The next day, he came into the kitchen while I was bent over, plugging in my phone charger on the wall socket behind the bookcase, my legs spread a little and my leggings tight on my ass. My heart raced as I felt him pause behind me, just for a second, and then sit down in his usual spot.
“Oh hey,” I ventured, standing up, my voice a little wavy. “Morning. You sleep okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, picking something off the table and refusing to make eye contact. “What are you having for breakfast?”
“Granola bar,” I said, holding it up. He didn’t look. “You?”
“Not sure yet,” he said. “Might fry something fatty and delicious.”
“Jealous,” I smiled. “Anything fun on the work agenda today?”
We continued making small talk, but I struggled to picture anything other than the moment I had presented him with my huge naked tits the night before. There was something about his face in that moment; the vulnerability, the embarrassment. Looking back on it now, did I also sense an excitement in his eyes? A desire? Hunger?
“...and then they basically just add a load of fancy graphics at the end and make it look pretty.”
I nodded. “Brutal. Sounds like you don’t get any credit.”
He shrugged. “I can handle it.”
I let my gaze linger on him for a moment. “I bet you can.”
His ears went red. “Hey, look. I’m really sorry about last night, I–”
“Hey, don’t be silly. Who am I to tell someone they can’t sneak around their own apartment with a sandwich in the dark like a creep.”
He opened his mouth.
“I’m teasing!” I said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s one hundred percent my fault.”
Jason rubbed the back of his neck, smiling despite himself. “I promise, I wasn’t trying to catch you out. Not that I did catch you out or anything, I just–” He cut himself off, clearing his throat.
I tilted my head, watching him squirm.
Was I…*enjoying* this?
Maybe. A little.
I leaned against the kitchen countertop, pushing my arms together slightly. “I really am sorry though, you weren't meant to see me like that. Have I scarred you for life or what? Should I start looking for a new roommate?”
“No!” he said, a little too quickly, the force of his utterance giving me a little thrill. “I’ve had much worse roommates, I promise.”
“Good,” I said, grabbing my granola bar. “Then I guess you’ll see me again later, right?”
Jason’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh…uh…”
“For *lunch*, perv.”
And with that, I left the kitchen.
The next night, I made popcorn in just my tank top and panties while he sat at the kitchen table. I pretended it was totally normal, back arched slightly, feeling the air on my thighs when the fabric was riding up as I reached for the salt. He stayed sitting at the table, silent, pretending to read his book. But I could feel his eyes on my ass.
And I liked it.
It's difficult to explain, but something about teasing him in our shared space, even just a little, knowing how hard he was trying to be respectful, and knowing how much he wanted to look, and knowing how much it made him squirm with embarrassment, made me feel powerful. Sure, I’d had partners before, but this was something different. This was something unique and fun and naughty and…
…maybe it was all in my head. Maybe I was acting slutty while he rolled his eyes behind my back. I could imagine him on the phone to his buddies; *Yeah, the apartment is cheap, but my roommate is such a whore. She thinks she's so hot, but it’s just desperate.* The thought filled me with dread and revulsion, and lying in bed at night, filled with self-doubt, I decided I needed to stop.
A few days later, I changed my mind.
He’d gone out to collect our food order from a nearby restaurant and left his bedroom door open. I was on my way past when I caught a glimpse of his laptop, open on his desk, the page on the screen looking suspiciously like the website I had been using right before he had seen me topless.
I hesitated by his doorway. I knew I shouldn’t peek. It wasn’t my business. In fact, going any further would be a huge invasion of privacy, exactly the kind of thing that I would find morally reprehensible if it were someone else. What kind of roommate would I be if I did that?
No. That wasn’t me. At all.
These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I stepped softly into his room, tilting the screen of his laptop and leaning toward it. I read some of the video titles.
*EDGED and DENIED by your huge-breasted friend*
*Teasing you with her perfect pussy!!!!*
*Submissive cock gets ruined orgasm (roommate edition)*
I bit my lip. What the hell?
I couldn’t look away.
One of the thumbnails showed a woman lounging while a man knelt between her thighs, her hand gently grabbing his hair as she pushed his tongue deeper, his eyes closed in acceptance and submission. Another video showed a woman lying on her side and reading a book, her ass presented to the camera and slightly spread, as if she was ignoring the viewer. A third video showed a woman dressed in full business attire, huge breasts spilling out of her blouse as she knelt between a man’s legs, her mouth gently kissing the head of his cock, her expression playful, almost mocking, like she knew exactly how much control she had.
Damn.
My heart was racing again, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, excitement, and something harder to name. Yearning? Longing? Hmm. Not quite. It was kinda like those emotions, but it was tinged with sadness and irritation, too.
Oh shit.
I was jealous.
