The Good Girl

After having to kick my last two roommates out, it was really the only decision I could make. Sure I had a great time drinking and girl chasing with my former two roommates, but in the end, the rent has to get paid. Chris was maybe a little too uptight, too conservative. He was just a straight arrow kind of guy. But I knew, without a doubt, he would pay his share of the rent and that's all I cared about.

One of the other benefits of having Chris around was that he came with a girlfriend that was pretty, personable and helped clean up around the apartment. She would even cook meals. Bonnie was as conservative as Chris, the blond hair pulled back, prim, proper kind of girl, and genuinely nice to have around. She would wear flattering clothes, wool skirts, button up sweaters, always stockings, but nothing ever revealing. They were such straight arrows that when Bonnie slept over, either she or Chris was on the couch.

Chris had been living with me for about three weeks and I casually asked him about it. He answered with, "Well what do you mean, we're not married yet." It was like I had asked him why he breathed. I dropped it.

Working freelance meant that I kept an irregular schedule, which I'm sure drove Chris nuts. I would often wake up after Chris had gone to work early, as usual. Bonnie would be getting ready for her classes at the graduate school she was attending. She was usually in the shower and I would have to wait until she was done to get in the bathroom.

One morning I woke up, she was in the shower, and I had to pee, badly. I tied to wait her out, but I got to the point of not being able to.

I knocked politely on the bathroom door, "Um, Bonnie. Bonnie."

"What, whose that?" she said in a startled voice.

"Um, so how much longer you, ah, going to be."

"Oh, sorry, you scared me a bit. Well I just put soap in my hair. I'm sorry. I'm in your way aren't I?"

"Well, I just have to pee. I don't mean to rush you, but..."

"Oh, um, well just come in. It's fine."

"Really, you sure?" I said stunned. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

I pushed open the door and headed straight for the toilet to pee.

"Thanks. Really. I'm not sure if I would have made it."

She giggled. "Don't worry about it. Just don't say anything to Chris, he'd have a bird."

"You got it."

The bathroom was your usual small city bathroom. The bathtub was old and it took two shower curtains to cover all the sides. The curtains were installed non-to expertly by myself.

It was a relief to finally be peeing. I was a little embarrassed for Bonnie. I finished, put myself away and swung around to wash my hands at the sink. As I did I noticed three inch opening between the two shower curtains. I also noticed Bonnie turning in the shower to face the shower head. I got a quick peek at her cute little ass. It must have been all but a second of peeking. I finished washing and couldn't help but take another quick peek and headed out the door.

"Thanks again Bonnie." And I smiled to myself. "You're a life saver."

"No problem, my pleasure." And she paused. "But make sure you..."

"Don't tell Chris." I finished.

And she laughed and I headed out the door. And as I did it kind of dawned on me. If I saw her through that little opening, was she watching me? Nah, not Bonnie. And I went through the door, with my little fantasy in my head.

I was making coffee in the kitchen, and Bonnie stuck her head in.

"See ya, and, um, I really try not to be in the way here, so, if you have to pee when I'm in the shower, um, just come in. Ok?" and I could see her cheeks start getting flush.

"Your no bother around here, really Bonnie. If anything you're a great help. And thanks, I will."

And I thought I saw her trying to repress a smile as she popped her head from the doorway. And I kind of stood there dumbfounded. Maybe she actually was watching. And was she aware of my peeping? I really couldn't see it. It had to be my dirty little mind working overtime.

Over the course of the next few days, nothing else was said. We had talked a few times, but I was busy and Bonnie and Chris were in and out the apartment living their straight arrow lives.

One morning I woke up and heard the shower running and decided to see what would happen. I checked to make sure Chris wasn't around, even though it was 9:30, and I knew he had been gone for hours.

I knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Bonnie."

"Hi." She said in her usual bright voice. "Need to pee?" She giggled.

'Yeah, is it ok if I come in?"

"Of course."

I walked in and thanked her. And went about my business with the idea in my head that she was watching. Which of course lead to my to my cock growing bit, thus making me take a little longer to finish peeing. I did what I thought was my part and took a little peek through the opening in the curtains. She again was turning and I saw what I thought was a tattoo on her back, about 3/4 down her spine. On my way out I confirmed it with another quick peek. Maybe there was more to this girl than I knew.

