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Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 02

By: Jjonest



Note: This story picks up immediately where the last one left off. It takes a slightly different twist, but still centers on the intimacy and vulnerability of the two characters sharing more experiences. Thank you all for the positive feedback and personal emails you have sent. I appreciate the kind words, and hope you all enjoy the next installment!





"Ash," a thought popped into my head. "Since I saw and got to experience something that my girlfriend would never let me see in a million years that really turned me on, is there anything you'd want to see or do that your boyfriend wouldn't do?"

Her eyebrows popped up. She had a sly smile creeping up. 

"It's only fair, right?" I said playfully. 

"Well, I've never told anyone this, but there is one thing you could do..."

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"Name it." I said before even contemplating what it could be. 

"Well I need to buy a few things first, but let's plan for Thursday night. Ok?" She said mysteriously. 

"What is it?" I hated not knowing. 

She shrugged her shoulders, "Guess you'll have to wait and find out." 

We continued eating dinner on the couch as we watched TV. I have no recollection of what we watched; my mind was busy trying to guess what she had planned. I couldn't take much more of it. "That's it for me, I'm calling it a night." I said taking my plate over to the kitchen sink. 

"Have a good night." Her eyes never left the TV and she stayed on the couch. 

I headed into the bathroom and left the door open expecting her to join as she usually did in the evenings. Since she wasn't in the bathroom yet, I started with the mundane first. I brushed my teeth, taking an extra long time. I washed my face, and pretty much just started to kill time by staring at the mirror hoping she'd join. 

I glanced out of the room and saw that she hadn't moved from the couch. Maybe she just wants a little alone time I thought. This seemed strange though, since we were both normally eager to share this time together. Is it possible she was more embarrassed than she let on after our previous time in the bathroom? Was she embarrassed I saw her poop? Embarrassed she saw me jerk off because of it? Some combination of the two?

I thought of a dozen possible reasons why she hadn't joined me yet and none of them were good. I finally calmed down and convinced myself I had to be overthinking the whole thing. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can get insecure about something, even after we just talked about how it was normal and agreed everything was fine. But was it? There I go again. 

My bladder painfully snapped me out of this negative thought spiral. As I walked over to the toilet and lifted the lid, vivid images raced through my head of Ashley sitting right here. I remembered the smell perfectly, as if her unique earthy scent was filling up the room now. Just thinking about it made me hard and I realized I had been standing there holding my erection for probably a minute or two without peeing. I took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly as a little urine finally started to flow out inconsistently making a rather pathetic trickling noise in the bowl. Eventually the blood flow decreased enough to turn the trickle into a satisfying and steady stream. 

I looked over my shoulder as the stream died down into a few drops, still hoping she would come in. But no such luck. No Ash and I had no more reason to be in here. I shook off the last few drops and tucked my now soft penis back into my boxers as I left the room. To my surprise the couch was empty, and her bedroom door was now closed. That meant she had to have walked past the bathroom while I was peeing with my back to the door. Did she really walk past and not come in? 

I went to my room and slowly became obsessed as to why she never came in. It just wasn't like her and frankly it kind of stung a little. I actually felt rejected in a strange way. She's just a friend. A roommate and a close friend. I shouldn't feel like this just because she didn't follow our silly routine. After undressing, I slipped into bed. A familiar tingling sensation kept me awake as my hand naturally found my growing erection. I loaded up a favorite porn site on my laptop and slowly stroked away my stress. The more turned on I got, the faster my hand moved and I realized I wasn't even watching the video. I was just reliving that strange, intimate moment in the bathroom with Ashley. The smell still strong in my head, the awkwardness, how embarrassed she was with me there, how nervous I felt...my hand was now moving up and down my length furiously. As I spewed my load all over my belly, I remembered her watching me cum last time. My breaths slowed and I fell asleep almost immediately. 

The next morning I awoke to the sound of loud moaning. Really loud. Was Ashley masturbating purposely loud so I would hear? My eyes finally blinked open a few times and realized I never shut my laptop. Porn was playing all night. I found that slightly amusing and shut my laptop wondering how many different orgasms I must have slept through. 

I pulled on my boxers and headed toward the bathroom. Ashley's bedroom door was open; that was a good sign. The bathroom door was also open and I walked in hoping to find her there. But again she was nowhere to be found. I peeked in her room and found nothing. She must have left for work early. 

Man that's twice we missed our normal bathroom routine. Was she doing this on purpose or is it all in my head? I just couldn't let it go. 

The next few days were just as bad. I didn't see her much. I got a text saying she was spending the night at her boyfriend Mark's place. The problem only grew in my head. It had to be intentional that I hadn't seen her in the bathroom since we shared that intimate experience. There was no other explanation in my head. 

It was actually starting to bum me out thinking I ruined a good thing we had between us when I got another text from her. 

"Staying at Mark's again tonight. Sorry I've been so distant. Looking forward to tomorrow night!"

Tomorrow night? I had completely forgotten about that...her mysterious thing she had in mind. I was so caught up in my worrying about why she wasn't using the bathroom with me that I stopped thinking about that altogether. Maybe this really is all in my head. 

But that thought didn't last long. My insecurities got the better of me yet again. Here I was imagining what strange fetish she was waiting to unleash on me, or maybe she was really bad at giving blowjobs and needed some extra practice. But now I realized how ridiculous that was. It was probably apple picking or watching some girly movie or some other silly thing her boyfriend wouldn't want to do. 

Yes it had to be something just friends would do. Obviously. Besides I'm dating Shannon; hell, we're planning on living together in the fall and I'm worried about Ashley not joining me in the bathroom. What the hell is wrong with me? I tortured myself like this for a while before finally focusing on the positive, that I would hangout with Ashley again tomorrow night, even if it was only as friends. I did actually miss hanging out with her, not just in the bathroom, but chatting with her at night about our days. I guess she really was a good friend. 

When I got home from work the next day, she was sitting on the couch as I opened the door. My heart raced. I had so many insecure thoughts running through my head the past few days, but tried to play it cool in the moment. "Hey, Ash."

"Jason!" Her face lit up. 

God it was good to see her smile. So many fears erased in an instant. Why did I fear anything?

"Look, I made us dinner!" She had the table filled exotic dishes. 

"This looks fantastic. Wow, thanks. I don't know what to say."

"Well we've gotten really close, and you're such a good friend I just wanted to do something nice for you. I'm not much of a cook and wanted to experiment with some recipes I found online." She giggled. 

And then I realized this was her big surprise. She had to buy a few things...those were obviously the ingredients. She's not much of a cook, so she probably didn't want to serve it to Mark in case it was awful. It all made sense. I could live with this. A good friend made me dinner! No complaints here. 

We got lost in conversation just like we used to and before I knew it, our plates were cleared and it was already getting late. "That was amazing. You had nothing to fear after all; you're a great cook!" I said as I started to clear the dishes. 

"Thanks. It was actually pretty fun. I was nervous you'd hate it." 

"Looks like you were worried for nothing." I said with a smile thinking how that statement really applied to me more than her. "Well thanks again. Enjoy rest of the night." I said trying not to push our friendship boundaries any further. 

"Whoa! Where are you going?" She said almost frightened and a little disappointed. "We didn't even do the...thing yet."

"What thing? I thought that was the dinner?" My heart raced all over again. 

"No." She looked amused. "No the dinner was not the thing I was talking about." Then her amused look turned a little worried. "Do you still want to do it?" She asked insecurely. 

"I don't even know what it is. But of course I'll still do it." It was amazing to see her on the concerned end of the conversation for once. "Soo...what is it?" Now the anticipation was killing me. 

"Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be in there in a sec." She said as she disappeared into her room. 

The bathroom? My mind flooded with every emotion that I felt over the past few days, both good and bad. I went into the bathroom and looked around for any clues of what she had in mind. Nothing out of the ordinary. What the hell could it be?

Finally Ashley walked into the room wearing her comfortable T-shirt and cotton shorts combo that she usually wore around the house. She set a plastic Walgreens bag on the counter. I couldn't tell what was in it from the shape. We both looked at each other anxiously. This was hard to take. 

"Well?" I finally broke the silence. "What are we doing?"

She blushed a little, mostly avoiding eye contact. "I've always wanted to be waxed."

"What?" I said more out of habit than not understanding her. Nevertheless she repeated herself. 

"I've always wanted to be waxed..." She said suggestively nodding and looking toward her waist. 

"I thought you liked your strip of little strip of hair...I think it's really sexy." Did those words really come out of my mouth?

"Not there...um, behind there..."

"What?" I think I knew what she was getting at, but secretly enjoyed the awkwardness and wanted to hear her say it. 

"I want you to... I want you to wax my asshole, okay?" She turned bright red, which actually surprised me. How could she be that embarrassed around me after all we've shared? 

"Oh, uh, okay" I almost laughed at how relieved I was that that's all it was. "I can do that." I said calmly and then a skeptical thought popped into my head. "You know you can get this done at almost any salon, right?" Was there some kind of catch I was missing?

"I don't want a stranger all up in my junk. I want you to..." She stopped mid-sentence like she had a much deeper thought she was trying to hold back. "Given our recent experiences, I know you won't be grossed out by doing this. I don't want some stranger regretting her life's choices as she's holding her breath waxing my ass."

She continued, "Besides, I thought we had a deal?" Her eyes looked so vulnerable, so helpless. I could tell she was worked up. Had she been nervous about asking me to do this? 

"Of course, I'll do it." It still didn't quite add up to me why she didn't have this professionally done somewhere, but I didn't want to talk her out of it. 

"Good." She finally said, as she blushed a little. "I know it's gross, but I don't think I can do it to myself."

"Ash, relax! I'll be glad to do it." I said as I rubbed her shoulder to calm her down.

I reached in the bag and fumbled with the instructions. "Seems simple enough. No heat necessary, just apply to skin, let it set, place paper strip on wax covered area and rip it off. Repeat as needed." I say more for my benefit than hers. 

"Great." She said facing the bathroom counter with her back toward me. I could see her face in the mirror as she unceremoniously dropped her shorts to the ground and kicked them off to the side. 

I stood there in shock for a moment just looking at her beautiful round cheeks. My mouth was probably drooling for all I know. In my head I figured she'd just slip her shorts below her cheeks. "I thought you'd be, uhhh more covered." 

"Jason, I have to remove my shorts...how else would you do it?"

"Of course." I said, still getting over the shock. Mentally I convinced myself all week that she didn't want to share any more intimate moments and now she was wearing only a T-shirt, bent slightly forward with her ass exposed to me. I could just barely see the crease of her lips poking through the bottom of her cheeks. It was a lot to take in. 

Carefully I slid her shirt up just above her cheeks. My hand rested on her warm lower back. I couldn't believe I was doing this. As my hand slid lower and closer to her butt, my nerves got the better of me. "Do you want to spread your cheeks?" I asked nervously. 

"I think you're going to have to do that, I'm bracing myself to handle the pain." She said as she stared downward into the sink and held onto the counter tightly. 

"Okay, sure." I forgot this was supposed to hurt. My hands slid down the sides of her round cheeks. They were so firm and yet had a gentle softness and jiggle to them as she adjusted her feet. My fingertips lightly pressed into her warm flesh and slowly I parted her cheeks revealing her hidden hole. 

I took in the view, noting how her soft skin got tighter with a few twisted wrinkles disappearing into a tiny hole. I saw how the skin turned smoother and stretched toward the folds of her tight lips below. There were a few short dark hairs on the sides of her intimate hole, but not nearly as many as I expected if she wanted to be waxed there. Vivid images of the last time we were in the bathroom together popped into my head. Remembering the foul contents she left in the toilet, I almost couldn't believe they came out of this impossibly tight, little hole. 

