Roommates or More?byorie©
I went and sat on the couch sipping a beer. Megan appeared with her hair still wet and grabbed her own beer. She stood right in front of me, with her legs slightly spread apart.
"Jake, what do you think of my pussy?"
I choked on the mouthful of beer I had just taken in. After getting under control, I could not help but stare at the luscious bush catching light in the tangles. It was all golden and fiery.
"Well," I said, "not having any intimate knowledge of your pussy, I have no fuckin' clue what to say. This isn't one of those 'do these jeans make my ass look fat' questions, is it?"
"You think my ass looks fat in jeans?"
"No! Actually, I think you have the best ass I have ever seen. It almost looks as good in jeans as it does naked. And you know I rate your naked ass a 'Holy shit'."
She laughed. Then looked at me, "Seriously, I want your opinion of my pussy."
"What are you really asking?" I said.
"Well, I've been talking with my sister and she keeps telling me to shave it all off. She does, loves it and thinks I look like a jungle girl."
I again stared at the wide rectangle with the wild curls. I tried to imagine it bald and the only result was a massive hard-on.
Megan noticed and said, "Well, I guess that's a vote that you like my pussy."
"What's not to like? It's beautiful, like the rest of you. But, really if you want to trim it or whatever, it's your choice. You are so beautiful; no guy is going to complain if you're smooth as a baby or hairy as a gorilla. What do you want to do?"
Megan ran her fingers through the mass of red and pulled on the tufts. She sipped some beer, and said, "I think I should trim this down to a shallow layer and narrow the strip."
"Sounds like a plan," I offered as my erection throbbed at the thought of it.
"Glad you agree because I need your help."
"Yeah, I don't think I can get it even by myself and I certainly don't trust my own hand making a straight line with a razor. So, Roomie, you get the honors."
"You know this is fuckin' bizarre, right?"
"I think it's fun," and after a pause, "and a little kinky. But, mostly fun. And, by the looks of your quite impressive erection, I'd say you're not opposed."
I gave in and said we should probably do it on my bed since there's more room. I got up and Megan smiled at my hard-on bobbing as we walked.
I grabbed a towel and shaving cream and a razor. She went to her room and got a pair of scissors.
She laid on the spread towel and indicated how much pubic hair she wanted trimmed. I marveled at the silky feel of the hairs between my fingers, telling her how soft and silky it was and was she sure she wanted it to go away.
She ran her fingers through the luxurious curls and sighed. She took my hand and placed it tight on her pussy.
"Be the last person to touch it before it's all gone," she said in a small voice.
I ran my fingers through the curls, enjoying the sensation and feeling the warmth of her sex. She moved under my touch and let out a small moan.
"Easy, Cowboy. I think you have done justice to this last trip through the forest."
I then pulled a patch out taut and snipped it at the desired length. She said it was perfect, so I grabbed, pulled and snipped until her the mass of pubes was hacked away. I got an idea and went to the bathroom, returning with a grooming razor. A couple years ago I had a beard and liked to keep it at about a three day growth. I bought this razor so I could adjust the settings. I explained to Megan that I could get a more even look if I finished her with this.
She told me to go for it. I adjusted the depth to what I thought was right and made a pass over the remaining pubes. It looked good, so I continued. Megan squirmed and I asked if I had hurt her.
"No, the vibration sort of gets to me, you know."
I nodded and finished with the electric razor. I brushed the stray clippings on to the towel, enjoying the sensation of touching her pubic area.
Her slit was now clearly visible and I was dripping. I prayed she did not notice.
Megan then indicated how wide the strip should be. I put a pile of shaving cream in my hand and spread it from her thigh into the right spot on her pussy. I ran a finger down to make a line. As I did, she shivered again. I figured I was not the only one getting turned on.
I worked the safety razor from the line out to her thighs, and then trued it up with an up and down stroke. I repeated the same procedure on the other side until she ended up with an inch and a half strip.
"How about the taint?"
I knew she meant the part from the bottom of her slit up to her asshole. She grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up. She was now totally exposed and spread. I could see both her outer and inner lips, and her clit pushing through the little hood.
"Shouldn't I have a medical degree to be at this angle?" I joked.
