First I am going to warn you...if you don't want to read any further, you
don't have to. My blog is not for the light-hearted. I'm doing it because, well,
to be honest I get bored. I'm 26 and I live alone, I only work four days a week and I
seem to have a lot of free time. When I said I live alone...that's been for the last
three months when my flatmate moved out because of our constant disagreements. He was an
asshole, that's all I'm going to say. But the cash flow has not been so great
lately, and I had to put up an advertisement for a new flatmate. I'd been asking
around, but couldn't find anybody interested. It was probably because I put up
pictures of my flat on the advertisement. The flat is not so dingy, but it's just not
very big. Anyhow, for some reason I didn't think to put male flatmate wanted on the
advertisement. I didn't think at all. I put just one paper up on the notice board at
the university down the road, intending to put more up once I'd printed more out.
That same afternoon, I got a call from Tilly.
Where to start...she is 24, and she studies psychology. She says she wants to be a
child psychologist. She also works as a receptionist at her father's car yard
whenever she has spare time. That's where she is now...I get the feeling that I might
not be seeing a lot of her. If it was anyone else, that would not be a bad thing. But the
thing is...with Tilly it is different. She is HOT. And I never just throw that word
around. She looks sophisticated and classy but cute at the same time. She has long wavy
nearly back hair and quite brown skin even though she says she has no blood in her other
than European. She says what attracted her to this flat is A. she is desperate because she
and her boyfriend just broke up so she had to move out of their house and B. The location
- it is close to the uni as well as where she works and C. It's cheap. That's
true - I couldn't get away with charging her too much for such a small room.
I feel like such a fucking creep because of what I have just done. She left for
work two hours ago, and she told me that she finishes at five oclock. After she left, I
waited twenty minutes, in case she had to turn around and come home because she had
forgotten something, then I went and snooped through her room. I can't believe I did
it, I never do things like that I swear. My curiousity just got the better of me. And you
know what? Ninety per cent of her underwear is lacy. This interests me. I can't wait
for Tilly to come home...I can bet we will be having some type of conversation. She's
very confident and outgoing. You would have to be, wouldn't you? To move in with a
complete stranger.
Hmmmm. I can't be responsible for the things going through my head right now.
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When Tilly arrived home from work the other day, I was quite upset. I don’t know
what I expected though, really. She arrived home with some guy named Lance and they said
nothing but hello then disappeared to her bedroom for hours. I stayed up the whole time,
watching TV by myself, bored. I had work early the next morning but by midnight I’d kind
of lost that will to sleep, I had my second-wind. Ridden with boredom, I called my mate
Ed. He was asleep, which is hard to believe because he’s a gamer who never sleeps. I got
his sister on the phone, though. Her name is Rachel and she’s 17, I think. She’s gorgeous,
but obviously out of bounds. I hope like hell that Ed doesn’t know about these blogging
sites. So yes, I was watching some stupid reality show repeat on the telly and found
myself chatting to Rachel for a bit. It was only ten minutes or so, but it worked out to
be perfect because Tilly and her man friend walked out at the best moment. Lance
disappeared out the door (I happened to notice that there was no goodbye kiss or hug) and
then as Tilly was walking back through the lounge I quickly said goodbye to Rachel and
hung up. Tilly asked me if that was my girlfriend, and winked. I told her casually that it
was just a girl mate. I don’t even know why I said that. I don’t even know Tilly, I don’t
know why I want to make her jealous. Probably just because she made me jealous…but why
should I be? If she has a boyfriend, then so what. She’s just my flatmate.
I was happy when Tilly sat down beside me on the sofa and we stayed up for so long
chatting about everything and anything. I found out that her mother does rodeo, how crazy
is that? When she started it, her father left her because he thought it was ridiculous
that she would rather do that than spend time being involved in the family business. Tilly
is an only child, and she has suspicions that she’s adopted but she says she will never
have the guts to confront her parents about it. She was so calm and relaxed about
it…that’s just the way she is, as far as I can tell. Nothing seems to faze her. Not that
she shows, anyway. I also found out that Lance is her ex-boyfriend, which shocked me at
first until she explained that she wants no involvement with him any longer, but they have
a long running class project together that they have to get done to pass a paper. I wasn’t
sure whether to believe her or not, to be honest. She went on to say how she doesn’t miss
him at all, she just misses the comfort of a male in general. I didn’t know what to make
of that. She went away and had a shower, while I dozed on the couch, planning to go to bed
as soon as I could be bothered. I was about to get up when she walked back through the
kitchen and called out goodnight…and I caught a glimpse of what she was wearing. I still
cannot get that image out of my head, I tell you. If that’s what she sleeps in every night
then I’d like to know why. I don’t know what they call it, maybe a camisole? Some sort of
nightie. It was see-through anyway, it was like there was no point wearing it. The only
part that was not see-through was the part covering her breasts. It reached just below her
butt cheeks, which was my pleasure to notice as she leaned over to look into the fridge.
Did she know I was there? It exposed her to-die-for legs, which resembled caramel exactly.
I’ve never liked caramel, the flavor, but now I think I do. I was thinking right then and
there…I’d do anything to be able to taste those legs. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to
tear my eyes away or not. It would be the decent thing to do, wouldn’t it? But she must
have known that she was in full view of me. Maybe being seen in her nightie was nothing to
her. For all I know, her bathing suit might expose more. I noticed that in her bare
nothings, she wasn’t actually as slim as she appeared to be when clothed. This didn’t
change the way I was thinking at all. She definitely wasn’t fat, she just had thicker
thighs and less bone than I’d anticipated. As she turned around, I swear I nearly creamed
myself as I noticed the strap slip over her shoulder, revealing the top part of one
perfect, pert breast. The strap slipped down further as she unscrewed the top of a water
bottle, and my heart sank when her hair fell over the rest of the breast that was so close
to being exposed. Her hair is nice though….that was the first time I’d ever seen it out of
its ponytail.