"Enjoying the view?" She asked jokingly. 

"Uhh." I stuttered. "I'm just seeing where the hairs are." I tried to recover but realized I had just been staring like a creep for who knows how long. "You really don't look too hairy, so hopefully this won't be that painful for you." I said trying to regain composure as if I wasn't getting more turned on by the second. 

"Well I do shave that area, but as you can see I'm far from perfect."

Looks pretty perfect to me, I thought to myself as I finally let go of her cheeks and watched them jiggle as they returned to their normal position covering her intimate treasures. 

I took out the little wooden stick from the package and dipped it in the wax. With one hand I lightly pulled her cheek out to the side exposing her again. I felt a little bit of heat radiating off her in the air. Now her scent met my nose, light, faintly dirty and real. 

She jumped a little as I slid on the wax on the inside of her left cheek. It made me laugh a little and I gently rubbed her cheek that I was holding to calm her down. 

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous and afraid it'll hurt." She admitted. 

"Just try to relax and I'll do my best to make it quick and painless." I realized that was a bit of an empty promise never having done this before. I found the long, narrow wax strip and placed it over the wax-covered area of her inner cheek, enjoying the firmness and gentle give of her flesh from the pressure. 

"Ready?" I asked. "I'll count down from three."

She nodded and braced herself looking downward. 

"Three..." I gripped her cheek firmly and ripped off the strip without fully counting down. She muffled her scream into her own shoulder, but her hips definitely writhed in pain. 

"Jeez that hurts." She whispered. 

I repeated the process a few more times and kept massaging the sides of her butt in between the painful removal parts. "You're doing great." I encouraged her as I found myself rubbing the meaty part of her cheeks in greater durations after each traumatizing rip. 

When I thought I gotten all of the hairs, I parted her cheeks with both hands and got on my knees to see if I missed any. Inches from her now red and pained cheeks, both holes were invitingly close to my face. I breathed in deeply and took in her unique scent. That distinct mix of natural body odor hit my senses like a hammer. My pants now felt painfully tight. Every natural instinct was driving me closer. It dawned on me that I had touched almost every inch of her behind without ever actually touching her slit or her tiny hole just above it. That fact alone felt like I was teasing myself, and made me crave more. Finally I snapped out of it remembering we're just friends...and more importantly neither of us was single. 

Not wanting to regret anything too much I got back to my feet and took a step back. "I think that's it." I said, a little sorry to be done, but knew I should quit while I was ahead. 

She twisted around so her butt was facing the mirror, and spread her cheeks to admire my work. "Beautiful." She said with a smile. 

"I'll say!" I added, laughing and shaking my head that I said that aloud. 

"This is going to be a little surprise for my boyfriend." She said with a smile. 

That brought me back to reality. A flurry of mixed thoughts ran through my head, mostly how lucky he was to have this be his surprise. 

"Now hopefully Mark will give that area a little attention." She said, a little embarrassed as the words came out. 

"You mean he doesn't already?" I asked in disbelief. 

She shook her head. 

"Yeah right...I bet he does everything he possibly can to your...to that area." I said trying to reassure her, but realized it only made her feel worse he hasn't explored her like that. 

"But hopefully now that it's waxed and super clean..." She shrugged and let out a soft sigh, suddenly not really up to talking about it. 

"Well I don't see how there's anyway he could resist." I said with a smile and rubbed her shoulder again. 

She pulled up her shorts and wrapped her arms around me in a grateful hug. "Thank you so much for doing this."

Her body felt warm and comforting. As she pressed into me, I awkwardly kept my hips back so she wouldn't feel my growing bulge. "The pleasure was all mine." I said. 

She blushed a little and headed into her room for the night. I followed suit and went into my room closing the door behind me. I saw my reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my door; my bulge was very obvious and wondered if she noticed it.

Lowering my pants, I watched my member spring free with a lively bounce and crawled into bed while stroking myself without missing a beat. That perfect tiny little hole consumed my mind as I gratified myself quickly, but my erection refused to go down. 

After the buildup of the first orgasm was gone, I was able to enjoy a much slower pace. Thinking about how I was just inches from her sexy ass, her soft skin twisting into a perfect circle, her tight lips descending below her intimate hole. The faint smell that no matter how clean, can never be fully washed away. I was already dripping precum again and slowly worked my way to another climax before drifting off to sleep. 

I didn't see Ashley again until the next evening when she was heading out the door to meet up with Mark. She spun around showing off her loose, silky summer dress. "How do I look?" 

"Gorgeous as usual. He's going to be all over you...everywhere." I offered trying to support her as any friend would. 


Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 02



"Let's hope." She crossed her fingers and left for the night. 

Once she was gone I began to imagine how he'd react. This was hard to do never having met him before, but surely he'd appreciate the effort she went through for him. And then it hit me, the fact that she did it all for him. And not for me. 

Not for me? What does that even mean? I denied it for quite some time before reaching the obvious conclusion that I was a little jealous. Ash and I had shared so many intimate moments, I felt a closeness with her that I never felt with anyone, and I didn't want her to experience that with anyone else either. And that thought worried me. 

We're just friends, I can't be jealous I told myself. It would ruin my relationship with Ashley and my girlfriend. And what worried me even more was that I was worried about those two relationships in exactly that order...afraid of losing what I had with Ashley more than my girlfriend. That was a depressing thought, which quickly shifted into thinking about how sad I felt for Ashley. What an awful feeling to feel unwanted from the person you love, to never get the kind attention you're craving. 

The next afternoon Ashley came home with a straight face and dropped her purse on the table. 

"So, any luck? Did he explore your hidden hairless hole?" I say jokingly. 

Shaking her head, she looked quite sad and headed straight for her bedroom before I could even ask what was wrong. 

"Ash?" I knocked on her door and entered without waiting for an answer. Her face was buried in her pillow, lying on her belly with her short dress just barely covering her cheeks. I could easily tilt my head and get a full upskirt view from this angle, which normally I would do in a heartbeat, but I was too focused on how upset she was. I've never seen her look this sad. "Are you ok? What happened?" 

"Nothing happened." She said muffled through her pillow. It sounded like she wanted to cry. 

I gently started to rub her upper back to calm her down without even thinking about it. 

"I just don't get it. Did we miss some spots?" She said helplessly. 

I ran my hand down her back on her dress and lightly over her butt. "No, I don't think we missed any spots. I can check if you like?" I say jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood. 

She subtly shrugs her shoulders. Did she think I was serious about checking? I noticed my hand was still resting on the top of her firm butt over the dress. What right do I have to keep my hand on her ass? My conscious asked me rhetorically. 

"Well if there's no hair, is it the smell? Am I really that gross?"

My hand slowly slid to the bottom of her cheeks, over the dress and down to the warm flesh of her thighs. Gently kneading her upper hamstrings, moving upward until I found myself rubbing the crease where her cheeks and thighs met. 

"I really don't think it smells." I say almost in disbelief that a girl so sexy and confident has been reduced to feel this insecure...and by her boyfriend of all people. My instinct to comfort her jumped into overdrive, and I realized I slipped a finger under her panties and was gently massaging the tender curves of her lower cheeks. Does she know I'm doing this? Does she care? I brush it off reassuring myself I'm just helping her relax. 

"How would you know if it smells?" She says almost defensively, "It probably smells awful, no wonder he wants nothing to do with it." She sounded so sad. 

Continuing to knead her behind from under her panties, my palms were resting halfway up the middle of her cheeks. I slid my hands out and pulled the elastic band down incredibly slowly revealing her crack inch by inch until her panties were resting by her thighs. 

"What are you doing?" She says softly and more breathy than her last sentence. 

"Just helping you relax, Ash." I said carefully helping myself to two handfuls of her firm cheeks.

"Well don't get too close, you'll probably run away from the smell." It almost sounded like a dare. 

"Jeez, Ash it doesn't smell." Something in me finally snapped, and I spread her cheeks slowly, exposing her perfect little hole. "See?" I said as I dipped my head lower and lower until I could practically feel the tingle of her skin on my face. I breathed in deeply and audibly. The smell was faint, but inviting. My nose circled around her hole without touching any skin, taking in the different scents that ranged from an earthy musk around her anus to the distinct smell of her now wet slit. 

"Jason...what, what are you...?" She said breathing so hard she was unable to finish the words. 

I felt the sides of her round cheeks gently pressing on both sides of my face as she squirmed from the shock. My nose dove into her hairless, knotted hole leaving my mouth hovering above her wet lips. I breathed in deeply savoring every nuance of her intimate odor. 

What am I doing? I thought helplessly as I bit into the side of her cheek feeling thick, tender flesh squish between my teeth. 

She let out a soft moan, a confused and frustrated sigh. "Jason!?" she cried into her pillow. 

My brain was two steps behind my body at this point, thinking I needed to stop this now as my tongue slid completely over her forbidden hole. She let out a loud gasp as she forced her head deeper into the pillow to silence herself. 

Over and over I tasted her ass, sliding my tongue in as deep as I could consuming her sour and lovely taste that was not at all what I expected. My head flooded with so many thoughts...STOP I screamed to myself mentally, I can't do this, and strangely I think back to our shared moment in the bathroom...and what came out of this hole. How is that even possible she was able to push that out of this super sexy, tight and perfect hole? Why am I thinking about that now? I scold myself unaware my tongue has been diving in and out of her for who knows how long, teasing her anus, craving more of her taste. 

Her hips wiggled uncontrollably as she lets out an unexpected scream. My mind focused for a second, realizing what I'm doing. How long has my hand been rubbing her clit? I don't remember even starting to do that, as my fingers moved faster and harder over her aroused tiny mound. 

I heard more gasps as if they were coming from a tunnel somewhere else. "Oh my god..." I know it's coming from her as she's buried in the pillow, but it doesn't seem to register in my focused brain. She moaned louder, lifting her hips off the bed, shoving her ass upward toward me, forcing my tongue deeper in her anus. I realize how close I am to coming from dry humping her bed. Have I been doing that this whole time? 

On the brink of erupting, any tiny ounce of my conscious left screams at every fiber in my body to STOP! It jolts me out of it and I lift my face slightly from between her wet cheeks. Breathing heavily as I stare at her two holes from the most intimate perspective, I can feel my breath bouncing off her carrying her seductive scent back into me. The air tingles my face as I feel it cool over her juices covering my mouth and the sides of my cheeks. 

I stand up immediately disgusted with myself. What have I done? My erection painfully throbbed against my pants. "I'm so sorry." I say as genuinely and regretfully as possible and run out of the room leaving her with her ass out in the open and her face still buried in her pillow. 

I rushed out of the apartment before truly grasping what I've done. I'm not a cheater, I tell myself over and over again. I don't want to hurt my girlfriend; I love her. Another thought terrifies me. Did I force myself on Ashley? The guilt was crushing me. It was too awful to think about. I couldn't go back to the apartment that night. Maybe ever. 

The next day she sent me a text. "We need to talk. Meet me at the coffee shop."

A public place for a breakup, this is bad. If she doesn't call the cops I'll be lucky. 

I walk into the coffee shop and find her sitting alone in the corner booth. I slid in and scooted close enough to her so that neither one of us had to make direct eye contact. The silence became too much for me to take. "Ash, I'm so, so sorry." I say with shame and guilt. The words don't even begin to cover it. 

