PR Ch. 01: Just Friends?

***Author's Note: Though this is not my first time writing short stories, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. This particular fantasy is inspired by true events in my own life, and it was personally arousing write. 😊 So, I hope you *enjoy* this story as I *enjoyed* myself while writing it. 😅***

* * * * * CHAPTER 1: JUST FRIENDS? * * * * *

Glancing at her in those adorable booty shorts, bending over to grab another Smirnoff from the fridge, I couldn't help but notice her lovely C-cups hanging so delectably curvy though the small gap between her smooth skin and her pajama shirt. My roommate was a spunky dirty-Blonde, creamy skin, average figure for an American girl trying her best to be cognizant about her weight, while also having a bit of fun in life, and thus the subtle sway of her curves as she grabbed a bottle from a shelf made her figure that much more enticing. She wasn't too thick, but not too thin either; a solid balance between fitness and sensuality, and I'm confident she was well aware of the effect her seductive presence had on people with whom she interacted on a daily basis. In fact, I've personally witnessed her purposefully shift her hips in such a way so as to make her conversational partner a bit more amenable to her requests, a sort of sexual 'Jedi Mind Trick', if you will.

...And I'm pretty sure she just used the same trick on me because my groin began to tingle...

Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself! Sorry! 😅 I should probably provide a bit of context for this somewhat innocuous glance at my roommate's assets. At this point in time, her and I had known one another for about a decade, and now in our mid-twenties, we've seen ourselves grow in expect, and unexpected, ways. As is common in the post-high school years, friends end up cohabitating as we all moved out of our parents' houses. While trying to find our place in the larger world, exploring and arranging our identities in new ways, we bounced from lease to lease across apartments. Naturally, during this unstable time of life, opportunities arise to shack up in order to solidify the basic necessities of shelter, food, and safety.

Somewhat serendipitously, her and I both needed to find a new place to live, as our leases at different apartment complexes were simultaneously expiring. One conversation led to the next, and here we are, a few months into living together, and it's been relatively smooth sailing! Having known one another for so long, we had a rough idea of our personal boundaries and pet-peeves, though a more explicit discussion of those aspects of our personalities created a rather harmonious living arrangement. We both had dealt with worse situations, and thus we were genuinely enjoying one another's company.

Well, maybe 'enjoying' one another's company is putting it mildly. Almost from the beginning of our friendship, her and I had sexual tension. If the prior was a brief history of how we came to live together, how we came to come together is a much deeper story, the details of which I'll save for another time. Regarding the current adventure, though, suffice it to say that, as we witnessed one another transverse relationships across our teens and early-twenties, as well as the inherent sexual exploration within them, we had always been open to sharing our thoughts, struggles, and insights. We were good friends, for sure, in a way that we both could be honest and nonjudgmentally accepting. Our personal attraction to each other was always implied, however, as if we always had eyes for someone else instead of who was right before us. As you might imagine, the idea of cohabitating with someone I had found so particularly seductive for so long was motivation enough to sign the lease! I think she felt the same way, but I try best not to presume.

Now, in the present, this Friday evening was somewhat of a stay-cation because we had both had a stressful week at our relatively meaningless jobs, and because Monday was a holiday, we had decided earlier in the week to let ourselves actually relax, for once. As I said earlier, the past three months have been a relatively pleasant experience, though that's not to say we haven't had our frustrations with cohabitation. Earlier this month, actually, we had to have a 'sit-down' to discuss bathroom rules and time schedules in order to ease the irritation and anxiety that arose from conflicting work-lives.

The conversation went well, and we were able to mesh our home habits, which meant these past few weeks were running smoothly in the house. Moreover, just today, after work, we had executed a roommate 'house-cleaning party', where we put on music that vibed our procession around the apartment, and we cracked a couple of light drinks to loosen us up as we scrubbed, dusted, and vacuumed. Afterward, a hot shower to relax the muscles and shed the filth set the body right, not to mention catching her glance at me as I stepped from the bathroom to my room in a waist-drawn towel, and me glancing at her as she stepped from the shower to her room in a cuddly bathrobe.