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard her call goodnight. Had she seen me
peeking? Did she expect me not to? She was already down the hallway by the time I managed
to get my head together and call goodnight back. Now that she was gone, I could finally
stand up without worrying about her noticing my boner. Once in bed, I knew I wasn’t going
to be able to drift off easily. How could I, when I have a ridiculously sexy girl in
lingerie just down the hall? I hate myself for wondering if she’s easy or not, but I can’t
help it. I’m a guy…my last girlfriend once hit me when I used that line to excuse myself
from various things. I wonder what Tilly would think if I told her I had a raging hard-on
because of her and I can’t help it because I’m a guy. Somehow I don’t think it would go
down to well. As far as I could tell from our conversation that we’d had, she didn’t seem
to be a slut. That’s the thing about girls. You want them to sleep with you, but you
don’t’ want them to have gone around half the town. There’s something satisfying about
knowing that it was you and your own efforts that got a girl into bed with you. That they
chose you.
I think I was just drifting off to sleep, with Tilly’s legs on my mind when
something stirred me. I guessed it was the sound of the door opening, and I will admit
that for a second there I freaked out because I was half asleep. I was about to roll over
in my bed and see what the hell was going on when I felt the blankets lift…and then I
smelt her. Until then, I hadn’t actually acknowledged that she had that smell, but now I
definitely recognized it. I must have subconsciously absorbed the scent of her perfume and
associated it with her. I don’t even know if it was her perfume, maybe it was her shampoo
or something. But whatever it was, it smelled amazing. Not that girly scent that so many
girls wear…it wasn’t floral or fruity or anything like that. Not that I know anything
about perfume. It was kind of dark and mysterious, kind of like cinnamon perhaps.
Yes, Tilly was in my bed.
I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. Not at first. My dick realized what was
going on and immediately stiffened. I was facing the wall, with her lying behind me, and I
nearly cried out when I realized that she was topless. Her naked tits were pressing up
against my back, I could feel them. She wriggled over further, flattening her chest
against me and all I could think was is this really happening?. Slowly and cautiously, I
reached behind me and my hand landed on her thigh. She still didn’t speak. I actually
wondered, for a second, if she was sleepwalking. I slid my hand upward, wanting to do it
slowly and sexily for her but I was so keen to feel her spot that my hand had a mind of
its own. Her skin grew warmer as I felt my way upward, and when I felt the lace edge of
her panties, I had to let out a long breath. I rolled over quickly, hoping she wouldn’t
argue, and cursed the darkness for hiding her body from my view. I was about o ask her if
I could turn the light on, but I realized that somehow the dark made it less
nerve-wracking. The only upside about me not being able to see her body was her not being
able to see my face.
Then she asked me…Don’t you ever get lonely, Peter?
I didn’t know what to say. I replied Yes, hoping that was right. She didn’t say any
more. I lowered my mouth to her nipple, and after a few gentle nibbles I heard her
breathing deepen, and I buried my head in her breasts with pure joy. All too soon, she
reached for my chin and with her hands and brought my face up to meet hers. As my eyes had
adjusted to the dark slightly, I could make out the outline of her sexy messy hair and the
whites of her eyes.
“I think it’s sad that a person ever sleeps alone,” she told me, then kissed me
once, too quickly.
Again, I am gobsmacked, because I’m an idiot.
“I know,” I said. Real smooth…not.
“Take my knickers off,” she whispered, and I thought I’d heard wrong. My hot new
flatmate, who is actually a cool chick, was in my bed topless and now she was asking me to
remove her knickers. I love my life, that’s all that I was thinking.
I didn’t need telling twice, I did as I was told. Before she could say anything
more, I let my hand dive into the shadows between her legs and instantly I was in heaven.
She wasn’t just moist, she so wet she was about to drip. I wondered how she got that way.
Was it from me, when I was sucking her tits? The warmth was alluring, and as I allowed my
fingers to do some more exploring. I smiled to myself when I notice she was completely
clean. Not a single hair within reach. Ed says he finds it disturbing to sleep with a girl
with no pubic hair. I don’t know how his brain works. I was just getting two fingers into
position, about to stab her pussy in the hope to hear her moan, when she thrust her hand
down under the covers and closed it around my wrist. She lifted my arm up away from her
goodness and squeezed my hand.
“Let’s go to sleep,” she said, and my smile disappeared, but not completely. She
rolled over onto her side, resting her arm across my torso. I wriggled in closer, my skin
against hers. I could feel the pulsing of her heart, at normal rate while mine was going
crazy in overdrive. We lay like that for the rest of the night. I didn’t fall sleep for
another hour at least. All I was thinking was What a fucking tease…but it wasn’t like I
minded all that much. It was better than nothing. Maybe it was even a good thing.
In the morning, I overslept because I never set my alarm the night before. Let’s
just say I had other things on my mind. When Tilly rose at quarter past eight, I groaned,
disappointed at myself. I haven’t missed a day of work in eight months. Tilly put her
hand on my cheek, said nothing but “I’ve got to go to class now,” and then left. I lay
there in bed motionless until I heard her car leave the driveway. I jumped out of bed,
grabbed the phone and called work. I said I have a stomach bug, and slept through my
alarm because I’d been up all night vomiting. If my boss reads this, then I’m sure he will
understand. (Wink). I then went and stood in the shower for twenty minutes, getting rid of
all the lust that had built up in my balls. Pictures of Tilly flashed through my mind…the
perfect curves on her chest, her long dark hair. I thought of the softness of her pussy
and it was as if I could still feel it on my fingers.
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