Jason and I continued as if nothing had happened.
On Thursday night, he made a curry that was way too spicy, and I mocked him gently as tears streamed down both our faces. On Friday we played Mario Kart and I tried to distract him by bumping his arm during a turn, but he won anyway. On Saturday, he showed me all his painted miniatures and I conceded that he was, indeed, the bigger geek.
On Sunday I caught up with Liv on the phone but I didn’t tell her any of what had been going on; it felt too fragile and special, like I might ruin it if I acknowledged it, even to myself. I almost let a comment slip when she was teasing me about being lonely, asking if the roommate had at least come with a view, but I swallowed it. Not out of guilt, exactly. Just…it didn’t feel like gossip. It felt like a secret, something I didn’t want anyone else’s opinion on. Instead, I told her I’d been keeping busy with work, that Jason was nice and quiet and keeps to himself. Both technically true.
She said that was boring and changed the subject. But later that night, lying in bed, I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound as I fucked myself to memories that now played like a greatest hits montage in my head; Jason’s look of shock when he’d briefly seen my tits; the embarrassment and excitement I felt when I found the porn on his laptop; the feel of his hard cock twitching under my toes; the sluttiness I felt as I spread my legs a little wider; the shame and longing written all over his face when I bent over in front of him in my panties. These experiences were fueling almost all of my masturbation now, and I was cumming harder than I ever had before. It was incredible.
But I wanted more.
“Hey,” he said, standing in the kitchen on Monday morning as I made my lunch. “Could you keep an ear out for the door tomorrow? I’ve got a parcel coming and I’ll be at the office.”
“No way?” I said. “First time in a couple of weeks.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Four hours of meetings that could’ve been emails, just like you. Pray for me. I’ll probably be back around six. Do you want me to pick anything up on the way?”
“I think I’m all good,” I said, turning back to the chopping board, slicing through a green onion and having an idea. “Oh, hey. Let me take care of your lunch tomorrow. My treat.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” he said. “I’ll probably just grab a sandwich or–”
I reached out and touched his arm. “I wasn’t asking.”
He swallowed and nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
I nodded. “I’ll put it in your bag in the morning.”
That evening, I looked through my drawers until I found them. I’d bought them online one night after too many glasses of wine, convinced they’d make me feel powerful and sexy. But every time I’d pulled them from the drawer since, I had hesitated, feeling that they were too obvious, too filthy, too slutty.
But for this, they were perfect.
I tried them on in front of the mirror, standing up on tiptoes, pushing out my ass, preening. In the reflection, glossy black mesh cut into narrow straps that hugged my hips, the center nothing but a teasing triangle of fabric pulled tight against my pussy, the delicate fabric giving way around the edges to bare, swollen skin. At the back, the lace dipped low between my cheeks, so minimal it felt less like panties and more like a little black leash tied to my holes, begging to be pulled on.
Fuck. All this teasing was actually starting to make me think sluttier.
I pressed my hand against the mirror, leaning close, breath misting the glass as my cheeks burned, the seam creating a gentle but relentless pressure on my clit, the panties moistening already. I pushed my tits together, making them bulge, admiring myself. Knowing that this is what he was thinking about when he stroked his cock at night made me feel electric, and I imagined the look on his face when he unwrapped the little parcel of black fabric I was going to place on top of his lunch bag tomorrow. I wondered if he would know what it was instantly, or whether it would take him a moment to figure it out. I also wondered what he would do with them when he realized…
My knees buckled slightly at the thought, and I ran a tentative finger over the seam of the panties, feeling my softness under my fingertip, unable to restrain myself any longer. My touch was gentle, but I shuddered with pleasure already, weak with the thought of the mess I was about to make of myself.
Keeping the panties on, I lay down on the bed and opened my legs.
It was time to make his lunch…
Oh this is going to be a great surprise for him. He is SO lucky to have Sarah as a roommate.
He'll be embarrassed art first and right at the edge afterwards, I'm sure about it😂
He's a real Lucky having such a caring roommate😈