Before my eyes roamed over her sweet curves as she grabbing another drink from the fridge, I had been cross-legged on the couch, comfortable in a loose shirt and sweatpants (no undies, of course! This was a time to relax, after all 😊) flipping through YouTube. Dusk was settling in for the night, and I was reviewing my subscribed channels when my roommate stepped from her room, flicked off the bathroom fan, and passed by me in the living room on her way to the kitchen.

"Hey, did that one couple post another video?! I feel like we've been waiting forever for another episode!"

Her and I have gotten into following a YouTube Channel where a couple explore random places around the world, and we vicariously traveled the planet with them because, you know, money and all that prevents us from doing so ourselves. We have a pretty good time trying to predict their next moves, and calling out their 'mistakes' (as if we would do any better in the moment!). I also think it's important to mention that we both have previously made not-so-subtle remarks about the couples' attractiveness. We both agree that the girl and the guy are sexy (they're a hetero couple, probably obvious by now; we haven't yet seen a gay or lesbian couple travel adventure, but we're open to it!), and one episode, where they slip nude (blurred, unfortunately 😒) into a natural hot spring, we both were visibly aroused. I distinctly remember her nipples perking up a bit, and I swear I saw her glance at the growing bulge in my pajama pants.

...Speaking of bulge, I felt my manhood engorge as I stepped around the corner of the kitchen, where my eyes instinctively traced her curves as she pulled a bottle from the fridge. Smirnoff Ice has been our go-to for quite some time, not necessarily because of taste, but more so of nostalgia. Being cheap and palatable enough, this drink was in attendance at many great High School parties, and thus the taste always sparked similarly positive feelings in both of us. As she spun around to catch me glancing at her, I quickly held out my own bottle for "Cheers!"

***Clink!***

"Yes, fuckin' finally," I smiled. "They skipped the planned trip to Albania because of some new unsettlements within the government, so they're instead touring the City of Love," I accentuated with a hyper-obvious wink.

"Ooo, this should be good," she exclaimed as she shut the fridge door. As we both stepped from the kitchen toward the couch, she hopped a tiny bit in excitement causing her braless breasts to gracefully wiggle in her shirt, her lovely nipples a bit perky from the cold refrigerator air.

...Oh, my... My bulge grew a bit more.

We stepped over the back-edge of the couch to sit cross-legged, as is our custom, and I played the newest episode of our fav channel. Within moments, the sun setting through the blinds set a calming ambiance to our evening, and we were entranced in the adventure though which the eponymous couple guided us. As we sipped, laughed, exclaimed at the surprises, clinked, and sipped again, I fully admit that I was hard-pressed to remember a time when I had seen her so gorgeous, so humanistically sexy. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the peaking hormones of post-puberty Twenties (probably both! 😅), but I could tell from her eyes that we both noticed how we held one another's gaze just a fraction of a second longer than we usually would. Across the whole episode, the subtle bulge from my groin had not subsided a bit, but neither had her wonderfully perky nipples, and I can say that it was not cold in our apartment, but rather a cozy 75F.

After the hour-long episode, she sat back on the couch, clearly in contemplation about the couples' tour of Paris. I shifted on my cushion a bit to turn more toward her, awaiting whatever thoughts she was about to relay to me (I know her well enough 😄). Though the subtle bulge in my sweatpants had subsided a bit, moving on the couch caused my cock to rub gently on my testicles, everything warm and loose, which sent a not-unwelcomed tingle up my spine.

"Did they say how much the stay was," she asked as she mimicked my posture on the couch.

"Hmm, for the week, I think €900." --sip-- "When I went to Florence with my fam last year, it was about that much, but I don't know how much prices have been affected since the start of the conflict in Europe. Look it up!"

"Fuck, yeah, those pics were amazing," she complimented as she snatched up her phone, and began searching hotels in Paris for sometime next year.

My drink was nearing its end, and I noticed hers was also. "Ready for another one?"

She smiled a beautiful blush at me, and my bulge began to grow again.

"Yep, I'll get it!" Before I could object, she tossed me her phone, ostensibly to continue the hotel search, and she bounced from the couch toward the kitchen.

I could only chuckle, my eyes following her curves again. "Heh, um, you didn't have to get up. I was going to..."

"No way, dude, you cleaned the bathroom. It's the least I could do!"

