Quarantine with a Naked Flatmate

On the other hand, we were flatmates, perhaps now friends, but her parading around naked aside, I felt we owed some lip service to the boundaries of familiarity. Despite her fantasies, most people that lived together platonically don't watch each other masturbate, I tried to affirm to myself. One or two boyhood scout camp circle jerks notwithstanding, I'd always kept masturbation firmly in the category of intimate acts that didn't require a spectator with whom you weren't in some way sexually involved (or hoping to be).

But maybe I was being a prude. My whole rationale for wanting to get to know Maddie better was her carefree attitude and open mind; I'd been friendly, even flirtatious with her because I liked her company and liked how she acted; I couldn't really complain now that she was responding in kind and now that I knew she was perhaps as free about her sexuality as she was about her unclothed body. If the roles were reversed, I felt reasonably certain that Maddie would simply roll with it; perhaps I should do the same?

In the end, I compromised. I didn't specifically seek out a show, but I took to giving Maddie's open bedroom door a glance each time I walked past; on the off chance that she happened to be sprawled on the bed with her hand between her legs, on the edge of ecstasy. She always seemed to just be watching Netflix on her tablet, though, leading me to figure that perhaps she hadn't really meant her offer, after all.

Still, I kept up my mildly voyeuristic behaviour; at least until Maddie finally spoke up about it.

"You like to look at me, don't you?" she asked me on one of my walks past her bedroom. She was smiling; I took it as an invite to honesty and to perhaps be a bit less uptight than I'd been during past similar interactions.

I smiled back and nodded. "Well, you are naked most of the time. And you look good doing it."

A barely-detectable flush of pink crossed her cheeks, but her reply was pure bravado. "I know," she shot back, "you're lucky that you get this to look at and all by yourself too."

"Believe me," I admitted, "I thank my lucky stars every day that I live with such a shameless woman."

Maddie grinned. "You should do it too," she replied suddenly. "Go naked, I mean."

Once again she'd disarmed me, even when I was trying to be cockier. "You're kidding?" I spluttered.

"No!" Maddie exclaimed. "I'm serious. We're both stuck here, seeing nobody -- you should lose the clothes too."

I had so many objections to that suggestion, but the smart part of my brain stopped them leaving my mouth. I wanted Maddie to think I was as chill and nonchalant about these things as she was. Admitting to the hang-ups I might have about becoming some sort of domestic nudist in her equally-nude company was something that I knew was probably just going to leave her thinking I was a boring prude, and I had to acknowledge that I definitely didn't want her to get that impression of me.

"But I have video meetings," I finally, lamely offered.

"Just put on a t-shirt and make sure you don't get up and walk around when the camera's on, like I do with my mum and dad," she responded reasonably.

"C'mon," she goaded, "I don't like being the only one naked here."

I laughed, a shred of confidence returning. "Now I know that can't be true."

Maddie grinned. "No, you've got me there," she admitted. "I fucking love being naked around clothed people. But... I'd love it even more if you were naked too."

That seemed, then, to sort of seal my fate. Milady had given the equivalent of a formal request that we both be nude together, and I couldn't really come up with a rational get out without losing her respect. It was time to man up.

With an exaggerated sigh I stood in her doorway and pulled my shirt off over my head. Maddie smiled approvingly as she panned her eyes over my bare torso, and I offered silent thanks that genetics and lifestyle had conspired to keep me in pretty good shape. Whatever other misgivings I might have had about being nude with Maddie, at least I didn't feel insecure about my physical appearance.

I'd paused there, thumbs in the waistband of my sweatpants, but Maddie arched an eyebrow in enticement to continue, and so with one movement I pulled down both the thick cotton sweatpants and my tight underwear and stepped out of them to stand naked before my flatmate.

Maddie's other eyebrow joined the first. "You were hiding that in there?" she breathed. I reddened a little as her gaze rested on my cock and balls. I'm not boastful in the slightest, but from honest feedback from the ladies I've known, I've come to understand that I am blessed with being bigger than the average guy (and fortunately it was warm in the flat) -- but Maddie was responding as if I'd just unleashed a monster. I suddenly wondered if Maddie's air of experience might be a bit more of an act than she let on (for the record, in the three months we had shared the flat she'd not gone completely without overnight guests, but they all, or at least the ones I had noticed, had been other girls), and realised that this might be the first male member that she'd seen in the flesh, as it were, for a while. It was nice, however brief it might be, to have my normally confident flatmate off guard.