"Thanks Bonnie." I said on my way out.

"Sure, and you can stop thanking me."

"Ok, ok, I will."

We both laughed as I headed out the door.

It worked out that her shower schedule coincided with my waking three days that week. The second day I made sure I moved little more to the side so she would have a better view if she was looking and my eyes lingered a little longer when I peeked inside the shower. I couldn't get a full view through the opening, but I made sure to get a longer look at her perfect back, cute ass and legs. I wasn't sure how long this little game would last, but I wanted to take advantage of it while it lasted.

By the third day, Friday, I noticed on my way in that the little opening had gotten bigger and my cock got immediately hard when I walked in. I stood there off to the side, holding it for what seemed like forever waiting for the piss to work its way through my hard cock. Finally it began to stream and at first I had hard time making it into the toilet. After what seemed to take an eternity, I finished and took my requisite glance into the shower. Bonnie was rinsing her hair under the spray and I stood there peering at her beautiful body stretched out before me. She had a big grin on her face as she moved her hand through her hair. My eyes moved down her body to her breasts, stomach and to her little patch of blonde pubic hair. It was probably five seconds, but it seemed like hours. I quickly washed my hands and stole another quick look.

"Hey see ya." Was all I could come up with as I left.

"Yeah, you bet." And I imagined her smiling at how flustered she made me.

Was she really doing this? Hell was I? I thought as walked to my room. Was I really displaying myself for her, and she for me? It was going to be a long weekend.

As usual nothing was said either that day or the next two. The three of us had dinner on Sunday together and I couldn't help but keep picturing Bonnie naked as we ate. I wasn't even sure if Chris had seen her naked yet. I excused myself after dinner to go down to the local bar for a drink. It was getting a little uncomfortable in the apartment.

Bonnie had gone to her apartment on Sunday night and I got home late on Monday night and couldn't be sure if there was someone on the couch. But I woke to the sound of a shower Tuesday morning. I jumped out of bed and didn't bother to put anything on over my boxer shorts.

I knocked on the door wondering if out game was still being played. "Hey Bonnie, mind if I..."

"Come on in!" she almost sang.

"How are things morning?" I asked while walking in.

"Umm just fine, thanks."

I had been hard since my feet hit the floor and I was fully erect while I stood at the toilet waiting to the piss to start. I heard the little rings on the curtain move and could feel Bonnie's eyes on me. After struggling to pee while I was hard and not make too much of a mess, I had to take a peek to my side. There was Bonnie standing in the tub watching me. She just stood there and smiled, watching as the piss flowed into the toilet until the last drops seeped out.

"Why don't you put the lid down, sit and talk to me while I finish up." She said to break the silence. "No, don't put it away. Just sit there."

Bonnie pushed open the curtains. She leaned over and grabbed the soap off the shelf and began to rub the bar across her chest and down her stomach.

"You can stroke it while you watch me if you if you want."

She put the soap down and continued to spread the soap over her body with her hands, stopping to pull gently on her breasts. I just sat there and stroked my cock. She toyed with her cunt, sliding her fingers down through her folds, then back up her stomach. I was stunned and hot. She moved to the edge of the tub and turned so I could watch her soap her ass. She was about a foot from me now. She turned back to face me and bent slightly, and offered the palms of her hands.

"When you cum, just cum in my hands." And she made a little cup shape. "Go ahead, look at me so you cum. Right here."

I stood and stroked faster. I erupted into her hands. She cupped my cock so nothing would leak out and waited for me to stop.

"It's been so long since I felt this." And she brought her hands up to her nose. "It smells so good."

She seemed completely lost in the moment, like I wasn't sitting a foot away. Then she looked right at me with a lusty smile and rubbed my cum all over her tits and stomach. She moved it all over with the palms of her hands like she was soaping up, getting clean. I wanted to touch her, but I knew that wasn't part of the game.

"Thank you." She said and she began to blush a bit and closed the curtains.

"No, thank you Bonnie." And I left.