"You should be." She said softly, still not looking at me. "That was really fucked up, Jason." 

I don't have a reply. She's right. 

After another long awkward silence she breaks the tension. "But I don't entirely blame you." 

"What?" I whisper in disbelief. 

"I've been going over it in my mind and I think this is my fault."

"How so?" 

"I knew Mark wouldn't do anything even if I was waxed, but I just wanted some attention there." She said now with her own guilty look. 

"That's fair, and mature of you to admit. But that doesn't give me the right to..." I can't even finish the sentence it sounds so bad in my head. 

"No, it doesn't. You should not have done that." After another long silence she continues. "But if I'm being honest with myself, I thought it would happen, and I didn't stop it." After a long pause, "I think I wanted it to happen."

Again I didn't know how to respond, and watched her own guilt begin to wear on her. "Don't do that." I finally said. "Don't take the blame for this." I added, "This is my fault. I took advantage of you while you were feeling vulnerable." I felt a little better actually saying those words, but not much. 

She looked sad, in a strange reflective way. "Jason. I asked you to wax my asshole." She said in all seriousness, under any other circumstances hearing that phrase said so seriously would have been hilarious. Now it was just awkward. "Not only that, I asked you to do that after I knew you were turned on from that area...from, well you remember."

I nodded. How could I forget?

"I asked you to wax me because I wanted someone to touch me there. Someone to be turned on from it." 

I nodded again. It made sense. "But still, I shouldn't have..."

"No, you're right." She cut me off. "But jeez, I'm not naive. I could have told you to stop. Hell I asked you if it smelled, practically begging you to check. Face it, I wanted you to do it." She lowered her head. "And you did."

I almost felt used, but that wasn't quite right. Confused and guilty was more accurate. 

"In fact that was why I stopped using the bathroom with you after that last time." She said softly. 

"Why? Because you didn't want me to get turned on? Take things too far? That doesn't make any sense. I thought you liked that I was turned on from that." I was lost. 

"I did like it, but that's not why I stopped. I didn't want you to get too used to it. I wanted you to miss it."

"What?"

"Once I knew I decided I wanted you to wax me, I wanted you to miss those private moments...so you'd," she paused, almost wondering if she should admit it, "so you'd be thinking about it, dying to see it again. So you'd be tempted to do more from the anticipation."

I was speechless. She really did want me to do it. My gut reaction was to be mad. She played games, manipulated me and I fell for it hook, line and stinker. It was deceitful, but truthfully I was amazed that she put that much thought into turning me on. It was flattering in a way. Not even my girlfriend had ever put that much thought into truly turning me on. 

Suddenly I was overwhelmed with thoughts of my girlfriend. She may never have done anything like that, but she certainly never tried to trick me either. She didn't deserve her boyfriend to do something like this. So many thoughts fell heavy on my conscious. 

"So where does this leave us?" I asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders helplessly. 

"Do you want me to move out?" I asked when I didn't really see many other options for us. 

"One of us probably should." She looked down again. "But I don't want that." She said in almost a whisper. "I don't want to lose you." She reached over and grabbed my hand. I lightly stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. 

"I don't want to lose you either." I said, surprising myself that I said it so quickly. We both sighed a little, relieved and amazed we felt the same way about our friendship. 

"Should we come clean? You tell Mark, I'll tell Shannon...and explain everything. Maybe they'll understand." I offer as a suggestion. 

"NO!" She said immediately. "They'd never understand. Well at least Mark wouldn't, I don't know if Shannon would...I've never met her. This has to be our secret. We'll just leave it as a fond memory...like a fantasy and nothing more."

"That will be hard to do." I said truthfully. 

"I know." She agreed quietly. Her eyebrows raised as if a light bulb just went off above her head. "Mark and I are going camping next weekend. We've had it planned for a while now. You and Shannon should join us." She looked optimistic and added, "in a separate tent of course."

"You think that's a good idea?" I asked hesitantly. 

"We've never even met each other's partners. Mark has mentioned wanting to meet you, this will be a chance to get to know each other quickly."

"Well, Shannon would love to meet you finally." So many thoughts ran through my head of how the trip could turn into a disaster, but the hopeful look on Ashley's face was impossible to turn down. 

"Besides," she turned a little more serious, "if we meet them, maybe it will make us realize what's at stake. Who we are hurting when we..." I could tell she was overcome with guilt and couldn't even finish the sentence. 

"You're right. It would be good to meet them. Put a face to the name. Shannon is not much of an outdoors girl, but I think I can convince her. Count us in."

Ashley's face lit up. It was good to see her carefree smile again. We toasted to each other and sipped on our coffee as the mood lightened. 

"Talk about a first." I add holding back a laugh. 

"Which one?" She joked. "Waxing someone?" The she blushed and added, "Rimming a girl?" 

"No, not that...licking a girl's asshole before kissing her lips." I said almost undermining all that we just talked about. 

She blushed more than I've ever seen her before, which is saying something considering all the situations I've seen her blush. 

She tried not to acknowledge it, but it was impossible to ignore the sly grin she was holding back. "To camping next week!" We toasted again, but just like that, the awkward tension had returned. 

To be continued...



Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 03



Note: This story takes place roughly a week after the last story. Be warned, there is plenty of bathroom activities and private intimate moments. If that is not your thing, please skip over this story. As always I look forward to hearing your comments. Hope you enjoy!

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The drive to the campsite had been unusually quiet. "You alright over there?" I asked Shannon, still amazed I somehow convinced her to go camping. She was the opposite of outdoorsy. 

"I'm fine." Shannon said. "Just wondering what a weekend of camping will be like, that's all." She said nervously. 

I couldn't help but think the only reason she agreed to this trip was because I had been so distant lately, and she was willing to sacrifice her own comfort to spend time together. After my recent interactions with Ashley, I felt terrible. Shannon had always been so sweet to me. We were far from a perfect couple, but that certainly did not excuse the things I had done with Ashley. 

I tried to put that all out of my head and relax. A weekend away from work and stress was just what I needed. 

After a few hours of driving, we pulled up to the entrance of the campgrounds. You had to park at the front and then carry everything to your campsite a few miles away. Ashley had already pointed out on a map where they'd be, a mere hour walk from here. I packed everything on my back that I could and Shannon and I headed off into the woods. 

We arrived the campsite exhausted and dripping with sweat, but the sight of Ashley instantly energized me. 

"You made it!" Ashley ran over and gave Shannon a hug. They exchanged pleasantries while I met Mark. He was a little taller than me, but otherwise fairly similar. Light brown hair, toned build, blue eyes. I started to wonder if Ashley had a type, and Mark and I were it. 

I began to assemble my tent right next to theirs. Mark was kind enough to offer a hand. He actually was very nice and friendly. In my mind I had built him up as this selfish jerk neglecting Ashley's needs. Perhaps that was a little biased. 

We spent the rest of the day drinking and chatting. Before it got dark, Mark and I built fire. Our dinner consisted of roasted hot dogs and smores. I was amazed at how well this was going so far. 

As the night wore on and the fire died down, I politely excused myself to find more firewood. As I stood up after hours of sitting, the pressure on my bladder finally started to set in. I wandered further into the woods, and found a nice private spot behind some trees and bushes. 

Although late in the evening, the sky was fairly bright from the full moon. The sound of my zipper broke the silence as I started to relieve myself. The air felt both warm and cool on my sensitive skin that rarely saw the outdoor world. The sound of my urine hitting the dirt and leaves pierced the night air. I let out a soft sigh and leaned back, aimed my stream nearly straight up and watched it arc several feet in front of me. Few things felt as satisfying as that. 

"Looks like fun!" 

I almost yelled from the shock, and jerked my whole body in the direction of the noise. 

"Jeez, watch where you're aiming that thing." Ashley said as she jumped to the side avoiding an unwanted golden shower. 

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry." I said, carefully aiming my high arcing stream away from her. 

"It's fine. I shouldn't have startled you like that." She said, still watching me closely and smiled. "But that does look like fun." She giggled. 

I felt the weight of her eyes on my crotch. I actually turned away slightly to protect a little modesty; it had been a while since she watched me pee and that initial, unfamiliar self-aware awkwardness came back like it was the first time. "I thought we agreed no more watching each other go...?" I asked, as I tried to cover my flaccid shaft that had nearly doubled in length and thickness since she startled me. 

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't intend to come watch you pee." She said, holding back a soft laugh. She turned her head, but was still partly looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "I was actually coming over here to do the same thing. Just didn't know you'd be here." 

As my stream died down, I shook off the last few drops. After I was completely finished, I still was holding it and held off tucking it back into my boxers. Whether that was on purpose or a subconscious move to be seen more, I don't know. 

Assuming I was done from silence, she returned her gaze to me. She couldn't hold back her smile when saw I was still holding it. God I love that feeling, I thought to myself. 

With her side facing me, she quickly slid her shorts down and squatted. It was quite a teasing view seeing the side of her thigh and butt, but not much else. I could barely make out a small stream forming into a puddle between her feet. My soft thickness was now growing harder and I finally decided it was time to put it back in my boxers. 

Ashley looked over as I did so and smiled, clearly watching the whole thing. "We did agree to not share bathroom moments, you're right. But I think we get a free pass on a camping trip." She wiggled her hips in lieu of toilet paper to shake the last few drops. 

"Good point. I mean what else are we supposed to do?" I added lightly, watching as she stood up and pulled her shorts up and over her toned thighs and curvy butt. 

"Well Shannon headed back to the camp entrance to use the facilities there. Mark went with her to be nice since it's already dark." 

"What? They did that rather than just go behind a tree? That's a few miles back, both ways." I found that hard to believe at first, but found it even harder to picture Shannon squatting in the woods. 

Ashley and I returned to the campsite and had a few more drinks around the warm fire knowing we still had quite a while before Mark and Shannon returned from their long bathroom trek. As usual, once we started chatting and laughing, the time flew. 

"It's getting pretty late. I should probably start getting my sleeping arrangements figured out before Mark gets back." Ashley said as she turned on a battery-powered light to make sure Shannon and Mark had something to look for. The fired died down now to just a few glowing embers. 

I stood up and dusted off my pants and started to head to my tent. 

"You can't just leave the fire like that, Jason. It's not safe." Ashley said. 

"Oh, good call. How do you put out a fire?" I asked realizing I've never done this before. 

"I guess you can pee on it." She said with a smile. 

"What?" I assumed she was joking. 

"Isn't that what guys do when they're camping? I'd do it but the logistics involved...I don't want burn my cheeks...or worse." She looked over slyly. "Just pee on it." 

I shrugged my shoulders and took a few steps closer to the fire. Ashley stepped right beside me and watched as I pulled out my penis for a second time in less than an hour. Fortunately the few recent drinks were enough to make me have to go, but Ashley's staring was enough pressure to prevent me from actually pulling the trigger. I took a few deep breaths, and tugged on my soft skin to help coax out the stream. 

The fire felt hot on my penis and Ashley took a step closer. She was practically touching my side. A few more deep breaths, and a few more gentle tugs and I was barely able to get out a few drops. The process left me completely hard. Ashley's face lit up with a smile that I couldn't tell if it was from laughing at the weak stream, or the fact my cock was now sticking straight out without the assistance of my hands. 

Smoke rose as the mixture of urine and fire created a loud hissing noise. I forgot I had an erection and was completely content sharing this moment with Ashley. I looked over at her, she looked up at me for the first time breaking her gaze of my crotch and we both laughed. 

