I awake to music playing downstairs. It's my roommate Mason...he's always been such an early riser and it drives me crazy. What time is it anyway? I slowly roll over to look at the clock on my nightstand. It says 7:30 am in bright red numbers
7:30 in the morning? 7:30 is far too early for any normal person to be awake, let alone playing such peppy music. I roll over, trying to get back to sleep, even though I know from experience that I'm going to be up for good now. Damn it Mason...Once again, I'm going to go have to go down there and give him a piece of my mind.
I reluctantly roll out of bed, rubbing my tired eyes with a yawn. What a way to start my Saturday. I had planned on staying in bed until lunchtime, but apparently that's off the table now. I leave my room, walking towards the small bathroom. Maybe a shower will help fix this morning.
My name is Hannah Goodall, and I live in a small California condo with my dickish roommate Mason. The two of us couldn't be more different - He's tall with short black hair, while I'm a short blonde. He's always working out and being active while I prefer to stay at home and read. He's such a loud person - and not just physically either. Every time he walks into a room, he ends up drawing the attention of every girl in the room.
I would never admit it, but I secretly find him attractive too. Even with his strong muscles and fit physique, he still managed to keep his adorable boyish charm. Many times I've imagined what it would feel like to be in his arms, though I never let it get too far...I do have to live with him after all.
The bath tub is already filled with water, even though I can hear Mason's music playing downstairs. Figures - he's always so forgetful. I sit on the edge of the tub, pulling the plug out of the drain. As I wait for the water to drain from the tub, I look down at my cell phone. I have one missed call and two unanswered texts from last night. All three of them are from my friend Jane.
As I'm scrolling through my phone, Mason suddenly walks into the bathroom wearing nothing but a dull yellow towel around his waist. "Wah!" I exclaim in surprise, falling backwards into the still full tub. Mason didn't notice me there until I shout and splash into the water, and he's just as surprised as I am. "What...what are you - I thought you were downstairs!" I sputter, unable to finish a sentence.
"I thought you were asleep!" He exclaims. "Jesus Hannah..." Finally he leans forward, wrapping his arm around my waist and easily puling me out of the tub. Now that the initial surprise has worn off, I'm angry at Mason for causing me to fall in the tub.
"I don't need your help!" I exclaim as he pulls me from the bathtub. As soon as my wet feet hit the linoleum floor though, they fall out from under me, making me fall against Mason. He catches me, pulling my body up against him. I groan internally at my clumbsiness, but loving the feel of my small breasts against his bare, muscular chest. I can easily feel his semi-erect cock pressed between my legs and I blush as I feel it get harder. Clearly Mason's enjoying this as much as I am.
Mason holds me for a bit longer than necessary, looking down at me. I refuse to meet his gaze, pressing my face against his chest with embarassment. "Please let go now,"I mutter, my words muffled against his chest. Mason chuckles, but carefully lets me go. I let out an involuntary sigh as his arm leaves my waist, and blush even harder. As soon as I can, I leave the bathroom, quickly walking back to the privacy of my bedroom and shutting the door behind me.
I look in the mirror and groan. My thin white tank top is completely soaked, my hardened pink nipples easily visible through the wet material. There's no way he missed that. Then I think about how hard he got as he was holding me, and I feel a slight shiver go down my spine. I imagine it pressed against me again, and bite my lip. Fuck, I can't be thinking this...
I change out of my wet clothes, exchanging them for a green top and brown shorts before leaving my room. The bathroom door is still shut, and I can hear the shower going. I guess he decided against the bath after all. I try not to imagine Mason standing in the shower without the yellow towel and almost walk right into the wall. Smooth one Hannah.
I walk down the stairs, mentally chastising myself for obsessing over the encounter with Mason. I grab the frying pan and a couple eggs. Here's hoping I can manage to make breakfast without any more embarrassing mishaps. I break the eggs, putting them on the stove to cook while I search through the cupboards for my favourite mug.
I finally spot it on the top shelf and I glare at it. Trust Mason to put my favourite mug on the shelf that I can barely reach. I reach up on my tip toes, reaching up for the shelf. My fingers brush against the edge of the mug, but I can't grasp it.
Then Mason walks up behind me. I don't notice him there until he chuckles at my situation. "Need help with that?" He asks
"No, I can get it!" I don't turn to look at him, still stretching towards the mug. Mason walks over towards me, putting his hand on my waist and reaching past me to grab the mug from the cupboard. As he does, his body presses slightly against my back. He's wearing thin jogging pants, and I can feel his manhood against my ass. I automatically press back against it before I can stop myself.
Luckily Mason doesn't seem to notice, handing me my mug from the cupboard. As he does, I turn around to face him. "Thanks I guess," I say, pretending that his closeness doesn't affect me as much as it does.
