The House 2 - part three

Rachel pulls her jeans off her ankles, and drops them casually to the floor. You try not to stare, but something about her is stirring your arousal - she's so sweet but so sexual at the same time - you wonder if she realises just how good she looks, how it's turning you on to look at her, despite yourself. You're not usually so attracted to other girls - well, not in this way anyway - but watching her like this is reminding you of all those fantasies you've had, alone in bed at night, masturbating deliciously at the thought of being with another girl - of touching another girl - and if you were to do it, if you were to realise the fantasy - you know for certain that Rachel would be at the top of your list.

"So tell me about you and Roger," she smiles, casually pulling up her small t-shirt, tugging it off over her head, leaving her in just a deliciously small bra and the tiniest of knickers, busying herself putting her clothes in the wardrobe, seemingly unaware of the effect she's having on you. You try not to look at her almost naked young body, so smooth and soft and tempting - god if you could just touch her, just for a moment...

"There's nothing to tell really," you say, "we're just friends, y'know...".

"Oh right," she smiles, "it's just, I thought you were maybe together or something - so you're not sleeping together...?"

Such a direct question - but she asks it so casually - and she'll find out quickly enough, you may as well tell her... "Well, there's no really good way to put this... we're just friends - we're not going out together or anything, but... well... we sort of have this thing... just a fun thing, y'know... where we sort of have a good time together when we both feel like it..."

"You mean like a sexual thing...?"

"Yes," you reply, a little embarrassed, "it's just sex, really - we both like it a lot... so every so often we get together and let our hair down a little... it's sort of our dirty little secret - nobody else knows, but I guess since you're living here, you may as well know - you'd find out sooner or later, and it'll save us having to be sneaky around you or something..."

"God, that's really cool - so like there's not even a relationship, you're just... just having sex when you feel like it...?" She unclips her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, entirely unselfconcious undressing in front of you - she clearly feels comfortable around you - would she feel the same way if she knew that you can hardly take your eyes off her delicious, pert young breasts, her mouth-watering nipples... you try not to think about it...

"It's good, isn't it?" you smile. "Works for us, anyway. Are you seeing anyone at the moment...?"

"God no," she smiles, searching in her drawer for something appropriate to wear, bending over a little - your gaze wanders over her delicious bum, barely covered by her small white panties, then up her bare back, wanting her to turn around, wanting to see her breasts again. She turns around, holding a small blouse in her hand, your gaze wandering over those gorgeous pert nipples again. "It's been three months now," she continues, "I think it'd heal up if it wasn't for my vibrator, y'know?" That's it - you're definitely wet now - just for a moment you picture her naked on the bed, her thighs spread, fucking herself hard with a vibrator, coming deliciously, urgently, gorgeously... her back arched, her body trembling as she comes...

Rachel slips a small blouse on, covering herself up casually - you're almost relieved - you turn the conversation towards helping her settle in, and leave her to finish unpacking - but as you walk down the staircase, you can feel your own wetness tricking down the inside of your thighs, warm and wet, your arousal pulsing deliciously from between your legs as you make your way downstairs... such a delicious girl...

(continued next time...)