I sat in my room trying to think of what to say to her when she came out. I heard the door open. Then he front door open and close. She must have had her clothes with her. Chris was leaving for a business trip that night. I wasn't sure when I'd see Bonnie again.

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That night I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a key in the front door and saw it swing open.

"Hi, I was bored and I thought I'd come over." Bonnie said as she closed the door behind her.

"Did Chris go on his trip?"

"Yeah, but what the hell else am I going to do tonight. And Bonnie pulled a six pack from the bag she was carrying. I think it was the first time I heard her utter anything that could be called a swear. "I brought some beer, been a while since I had one. Here you go." And she handed me a bottle.

"Thanks." I sputtered and took a long swig.

She was wearing her usual grad school attire. White button down shirt, red skirt about half way down her thighs, white stockings. The only difference was her shiny red, pointy toed shoes with an open back. And a heel. A thin three-inch heel. Bonnie never wore a heel. She said they weren't proper.

"Sorry ran out of here the other day." She pulled back almost half the beer and she sat on the chair next to the couch. " I guess I got a little, ya know, nervous."

"Really, why?" I said with a large grin on my face.

She laughed, and it seemed break the tension in the room. She finished her first beer and opened a second for both of us.

"I guess I have a little explaining to do."

I sat on the couch next to the chair she was in.

"Well, it was only a few years a go, and I was pretty wild. I had just gotten out of college, barely, and was living from friend's apartment to friend's apartment. I was just one party after another, taking way to many drugs, having a lot of sex, drinking and, did I mention having a lot of sex? It was crazy, sometimes kinky, it kind of just opened me up."

She paused to take a swig of her beer. I was hoping my jaw hadn't fallen open too much.

"It was really getting dangerous. The drugs were really out of control. And then right as I hit rock bottom, I found Chris, who, as you know, is the most conservative guy in the world. But he kind of saved me."

I drank my beer. She drank hers. She looked right at me and her eyes were all fiery.

"That was more than two years ago. I got cleaned up. Chris was amazing and patient, and we had this wonderful relationship. No sex. Nothing." And she seemed rather pleased with her self. "I was going to a therapist at the time, Chris didn't know. Never would have liked that. Thought they were a waste of money. But she said I probably shouldn't go cold turkey like that."

"But..." I said.

"Well it was just too good then. I felt too, I don't know, nice." She finished her second beer and began to open a third for us.

I wasn't sure why she was telling me this. Was she trying to apologize for everything. Maybe telling me to forget the whole thing, because she is really a nice girl. She handed me another beer.

"Um, thanks. Before you go on, I have to use the..."

"Hang on, let me finish my story." She smiled. "Well, lately I've been feeling the need to be a little wild, like part of my old self peeking through. When you knocked on that door, it began to rush back. You like my new shoes?" and she stood up to model them.

"Actually I really do Bonnie. I just thought you'd wouldn't wear...so why is it your telling me all this? Although it does explain the tattoo on your back."

She put her hands on her hips and scolded me, "So you were watching! And I thought I could trust you!"

And she had me until she fell out laughing.

"Finish your beer like a good boy."

I drank the last of the bottle and she did the same.

"Now come with me." And she led me to the bathroom. She pushed the shower curtains back out of the way and stepped in the tub. She turned around, put her hands on the wall and bent over slightly. "Unfasten my skirt."

I guess she wasn't apologizing. I unbuttoned the top button and pulled down the zipper. She turned around and let the skirt fall the bottom of the tub and kicked it to side. She was wearing thigh high white stockings and she pulled up the bottom of her shirt so I could see her white silk panties.

"I loved watching you piss. Your turn now."

A dark wet spot began to form on the front of the white panties as her piss started to stream out the sides and through the silk. Large dark patches formed on her stockings as they became wet and I watched the pee trickle over her shoes. She was rubbing her hand over the outside of the panties, letting the wetness flow over it. She pulled aside her panties to show me her piss flowing out of her cunt and looked up at me.

"You like watching me wet myself? I've been dreaming about showing you." And a finger slipped into her cunt as piss slowed to a trickle.