Girls who teased; girls who denied; girls who smiled sweetly while doing not-so-sweet things. I wanted to be like those women; slutty and unashamed and powerful and free.
I swallowed, trying to drag my eyes away from the screen, but all I could think, standing in his room with the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the air, was what it would feel like to grab his hair and push his tongue deeper inside me like the woman in the video.
No, I reminded myself. He’s your roommate. Stop being so weird. Just because he jacks it to porn it doesn’t mean he’s interested in–
And then I saw it; another tab opened in the same browser, the logo showing a blue circle with a white letter “F” in the middle. I took a quick, paranoid look back over my shoulder and slid the mouse into position, clicking the tab.
And there it was, nestled amongst the pages of porn.
My tiκtoκ page.
My stomach dropped. I returned the browser to the original tab and walked back to my room in a daze, completely forgetting what I had been heading to the kitchen for.
The second time he saw my breasts, it was not a total accident.
In fact, it wasn’t even a partial accident.
It was Wednesday night and I’d just stepped out of the shower, my towel wrapped tight around me, my hair still dripping. I heard him in the kitchen; cutlery clinking, cupboard door shutting, and I pictured him pulling leftover rice from the fridge, tipping hot sauce from a bottle, and eating it while standing up, the need to eat finally breaking a long spell of coding. He’d been crunching for the last few days, and with the deadline for his project looming closer, we hadn’t spoken much since I peeked at his laptop.
My body still dripping from the shower, with only a few thin walls separating us, I should have gone straight to my room.
Instead, I lingered, listening to the soft rustle of his movements and once again brought to my mind’s eye the images from his laptop. I had thought about them a lot in the intervening days, and to my embarrassment, had even found a few of them online.
I had found them very enjoyable.
I looked down at myself again and thought of those powerful, sexual, sensual, teasing, slutty, women.
If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get.
“Hey,” I said, entering the kitchen.
“Oh, hey,” he said, turning his head to me slightly. “You hungry? I’m warming up some–”
I let the towel fall.
It slipped off my body without resistance, heavy with moisture, hitting the tile in a wet, muffled thump. I stood for a moment, letting him take me in, my breasts full and heavy, my pussy shaved completely smooth, my skin still flushed pink from the heat of the water. I bent, grabbing the damp towel and handing it to him.
“Could you put this in the wash for me?”
“Uh…”
“Thanks,” I added, heart pounding as I opened the cupboard and stretched out my body, reaching for a glass, just as I had when I reached for the popcorn a week ago. Only now he could see my ass in all its glory, still dripping from the shower.
“You okay?” I asked, as I lifted my chest, pulling my back taut, inches away from him. I didn’t hurry, enjoying the sensation of my nipples tightening in the cool air. Water ran down from my hairline and slid across my collarbone. One drop trailed between my breasts, sliding over my stomach and disappearing between my lips. I could feel the heat coming off him, every muscle held tight in whatever awkward pose he’d frozen into.
“Earth to Jason,” I said, finding the glass I was looking for.
“You’re…you’re naked,” he stammered.
I filled my water and drank half of it in long gulps, cool and sharp against the warmth of my body. “I am very naked,” I confirmed. “Do you…like it?”
I leaned against the counter, letting my hip touch the edge, one leg slightly bent at the knee. Jason was staring at the kettle.
“You can look, you know. I might even like it.”
He looked, and his eyes widened at the sight of me, my body covered with a glossy sheen, shimmering with moisture in the kitchen light–my hips, my arms, the inside of my thighs, all full on display for him. It felt obscene to be standing there like that, pretending it was normal.
Obscene and fucking hot.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. The other night got me thinking…You don’t mind if I walk around like this sometimes, do you?” I asked, making my voice innocent and looking at him with my best puppy-dog eyes. “Only…it is kind of my place, and I miss walking around naked.”
Jason tensed, every muscle in his face working overtime to look neutral, but no sound came out.
“It’s not going to be a problem, right?”
He nodded. “No, uh…no, definitely. Of course not.”
“Perfect,” I smiled calmly, like my heart wasn’t secretly racing. “I think this living arrangement is really working out for us, don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. I…really like it here…”
I placed my hand on his forearm and gave it a little squeeze.
“Good. I like having you here.”
I turned, presenting my big ass to him once more and bending slightly. I walked back to my room, slowly this time, letting him watch, enjoying him watching, my hips swaying with each step.
“Oh,” I called over my shoulder, turning slightly. “Whatever you’re heating up smells great. I’d love some. I’ll be back out in five.”
“Nuh…no worries,” he called back, his voice cracking slightly.
I went back to my room and made myself cum.
Things only got worse from there…
[Once again, the next part will be out tomorrow if people express enjoyment and gratitude and interest! Thanks for reading x]