She smiled and asked if I were going to do an internal exam.
"Not likely," I replied.
"Pity! Well, I don't think you need to be a doctor, then."
I spread cream around her sex lips and in between her legs. I carefully shaved the area. I used a corner of the towel to wipe away the excess cream and noticed she was quite wet. I yearned to lean in and kiss the beautiful display of pink inches from my face.
"Can you get me the hand mirror from my dresser?"
With my hard-on leading the way, I retrieved the mirror. She held it between her still spread and elevated legs and admired the new look.
"Guess I sprung a little leak, Jake. Looks like you're not the only one who gets turned on every now and then."
"Happens," I said.
"Guess, so. I see your head glistening. God, this is weird," Megan exclaimed. "We are roomies, but certainly not lovers, but here we are. You have this rock hard erection and I'm spread open like a gal waiting for a class A screwing and dripping like a freakin' hose. Actually, I think this is a good time for another shower—a cold one."
We both stood. Megan leaned in, avoiding contact with my erection, and kissed me on the cheek and softly said, "Thanks."
"Honestly, and I mean honestly, Meg, the pleasure is all mine. And to answer your earlier question..."
"You asked me what I thought of your pussy."
She blushed, smiled and said, "So?"
"It's absolutely beautiful."
She laughed and bounced into the shower. I cleaned up and grabbed another cold beer. I held it against my dick hoping it would take the swelling down before I got a serious case of blue balls.
Later that evening, Megan came back out of her bedroom and said she just talked with her sister and told her of the grooming that was done. I asked her if she told her sister that I did the trimming.
"No way," she said, "she is shy and would flip out thinking we are naked all the time, and would double flip out thinking my male roommate shaved my puss. I know she's had boyfriends and she is certainly not a virgin, but she would never just prance around like we do."
She then asked if it would be Ok if her sister visited for a couple days. I said sure. Megan said she'd be here next weekend.
Sally, Megan's sister was almost as tall and equally as good looking. Like Megan, Sally was a nurse and also taught yoga at a private club. Megan said they were "Irish Twins", meaning they were less than a year apart. She also had twin sisters who were a year and half younger than Sally, twin brothers two years younger than the girl twins and another sister, who inexplicitly was four years younger than the boy twins. "Guess Mom needed a break or something," she said.
Before Sally arrived, we agreed we would be back to wearing clothes. "I'm pretty sure I'm not going to tell her about our lifestyle. I hope you're not offended."
I assured her it was no problem.
We picked up Sally at Logan and dumped her stuff in the apartment and headed out on foot. After a night of beers and burgers at our neighborhood bar, we returned to an oven of an apartment. Megan had said she and her sister would share her twin bed, but I knew that would be intolerable with two people in that tiny space. I told them to take my queen bed and I would sleep in her twin. They put up only mild resistance and I could tell they thought this was a great idea.
We said our good nights and I stripped and crawled into Megan's bed. It was slightly erotic being naked in her bed. I was just settling in when a soft rap on the door preceded Megan's head popping in.
"Can I come in?"
I nodded and she entered, wearing only her pink bikini bottoms and a thin t-shirt.
"God, you are really going to get the wrong idea of us, but I need something from my nightstand."
The nightstand was between the bed and the wall. I offered to get what she wanted, but Megan said no. She crawled over me and dug in the drawer, pulling out a pink vibrator.
She looked at me, blushed and said, "It's not like were Lesbos or into incest, but we do like getting off with a toy. We used to do it all the time when we were in high school and then nursing school. Don't think I'm a slut."
Megan was sitting next to me on the tiny bed. I assured her I thought nothing bad about her and hoped she and Sally would have a great time.
"Jake, you're the best."
She moved toward me for a hug and I reached up to welcome her. I misjudged the angle and my hand landed right on her left breast. I felt the soft warm flesh and hard point of her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. I should have pulled it away immediately, but I froze.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's Ok, Jake, I know you didn't mean it."
"True, but doesn't mean I don't like it."
I removed my hand and Meg gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. As she turned to get up she glanced at the sheet and noticed a big tent.
"Oh, I see you really did like it."
I nodded sheepishly.
Megan placed her hand on my erection, still covered by the sheet. She moved her hand up and down, squeezed it and said, "Sorry, fella, but no can do right now."
