Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 04

Note: This story takes place a few days after their last encounter. There are a few intimate, private bathroom scenes included in this chapter. If that grosses you, please skip over this story. As always, I welcome your comments and love to hear your thoughts.

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I hadn't seen Ashley in a few days since the camping trip, and it was probably for the best. I was still processing all that happened. My mind was flooded with thoughts of her naked just inches in front of me in the waterfall. How far would things have gone if Mark didn't show up?

Maybe I should be glad he did, or else we both would have regret what might have happened. But that thought quickly disappeared remembering the vivid scenes of Ashley with Mark, and how she ended up sucking and fucking him right there. The jealousy stung almost as much as the confusion of my feelings, which usually turned into anger at Mark. That jerk showered with Shannon, too. The two of them naked and wet, just inches from each other. How could they do that to me? Who showers with another person's girlfriend?

The hypocrisy was overwhelming, and always brought my mind back to the waterfall. God Ashley was sexy. I climbed into bed, knowing sleep was a far ways away when I got this frustrated. I set my laptop next to me, tossed my boxers on the floor, and turned out the lights. This is nothing a little porn couldn't solve.

I quickly scanned my favorite sites and was bombarded with ridiculous nudity, sex and pop-up ads. Girl on girl, anal, blowjobs, MILFs, butts, pussies, huge cocks, boobs and nipples everywhere. It was just too much. I hadn't even clicked on a video link and I had already seen a cock enter every hole possible in the side banners. Normally that didn't bother me...even helped me get in the mood, but tonight it just seemed so over the top it did nothing for me.

I closed my laptop, closed my eyes and let my imagination do what videos couldn't. My hand slid under the covers and teased my growing thickness. I had a few go-to thoughts of old crushes who started to seduce me, but the harder I tried to focus on their faces the more it turned into Ashley. Instantly we were back under the waterfall again. I could almost feel her heat she was so close, even with the cold waterfall all around us.

I imagined the kiss we shared and that got me more turned on than anything. I was already stroking furiously without realizing it. We were kissing and embracing, but I knew it was only my imagination because I couldn't feel her body against mine. I tried to imagine grabbing her round ass and pulling her closer, but it was as if I was fighting reality, as the image seemed to get foggier as I got closer to my orgasm.

"Oh Ashley." I said softly followed be deep breathing and called out again louder this time. "Fuck, Ashley..." It was so out of character for me to do that. Hell I barely even spoke during sex, let alone while flying solo. And yet I heard the words come out of my mouth again. "Ashley."

I was startled as my bedroom door opened and in walked Ashley. I nearly yelled from the shock and quickly rolled onto my side under the covers to try to hide my erection...I did not want to be pitching tent, she'd know I was...oh shit, did she hear me call out her name? Is that why she just walked in without knocking?

"I thought I heard you come in." I said, trying to give a reason for why I might have been calling out her name, alone, in the dark, while I was naked under the sheets and sporting a throbbing hard on. The light outside room crept in and she slowly came into focus.

"Yeah, I just got home. Thought I'd say hi since I haven't seen you since." And she trailed off.

She hadn't seen me since the kiss but neither of us needed to be reminded of that. Ash walked over and sat on the bed next to me. She was probably only a few inches from the tip of my erection under the sheets. Could she tell she was that close?

"So how are you?" I asked trying to remain calm even though my heart was beating and my cock was still rock hard.

"I'm great! It all happened so fast, it was amazing. I couldn't believe it." She had a giggly smile she couldn't hold back.

At first I was flattered, thinking she was talking about our kiss. But I soon realized she was talking about Mark proposing. Of course she was. How self-centered was I?

"Yeah, that's amazing. You'll have to tell me all about it." I pretended I was interested.

"Of course!" She leaned over and kissed my forehead. "But I'll leave you to, uh, get some sleep for now." She had a small grin she was trying to hide.

Was she implying something? Did she know I was stroking myself? The thought slightly embarrassed me, but more so turned me on if it meant she was imagining my hand gripping my cock, which she had seen before and should have no problem conjuring up the image.