She slipped down to the bottom of the tub, with one foot under her and one perched on the side of the side. Her panties still pulled to one side, a finger rubbing the outside of her cunt.

"Take out your cock. I bet you have to pee real bad after those three beers. No, no...stand right there. I told you kinky right? Jut hold that hard cock until you piss." And she sat there waiting for it, her eyes on my cock.

It took a little while but the piss began to flow. It hit her in the chest and within seconds the front of her shirt was soaked, the brown of her areola and nipples showing through the now sheer material. I pointed the stream at her cunt while her finger moved furiously in and out. She came almost immediately with a scream. She moved her leg down after she peaked and dove her head under the now waning stream, wetting her hair, piss dripping down her face. She wiped her face with her hand. A few drops leaked out of my prick as her mouth opened to take it in. Her head moved back and forth on my cock as she pulled open her shirt and pulled down her soaked bra.

"You are so fucking great...uuugh, I'm..." and she pulled her mouth off my cock and began to pump it with her hands until I came.

She pumped the cum over her chest and caught the last few spurts in her mouth.

"I hope that wasn't too wild." she said kneeling in front of still stroking my twitching prick.

"No, I think that was just right." I said, not quite sure what to make of all this.

"Gooood." She said with a big grin. "I didn't want to scare you. I'm really a mess." She said as she leaned back against the tub surveying her body. "You like seeing your cum on my tits?"

I like seeing my everything on your tits." And I reached down to touch them, but she slapped my hand away.

"Go away now, let me get cleaned up." And she stood up, slipped her shoes off and peeled the soaked white stockings from each leg, pushed down her panties and pulled off her shirt and bra. She stood there for a moment, letting me look at her naked. "Shows over. And thank you for watching." And she laughed, closed the curtain and started the shower.

I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. I wanted to watch her. I put my cock back in my pants, opened the door and left.

I was sitting on the couch when she walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. And her red shoes. The towel was just big enough to cover some of her tits and end just below her ass. She walked over to me and stood in front of me, straddling my knees, smiling.

"So, what do you think?" she asked while looking down at me.

"That was the most beautifully wild thing I've ever done." I said.

With that she leaned over and kissed me.

"It was pretty naughty. We'll talk about it more after. But now I need you to pleasure me."

She the unwrapped the towel from her body and let it fall to the floor. Her cunt at eye level. I moved my mouth closer and let my tongue lick between the folds.

"Mmmmmm...that's right, your turn to make me come." She said as she pushed the back of my head closer.

I fucked her with my tongue and then started sucking on her clit, inserting a finger into her pussy.

"Yes, oh you don't know how long...faster please...two fingers. Uuuuugh suck on me yeah that's it. So long...for this...you fucking making me come..." And she went over the edge pushing my face hard into her pussy.

I leaned back enough to see her chest heaving. Her left hand still rubbing her nipple, her right hand still grasping my hair.

" Thank you." she whispered her eyes closed. She bent down and kissed her wetness off my face. "That tastes good." She grinned. And just stood there over me, looking, still standing straddling my knees. "I promised myself." She said biting her lower lip. "That I wouldn't. But..." Her hand reached down to her cunt and she softly began to move her fingers through the folds. "Take out your prick."

I reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock.

"Now I'm not promising I will." And she kneeled on the couch, straddling lap.

"Do you need some convincing? I could put one of those beautiful tits in front of me in my mouth." I said.

"Um, yeah, maybe..."

I took one nipple into my mouth and I caressed the other in my hand. For about a minute she said nothing. Just cooing and aaahing as a sucked on one tit, moving my tongue across the nipple.

"Fuck." She finally said. And she reached for my cock with her hand, holding just below her pussy. "Now I'm going to fucking ride you." She said with a little anger in her voice. "You better make this worth it."

And she plunged down on my cock and held it there. Sitting there with her cunt totally engulfing my cock. Breathing hard.

"Fuck me!" she screamed and she began to wildly move up and down over my prick. I met her thrusts, our hips slamming into each other. I leaned back and watched her tits shake with each thrust. I put my hands on her shoulders to help pull her down with each stroke, sucking on her tits as I could catch them in my mouth. I was about go over the edge. My head was swimming in all the lust.