I knew that Karen and Mark had grown very close over the last couple months, but when they decided to move in together, I was still shocked. It's not that I wanted her to move in with me-although we had been seeing each other for awhile, and sleeping together pretty regularly since that first night we hooked up at the party, I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, and I don't think she wanted that either. There wasn't any jealousy on my part, despite the fact that Mark was a good-looking guy and I knew that Karen though he was hot, since I knew that Mark was completely gay. In fact, I was sure that Mark would have rather had me moving in with him, if it had been a romantic thing.
What shocked me was just the idea that they would want to live together instead of each having their own place. After all, we were all young and single and had apartments of our own, which I thought was pretty ideal. But we did hang out together a lot, and Karen and Mark had a lot of the same interests in music and theater, so as friends I suppose it made as much sense as any other two people living together.
The house they'd found was admittedly terrific. On the older side, but with a small back yard, plenty of room inside, and decent sized bedrooms for each of them. I knew they planed to throw some serious parties at this place.
Although Karen and I hadn't declared yet used the "boyfriend/girlfriend" terms for each other, I guess we were close enough that I was expected to help her move-at least I didn't feel like I could say no and expect semi-regular sex to become frequent. That's why I was at the house that day, going back and forth to the rental truck and the house moving furniture and boxes.
We'd just about finished, and Mark and I were carrying in the last of the boxes.
"You guys couldn't have waited until after the hottest part of the summer to move, I guess?" I said. "I'm seating like a two-dollar whore."
"I didn't decide when the lease came available," Mark said. "And you're not the only one sweating here." I admitted to myself that he was certainly working as hard as I was, and the sweat running down his naked torso was proof. "But don't worry, I have it on good authority that muscular sweaty men are a huge turn on for certain people, so I'm sure you'll get your reward." Mark tilted his head in the direction of Karen's room, where she was arranging her furniture and belongings.
"Certain people, huh?" I said.
"Well, I know I've been sporting an erection since you took your shirt off, so I'm just assuming..." Mark grinned. MY eyes involuntarily went to the front of his jeans when he said it, and lo and behold, it did look like there was a distinct swelling there. I realized what I was doing and practically jerked my eyes up, but Mark had seen the glance. "Caught you looking." He laughed.
I blushed, but there is something about knowing that someone else finds you sexy that is a turn on, I had to admit.
I set the box of DVDs I was carrying next to the entertainment center. "Shut up," I said. "Besides, you have an erection pretty much all the time, it's got nothing to do with me."
"True dat," said Mark. "I'm just a horny guy, I guess. But you do look sexy all sweaty and hard-bodied. I guarantee that Karen agrees. But if she doesn't, you know where to find me..."
I rolled my eyes, and Mark chuckled as he made his way to his room. I went into Karen's room and found her bent over her dresser, loading it with her delightful collection of tiny thongs and silken bras. Her posture, with her butt in the air inside a pair of tiny cutoff shorts made my own nether regions twitch. I walked up behind her and gave her upturned ass a playful smack and stroke. She gasped in surprise and turned around.