"We made it!" I heard a deep voice from behind. 

Shit! Mark and Shannon were back and I tucked my erection back in my shorts and started using my beer to extinguish the flames. I leaned forward to hide my obvious bulge in my shorts. 

Mark saw me pour out the last of my beer as the flame died down. "Shoulda just peed on it." He joked as he took Ashley's hand and they disappeared into their tent. 

Shannon and I retired to our tent as well. My erection was still pulsing and my heart was pounding from nearly being caught. Shannon looked at me with mischievous eyes. Did she know me well enough to know I was hiding something? 

I was a little tipsy and decided not to let my erection go to waste as I kissed Shannon's neck. My hands ran up her belly, caressing her covered breasts and quickly undressing her as I had a thousand times before. It had actually been quite a while since we were last intimate, but it still felt the same. It always felt the same. Following our usual foreplay routine, it wasn't long until I was deep inside her, thrusting and holding her tight. Her soft moans in my ear got me even harder. I felt her warm embrace as she approached her climax quickly, but what sent me over the edge was thinking about how Ashley asked me to just "whip it out." 

In the entire time we've known each other we've watched each other pee several times before, but that was the first time she ever asked me to do it in front of her. The thought of her wanting to see me was too much to handle as my hips moved at twice their normal speed until I felt myself shaking, lying atop Shannon as the last few thrusts drained my body, leaving any cum I had left deep inside Shannon's tight slit. I kissed her neck, now getting drowsy as I heard her soft pants of satisfaction. 

As I snuggled with her, I couldn't help but imagine it was Ashley I was holding as we both drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning I awoke to find Shannon still asleep, cuddled in her sleeping bag. Her bare shoulder was exposed; reminding me she was completely nude underneath. I kissed her on the cheek knowing she wouldn't be up for a few more hours. 

I threw on my shorts and a T-shirt and headed out to my makeshift outdoor bathroom from the previous night. 

To my surprise, Ashley was already there. Sitting on a log facing me, her ass was hanging over the back edge. She had her arms crossed, resting on her thighs as she leaned forward. I saw this position before...once. 

"Morning." I said as I walked toward her. It was hard to hide my excitement of catching her during her private time, but I did my best to stay calm. 

"Careful, you might want to keep your distance." She warned me. 

"You do remember you stared at me all last night when I went." I reminded her, now glad to be on the other end. 

"I guess I can't stop you. I'm kind of immobile at the moment." She laughed, but clearly embarrassed and not thrilled I caught her in such a vulnerable position. 

I walked up closer than I needed to and slightly lowered my waistband to relieve my bladder right in front of her. My stream almost reached her feet, but I was careful not to get any on her. She laughed and shook her head, aware I was doing this for her amusement, but she still watched closely until I finished. 

"Well I'm glad this is fun and easy for one of us." She joked. "I'm almost done. Would you mind getting me some leaves or something to wipe with?" 

I shook my flaccid penis a few times, feeling it grow thicker with each shake. I looked around for some bushes or something that would be useful to Ashley. I tucked away my half erection and stepped over the log on which she was perched, and walked over to the nearest bushes. Well aware of the intimate view I could have now that I was directly behind her, but I respectfully did my best not to stare at her exposed ass. 

I scanned the bushes and leaves closely but thought of a huge potential problem. "Ash, I can grab you some leaves, but I can't promise they're not poison ivy...and I know you wouldn't want to rub your junk with that." I turned back, now facing her forgetting she's still going. My eyes immediately gravitated downward at the large, thick dark piece of waste slowly moving out of her anus. I was completely speechless and stopped in my tracks. I saw her go once before, but not even close to this much detail. 

It wasn't until I saw it happening that I noticed the unmistakable smell. Even in the woods, surrounded by plants and fresh air, the stench from her perfect little body and tight ass reached my nose. I couldn't believe it was still this powerful outdoors. "God Ash, somehow you managed to stink up the whole forest." I said jokingly, partly to tease her, but really I think I just wanted to make her feel embarrassed. 

"Oh shut up!" She snapped and crouched over her knees further as if trying to disappear. It was a powerful feeling knowing I could cause that kind of a reaction. 

I stepped over the log to give her a little, very little, privacy. 

"Are you planning on sleeping over here tonight?" She asked with a quirky grin? 

"What?" 

"Well it looks like you're pitching a tent..." Ash said, rubbing it in in a way that made me feel more embarrassed than her actually going. How does she do that? 

I looked down and noticed the bulge my shorts and blushed. "Sorry, it's not every day I see a gorgeous girl do... that." 

"It's ok." She cuts me off. "I still think about it almost every time I go." She blushed even more, I was not sure if it because she admitted thinking about the intimate and embarrassing time in the bathroom, or if it was because she was grimacing trying to finish. 

"Well can you at least find something I can wipe myself with?" She asked again as if it would change the options of what she could wipe with. 

"I told you, for all I know these could be poison ivy. If you want an ass rash help yourself." 

"Fair point." She said ever so slightly adjusting her hips and let out the tiniest sigh, I imagined it was from the relief of her long and thick log finally falling from her anus. She stood up and pulled her shorts to her mid thighs, which covered her slit but left her ass exposed. She dusted off her cheeks lightly while looking behind her to smile at her pile of hard work. "I saw on a map there's a little lagoon area up ahead. I can at least try to wash myself. Can you do me a favor and make sure I don't get eaten by a bear or something?" 

"Lead the way." I said, glad that she gave me a perfect excuse to join her. 

She turned and marched deeper into the woods, and I followed closely behind her watching her exposed cheeks jiggle with every step. My mind couldn't help but wonder how dirty her ass was from not wiping. The thought both grossed me out and excited me. 

I didn't notice a single thing we passed along the walk. My eyes never left her mesmerizing behind. We curved around a bend and I almost walked right into her when she stopped suddenly. 

"It's breathtaking." She said softly. 

"It certainly is." I agreed still looking at her round cheeks hanging out of her shorts and finally glanced up to see a hidden water paradise. Lush, flowery plants, guarded by rocky walls and a tiny waterfall spilling in the distance, surrounded a small pond. 

I walked up next to her, placing my hand innocently on her lower back a few inches above her bare behind. "This is unbelievable." 

A sly grin crept up her face and she turned away, pulling her shirt up over her head and quickly throwing her bra to the side. I watched as her full backside from shoulders to just below cheeks was exposed. 

She kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of her shorts and dove in without ever looking back. 

She let out a few high-pitched squeals and giggles, crossing her arms to cover her breasts as she emerged from the water. "What are you waiting for? The water is perfect!" 

I knew I shouldn't join her, but I was past rational thought now. I stripped down as fast as I could, discarding my clothes behind a bush and dove in to catch up with her. 

The water practically electrified my body. "I thought you said the water is perfect? This is freezing!" I said shivering as the air cooled on my wet skin while I stood up in the shallow lagoon. 

"You never would have joined me if I said it was this cold!" She giggled, pleased her little ploy worked. 

I was pretty sure I would have joined her even if it was molten lava, but she didn't need to know that. We both stood shivering, crossing our arms. The water rose to her hips, depending on how she moved I could just see her narrow strip of pubic hair. I however was completely exposed being a little taller than her. The water rose to my mid thighs and I could feel cold splashes on the head of my penis. 

Her eyes gazed downward and she tried to conceal her laugh. 

"What?" I said becoming more self conscious and glanced down to see that the freezing water was not kind to my extremities. 

"What are you laughing at?" I said defensively as I covered up my shriveled manhood. 

"Nothing, nothing." She said with a straight face and then broke out in a fit of laughter. "It's just, I've never seen it so small." 

"Ouch!" That was a huge blow to my ego, now overly aware of how naked and exposed I was. 

"No! That's not what I meant. I didn't mean it as an insult. I'm used to it being huge...I've just never seen it in this state." 

"You think I'm huge?" I asked genuinely surprised. 

Ashley blushed. "Geez, don't start fishing for compliments... you know you are." 

I did not know that, and I had no response, but it was an amazing and flattering thought. 

"Besides I'm not immune, the water is making my nipples hard enough to cut glass." She said slightly moving her crossed arms to expose her breasts while still pressing her cleavage together. Her normally quarter-sized areolas had shrunk to about the size of dimes, filled with light pink bumps as her nipples poked out toward me. 

"Oh yeah that's the exactly the same thing...the colder yours get the sexier they look. The colder mine gets..." 

She laughed and blushed as she covered herself once again, playfully splashing me with her spare hand. I splashed back with both hands, no longer covering myself. She squealed and turned away from the water, and then matched my efforts with her own two-handed splash. 

I chased after her as she ran toward the waterfall, and dove for her as we got closer. It was an innocent tackle, but I felt handfuls of soft flesh as I pulled her into the water before we emerged on the backside of the waterfall. 

She stood up right in front of me, her hair dripping, she crossed her arms and shivered visibly. She had that vulnerable look I never could resist. I felt her pronounced goose bumps as I rubbed her arms gently to warm her. My hands slid down closer to her elbows and my thumbs moved closer inward gently uncrossing her arms. 

Her breasts rose and fell dramatically as her breathing sped up. I stepped closer and she placed her hands forcefully on my chest. Clearly she was preventing me from stepping closer, but her hands sent a different message as they lightly trailed down my chest to my abs. 

"Looks like it's not so cold after all." she said softly, looking downward as my tip was now practically poking her stomach. She looked back up at me with wide eyes, torn from temptation and guilt. 

I didn't notice as my hands shifted from her arms to her hips until I saw my thumbs almost reached the bottom of her breasts when I gripped the sides of her torso firmly. Her hands trailed down my abs further, lingering just below my belly button. Our heads leaned in closer as she closed her eyes and lightly licked her lips. It was like a magnet pulling me in, my lips were so close to hers I could feel her breath on my face as I parted my lips to match hers. 

"Ashley? You over here?" A deep voice called out. 

"Shit." Ashley and I said in unison quickly ending our embrace. I dove behind a rocky wall nearby, hoping it would be enough to cover me until they left. I had a tiny view of Ashley through a slit in the rocky edifice. Her back was arched as she rinsed her hair in the waterfall. The posture emphasized everything seductive about her body. 




Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 03



"I'm here. Just washing up." She called out to him calmly. I was impressed at how quickly she made it seem like this was the most normal thing she'd ever done. 

I could make out Mark's bare torso as he finally came into view, standing where I was a moment ago. She stepped closer, and Mark wasted no time diving in for a kiss. His hands blocked my view of Ashley's breasts, squeezing roughly. Her hands disappeared below my view, but from the repetitive motion I knew she was stroking him quickly. 

Gently I tugged on my own erection, teasing the tip while watching the show. Ashley disappeared below my view as Mark leaned his head back, accepting her oral gift. I couldn't see the full details, but I saw the top of her head bobbing back and forth faster and faster. Wishing it was me, my wrist motioned even faster gripping my pulsing shaft. 

Ashley popped back up and turned so her round ass was facing him. Mark didn't even catch the hint she wanted some attention back there and turned her around again, picking her up by the hips. Her legs wrapped around him as she slowly lowered onto him. I could only see a blurry mixture of flesh from my viewpoint, and as the exaggerated pants and moans came through intermittently over the steady sound of the waterfall. 

I stroked even faster, but my shaft was softening. Soon I was tugging at a completely flaccid penis. It was hard to watch this, and I felt bad for Ashley as she was denied being taken from behind. Mark never paid attention to her wants. Not like I would. What is wrong with me? They can do whatever they want...they're together, you and her are not! My mind hammered that thought in over and over. 

