Roommates Pt. 01: Under the Cover

Michael and I had been together for a few years and living together for most of that time in a 2 bedroom, 1.5 bath apartment. When his friend Sean ended a relationship and was looking for a new place to live, it was easy enough to agree that he could use our extra bedroom.

I liked Sean. He was easy going and he and Michael were pretty close. I wondered sometimes about them. Some straight friends are positively homophobic about physical contact with each other. The lines get clearly drawn. With Sean and Michael, things were almost as friendly as I was with my female friends. They touched casually, an arm slung across the back of a couch that didn't immediately flinch away if they touched the other, bumped shoulders to nudge one of them to the side in the small kitchen, a hand on the arm to get someone's attention.

I noticed that Michael initiated more often. He was just a toucher but Sean leaned into the touches, and seemed to actively want them. He often did things to put himself where Michael would touch him. Michael's desire for constant physical contact was something I had come to terms with in our relationship and consciously accommodated, even learned to like. I preferred to have my personal space but with Michael, I didn't mind so much. Sean seemed to bypass my usual boundaries too. I didn't immediately move away when he got too close.

Clothing in a mixed-gender roommate situation can be tricky. With the single full bathroom, people ended up traipsing through the hallway in a towel after a shower because other people needed in there. The room I shared with Michael had the half-bath in it but that meant that even our room wasn't off limits if Sean needed to use the toilet while the other bathroom was occupied. We agreed to minimum rules - beach dressed - which led to the men mostly wearing only shorts and me wearing a tank top and a skirt or a sun dress most of the time. Comfortable but covered.

I caught Sean staring at my braless breasts in a revealing tank top one day and stealing glances at Michael's half-hard package in basketball shorts another day and concluded that he was probably bi or maybe just human. I was less sure about Michael's orientation. We had only talked about general terms in a discussion about experimentation but I wasn't sure how far he had gone with a man or whether he would be interested in further experiments while sober.

I was sure that Michael got off on potentially getting caught. He'd urge me to suck his cock in the car in a mostly deserted area or slide my skirt up and play with my pussy while Sean was in the next room, only stopping at the very last moment.

One day, we were stretched out on the couch, planning to start watching the second season of True Blood and giving each other teasing little touches, when Sean got home from work.

"Wait," he requested. "I want to see that." We waited. He emerged from the hallway 15 minutes later with wet hair and wearing only basketball shorts. Sean pointed towards the end of the couch where we were laying and we tucked our feet up so he could sit at the end. I pulled the light throw blanket from the back of the couch to go over us. I didn't want to flash him accidentally; if I gave a show, I wanted it to be on purpose.

Michael lay on his back with his head turned towards the TV. I was on my side, with one leg thrown over his and wedged between him and the back of the couch. Sean was at our feet and we hadn't even finished the opening credits before Michael had stretched back out, putting his feet in Sean's lap.

True Blood is just shy of being soft core porn in some episodes and as we watched them, we got a little worked up. Under our cover, Michael played with my breasts and had my skirt slid the whole way up to my hip. I pinched Michael's nipples and then slid my hand down. It was easy to get beneath the elastic waist band of his shorts to caress his cock and balls. I kept my movements slow and they were partially hidden by the blanket but if Sean had been paying attention, he would have noticed.

I shifted restlessly and Michael pressed my butt, so my clit kept rubbing against his leg. I fought the rising desire, not wanting to cum with Sean at our feet. At the same time, I picked up the pace of my hand on Michael's cock. If he was going to make me cum with his friend right there, I intended to return the favor.

I looked up at Michael and noticed that he was watching Sean more than the TV so I studied Sean too. His cock was hard and obvious within his basketball shorts. He fidgeted under Michael's legs. One hand was on Michael's feet. At first, I thought Sean was trying to keep Michael's legs from rubbing against his cock but then I realized he was just holding them both very still, with Michael's calves pressed against him.

Every time Michael shifted me to press my clit to his leg, Michael's leg moved against Sean's cock. Sean seemed to be focusing desperately on the TV screen. I wondered if he was wishing he could do more to join us or feeling uncomfortable with the contact and decided that if he were uncomfortable, he would probably get up and move. He had chosen to sit on the couch with us instead of on the recliner.

Michael's hand that had been playing with my nipples slid down between my body and his leg, finding my clit. He toyed with it, pinching and giving me that last bit of stimulation that made it impossible to resist the orgasm. It crashed over me in a wave. I pressed my face against his shoulder to muffle my cry.

I squeezed his cock, spreading the bead of precum smoothly over the head and rubbing the sensitive underside just beneath over and over again. I stretched up to nip his ear and whispered, "Did you like your friend watching me cum? Do you want to cum right here in front of him?"

Michael's breath caught and he thrust with his hips to speed up the slide of my hand on his cock. Sean's face was still towards the actors on the screen and their mostly naked, writhing, bodies but his attention was clearly on us. Michael came with a soft grunt, coating my hand, his own chest, and the underside of the blanket. Sean made a soft sound too, then abruptly stood, turned his back to us, and hurried down the hallway.

I paused the episode and used the blanket to clean up most of Michael's cum, folding it to conceal the dampness. When Sean returned, red-faced, he was wearing a different pair of shorts. We were sitting with Michael on one side of the couch but not the whole way in the corner. My head rested on his shoulder. His arm stretched over the couch behind me. Sean sat on my other side, solidly on his own cushion but not in the corner.

When Michael's hand rested on his shoulder, he didn't pull away. Instead he shifted a little closer to me, as if wanting to be part of us. I knew then that we were okay and I wanted more. The little touches between the men made me wonder what it would be like to see them together.