"Happy now?" I grinned.

"Uh-huh," Maddie replied. "Are... are you?"

I stretched, suddenly getting the urge to luxuriate in the sense of freedom; and in the instant feeling of equality and rapport with my naked flatmate. "You know what?" I responded. "I feel pretty good."

---

So began our time as a thoroughly clothes-free flat. The next three days I spent as naked as Maddie most of the time. After all, there seemed little point getting dressed again once she'd seen everything, and I had to admit it was actually pretty comfortable hanging out in my birthday suit. I followed Maddie's suggestion and slipped on a t-shirt for the occasional video calls, but I was otherwise usually au naturel, working, relaxing, cooking and sleeping fully nude. I was beginning to see why Maddie preferred to go bare, and in that understanding grew an improved bond between us as we shared the experience of this taboo existence.

That's not to say there weren't drawbacks, though. I'm still a red-blooded male, and my body can't help but respond to nudity, especially nudity in the company of an equally naked and pretty (albeit unconventionally so) young woman, in the time-honoured way. I frequently felt like a hard-on with legs, an uncomfortable sensation I thought I'd shed once I'd done with puberty; more than once I'd found myself sliding a book or cushion into my lap while hanging out with Maddie, lest she think I planned to unleash the beast on her unclad form.

Of course, this was far more noticeable than if I'd done nothing at all, and Maddie soon cajoled from me a confession that I was getting hard.

Her reaction, while unexpected, should not have been a surprise, and reminded me once again that I should stop thinking of Maddie as your typical girl.

"I wanna see!" she exclaimed with glee.

"You do?" I responded.

"Yep! Show me!"

I shrugged -- why not? Again, shame in one's natural body didn't seem to be something Maddie put much stock in, so why should I?

I moved the magazine from my lap, giving her the full view of my semi-erect cock. As if conscious it was now on display, my member continued to grow under Maddie's gaze, and soon I was sporting a perfect, throbbing boner.

Maddie nodded in approving appraisal. "Nice."

I laughed at the weirdness of the situation. "You like?"

"I love a nice looking woody, and yours is certainly that," she answered.

"You like looking at guys... like this?"

"Sure!" she said. "I like two types of porn. Girls with girls shot by other girls for other girls... and a nice looking guy jerking till he cums."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, I can't get enough of it."

In the back of my mind I had a sense of where this conversation was going, so it wasn't a complete surprise when Maddie smiled, leaned back on the sofa and said: "Wank for me."

I fought my natural instincts and barely reddened. "You want me to jerk off for you, right now?"

Maddie nodded. "Uh-huh. You've been ogling me for weeks now, I can't imagine you don't want to. Cum for me, Will. I wanna watch you looking at me and stroking 'til you cum."

Perhaps it was the way our friendship had changed over the lockdown, perhaps it was just the horniness that comes with spending a few days naked with a naked woman and not doing anything sexual, but I barely hesitated before deciding to honour her request.

I got to my feet and crossed the living room to stand opposite Maddie, who reclined in the chair with an approving and interested look on her face. My cock stood practically at right angles to my body, and I felt its firm warmth as I took myself in my hand. Eyes on the naked girl, I began to stroke.

I was horny beyond belief, and the whole thing could have been over in seconds, but instinct told me Maddie wasn't going to appreciate a quickie. So, muscles tensing and releasing, leaning back slightly, I slowed my stroke, pausing each time the urge threatened to take me over the edge.

My instinct proved true, as Maddie rewarded my efforts at control by parting her legs and sliding a purposeful hand between them. As I masturbated for her pleasure, so she began to masturbate for mine, her fingers sliding over her pink, glistening labia, soon slick themselves, as she began to flex circles on her clit.

It was a contest then, of sorts; I knew it would be terribly bad form to blow my load before my flatmate had achieved her own release. That was no easy task; Maddie pleasuring herself was intensely arousing to see, hearing her breath come quickly in gasps, seeing her nipples stiffen on her small breasts, watching her fingers part those wet lips as she slid them into and out of herself before returning to work on her clit; all conspired to spur me towards climax.