"We'll talk more tomorrow." She said as she got up and left the room.

She failed to close my door on the way out. Was that on purpose? Did she want me to continue what I was doing with the door open? And a more annoying thought popped into my head; why do I always imagine she has some sexual motive behind innocent actions? Why do I torture myself overanalyzing every single little thing that happens?

But my questions did not stop there as she left the room and entered hers. She also failed to close her door and I watched her walk back and forth as she got ready for bed. With her back facing me she took off her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and tossed that as well. Her bare upper torso was completely exposed. I couldn't help but think it was all just to tease me.

She stepped to the side, slightly turning in the process. A small portion of her side breast came into view before she was no longer visible in the doorway. When she came back into view she was only wearing a T-shirt that barely went past her butt. I couldn't tell if she had on panties or not, but my brain assumed she didn't.

My erection grew stronger from watching this relatively tame but sexy and teasing show. I didn't want to reach down to play with my length with the door open. And I didn't dare get up to close it considering I was completely naked.

Ashley then walked into the bathroom without shutting the door. I couldn't see anything but I heard the pipes; she's brushing her teeth. Then the soft sound of her peeing echoed in the air. It was so tempting to get up just to wash my hands or some silly excuse to join her. But I figured since she was now engaged those days were really over.

The bathroom light turned off and I saw her shadowy figure walk into her room and get under the covers. She didn't close her door either. I was stuck. This was either for some exhibitionist reason or she just didn't even realize she left the doors open. I probably would never know.

When I awoke the next morning, both doors were still open. I quickly slipped on my boxers that were left on the floor and walked into the bathroom. I didn't see her in her room, so I didn't bother to close the door as I stood over the toilet finding relief. The stream was loud and just wouldn't end.

"What are you a camel?" Ashley startled me.

"Jeez!" I said as I jumped and tried to control my aim as I still was going strong.

"Sorry, just thought it was funny...like you drank all night expecting to go without water for a week. You know...like a camel? And now you really had to pee...get it?" She was trying to make light of the awkward situation, but I wouldn't give.

"Yeah, yeah...I got it." I said, keeping my back to her as my stream only seemed to grow louder and stronger.

"Okay, I was only kidding." She said with a hint of frustration in her voice. "But seriously though, are you just pouring out a gallon of water at this point or are you really peeing this much?" She said as she walked up behind me and peeked around the side for a view.

I saw her smile as she observed me holding my penis as we were both wondering when I'd be done.

"Clearly I'm really going." I said now that she was not hiding the fact she was watching.

She put her hand on my back and rubbed gently. "Are you okay? You seem a little stressed."

Right on cue this sent a little more blood to my penis, and I could feel it begin to thicken in my hands. The fact I did not to get finish masturbating the previous night was not helping. After what seemed like an eternity, my stream finally subsided. I shook off the last few drops of urine and tucked my penis back into my boxers.

"I'm fine." I said a little irritated and more confused. "Well..." I began, wondering how I was going to phrase it. "What are we doing? What is allowed? I thought we weren't going to, uh, share our bathroom time anymore."

She nodded and had a sideways smirk. "I know what you mean. It feels like we've been in this spot before." She said as she dropped her cotton shorts to her knees giving me a split second view of her slit before she sat down on the toilet, now only revealing the top of her landing strip that disappeared into her closed legs.

"We don't have to overthink this." She continued. "We can still...go in front of each other. But let's just, I don't know, not stare at each other when we do." She kind of giggled as her soft stream started to hit the water.

"You mean like you just stared at me a second ago?" I said amused.

"I was genuinely concerned for your health!" She tried to say with a serious face but laughed anyway. "As long as we don't make a big deal about any of it, I think we'll be fine." A sly grin crept up her face, "besides I'm engaged now, not blind. Or however that saying goes."

"I don't think that saying was meant for this situation." We both laughed now. How was it no matter what we talked about we both ended up laughing, I wondered.

"Would you ever tell him?" I asked a little curious.

"Who?"

"Mark...about...this." I gestured back and forth to us.