Their moans picked up quicker and louder until I heard Mark moan for a long stretch. He finished and she slid off. Ashley looked relieved. I could barely see them walk out of view, his arm around her. Once again I have returned to my shriveled state; cold and hiding from the elements. My mind helplessly raced with anger and jealousy. He did not deserve her. This was so fucked up; why do I keep thinking like that? 

I waited a few more minutes just to be safe before returning to find my clothes. Thank goodness I threw them behind a bush and not right next to her clothes. Quickly I got dressed and returned to my tent to hang out with Shannon. 

I tried to put that whole scene out of my head and make the best of my time with Shannon, but I'm clearly distracted for most of the day. When it finally starts to get dark we all met up around the fire again. I hadn't seen Ashley since, well since they were...I couldn't even finish the thought I hated it so much. 

"Hey Jason." Mark says in a perfectly friendly tone. "What have you guys been up to? Haven't seen you all day." 

Man I hate him. 

"We went for a walk, saw some sights, enjoyed nature. You know, camping stuff." I tried my best to be friendly. "What about you guys?" I asked even though I knew I wouldn't want to hear the answer. 

"Just enjoying nature as well." He said slyly as he pulled Ashley closer and kissed her neck jokingly. "Enjoying nature in a waterfall... on a hidden beach...in an open field." He tickled Ashley as he said this. She tried to keep quiet, but a little giggle slipped out. 

Jeez, were they fucking all over this stupid campground? That was not what I wanted hear or think about. "Glad you're enjoying yourselves." I lied. 

The night wore on, the fire roared and the drinks were disappearing. I spoke to Shannon and Mark for most of the evening, subconsciously avoiding Ashley besides an occasional look in her direction. 

It was getting late now and the fire had almost died down. Mark snuggled up next to Ashley and pulled her close. Something about it set me off. 

"We should probably turn in." I say, now looking over at Mark. "We can't leave the fire like this...why don't you pee on it to put it out." I say softly, but definitely as a challenge. 

"I would but I don't have to go." He said plainly. It annoys me how little that challenge affected him. "But by all means, Jason, go ahead and put it out." He laughs a little, probably thinking I'll never do it. 

"Like Smokey the Bear said, only you can prevent forest fires." I laugh at the absurdity of that statement and make no effort to move. 

"Well if a bear said it, you should probably listen." Ashley chimed in. That was the first thing she said to me since we were last standing face-to-face, naked as the day we were born. She gave me a playful smirk. 

I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. 

"Jason, what are you doing?" Shannon asked. Without looking at her, I knew she was rolling her eyes. 

"Just saving our lives and protecting the environment." 

We had all been sitting on the same side of the fire about five feet back to stay at a comfortable temperature's distance. I'm pretty sure they all thought I would stand closer to the fire and with my back to them all. Effectively showing them nothing. But a thought crossed my mind. 

"Think I can do it from here?" I took a step back, now standing between Shannon and Ashley. Mark on the other side of Ashley just shook his head, doubting I would do it and doubting I could cover that distance. I was probably seven feet away. 

"Jeez, Jason. Just sit down." Shannon said now definitely irritated. 

"What about you, Ash?" I slowly unzipped my pants. "Think I can put it out from here?" I reached in and pulled out my penis letting it dangle right in front of Ashley and everyone else. 

Ashley's eyebrows darted up. I was probably as large and thick as I've ever been while still being soft. Her mouth dropped a little due to the shock of me exposing myself in front of everyone, but her eyes never left my crotch. 

I have no idea what Mark's reaction was because I never took my eyes off Ashley. 

"What the fuck, Jason? Stop it!" I barely heard Shannon as if it was just background noise. 

My bladder was so full it wasn't hard to start even with my largest audience I've ever had for peeing. At first the stream fell a few feet short of the embers, as it strengthened I aimed my tip higher and the arched stream reached the dying embers with a loud hiss as smoke rose from the mixture. 

I felt satisfied, as if I won a small battle with Mark that he didn't even know he was fighting. As I looked around I noticed a variety of reactions. All were bad. Mark and Ashley seemed to be having a quiet argument and Shannon just shook her head, disappointed and disgusted as she walked away. 

I should have expected all of these reactions as I stood there still with my dick in my hands. I turned back and saw Mark and Ashley walk away as well. Suddenly I was alone. What have I done? 

I chased after Shannon, expecting to find her near our tent. But no such luck. With no idea where she went, it didn't make sense to get myself lost wandering in the dark of night looking for her. 

I headed to the only place I really felt relaxed, the place I had begun to think of as my bathroom. It was hidden, private and I found comfort there. Turns out Ashley did too. She was sitting on the log where I found her this morning. This time she was not handling her intimate business. She was staring at the ground and looked pretty upset. 

"That was some stunt you pulled back there." She said plainly. 

"I know. I didn't plan for that." After pausing for a long moment. "I don't know what came over me." 

Ashley shook her head, trying not to believe me. 

"It was just supposed to be a joke. Mark told me to do it yesterday. It just seemed like the thing to do." I added. "Now Shannon is pissed, wandering who knows where around this forest. You're pissed. This is all messed up." 

"Mark accused me of staring at your dick." She paused and added, "and liking it too much." 

"Well do you?" That was not the question I should have asked in that moment. 

"What?" She asked giving me an easy out to just forget it. 

But I pressed on. "Do you like looking at it?" Why couldn't I just drop it? 

"You know I do!" Ashley snapped. "That's the problem. I'm not supposed to like that. Hell I'm not even supposed to see that." 

I had never seen her this mad before. "Honestly, what did you think would happen? What was going through your mind when you decided to pull out your dick in front of everyone?" 

I had no response. 

"Think how awkward that was for me in that situation." She said. "Jeez, Mark was right there. Shannon too." 

"Awkward situation? Let's talk about awkward situations. How the fuck do you think I felt when I saw you and Mark in the waterfall this morning? You think I enjoyed that?" Now I finally snapped. It was the wrong thing to bring up, but it felt liberating getting it off my chest. 

"What choice did I have? He nearly saw us naked together. I knew it would distract him and make him stop wondering about why I was just hanging ass out in the pond." She paused and added, "Besides it's not like it was a picnic listening to you two in your tent last night." 

"You heard that?" 

She nods. "I know the sound of a mouth sucking a cock when I hear it. And then the silence after when she started to moan louder and louder...I know what your tongue is capable of..." She looked disgusted, but it wasn't disgust on her face. She was jealous just like I was. 

"Ash, I'm sorry. We tried to be quiet." 

"You shouldn't be sorry for making love to your girlfriend. And I shouldn't be sorry about fucking Mark in the waterfall. The whole point of this trip was to meet each other's partners so we'd stop having these feelings about each other. Instead I think it's only made the temptation worse." 

"You're right." I don't know what else to say, she was completely right. Neither of us should feel guilty or jealous, and yet that's all we felt. "Let's just try to forget about it for tonight and maybe it will blow over by the morning." 

"Fine, whatever." She said dishearteningly and walked off to her tent. 

I waited a few minutes before waking back myself. I didn't want to run into her again. Best to let her cool off for the night. 

Shannon was not in the tent when I got there. I was too tired and preoccupied to worry about that at the moment and fell asleep quickly as my head was spinning from the unpredicted evening. 

I woke up the next morning and still no Shannon. Now I was legitimately concerned. Did she ever come back? Is she ok? Did she wander off to the car to try to leave? This was not good. 

Fortunately that train of thought didn't last long. Shannon popped into the tent with a relaxed look on her face. 

"Shannon! I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me last night. I was drinking too much..." My rambled apology was quickly interrupted. 

"It's okay." She said with a smile. 

"It is?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I know it's no big deal." She said all too calmly. 

Something was up. I knew I should just leave well enough alone. She said it was fine, just leave it be and move on with our lives. 

"What made you change your mind?" I couldn't help myself. 

"Nothing, really. I mean I understand it's no big deal now." 

It still wasn't adding up. My confused look gave me away. "Now...? Why do you know it's no big deal... now?" 

"Now that I've seen, I mean that he's seen." She paused. "I get it. It's no big deal. Okay?" She sounded a little anxious. 

"Now that you've seen what?" I ask nervously. "He saw? What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I was super pissed last night." She continued hesitantly. "I came back to the tent last night and you were asleep. I couldn't sleep much and got up pretty early this morning. I thought a nice shower would help me relax, so I made the trek to the facilities at the camp entrance." 

Where was this going? 

"I'm not sure if you've even seen the facilities, it's almost as if you haven't needed to use the bathroom this whole trip other than last night" She said as if hinting at something I was too obtuse to pick up. 

"Well there's a men's and women's toilet, and in the back it leads to a shower area. They're gross showers, but I figured I'd be done in a few minutes anyway. Just had to rinse the dirt off my body." 

I quickly got an image of her sexy frame under the water, and viewed her in a new light, before snapping out of it and returning my focus to her explanation. 

"The shower area had a small partition, but it didn't cover much. I assumed it was just to give you privacy from other women who might be using the shower. But..." She paused. "It actually is connected to the men's shower." 

I stared at her blankly. 

"Mark walked in on me. That's all. It was no big deal." 

"What?!" I could barely believe it. 

"It was a communal shower. I didn't know. Neither did he." She added. 

"So then what happened?" I asked knowing I should just leave it alone. 

"Well we both apologized. It was really awkward." She paused. "At first." 

"At first? What the hell does that mean?" 

"Well once we were both showering and chatting, it was like it was no big deal." 

"You stayed in the shower with him?" I couldn't believe any of this. 

She nodded. 

"Shannon, what the hell?" I said, well aware of my hypocrisy. "So you saw his...?" 

She nodded. 

"And he saw your...?" 

"Everything." She said softly. 

I just shook my head. This couldn't be real. 

"I was showering. He was showering. People don't shower with clothes on. Obviously we saw things, but it was no big deal. Nothing happened. He didn't even know I was in there at first. It was all innocent." She said much faster. 

My head was spinning with irrational and hypocritical, jealous thoughts. It made me realize how Shannon would feel if she knew half the things Ashley and I have seen and shared. The guilt was overwhelming. But it did not replace my jealousy no matter how much I knew I didn't deserve to feel jealous. 

"I'm really sorry, Jason. It was an accident and didn't mean anything. I'm also sorry for being mad at you last night about what you did." 

I look at her a little confused. 

"I was jealous at the time, but I know it was just a silly joke. It's not like she sees you do that every day." 

"No of course not." My stomach turned as I lied to her. 

"Let's just chalk it up to a strange camping experience and move on." She offered. 

I nodded silently and she kissed me on the cheek. 

"I'm going to go for a long run. This has been quite the morning." She added with a smile, "maybe you can walk in on me in the shower later." 

I laughed and watched as she playfully shook her butt at me while exiting the tent. 

Heading out, I walked over to my informal bathroom area for my morning bladder relief. My mind was focused on the fact that Mark saw her naked in the shower. What right do I have to be jealous about that after all Ashley and I have shared? Strangely my mind then bounced to the thought of Mark and Ashley in the waterfall. I was jealous of Mark on both ends. 

I bumped into Ashley as she was headed to our bathroom as well. 

"I was just going to..." I say awkwardly, not sure if I should pee in front of her again. 

"Me too." She said. We both froze as if afraid to go. My thumb was tucked in my waistband, hesitant to pull out my penis. Her hands were resting on her hips, wondering if she should pull down her shorts. We just stood there staring at each other. 

"This is ridiculous." She said in frustration finally pulling her shorts down and squatting. 