She jumped off the bed and bounced out of the room with my eyes glued to her butt barely covered by the bikinis. My dick throbbed. I had to restrain myself from jerking off. I just couldn't do it in Megan's bed, even though I could hear giggles from my room and imagined they were doing something similar in my bed to what I wanted to do in Megan's.
After a lot of tossing and turning and torturing myself with imagined scenes of Megan and Sally, I fell asleep. In the morning I pulled on clothes and found the sisters making a big breakfast. Each wore a t-shirt and panties. Looking at them together, I thought I was seeing double. Same great ass, small chest and unending legs.
We hung out playing tourist in Boston. Sally was leaving Monday morning to fly back to Philly and Megan was still off. She would take her sister to Logan and come back to the apartment. I was working at home, finishing up a newsletter.
I said my good-byes at night and fell asleep to more giggles and moans from my bedroom.
I slept a little late the next morning. It was almost 9 when I climbed out of bed. I was happy not to have to put clothes on. I had really hard morning wood, probably from not relieving myself from the erotic images flashing through my head for the last couple nights.
I heard noise in the kitchen and silently prayed Megan had made coffee. I turned into the room and saw her working the coffee maker with her back toward me and that great ass on display in tight jeans.
"You are an angel. I need you to give me something hot and steamy," I said teasing as we both would often do.
She turned, looked at me, looked at my hard-on and screamed.
I was staring into the face of Sally.
"Shit, Sally, I thought you left."
"You're naked and have a hard-on."
I couldn't argue the point.
"I thought you were Megan."
"What? Were you going to rape her?"
"No, this happens all the time."
"Creep. You run around exposing yourself to my sister all the time."
I realized I should cover up and grabbed a dish towel from the counter. Holding it in front of my erection, I tried to explain.
"It really is not what it looks like."
"It looks like a naked guy with a freakin' hard-on asking for something 'hot and steamy'. I think I can figure out what that means, Asshole."
"Yes, that's what I said, but I would never do anything to harm Megan. Honest. It's just..."
I didn't want to explain our living situation since Megan didn't do it herself. But, I was afraid that if I didn't Sally was going to lose it.
"It's just that Megan and I rarely wear clothes when we're home. It's no big deal."
"I can't believe it. You mean the both of you just parade around naked all the time."
"Are you two lovers?"
"No, we never do anything sexual." I thought about my hand on Megan's tit, her hand on my dick, but rationalized that was not really sexual. And, I thought that shaving her sister's pussy and touching her in that private area was not sexual. I realized we were having a lot of contact for two people who were not having sex.
"What about your freakin' hard-on?"
"Sally, guys get erections. Especially in the morning, we get them a lot. Megan and I decided it was natural and we were not going to make a big deal out of it. I'm sorry I've offended you. I thought you were gone. You and Meg look identical from the back. Anyway, what are you doing here and where's Megan?"
"My flight got cancelled and there was no other equipment available. So, I called in to the hospital and said I'd be in tomorrow. Sally got beeped and had to cover a half shift this morning."
By now my erection had subsided. I kept the towel covering my crotch, but felt foolish.
"Look, Sally, I'll go get dressed and maybe we can sorta' just not make a big deal out of it. Ok?"
"So, you two really are bare-assed in the apartment?"
I nodded and added, "It helps to beat the heat, too."
She laughed and said sarcastically, "I'm sure that's your main priority."
Sally cut me off, glancing down at the towel that was no longer tented in front of me.
"And, Megan is cool with it?"
"Her idea, actually."
"No shit? Come to think of it, I can imagine her doing this. She's always been a little bit out there, at least, farther than me. Well, I can be cool with it too."
"So, you are willing to let me off the hook?" I asked.
"Ok, but on one condition."
Sally broke into a smile as dazzling as her sister's.
"Toss me that towel."
I grinned and tossed her the towel.
She looked at my semi-hard dick, my abs and chest and back at my dick, then nodded. I turned and she did a little wolf whistle watching my butt disappear around the corner.
I returned to the kitchen to find her on the phone, tears of laughter streaming down her face, as she described the morning's event to Megan.