"Tell Mark that I use the bathroom? Uh, I think he knows. Well I'm sure he tries to believe I don't. I'm a lady after all." She let out a soft fart that echoed in the toilet bowl and we both giggled.

"You know what I mean though, would you ever tell him?" I continued, having no idea why I kept pressing the issue.

"There's nothing to tell." She said now a little irritated like I touched on a nerve. "Jeez, we're just going to the bathroom. It's not like I'm sucking your dick."

My head jerked up at those words. How did she arrive there? Is that something she was thinking about? Did seeing my penis earlier give her that idea? That thought process started to turn me on, and we both got awkwardly silent.

I felt something stir in my boxers, and turned back to the sink to wash my hands and hide my growing erection. This was too much for one morning. "Right, let's just forget about it." I said, not wanting to dwell on her words. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it.

"Before you go," she added, sensing I was getting ready to bolt, "I'm having a little party tonight. Just a few friends, Mark's coming, you can invite Shannon obviously." She said as she was now reaching to wipe herself.

My erection was sticking almost straight out inside my boxers and I leaned forward over the sink trying my best to hide it. Seeing her wipe somehow added to my hardness. "Sounds fun, what's the occasion?"

She stood up giving me another split second view of her slit before covering it with her shorts. "It's my engagement party, silly."

"Right, of course." The sound of those words killed my covered erection almost instantly. "Well I gotta get to work. I'll see you tonight."

I rushed out of there and didn't see her again until that evening. All day long my mind lingered on our discussion. Despite all that happened, she still wanted to share our bathroom time. And perhaps even more importantly she didn't want to tell Mark. The secrecy of it was kind of a turn on. But did that really matter? She was having an engagement party, celebrating the fact she would be with Mark forever. And I was just amused she would pee in front of me.

It was sobering when I looked at it like that. Maybe there really wasn't anything between us. But that kiss...my mind replayed that moment from our camping trip over and over. How could she have kissed me like that if she didn't feel something for me? I tortured myself all day with back and forth thoughts like this until it was nearly time for the party.

When I got home from work the party had already started. There were maybe 15 people I had never met before mingling in our living room, drinking wine and nibbling on some cheese.

Ashley was almost always engaged in a deep conversation, so I made the best of it and slowly introduced myself to the other guests. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine, and bumped into a woman in the hall on my way back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." I said as I looked at the woman. She was breathtaking. Brown hair, blue eyes, probably in her 40s, and wearing a nice black dress that I couldn't help but notice covered a nearly perfect and proportionate body underneath.

"Isn't she beautiful?" The woman asked unaware I bumped into her. Her focus was on the artwork hanging on the wall.

"I'm sorry, what?" I wasn't sure how to respond.

"This drawing. The model. Everything." She replied. "Isn't it beautiful?"

I looked up to find that she was staring at a nude figure drawing. The girl was facing sideways with her arms crossed, looking down and most of her butt was visible to us.

"Look at her pose." The woman continued without waiting for my response. "Her delicate arms crossing her heart, she's trying to hide her emotions to protect herself. The way she's looking down and somewhat sad, she clearly feels vulnerable. You can tell by how her neckline is open here."

"Uh, yeah." I said softly.

"She's bearing her soul, completely exposed yet barely revealing anything. Look at the way the shadows both hide and accentuate her features." The woman's hand traced the curve of her butt without touching it.

"And here, look at the artist's use of blended edges. This breast furthest from us seems to disappear into the background and yet the breast closet to us, clearly she tried to cover it up with her arm, but you can still see the nipple. Is she really trying to hide, or is she being coy and pulling you in wanting to see more?"

My jaw practically dropped. "I never really thought about it, but you're right. There's a lot more going on here than I realized." I replied.

"There usually is." The woman said softly as she finally turned toward me and extended her hand. "I'm Melanie, Ashley's mom."

"Oh of course, I'm Jason, her roommate." I shook her hand. It was soft and she stared me right in the eyes.

"I've heard a lot about you." She replied plainly.