Fortunately, Maddie was similarly encouraged by my own performance -- either that, or she was just as horny from the lockdown as I was -- and she was soon bucking and sighing, gasping between breaths the words to let me know that she was about to cum.

I needed no more permission than that and mere seconds before she reached her own climax I went over the edge. My cock pulsed and the muscles in my core pushed forth a thick, white rope of jizz which spurted from my member over my working hand to drip onto the hardwood floor. It seemed to run on and on, but at last I let my stroke subside and Maddie, with nothing more to see, threw back her head as she orgasmed in return.

---

We'd taken turns in the bathroom to clean ourselves up, and then returned to our casual and very much platonic nudity as if the preceding events had not taken place.

On the plus side, at least that meant this new dimension hadn't introduced any sense of awkwardness to our friendship or living arrangements. On the other hand, I was pretty certain in myself that if Maddie had waited outside the bathroom for me, taken my hand and said; "let's go and fuck now," I would have happily complied.

But I knew her enough now to know that such a direct request would not be her style -- after all, where was the fun in simply jumping into bed with someone. No, Maddie was sexually forward, but in an a way that was equal parts exhibitionistic and voyeuristic, rather than conventionally intimate. Her thrill seemed to come from poking at the edges of our friendship, cajoling it down a winding and scenic path, rather than simply heading for the final destination. I sensed, as one does, that some time before this quarantine ended, we could well be fucking; but I also knew that the timing was hers to call, not mine; and were I to try to circumvent whatever plans she had for us, she'd simply laugh a refusal.

The next afternoon, as I sat nude at my desk, Maddie occupied the sofa, and my games console. She'd become obsessed with a particular fighting game I owned, spending long bouts punching, kicking and fireballing virtual opponents, trying to become instinctive in performing the various special moves. She twisted the wireless joypad in the air in exaggerated motion, her tongue protruding from between her lips in concentration. Naked as she was, she looked like every virginal nerd boys fantasy, and I once again threw up a quick prayer of thanks to whatever god had been responsible for ensuring I was quarantined with this remarkable girl.

"You're getting pretty good at that," I offered.

"Thanks, Captain Patronising," she jokingly retorted. "I'm fucking amazing at it, actually."

"Really?" Sensing her natural competitiveness was once again being let loose, I replied, "but I've had that game for years. You won't be better than me."

She grinned. "Let's find out."

"You're on," I consented. "Next break, I'll show you how it's done."

Maddie stuck out her tongue. "Let's make it interesting," she said.

"A bet?" Maddie nodded. "Okay, what are we betting."

She made a show of thinking. "Head," she said at last.

"Huh?"

"Loser gives the winner head. You beat me, I suck your cock. I beat you, you eat my pussy 'til I scream whatever name I've decided to call you."

Once again, I was hardly surprised. It seemed that Maddie had decided this was the next phase in our strange lockdown dance from just friends into friends-with-benefits. I wondered if her dedicated practising of the game had been intended, if it had been a part of her plan all along, to create an even contest that either of us could win (I couldn't imagine for a second that she'd be reluctant in blowing me if I won -- similarly, there was no part of me that viewed eating her out as any sort of punishment or chore).

For the first time, I began to think about the sum total of her actions since the lockdown had started, and wondered if her walking out naked on that very first day had been as much of an innocent mistake as she'd claimed. Had she really, honestly thought I was already well aware of, and approving of, her preference for nudity at home -- if indeed it was a pre-existing preference at all? Or, had she seen the lockdown as a chance to live out a fantasy she'd long had about teasing, and playing with, a willing male cohabitant? I was beginning to think I'd been played, at least a little... and I wasn't sure I minded much at all.

"You're on," I said.

---

In my defence, Maddie had been practising for days, whereas I hadn't booted up that particular game in some time. At least, that was my excuse when she mopped the floor with me. We'd specified the terms as best of five bouts, but when the score settled at 3-1, I agreed my defeat and we hadn't bothered with the final fight. I was only partly anxious to avoid the score becoming a humiliating 4-1; I was also just as eager to pay up as Maddie was to receive her winnings.