I followed suit and stood there stupidly with my dick in my hands, as my stream finally formed. We peed together, but in a strange silence, which made the sounds of our streams hitting the ground even louder. We both pretended not to watch, but looked out the corner of our eyes unable to ignore it. 

"Shannon is no longer mad at me." I said, making zig zags in the dirt with my stream. 

"Oh?" Ashley said plainly, now looking over at me, relieved that the conversation gave us an excuse to look at each other. 

"Yeah, kind of a strange story." I said shaking away the last few drops. The movements attracted Ashley's attention, as she watched my soft member flop in my hand. 

"Turns out Mark and Shannon had an interesting morning." I said, not sure how much she knew about it. 

"Oh. That." She said softly while shaking her hips in lieu of toilet paper. 

"So you know Mark walked in on her by accident? And then they still showered together?" I said, emphasizing my disbelief. 

Ashley was silent as she stood up, exposing the profile of her round behind while pulling up her shorts. She turned to face me when her shorts were just past her slit, leaving her tiny strip of hair visible. She still was a master at teasing me, whether on purpose or not. 

"Ash?" Her lack of a response worried me. 

"Wellllll." She said hesitantly. 

Oh boy, what now? I wondered. 

"It wasn't exactly an accident?" 

"What do you mean?" I said growing impatient. 

"I kind of, um told him to do it." She said staring at the ground. 

"What? How is that even possible?" 

"Mark and I were on a long walk, and he was still really pissed. I didn't know what to say to calm him down. We saw Shannon in the distance walking over to the facilities and I thought maybe we should talk about it with her." 

I could tell this was difficult for her to say, so I tried not to interrupt. 

"By the time we got over there, we could hear the faint noise of the shower running from outside. Mark and I waited, and he said he wasn't sure what good talking to her would do. It wouldn't undo what happened." 

She paused and added, "what he was really saying was he was pissed I saw...well, that I saw your dick. Talking to her wouldn't erase that image. And I realized he was right. He would be pissed at me for weeks. I needed someway for him to feel even. Tit for dick, so to speak." 

I stood there silently trying to soak this in. 

"So I suggested he, uhh, that he go in there with her." 

"Are you kidding me?" I didn't believe it. "What did he say?" 

"At first he was against it. But I talked him into it thinking it's the only way he'd ever consider it an equal exchange." 

She paused and stared at the ground helplessly. "After he went in I walked back to the campsite. I didn't really want to know anything beyond that." 

"How could you do that, Ash?" This stung almost more than if he wanted to do it himself. 

"I don't know. I didn't expect to be faced with that decision. I didn't expect to be accused of staring at your dick and liking it. And I sure as shit didn't expect to be explaining my every thought to you." She broke down and started to cry. 

I felt helpless and knew I was mostly to blame. I felt awful and I felt worse making Ashley feel this bad. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, Ashley." I didn't know what else to say. 

"I thought that was the whole point of this trip. To see it from their side." She said as her tears fell. 

"I didn't think it meant having them be naked together." I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

"Just be glad that's all it was. Think of all we've done. Hell you've even licked my..." She stopped herself from finishing that thought. "The point is they only had an innocent glimpse. And now that we feel bad, it's all the more reason we need to stop." 

I nodded my agreement knowing we've said that before, but have never been good at sticking to it. 

She rested her exhausted head on my shoulder, and I rubbed her arm softly. 

"This situation is all fucked up." She said hopelessly. 

"I know." I said as I continued to rub her arm. She turned a little more toward me, so now my hand was grazing the side of her breast from her new position. Still rubbing her arm with the same gentle motion, but now each little rub of her arm also lightly moved breast. It all happened so naturally I didn't even notice the transition as my hand was now cupping her breast innocently. 




Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 03



"It will be ok." I tried to console her, still not realizing what my hand is doing. 

"Will it?" She looked up at me with soft, vulnerable eyes on the verge of crying again. 

"I promise." I whispered softly and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. She hugged me, and I kissed her cheek again. And then again. She subtly turned her face toward me. I couldn't stop kissing her cheek as she turned, until finally our lips met. It was a gentle kiss, hardly more than a peck but it sent a shock through my body. Her lips were so soft, delicate, it was as if they were a perfect counterpart to mine. 

I realized I was fully holding her breast, gently circling my fingers over her hard nipple through the fabric as our mouths slowly opened. My fingers slid through her hair, feeling the shape of the back of her head as I held her closely. Her tongue lightly slid over mine. 

Instantly we both broke the kiss, panting heavily. 

"Jason..." She said, out of breath. "We can't." She kissed me one last time and ran her hand down my belly and over my shorts to my right leg covering every inch of my painfully covered budge. 

I'm amazed to realize I've freed her left breast and was lightly pinching her perfect, pink nipple. I don't remember doing that, but the sight got me even harder. 

She pulled off and tucked her breast back into her shirt. "We can't. We can't!" she repeats. "I'm going to go find Mark, and we'll head home. No more of this. It was just a fluke vacation thing." 

I nod silently. Unsure of how we even got here. 

"When we get home, everything will go back to normal like this never happened." She locked eyes with me one last time, confused, hurt, guilty and torn. 

I nodded again and watched her leave, not sure what 'normal' meant for us. 

I sat there analyzing what happened while I waited for my erection to die down. Out of everything we've ever shared or done together, somehow the kiss felt the most wrong. The guilt pounded on my insides as I headed back to the campsite. 

Ashley and Mark had already left, and Shannon and I started to pack up our gear and prepare for the long drive home. 

"Well that certainly was an unforgettable trip." Shannon said and gave me a kiss on the cheek once we were in the car. She slept for most of the ride back. 

"Unforgettable indeed." I replied. It definitely was for me. I could still feel Ashley's lips on mine. I don't think I've been that turned on from a kiss since probably high school. Despite all that, I wondered what Shannon found unforgettable? Was it the fact she and Mark showered together? I imagined how that scenario actually went down a thousand times. Did they laugh? Was she at least trying to cover herself up? Was he? Did she directly look at his dick, or just by accident? Did she wash herself intimately, rubbing her breasts and slit in front of him? Was he washing his dick in front of her, maybe as an excuse to stroke himself or make it hard to impress her? Each question only led to more questions. How close were they actually standing? Did they bump into each other? It bugged me the most that I would never really know the answers. And I might not want to, either. 

I dropped off Shannon at her place and headed back to mine. Ashley was not there. I was left alone when I really needed a distraction to get my mind off everything. 

My phone buzzed and I saw that Ashley sent me a pic. What could this be? I opened it hesitantly, and my heart sank. 

It was a picture of her hugging Mark. Showing off a ring on her left hand. She was engaged. 

Shit.



Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 04



Note: This story takes place a few days after their last encounter. There are a few intimate, private bathroom scenes included in this chapter. If that grosses you, please skip over this story. As always, I welcome your comments and love to hear your thoughts.

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I hadn't seen Ashley in a few days since the camping trip, and it was probably for the best. I was still processing all that happened. My mind was flooded with thoughts of her naked just inches in front of me in the waterfall. How far would things have gone if Mark didn't show up? 

Maybe I should be glad he did, or else we both would have regret what might have happened. But that thought quickly disappeared remembering the vivid scenes of Ashley with Mark, and how she ended up sucking and fucking him right there. The jealousy stung almost as much as the confusion of my feelings, which usually turned into anger at Mark. That jerk showered with Shannon, too. The two of them naked and wet, just inches from each other. How could they do that to me? Who showers with another person's girlfriend?

The hypocrisy was overwhelming, and always brought my mind back to the waterfall. God Ashley was sexy. I climbed into bed, knowing sleep was a far ways away when I got this frustrated. I set my laptop next to me, tossed my boxers on the floor, and turned out the lights. This is nothing a little porn couldn't solve. 

I quickly scanned my favorite sites and was bombarded with ridiculous nudity, sex and pop-up ads. Girl on girl, anal, blowjobs, MILFs, butts, pussies, huge cocks, boobs and nipples everywhere. It was just too much. I hadn't even clicked on a video link and I had already seen a cock enter every hole possible in the side banners. Normally that didn't bother me...even helped me get in the mood, but tonight it just seemed so over the top it did nothing for me. 

I closed my laptop, closed my eyes and let my imagination do what videos couldn't. My hand slid under the covers and teased my growing thickness. I had a few go-to thoughts of old crushes who started to seduce me, but the harder I tried to focus on their faces the more it turned into Ashley. Instantly we were back under the waterfall again. I could almost feel her heat she was so close, even with the cold waterfall all around us. 

I imagined the kiss we shared and that got me more turned on than anything. I was already stroking furiously without realizing it. We were kissing and embracing, but I knew it was only my imagination because I couldn't feel her body against mine. I tried to imagine grabbing her round ass and pulling her closer, but it was as if I was fighting reality, as the image seemed to get foggier as I got closer to my orgasm. 

"Oh Ashley." I said softly followed be deep breathing and called out again louder this time. "Fuck, Ashley..." It was so out of character for me to do that. Hell I barely even spoke during sex, let alone while flying solo. And yet I heard the words come out of my mouth again. "Ashley."

I was startled as my bedroom door opened and in walked Ashley. I nearly yelled from the shock and quickly rolled onto my side under the covers to try to hide my erection...I did not want to be pitching tent, she'd know I was...oh shit, did she hear me call out her name? Is that why she just walked in without knocking?

"I thought I heard you come in." I said, trying to give a reason for why I might have been calling out her name, alone, in the dark, while I was naked under the sheets and sporting a throbbing hard on. The light outside room crept in and she slowly came into focus.

"Yeah, I just got home. Thought I'd say hi since I haven't seen you since." And she trailed off. 

She hadn't seen me since the kiss but neither of us needed to be reminded of that. Ash walked over and sat on the bed next to me. She was probably only a few inches from the tip of my erection under the sheets. Could she tell she was that close?

"So how are you?" I asked trying to remain calm even though my heart was beating and my cock was still rock hard. 

"I'm great! It all happened so fast, it was amazing. I couldn't believe it." She had a giggly smile she couldn't hold back. 

At first I was flattered, thinking she was talking about our kiss. But I soon realized she was talking about Mark proposing. Of course she was. How self-centered was I?

"Yeah, that's amazing. You'll have to tell me all about it." I pretended I was interested. 

"Of course!" She leaned over and kissed my forehead. "But I'll leave you to, uh, get some sleep for now." She had a small grin she was trying to hide. 

Was she implying something? Did she know I was stroking myself? The thought slightly embarrassed me, but more so turned me on if it meant she was imagining my hand gripping my cock, which she had seen before and should have no problem conjuring up the image. 

"We'll talk more tomorrow." She said as she got up and left the room. 

She failed to close my door on the way out. Was that on purpose? Did she want me to continue what I was doing with the door open? And a more annoying thought popped into my head; why do I always imagine she has some sexual motive behind innocent actions? Why do I torture myself overanalyzing every single little thing that happens? 

But my questions did not stop there as she left the room and entered hers. She also failed to close her door and I watched her walk back and forth as she got ready for bed. With her back facing me she took off her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and tossed that as well. Her bare upper torso was completely exposed. I couldn't help but think it was all just to tease me. 

She stepped to the side, slightly turning in the process. A small portion of her side breast came into view before she was no longer visible in the doorway. When she came back into view she was only wearing a T-shirt that barely went past her butt. I couldn't tell if she had on panties or not, but my brain assumed she didn't. 