***...Like anyone in my situation at the moment, that comment made my thoughts instantly twist into wondering what 'else' she could do...***

As I flipped through a couple of hotel sites online, I heard two bottles clink together, then the fridge door close. In moments, she passed not over the rear edge of the couch, as per usual, but instead right in from of me, between the couch and the coffee table, her sweet breasts toward me as she handed me the drink. Instantly, my hand caught her waist to follow her across, just to steady her, of course.

"Thanks, homie," I smiled as she plopped onto the couch, and I held out my bottle.

***Clink!***

I handed her phone back, showing an AirBnB listing. "About €1,100 for that one."

"Fuck!" She sighed in disappointment. "Well, better get started on my OnlyFans," she retorted as she slid her phone onto the coffee table.

"Hey, you'd make good money," I smirked, with a bit of side-eye, as I flipped through channels on YouTube.

"Ha!" --sip-- "You think so?" She matched my smirk just then, but raise a mischievous eyebrow.

"Yes!" Again, I was not necessarily looking at her, but through my peripheral vision, I was keenly aware of her reactions. "Hmm, not too many channels have updated since Sunday. Ana'thang else tickle ya' fanc-eh," I asked in a bad British accent. Tossing her the remote, I laid my head onto the couch and closed my eyes, though my subtle smile remained. I was very relaxed at this point, and with what seems to have been happening with increasingly regularity lately, she shuffled a bit closer to me.

SMACK! "Wake up!"

Entirely not expecting her hand to slap my thigh, I jumped in startlement, and a bit of Smirnoff dappled my arm.

"What the fuck?! I'm not tired, just relaxed." Though my tone was sharp, I couldn't help but smile the entire time. If I hadn't admitted it to myself before now, I realized then how much I loved our flirts.

***...Fuck, she's adorable! Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just that I had never personally experienced how playful she could be, but *damn!*

I spun from the couch toward the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean up the mess, though my motion was strategic: her slap made my cock bounce almost in unison with her breasts, which made him warm with engorgement. Thus, I spun to hide the ridge on the head of my dick that had to have been noticeable through my sweatpants by now. While wiping down my arm in the kitchen, out of her line of vision, I glanced down at my bulge to check, and, yep, sure enough, my cock was starting to be visible through the soft fabric. Don't get me wrong, I actually love the feel of my dick getting hard. The warm sensation is incredibly arousing, and I personally find my manhood super sexy when he bulges in these sweatpants. However, now was probably not the best time for him to grow.

"You're right," she called from the living room, "Most of these haven't been updated yet. Hey, what about that one fitness dude you follow! Let's watch him! I want to see his thighs flex like yours did just now."

Without missing a beat, I met her smirk as I returned to the couch, hoping over the back-edge in another attempt to hide my bulge. "Oh, he does it for you?...Because I'd rather watch that one girl you follow, FitBabeLife, is that her name? Yeah, her." 😏

"Hmm, why not both?"

"Deal!" ***Clink!***

In seconds, we were soon watching Darien Fitness+ in near silence, me trying to glean a new tip on proper form for lunges, and her for... rippling thighs, I guess, but she seemed to let the rim of her Smirnoff Ice bottle to linger on her lips... Or maybe I was just imagining things.

...Or fantasizing things...

In any case, her distracted attention away from my groin helped ease things down there, and I felt him drop just a bit, hopefully enough to hide my ridge.

"Ooo! So, are you ready for this?" She turned a bit toward me, the ambient light accentuating her delectable nipples. I have a male anatomy question for you!"

"Oh, here we go!" I chuckled as I took a long draught of my drink this time. We were both definitely buzzed at this point, our smiles a tad wider than they normally are with one another. But, I got the impression that it was okay to feel this way with her, and I don't mean being intoxicated (we've been at many parties together; drinking was no big deal), but rather to be flirtatious with her. It seemed pretty clear she was in a sensual, playful mood with me, so I decided to reciprocate. In the end, I'd do my best to keep a level head, but why not see where things go? If something gets awkward, I felt confident we could talk, and, importantly, laugh, as friends toward a resolution. "Hit me!...BUT, I get to ask you a female anatomy question as well!"

"Deal!" ***Clink!***

Mischievously rubbing her hands together, which caused her boobs to jiggle wonderfully, and her nipples to perk up even more, she asked, "Okay, so, when you workout, does it ever make you horny?"

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