What has she heard, my mind wondered. I was still stunned I was listening to her mom talk about such a sensual topic.

"Well now I see where Ashley gets her good looks from." I said, not at all sure why that popped out of my mouth.

"That's sweet of you to say." She said without a smile. Her gaze grew more focused on me as if sizing me up. She leaned in closer and said softly, "Don't screw this up for her."

"Don't do what now?" I was not expecting that.

"You think I don't see what's going on? I'm not sure how Mark has been so cool about this arrangement anyway."

"Wait, what? I'm confused. What has she told you?" I pretended to be clueless, but realized maybe the answer to that question would clear some things up for me.

"She didn't have to tell me anything. I can see it the same way I can read the story in this figure drawing. Don't you dare mess this up. They are good together. He's kind, caring and successful. She could do a lot worse."

He also neglects her emotionally, not to mention sexually, won't let her be herself and she's afraid to go to the bathroom around him. "He's great." I said with my best, forced grin.

"My daughter deserves to be happy. She deserves the best."

"No argument here."

She smirked. "Look," she said in a soft tone, "whatever you two are doing or have going on, just make sure it's over. They're getting married in a couple months, and they don't need any extra stress or drama in their lives."

"A few months? That's so soon." That was all I could focus on despite the fact she accused us of having an affair.

Ashley walked over and we quickly turned our attention to her.

"You never told me you had such a perceptive mom." I said still keeping eye contact with Melanie.

"Oh?" Ashley said a little confused.

"She pointed things out to me about this drawing that I didn't know we're obvious to others."

"And you never told me your roommate was so charming." She said without a smile as she sipped her wine.

"Well I'll let you too chat. It was a pleasure meeting you, Melanie." I ducked out of there now finally able to take a deep breath. She was so intense.

I saw Shannon and Mark chatting with each other in the corner. How long have they been here? I walked over and kissed Shannon on the cheek and shook Mark's hand. It was awkwardly silent.

"How long have you guys been here?" I asked.

"Not long." They looked at each other and Shannon said, "We actually just got here a few minutes ago."

We? Did they arrive together? This was weird and getting weirder. The tension didn't last too long when Ashley finally came over and hugged Shannon and kissed Mark. I wondered if Ashley had any weird feelings toward Shannon after she and Mark showered together at the campsite. If she did, she was good at hiding it.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. The party died down, and slowly the guests trickled out. Ashley's mom came over to hug me goodbye before leaving. She said softly "Remember what I said."

"About whether she was really trying to hide her nipple, or pulling us in to see more?" I said jokingly aloof.

Melanie rolled her eyes and couldn't help but laugh as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Be good, Jason." She left without turning around after that.

It was now just the four of us, with Mark and Shannon there. This would be the first time we all spent the night together in the apartment. We were much too tired to stay up and chat, and all turned in around the same time.

Shannon and I retreated into my room and cuddled up in bed. Shannon was awkwardly quiet, even for her. This usually meant she had something on her mind. I was too tired to get into any kind of deep conversation, so I just spooned her and we both soon fell asleep.

I woke up often, tossed and turned, and my mind replayed the evening several times. What did Ashley's mom really know? Why did Shannon and Mark arrive at the same time? I thought about how Ashley was in my room just the other day as I trying to get off. That thought got me a little turned on, which made it nearly impossible to relax. I slid my hand in my flannel pajama pants to lightly tease my length. It had been two full days since my last orgasm. That felt like an eternity the way my shaft pulsed and responded to my touch.

Should I continue with Shannon right here? We had never really talked about our masturbation habits before. I wasn't even sure if she did masturbate. I'm sure she did, but much like her bathroom moments she probably pretended she didn't. She was far too ladylike to do such an act.

I stroked a little faster now teasing my head. Shannon rolled over toward me and I froze. She was still asleep but that didn't keep my heart from beating faster. Would she care if she caught me? I didn't really want to find out so I gave up. After about five painful minutes, my erection finally subsided. I threw on a T-shirt and got up to use the bathroom. I felt a strange cold breeze through the apartment when I left the room.