Looking me in the eye, she said into the phone. "Definitely, Sis, awesome ass and really great dick."
That evening we all had a lot of chuckles about the morning's event. Although we both remained clothed, Megan teased Sally and said she was free to join us in our normal dress pattern. Sally begged off, much to my disappointment. I was really curious what her bald pussy looked like.
The next morning she left for real and I was back at work. With our crazy schedules, I didn't really catch-up with Megan until Friday evening. She had been off all day. When I got home, she suggested hitting our favorite bar and getting slightly shit-faced watching the Sox take on the Yankees.
We did. Walking back home, I know both of us were feeling pretty good.
As soon as we entered the apartment, I asked if I could go to the bathroom first. I had to pee really badly.
"Great," said Megan. "This will be the perfect opportunity to do it."
"Pee like a guy," she said, all smiles.
"You want to pee standing up?"
"No, dipshit, I want to be the guy."
"Ok, let me spell it out. I want you to stand there and I will operate the equipment."
"Nope, always wanted to see what it felt like. Never had a guy I was able to ask. But you, Jake, are the coolest."
I was shocked, but had to pee so badly that I did not want to argue any more.
"Ok, let's go."
We went into the bathroom and I stood in front of the toilet.
"What now?" asked Megan.
"Lift the seat."
Megan lifted the seat and asked for more directions.
"Well, you should probably stand behind me to get the full effect."
Megan pushed herself against me and I could sense her hard nipples pushing into my back.
"Ok, unzip me and take it out."
Megan poked her head under my left arm and craned her head around so she could see. Reaching around me, she used two hands to pull down my zipper. She put her right hand inside and tried to get into my boxers.
Her hand kept getting trapped behind my shirt tale. I told her to move her hand under my shirt and into my fly. After a little more fumbling, her hand found the entrance and I felt her warm hand take hold of my cock. I fought with all my might to not get hard. Not only would it be slightly embarrassing, but it would make it really difficult to pee and I had to go so bad.
"Ok, take it out, aim it and let me know when you're ready."
Megan managed to bring my cock from my pants and now gripping it with fingers on two hands pointed it toward the bowl.
"All set, Jake, let it fly."
I need no more encouragement. I let loose a strong stream.
Megan shrieked as the pee hit the side of the rim and started wetting the floor.
I managed with great difficulty to stop peeing.
"See, it's not as easy as it seems. So, don't bitch if sometimes we leave some drops around."
"No fair," she said, "guys have a lot more practice."
She readjusted her aim and I let go again, this time resulting in the familiar splashing we've all come to recognize. Megan took great delight in moving my dick head around and hitting various parts of the bowl. I took great delight on having her fingers on my dick.
I must have gone on for 15 or 20 seconds and the relief in my bladder was exotic. Finally, the stream faded to a dribble.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Give it a couple shakes and put it away."
"Yuck, you don't wash it off?"
"No. Guys never do that, Meg. Shake it dry and put it away. That's all there is."
She gave it a few shakes, using more force than I would, and put it inside my shorts. She then let her hand slip down and cup my balls.
"Wow!" I exclaimed.
"Hey, I figured I was in the neighborhood, so what the hell."
She felt them for a few seconds longer, fingering each nut inside, moving her hand up and down my flaccid shaft, and finally removing her hand, zipping me up, finishing with a kiss on the back of my neck while hugging me.
"Thanks, Jake. That was super cool. I really like the feel of your penis."
"It seems kinda' crude to call it a dick or cock after I felt it. It just seemed sorta pansy."
"Whatever you call it, Meg, I enjoyed your touch. And, you're not a bad pisser, once you got the hang of it."
I moved to the sink to wash my hands as Megan dropped the seat, pulled down her pants and bikinis and peed. I looked down to see a gush coming from the beautiful pussy that I had trimmed. Too bad, she felt comfortable in keeping it in shape and didn't ask me to help her again. She wiped herself dry, and stood, not bothering to pull up her clothes. As she was washing her hands, she looked at me in the mirror.
"I guess that's another barrier we've crossed."
"Yeah," I agreed, "But you are never going to watch me take a dump. Never!"
She howled and said, "Deal."
We said good night and I went into my bedroom. I stripped and was adjusting the fan, when Megan came in.