking of which, I kinda do have to pee..."

"Oh, uh right. Do you want me to leave?" She asked not sure how to respond.

"No of course not. As long as you don't mind?" I said as I stood up and was careful to look away from the tub.

"It's your bathroom. Who am I to stop you?" She said and added with a chuckle. "Just keep your eyes to yourself...don't be a perve."

"Me?" I said as I walked over to the toilet that was right beside the tub and only a couple feet from her head. "You're the one who's going to have to look away."

I lifted the toilet seat, unzipped my fly and pulled out my penis. I saw her out of the corner of my eye but couldn't make out any details. It was just a mix of nondescript flesh tones.

"I won't look if you won't look. How about that?" She offered.

"Deal." I said and as the word came out of my mouth I couldn't help but I look over, completely breaking our agreement. I quickly took in the sight of her breasts and the dark pink nipples underwater. Fortunately she was looking away and didn't notice.

I focused on the task at hand and finally honored our agreement and looked down at my flaccid penis. The silence made it nearly impossible to go. I felt like an idiot just standing there holding my dick for no apparent reason. Five seconds, ten seconds went by. It felt like an eternity.

The silence was deafening. I was starting to think I'd have to give up and try later. Suddenly I heard a few loud bubbles come from the tub followed by a relaxing sigh from Emily.

"You said I could fart!" She laughed as she broke the silence.

That was enough to help me get started and soon the sound of my stream splashing in the bowl echoed in the room.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Her hand reached for something and I slightly tilted my head to see. The sight confused me and I ended up looking even more.

"You suck on those things?" I asked as I saw her sliding a pickle in her mouth.

She looked over. "So what? I like the taste of it. Not so much the inside texture of it." She smiled as she slid it out of her mouth slowly and down her outstretched tongue. I tried to follow the movement of her eyes to see if she snuck in a peek of me, but couldn't tell for sure.

Awkwardly I shook the last few drops off of my tip and tucked my penis back into my pants.

"Can you believe this is where we first met...?" She said nostalgically. Even without looking at her directly, I could tell she was now looking at me. I couldn't help but wonder if she saw me finish peeing or kept to our agreement until I flushed the toilet.

"I seem to have good luck building relationships in this bathroom. First Ashley, then you." I smiled as I sat back down and resumed my politely blocked view.

"You think we have a good relationship?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah, don't you?" I thought about it more and added, "We're chatting, eating food...and you are taking a bath in front of me...while I peed right next to you. That's not exactly stuff you do with anybody."

"I suppose you're right." She conceded. "Besides you're the only guy who has seen me on the toilet."

I smiled at that thought. It made me feel strangely close to her. "Seems hard to believe your husband never has, but that's your business."

She laughed nervously and quickly changed the subject. "I'm getting pruney. Probably should get out before I shrivel up."

"Good idea." I said as I bit into another chip carelessly.

Her eyebrows raised as she stared at me.

"Oh right. Sorry, I'll give you your privacy. Let me get you a towel." I quickly got up and grabbed a fresh white towel from the linen closet. "I'll leave it here for you." I set it on the counter and started to leave.

"Wait!" She called.

"Yes?" I said keeping my back to her to give her some privacy.

"Can you..." she paused and added nervously, "help me up?"

"You want me to...how should I...?" I wasn't quite sure what to say.

"It's hard to get up in general these days, let alone in a slippery tub. I just need a hand. Better safe than sorry." She said, hating that she needed to ask for help.

"Of course. Where are my manners?" I turned around and did my best to not look down as I walked over to her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see curvy hints of flesh, but no details.

I reached down with my hands to help her up as I looked away. I could hear the water dripping off her as she stood upright only a foot away from me. I felt her weight shift in my hands as she lifted a leg to step out of the tub followed by a loud, high-pitched squeal as she lost her footing and grabbed onto me for dear life as she nearly fell face first into me.

"I got you. It's okay." I said trying to calm her down. She was breathing furiously and had her arms wrapped around me. I could feel my clothes starting to get soaked from her wet skin. "Are you alright?" I asked while maintaining eye contact, careful to not look down.

"I think so." She panted. "But the thought of falling just terrifies me, you know?"

I nodded and let her catch her breath. Her round belly was pressing firmly into me, keeping her head further away than it would be in a normal hug. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

For that split second her eyes were closed I glanced down to sneak a peek at her large breasts. Dark pink, erect nipples were just inches from me. I couldn't help but find it amusing how her belly was in full contact with my body and that prevented her breasts from getting too close to me in the process. I don't think I ever hugged a naked girl without her breasts touching me at the same time.

When I saw her eyes begin to open, I exaggerated my glance upward to show I wasn't looking at her exposed chest. "You need a towel." I turned and grabbed one off the rack and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She said and I felt her fingers lightly touch mine as she took the towel. I turned around trying to be a gentleman. The sounds of her drying herself were surprisingly loud. I glanced up in the mirror and sneaking glimpses as she finished.

I finally turned back around and noticed the towel barely fit around her midsection as she wrapped herself up. Her cleavage was spilling out, the side of her upper thigh was exposed from the girth of her belly using up most of the towel.

"I remember when I could nearly wrap a towel around me twice." She tried to make light of it, but it was clear she insecure about her fuller shape.