Odd Living Companion
There's always a catch when two people of the opposite sex try to live together without getting romantic involved. They have to set boundaries, deal with privacy issues, and fight against their natural attractions. But it can be done, sometimes.
Sarah, a graduate student, found herself looking for a new roommate after her previous one moved out to live with her boyfriend. Mark was in the same position, also losing his roommate to the same couple. With both of them struggling to pay for their own place, they decided to share Sarah's apartment. It was conveniently located near the university where they both studied, and it had two bedrooms and only one bathroom.
To handle the shared bathroom situation, they agreed that they would lock the bedroom doors while using it and unlock them once done. And so, Mark moved in. Things seemed to be going well between them; they were sociable and gave each other the space they needed. They were careful not to show off their bodies around the apartment and maintained a platonic, almost chaste relationship.
One day, though, something unexpected happened. Late at night, Mark went into the bathroom to use it. Thinking it would just take a few seconds, he didn't bother to lock the other bedroom door. As he stood at the toilet, peeing, Sarah walked in. She saw him and was surprised. They both froze and stayed where they were.
Mark: Sarah quickly became a perfect roommate. She was friendly and considerate, never complaining about the mess I left in the bathroom. We didn't seem to share the same tastes, but she didn't seem too bothered by that. Life was easy with her. I felt comfortable with her and didn't mind her seeing me undressed occasionally. And she didn't seem to mind, either.
Sarah: Mark was a great roommate. He was tidy, helpful, and kept to himself. I appreciated the way he respected my privacy and didn't invade my space. We got along well and were often in the same room doing our own things. But one night, things changed.
I was about to use the bathroom when I noticed Mark was already in there. I panicked and stopped in my tracks. There he was, peeing into the toilet, completely unaware of my presence. It seemed like I had just interrupted a private moment.
Mark: I was going about my business when Sarah walked in. I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't even realize she was there. I just jokingly said, "I forgot to lock the door," as I flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. Her comment about my penis not looking normal stayed with me for a while. It made me wonder if she had noticed something different about my genitals. But it was nothing serious; it was just a casual observation.
Sarah: It was a moment of awkwardness when I saw Mark with his penis out while peeing. I tried to look away but couldn't help but notice his size. It was a little larger than what I had seen before. I should have kept quiet, but I felt the need to mention it. It crossed my mind that maybe he had some medical issue.
Mark: After Sarah's comment, I couldn't get the incident out of my mind. I found myself thinking about her more than usual. Was it because we shared a bathroom? Or was it something deeper? I was curious about what she thought of me. Despite being aware of the potential pitfalls of living with someone of the opposite sex, I couldn't deny that we were drawn to each other.
Sarah: I couldn't shake off the incident from that morning. It made me realize that living with a male roommate had its challenges, especially when you're dealing with shared facilities. I tried to ignore it, but the sight of Mark's penis lingered on in my thoughts. I couldn't help but think about it every time I used the bathroom. It was a strange feeling, but I tried to move on.
Mark: The next day, we continued as if nothing had happened. We had breakfast together, as usual, avoiding any mention of the bathroom incident. I couldn't help but notice that Sarah seemed different, though. Her movements were more exaggerated, her lips were slightly parted. She seemed more aware of herself and her body.
Sarah: We both managed to forget about the bathroom incident as we went about our morning routines. However, I couldn't shake off the feeling of having seen Mark in such an intimate situation. I felt strangely drawn to him. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him. I decided to ignore these thoughts and focus on my studies.
There was an incident that I couldn't stop thinking about. I had my penis out, and she was watching casually as she lowered her pajama bottoms to use the toilet. Perhaps she's just comfortable with the human body? I wondered what she felt, was she aroused by what happened? And what about that comment about me not being normal?
Sarah noticed a change in me. My gaze was more intense, seemingly undressing her. She too noticed my often exposed chest. I wondered if I should wait for her to make the first move, worried about making a fool of myself. When she said she was going to shower, I quickly took the opportunity to use the toilet, assuming she'd keep me company since she walked in on me. However, the door was already unlocked.
Sarah felt uneasy as she thought Mark was paying her back for invading his privacy. He came into the bathroom, steam filling the room due to her shower. She noticed me observing her through the translucent shower door, her hands methodically soap her body. Was she doing it on purpose to entice me? She asked if I minded her looking at my penis, intrigued by the different size and shape. I explained I've always been circumcised and lost sensitivity. She thanked me for the peek before rushing off, fearing I'd think she's a pervert.
Mark was stunned. He couldn't believe what happened, and after leaving the bathroom, asked to view Sarah's body. She hesitated and eventually stripped down to show me her entire naked form, feeling vulnerable. Moved, he commented that she was more beautiful than normal.
Sarah was shocked. She couldn't believe she just let a man stare at her naked, potentially earning negative judgment. Yet, she permitted him, simply curious. Both felt uncertain about their actions, but perhaps it was enough to break the ice.
I asked if she wanted to know more about me; she said yes. I discussed my cervix, reassuring her it was a common anatomy. I told her people of different races might have different form and function. She questioned if she could touch it, I readily agreed and guided her, explaining how to do so. She found her cervix, noting its slight stickiness. She then asked to show me her breasts, but she held the toilet paper over her vagina. I thought about exposing myself, but then she spoke up, asking if she could see my testicles. I insisted she feel them first. She touched and held them, experiencing their firm texture, before reveling in their size and density. She then showed me hers, comparing us and realising they were similar. I felt comforted by the similarities and normalcy, before mentioning I'd like to see her anus. She consented, but requested the same privacy. I guided her to insert a finger to locate it. She felt the tight and soft elastic ring, satisfyingly rubbing her finger inside. She then allowed me to do the same.
When Sarah returned to the shower after admiring my anatomy, she left the door unlocked. When I entered to resume using the toilet, she didn't object, instead listened as I spoke about my experiences with anus stimulation. I shared how I enjoy anal play, insisting she try it once, promising it wouldn't hurt. She listened with interest but refused to try it. "I don't know about that," she said and returned to asking questions about my circumcision.
I explained about the benefits of circumcision in terms of cleanliness, lessening risks for various infections. She remained unsure, bringing up the issue of sex. She asked how it felt, describing how she struggled to please her husband because his penis was too large. I detailed how to make it easier for him using various techniques and told her to trust her natural instincts. She mentioned feeling objectified when we first saw each other naked, but things became different when I made it all about me. She also mentioned my positive reaction to her anatomy, but wished she looked like a porn star. I reminded her of the diversity in human bodies, and our natural differences being good.
Sarah wondered how it felt having a larger-than-average member, asking for advice on pleasing her husband. I encouraged her to let her body lead the way, speaking of her instincts. She appreciated the advice and declared our experience as positive. She also said I was nice and promising.
Our encounter ended when Mark left, leaving Sarah to process our new shared experience. While she contemplated how my reaction differed from those in porn, she appreciated our open engagement about intimate matters and felt less self-conscious about her body. Ultimately, she viewed me as a safe person to express herself.
I told him, "You as well," as I approached him. I offered my assistance in removing his attire. We held each other closely and started exploring each other's bodies with a ravenous hunger. We ended up in my bedroom. There's no doubt about it - I wanted to feel his penis inside me. His back and forth motion triggered an expected (or "typical," if you will) reaction in me. Although his penis was smaller than the standard size, it was still useful. I was wrong about my initial comment. I also take back my statement about him not fitting my type. We discovered a common ground.
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And they lived contently until graduation, when they each went their separate ways. The tale has reached its conclusion.
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