Because really, the contest had been one that, for me at least, there was no real losing. Had I won, I'd have had her wrapping her lips around my cock -- but all defeat meant for me was that I was going to have my face between her legs, and only the most uptight and toxically masculine man would have viewed eating pussy as a forfeit or punishment.

So now I found myself in her bedroom, the glorious winner laying nude on her bed, her legs wide, as I made my way to the loser's position. Truth be told, I'd never performed this act so casually before; normally cunnilingus for me was part of the tapestry of lovemaking, and so my tried-and-tested routine involved kisses on the mouth, neck, breasts and so forth as I would work my way down my lover's body. But I had a sense that this would, at least at this time, be a familiarity too far for my flatmate, who would doubtless not have performed the same foreplay on me had I been the winner. No, had I won, Maddie would I was sure have simply dropped to her knees and begun sucking me off, and so I felt the occasion demanded a similar approach from me.

I couldn't resist though, as I knelt at her altar, planting a few teasing kisses on the inside of her tight, muscled thighs as I worked my way towards the locus of her female pleasure. She giggled in delight as she felt my lips on this seldom-touched place, and I grinned.

This close to her cunt, her scent was bewitching, the smell of bodily warmth and femininity. I couldn't wait to taste her; and nor, it seemed, could she wait to be tasted. "Do it," she whispered -- not impatient, just letting me know she was ready. I began to tease her soft, silken flesh with my lips, my tongue. She was wet and warm and receptive to every motion of my mouth, whether I was pressing my tongue tip-first or flat upon the sensual button of her clit, or parting her sweet outer lips to taste the slick flesh beyond. Although Maddie was lazily infrequent in her aesthetic grooming (she had about a fortnight's worth of hair grown back on her mound which scratched and tickled my nose as I pressed my face into her cunt), I realised she was religious about keeping her labia silky smooth, and there was no friction or resistance as I stimulated her.

Whether as a testament to my own skill or, probably more likely, her absolute horniness, I soon had Maddie moaning and gasping loudly. I could feel the tension building in her loins and then, in a wave of repetitive bursts, exploding outward as she came. Wickedly I reached up beside my head, gripping her narrow hips in my hands, pulling her towards me, keeping my face pressed into her sex while my tongue did its work, unable to get free even though the intensity of her orgasm was multiplying, driving her to break free. At last, I felt her cool palm press on my forehead, pushing me away, and I drew back as she curled up, sighing and contented, rolling sideways on the bed with a hand between her legs to hold and protect her throbbing, wet cunt while her orgasm subsided.

I stood up, walking up alongside the bed and tousling her short hair, but my flatmate was too dizzy to respond. Wet-faced and grinning, I slipped out of her room.

---

Of course, in spite of the fact that Maddie getting head from me had been the prize for her victory in our gaming contest, I felt reasonably certain that she wasn't going to go without paying me back in some way. I recalled our conversation when I'd first offered her the use of my PlayStation during the day, and her offer to repay me by letting me watch her masturbate -- she seemed to have a sense that a debt should always be repaid, even if it wasn't actually a debt at all.

Sure enough, a couple of days later and I was sat at my computer, video-conferencing with a client. In acquiescence to the webcam being on, I was wearing a plain grey t-shirt, but out of shot, below the waist, I was otherwise nude.

A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I glanced over to see Maddie in the doorway. As usual, she wasn't clothed, and so to emphasise the need for her to remain out of sight I pointed at the plant pot in which sat, clearly visible, our home-made 'Will is on a call, so no naked photobombing' flag.

She nodded in understanding, but instead of stepping back to another area of the flat until I was done, my flatmate dropped to her hands and knees. Baffled, but acutely aware that I shouldn't be looking away when my client was talking, I turned back to the screen, as Maddie crawled her way across the floor, trying to stay out of sight.

I'd assumed she needed to get to the kitchen, which was in the path of my webcam's aperture, which was why she was crawling. But as she drew closer, she made a sudden beeline for me, and before I knew what was happening she'd disappeared under the table I was using as a desk.

It didn't take a great deal of insight to know what Maddie planned to do next -- but I was helpless, as I couldn't very well interrupt the client to say, just a minute, I just need to tell my naked flatmate to get out from between my legs. I braved a glance down, and was greeted with a broad and wicked grin looking up at me, and then Maddie took my flaccid cock in her hands and plopped it into her wet and eager mouth.