My erection grew stronger from watching this relatively tame but sexy and teasing show. I didn't want to reach down to play with my length with the door open. And I didn't dare get up to close it considering I was completely naked. 

Ashley then walked into the bathroom without shutting the door. I couldn't see anything but I heard the pipes; she's brushing her teeth. Then the soft sound of her peeing echoed in the air. It was so tempting to get up just to wash my hands or some silly excuse to join her. But I figured since she was now engaged those days were really over. 

The bathroom light turned off and I saw her shadowy figure walk into her room and get under the covers. She didn't close her door either. I was stuck. This was either for some exhibitionist reason or she just didn't even realize she left the doors open. I probably would never know. 

When I awoke the next morning, both doors were still open. I quickly slipped on my boxers that were left on the floor and walked into the bathroom. I didn't see her in her room, so I didn't bother to close the door as I stood over the toilet finding relief. The stream was loud and just wouldn't end. 

"What are you a camel?" Ashley startled me. 

"Jeez!" I said as I jumped and tried to control my aim as I still was going strong. 

"Sorry, just thought it was funny...like you drank all night expecting to go without water for a week. You know...like a camel? And now you really had to pee...get it?" She was trying to make light of the awkward situation, but I wouldn't give. 

"Yeah, yeah...I got it." I said, keeping my back to her as my stream only seemed to grow louder and stronger. 

"Okay, I was only kidding." She said with a hint of frustration in her voice. "But seriously though, are you just pouring out a gallon of water at this point or are you really peeing this much?" She said as she walked up behind me and peeked around the side for a view. 

I saw her smile as she observed me holding my penis as we were both wondering when I'd be done. 

"Clearly I'm really going." I said now that she was not hiding the fact she was watching.

She put her hand on my back and rubbed gently. "Are you okay? You seem a little stressed." 

Right on cue this sent a little more blood to my penis, and I could feel it begin to thicken in my hands. The fact I did not to get finish masturbating the previous night was not helping. After what seemed like an eternity, my stream finally subsided. I shook off the last few drops of urine and tucked my penis back into my boxers. 

"I'm fine." I said a little irritated and more confused. "Well..." I began, wondering how I was going to phrase it. "What are we doing? What is allowed? I thought we weren't going to, uh, share our bathroom time anymore." 

She nodded and had a sideways smirk. "I know what you mean. It feels like we've been in this spot before." She said as she dropped her cotton shorts to her knees giving me a split second view of her slit before she sat down on the toilet, now only revealing the top of her landing strip that disappeared into her closed legs. 

"We don't have to overthink this." She continued. "We can still...go in front of each other. But let's just, I don't know, not stare at each other when we do." She kind of giggled as her soft stream started to hit the water. 

"You mean like you just stared at me a second ago?" I said amused. 

"I was genuinely concerned for your health!" She tried to say with a serious face but laughed anyway. "As long as we don't make a big deal about any of it, I think we'll be fine." A sly grin crept up her face, "besides I'm engaged now, not blind. Or however that saying goes." 

"I don't think that saying was meant for this situation." We both laughed now. How was it no matter what we talked about we both ended up laughing, I wondered. 

"Would you ever tell him?" I asked a little curious. 

"Who?"

"Mark...about...this." I gestured back and forth to us. 

"Tell Mark that I use the bathroom? Uh, I think he knows. Well I'm sure he tries to believe I don't. I'm a lady after all." She let out a soft fart that echoed in the toilet bowl and we both giggled. 

"You know what I mean though, would you ever tell him?" I continued, having no idea why I kept pressing the issue. 

"There's nothing to tell." She said now a little irritated like I touched on a nerve. "Jeez, we're just going to the bathroom. It's not like I'm sucking your dick."

My head jerked up at those words. How did she arrive there? Is that something she was thinking about? Did seeing my penis earlier give her that idea? That thought process started to turn me on, and we both got awkwardly silent. 

I felt something stir in my boxers, and turned back to the sink to wash my hands and hide my growing erection. This was too much for one morning. "Right, let's just forget about it." I said, not wanting to dwell on her words. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it. 

"Before you go," she added, sensing I was getting ready to bolt, "I'm having a little party tonight. Just a few friends, Mark's coming, you can invite Shannon obviously." She said as she was now reaching to wipe herself. 

My erection was sticking almost straight out inside my boxers and I leaned forward over the sink trying my best to hide it. Seeing her wipe somehow added to my hardness. "Sounds fun, what's the occasion?"

She stood up giving me another split second view of her slit before covering it with her shorts. "It's my engagement party, silly."

"Right, of course." The sound of those words killed my covered erection almost instantly. "Well I gotta get to work. I'll see you tonight." 

I rushed out of there and didn't see her again until that evening. All day long my mind lingered on our discussion. Despite all that happened, she still wanted to share our bathroom time. And perhaps even more importantly she didn't want to tell Mark. The secrecy of it was kind of a turn on. But did that really matter? She was having an engagement party, celebrating the fact she would be with Mark forever. And I was just amused she would pee in front of me. 

It was sobering when I looked at it like that. Maybe there really wasn't anything between us. But that kiss...my mind replayed that moment from our camping trip over and over. How could she have kissed me like that if she didn't feel something for me? I tortured myself all day with back and forth thoughts like this until it was nearly time for the party. 

When I got home from work the party had already started. There were maybe 15 people I had never met before mingling in our living room, drinking wine and nibbling on some cheese. 

Ashley was almost always engaged in a deep conversation, so I made the best of it and slowly introduced myself to the other guests. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine, and bumped into a woman in the hall on my way back. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." I said as I looked at the woman. She was breathtaking. Brown hair, blue eyes, probably in her 40s, and wearing a nice black dress that I couldn't help but notice covered a nearly perfect and proportionate body underneath. 

"Isn't she beautiful?" The woman asked unaware I bumped into her. Her focus was on the artwork hanging on the wall. 

"I'm sorry, what?" I wasn't sure how to respond. 

"This drawing. The model. Everything." She replied. "Isn't it beautiful?"

I looked up to find that she was staring at a nude figure drawing. The girl was facing sideways with her arms crossed, looking down and most of her butt was visible to us. 

"Look at her pose." The woman continued without waiting for my response. "Her delicate arms crossing her heart, she's trying to hide her emotions to protect herself. The way she's looking down and somewhat sad, she clearly feels vulnerable. You can tell by how her neckline is open here."

"Uh, yeah." I said softly.

"She's bearing her soul, completely exposed yet barely revealing anything. Look at the way the shadows both hide and accentuate her features." The woman's hand traced the curve of her butt without touching it. 

"And here, look at the artist's use of blended edges. This breast furthest from us seems to disappear into the background and yet the breast closet to us, clearly she tried to cover it up with her arm, but you can still see the nipple. Is she really trying to hide, or is she being coy and pulling you in wanting to see more?"

My jaw practically dropped. "I never really thought about it, but you're right. There's a lot more going on here than I realized." I replied. 

"There usually is." The woman said softly as she finally turned toward me and extended her hand. "I'm Melanie, Ashley's mom."

"Oh of course, I'm Jason, her roommate." I shook her hand. It was soft and she stared me right in the eyes. 

"I've heard a lot about you." She replied plainly. 

What has she heard, my mind wondered. I was still stunned I was listening to her mom talk about such a sensual topic. 

"Well now I see where Ashley gets her good looks from." I said, not at all sure why that popped out of my mouth. 

"That's sweet of you to say." She said without a smile. Her gaze grew more focused on me as if sizing me up. She leaned in closer and said softly, "Don't screw this up for her."

"Don't do what now?" I was not expecting that. 

"You think I don't see what's going on? I'm not sure how Mark has been so cool about this arrangement anyway."

"Wait, what? I'm confused. What has she told you?" I pretended to be clueless, but realized maybe the answer to that question would clear some things up for me. 

"She didn't have to tell me anything. I can see it the same way I can read the story in this figure drawing. Don't you dare mess this up. They are good together. He's kind, caring and successful. She could do a lot worse."

He also neglects her emotionally, not to mention sexually, won't let her be herself and she's afraid to go to the bathroom around him. "He's great." I said with my best, forced grin. 

"My daughter deserves to be happy. She deserves the best."

"No argument here."

She smirked. "Look," she said in a soft tone, "whatever you two are doing or have going on, just make sure it's over. They're getting married in a couple months, and they don't need any extra stress or drama in their lives."

"A few months? That's so soon." That was all I could focus on despite the fact she accused us of having an affair. 

Ashley walked over and we quickly turned our attention to her. 

"You never told me you had such a perceptive mom." I said still keeping eye contact with Melanie. 

"Oh?" Ashley said a little confused. 

"She pointed things out to me about this drawing that I didn't know we're obvious to others."

"And you never told me your roommate was so charming." She said without a smile as she sipped her wine. 

"Well I'll let you too chat. It was a pleasure meeting you, Melanie." I ducked out of there now finally able to take a deep breath. She was so intense. 

I saw Shannon and Mark chatting with each other in the corner. How long have they been here? I walked over and kissed Shannon on the cheek and shook Mark's hand. It was awkwardly silent. 

"How long have you guys been here?" I asked. 

"Not long." They looked at each other and Shannon said, "We actually just got here a few minutes ago."

We? Did they arrive together? This was weird and getting weirder. The tension didn't last too long when Ashley finally came over and hugged Shannon and kissed Mark. I wondered if Ashley had any weird feelings toward Shannon after she and Mark showered together at the campsite. If she did, she was good at hiding it. 

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. The party died down, and slowly the guests trickled out. Ashley's mom came over to hug me goodbye before leaving. She said softly "Remember what I said."

"About whether she was really trying to hide her nipple, or pulling us in to see more?" I said jokingly aloof. 

Melanie rolled her eyes and couldn't help but laugh as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Be good, Jason." She left without turning around after that. 

It was now just the four of us, with Mark and Shannon there. This would be the first time we all spent the night together in the apartment. We were much too tired to stay up and chat, and all turned in around the same time. 

Shannon and I retreated into my room and cuddled up in bed. Shannon was awkwardly quiet, even for her. This usually meant she had something on her mind. I was too tired to get into any kind of deep conversation, so I just spooned her and we both soon fell asleep. 

I woke up often, tossed and turned, and my mind replayed the evening several times. What did Ashley's mom really know? Why did Shannon and Mark arrive at the same time? I thought about how Ashley was in my room just the other day as I trying to get off. That thought got me a little turned on, which made it nearly impossible to relax. I slid my hand in my flannel pajama pants to lightly tease my length. It had been two full days since my last orgasm. That felt like an eternity the way my shaft pulsed and responded to my touch. 

Should I continue with Shannon right here? We had never really talked about our masturbation habits before. I wasn't even sure if she did masturbate. I'm sure she did, but much like her bathroom moments she probably pretended she didn't. She was far too ladylike to do such an act. 

I stroked a little faster now teasing my head. Shannon rolled over toward me and I froze. She was still asleep but that didn't keep my heart from beating faster. Would she care if she caught me? I didn't really want to find out so I gave up. After about five painful minutes, my erection finally subsided. I threw on a T-shirt and got up to use the bathroom. I felt a strange cold breeze through the apartment when I left the room. 




Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 04



Was there a window open somewhere? I walked over to the kitchen and saw the balcony door was ajar. Ashley was outside and leaning against the balcony railing looking off into the dark horizon. As I got closer, I saw she was wearing a soft robe that barely went past her upper thighs as she leaned forward. Was she wearing underwear? I was so tempted to make up and excuse to bend down and look up her robe, but I thought better of it as I got closer. 

"What are you doing out here?" I asked as I walked up next her staring out into the dark distance. 

"Couldn't sleep."

"Me either. Something on your mind?" I offered. 

"Too many things." 

I could hear the stress in her voice. 

"Anything you want to talk about?" 

She shrugged her shoulders. "The sun will rise right over those hills in a few minutes. Have you ever watched it from here?"

"Can't say that I have." I said softly and inched closer to her side, neither one of us making eye contact. 

"It's beautiful." She said, now sounding a little sad. 

"I'm sure it's breathtaking."

"What were you and my mom talking about?" She interrupted. 

"What?" I was not expecting that question, but it was clearly bugging her.

"Last night. She was acting weird. Did she saying anything unusual to you?" She crossed her arms from the chilly morning air. I felt the breeze through the buttonless fly of my flannel pants, reminding me there was only a flap of fabric keeping me from being exposed. It sent a chill through my body, but felt amazing and energizing at the same time. 

"She mostly talked about that figure drawing on the wall." I laughed and added, "I admit I thought it was a little amusing discussing a naked woman with your mom."

Ash lightly chuckled. "She's always loved Mark's artwork."

"Mark? He's the artist? I had no idea." I'm not sure why but that fact bothered me. 

"Yeah, he's quite good actually." She said without any emotion. 

"I can see that." A thought popped into my head that I couldn't leave alone. "Have you ever modeled for him?"

"No. But he certainly has asked me before." She said finally let out a little smile. 

"How come?" I found this fascinating. Maybe I enjoyed the fact she said no to something involving her being nude in front of him. 

"It made me uncomfortable. I didn't want people seeing me like that."

"I bet it would have looked amazing."

She blushed. "Still, I don't want others...I don't want everyone to see me naked." She said. 

That was a perfectly valid reason, but it only seemed to egg me on. "But, I've seen you naked." Why the fuck did I say that?

"That's different." She said softly and strangely more at ease now. 

"How?" What is my problem? I seemed to scream to myself after the question left my lips. 

"It's private with you. Like a closeness and not, not..." She sighed. "It's just different."

I finally left it alone and simply nodded. Her rambling in a way made complete sense to me. Finally something did. 

"Look! The sun's coming up." She pointed over to the hill but we were only looking at each other now. The chest of her robe fell more as she twisted toward me revealing her cleavage almost down to the nipple. 

I made no effort to hide where I was looking and she made no effort to cover up. She leaned in a little closer, and her robe fell a little more. I could just about make out the slight different shade of skin starting to form the top of her nipple. She smiled slyly knowing perfectly well what she was doing. 

As the sun came up slowly, the light fanned on her curves. I couldn't help but smile. 

"What's so funny?" She asked playfully. 

Something her mom said about the drawing popped into my head, wondering if the model was trying to cover up her breasts, or really just trying to pull you in to see more. But I played it off, "Just watching the sunrise over the hills." I said nodding toward her half exposed chest. 

Her robe had slid another inch and her nipple, half hidden in shadow, grew harder as if it felt the weight of our eyes. 

"Perv!" She said playfully as she opened her robe a little more only to tighten it shut and cover up completely. 

The fun was cut short as we heard the balcony door behind us slide open. Shannon and Mark were standing there together and fully dressed. We both looked a little startled. Did they see us just now? They couldn't have from their angle. I was convinced. 

"We're going to take off." Mark said calmly, but there was clearly an awkwardness in the air. 

"Did you guys come together?" Ashley asked a little confused, and she was now holding her robe shut with both arms crossed tightly. 

"We shared a cab since we live in the same part of town." Mark said again and Shannon quietly nodded her agreement. 

How did they even know they lived near each other? They only met that one time on the camping trip. Did they talk about it then? Share phone numbers? How did they coordinate the cab ride? My mind was all over the place, but frankly I was glad they didn't comment on us being out on the balcony barely dressed. 

We saw them out, hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. It was all very formulaic. They walked out and it almost looked like Mark had his hand on the small of her back as they left. Surely I made that up, I thought. 

As soon as the door closed, Ash looked at me with a strain on her face and trumpeted out a few loud farts. "I think I've been holding that in since yesterday." She said with a huge sigh of relief. "Thank god that's over." 

"What farting? Pretty sure you'll never actually be done with that." I said jokingly. 

"No, smart ass. The party. Those things stress me out." She said as she let go of her tightened grip on her robe. 

"I hear ya." I plopped on the couch and enjoyed the silence. 

Ashley walked over to me, bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

"What was that for?" I asked. 

"For being so cool about the party. And everything really." She said as she curled up on the couch next to me. 

We were now spooning, and I was amazed at how effortlessly we got into this position. 

"Of course." I kissed her on the side of her cheek innocently. "I care about you a lot." We sat there quietly and I slowly wrapped her up in my arms, making it a proper spooning. 

"So what were you and my mom really chatting about last night?"

I paused for a second, wondering what I should tell her. "Oh you know, movies and favorite TV shows." I said with a goofy grin. 

"Please, my mom doesn't even own a TV. Now what was it?" She said jokingly but still irritated. Clearly this was bugging her. 

"You." I finally said. 

"Me? What about me?" She sounded a little worried. 

"Just that she wanted you to be happy." I kissed her on her cheek again and added, "I told her that's what I wanted as well."

She let out a soft deep breath of relaxation. "Well, I am happy." She curled her body more into mine. I could feel her robe slide up a little on her waist, and now her nearly bare behind rested on my crotch. I wrapped my arms around her as if nothing happened. Just spooning innocently. I tried to ignore the fact my penis was beginning to harden. 

"I'm happy, too." I held her tighter; my hand lightly grazed the skin of her upper chest. Without even realizing my hand fell a little lower, tracing the curves of her cleavage.

She wiggled her hips closer to me. "Well it's not hard to tell you're happy." She wiggled her butt playfully more into my crotch. "Well, I guess it is hard..." She said jokingly to further accentuate that she knew I was getting turned on. Strangely it was as if it was no big deal discussing my erection while holding her so close to her breast. 

"Well that is clearly your fault." I played along in the same joking manner. "Your robe is barely on, you teased me with your ass this morning on the balcony, your chest practically fell in my hand, and I can actually see your uncovered butt now."

She laughed harder and held my arms tighter to her as if she didn't have a care in the world, and this was the most normal and relaxing behavior. She didn't seem the least bit concerned she just had her engagement party and that we were now innocently cuddling nearly naked. 

"And not to mention I didn't even get to finish the other night when you interrupted me." I said without realizing it and immediately wishing I could take that back. 

"What do you mean?" She said now a little more seriously. 

"Oh nothing."

"Jason! We don't keep secrets from each other." She said almost offended. 

And she was right; we've always been honest and open...about everything. 

"Well when you came into my room without knocking, I was in the middle of something..." I said a little embarrassed. 

"Oh, that... well I figured that." She laughed.

"How did you know?" I asked, not really surprised, more curious.

"Well for starters your boxers were on the floor, you were flushed and you looked started when I came in. But you didn't seem to mind." And there was that sly grin again.

"Well you just came in, didn't have much choice in the matter." I said jokingly, but realized it came off sounding irritated. 

"You know our deal, be open with each other and do whatever you need to do. You know...open door policy"

I didn't know we technically had an open door policy, but the thought excited me. "You mean I can just walk in to your room without knocking?"

She shrugged her shoulders slyly and giggled. 

"What if you're changing?" I asked. 

"So what?"

"What if you're, uh, entertaining yourself...?" I asked teasingly. 

"Well if you came in because you wanted to chat, I'd welcome the company...doesn't really matter what I'm doing." She added, "Besides it's not like you haven't seen me in far more embarrassing situations."

"That's true." I said as I tickled her over her robe. She giggled hysterically and it was only because I had her wrapped up in my arms that she didn't fall off the couch. It felt great to share this silly moment with her, and feel her squirm with pure joy. 

"How did we even get on this subject?" She asked. 

"When I said I was happy and you said you could tell." I laughed this time now moving my hips around, grinding into her. 

"Oh yeah." She laughed, "Glad to see you still are happy."

"Oh ha, ha." I said as we settled down. "You know that wasn't what I meant."

"Oh?" She said, and I couldn't tell if it was meant to be sarcastic or not. 

"I meant I was happy, because you are." I paused and heard nothing. The silence got my heart racing. "All I want is for you to be happy."

"You mean that?" She asked softly, and almost insecurely. 

"Of course I mean that." I held her tighter, and my hand slipped in her robe and cupped her breast as my arms wrapped and squeezed her tightly. I didn't even realize I was holding her breast firmly. It all felt so natural, and strangely innocent. 

She didn't seem mind. In fact she slid her nearly fully exposed ass deeper into my crotch. 

"I'm happy you found the one." I said as I took in the scent of her girly shampoo as her hair brushed against my nose. 

"Yeah, I think I have found the one." She said softly as her breaths were getting heavier. She started to slowly grind more into my flannel pants. I could feel the tip of my penis had slipped out from my buttonless fly. Now my growing shaft rested softly between her two round, warm cheeks. 

"So are we clear now?" She asked, still slowly squirming, more of a silly tease than anything else. 

"Clear about what?" I asked, much too distracted to have any idea what she was talking about. 

"Our open door policy." She said plainly. 

"Oh right. Yeah, if I need something, I'll just go in." I said still barely focusing on the words. 

"Good. What's mine is yours." She said softly as her breathing grew heavier. 

"Even this?" I asked as my hand reached down and grabbed her cheek firmly, pulling it out just a little so my erection could slide further in between her crack. "Is this mine?" My heart was now beating out of my chest. Did I really just ask her if her ass was mine? I knew I took it too far. 

Before she could even get the chance to respond, there was knock on the door that startled us both. 

"Who is it?" Ash called out. 

"It's Shannon. I think I left my phone in there somewhere."

Fuck! Ash and I both mouthed the words as she jumped off me and headed into the kitchen while tightening her robe. The shock and guilt of the situation killed my erection almost instantly. I went to the door and let her in. 

"Sorry to barge in, but I couldn't find it and figured it had to be here. Would you mind helping me look?"

She said as she was already wandering around the living room. We both walked into the kitchen, Ash pretended as if she was looking, but really just tried to stay out of it. 

Shannon darted into the bedroom and announced. "Aha! I left it on your nightstand. Of course."

She came out and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, gotta run." And she left just as quickly. 

I shut the door behind her and let out a huge sigh. "That was a close one." I said trying to calm down, relieved that she didn't see me grabbing her ass just a second ago.

"Yeah, maybe closer than you think." Ashley said sounding irritated. 

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" I was clueless but still panicked. 

"Oh I don't know...do you normally walk around with your dick hanging out of your pants?" She pointed at my crotch. 

"Oh shit." I was amazed to see my soft penis dangling out of my flannel pants. "Stupid no-button fly." I said tucking the flaccid thing back in my pants. 

"Do you think she saw?" I asked hoping against hope. 

Ash shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't know. She did look like she was in hurry and wanted to get out of here ASAP. I really have no idea what she saw."

"That is not comforting."

"It's the truth." She came over and rubbed my shoulders. "Just relax. Worst-case scenario, you can just blame it on your pants. If she asks, tell her you had no idea."

"She'll never believe that. But what choice do I have?" I said in defeat. 

"Let's not worry about it for now. Besides, I need your help with something today."

"Oh? Does it involve my stupid cock hanging out?" I said out of frustration. 

Her lips curled into curious grin. "Kind of..."

To be continued...