I'm standing in the steamy bathroom, having just gotten out of the shower, when Lila opens the door. Her face instantly contorts to one of shock with a slight twinge of fear before I notice her presence. I stare at her eyes. She does not stare back at mine, but instead at the throbbing, semi engorged member between my legs.
Unsure of what to do with myself, I examine Lila's reaction, trying to get a sense for how I should react. Should I reach for my towel hanging on the rack by the ajar door, just inches away from her. Should I laugh and play it off an accident, as if I hadn't purposely left the door unlocked. Should I begin a normal conversation like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
With her body still frozen in place Lila releases her gaze from my cock and locks onto my face. Her mouth now forms a perfect O shape, and her eyes are wide in surprise. The dark, dilated pupils of those wide eyes give her a slightly bedazzled look, as if she's just regained consciousness after being knocked out for a short period of time. Her breathing is noticeable now. I'm not sure if it's because the room is filled with an extremely awkward silence or if her breathing is abnormally louder than normal.
I can feel the veins in my cock begin to pulse as it gradually gets longer and thicker. It already extends halfway down my thigh and won't be long before it's at my knee. It throbs and twitches at the sight of a new onlooker to take in its sheer size.
After what felt like several minutes but had probably only been a handful of seconds, I decide to say something to ease the tension. "Hey, sorry about this. I must have forgotten to lock the door. My bad," I say in a sincere tone, not trying to imply anything too soon.
I take a step towards the towels.
Towards her.
She suddenly recoils, turning around, and closing the door with a quick slam in one smooth motion. From inside the steamy room, I hear her collapse into the door and slide down it to the floor. Her heavy breathes cause the door to move back and forth making a slight clicking sound in the locking mechanism. "No! No... I'm sorry," she says in a raspy, breathless voice. "It's my fault I should have knocked first. I'll give you a minute."
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Now let me set the scene for the previous events and the events yet to come.
Two months before this incident in the bathroom I moved into my friend's house. His parents were kind enough to take me in for a while.
In all there was my friend, his sister, his parents and I all under the same roof. Their house was quite large, so it didn't feel cramped with all of us. On top of that his parents were often out on business trips that would last a couple days at a time or more, and my friend was a sports scholar, which meant he was always at torments or training, so the house often felt quite empty.
The emptiness wasn't a problem thought because I had Lila. My best friend's sister. I only knew Lila by name before I moved in, but once I had settled, we got to know each other quickly. She was 18 (only a couple years younger than me and her brother) but extremely confident and good looking for her age.
Every night we were home alone we cooked together before watching a movie. We became almost inseparable. And I absolutely did not mind the company. Especially considering Lila's choice of loungewear. She often sported tight shorts that perfectly sculpted her large plump ass and had a firm grip on her thighs. Her even tighter crop tops showed off her round breasts leaving cleavage spilling over. It was a true sight to behold, and she didn't seem to mind the stares she received from me.
I would find any excuse I could to show off my well-toned body, often stripping down to my boxers and taking "naps" on the sofa in the main sitting room. I had caught her eyeing everything from my abs to the bulge of my flaccid member several times and played it off like I didn't know she was there until I could no longer avoid her presence.
There were a few days when one of her parents extended business trips and my friends sporting tournaments overlapped and I knew the house would be empty except for me and Lila for a while.
During the first day I had caught her lounging in just her underwear in the sitting room. She had quickly covered up using a nearby blanket and said, "Sorry I thought you were out".
I never said that I had plans to go out. I never even considered it. Not when I could be alone with Lila. "Oh, my bad. I didn't see you when I came down. Don't let me interrupt", I replied nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She had planned this encounter. And I knew it. So, I thought I'd play along. I started leaving the bathroom door unlocked while I was taking showers and made sure to spend a few extra minutes in the bathroom after turning off the shower so she might think I had already left and walk in. Which, as you know, is exactly what happened.
And that brings us back to me, standing in the bathroom, with just a door between me and my best friend's sister who I just exposed my naked body to. Not forgetting my "larger than average" penis.
I dry myself off for a few minutes, just listening to her heavy breathing on the other side of the door. Eventually she stands up and her footsteps get quieter as she walks away. When I leave the bathroom, she is nowhere to be seen.
I didn't see Lila at all until the evening of evening; we had made plans to cook together.
She smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. Not a smile filled with lust necessarily. But she seemed happy to see me.
A lack of underwear and my grey sweatpants showed off my obvious bulge excellently. You didn't have to look hard to see the shaft of my soft cock extending down my leg. I chose not bring attention to it and let the evening carry on as normal, despite the curious stares.
The conversation between us wasn't awkward while we cooked. Neither of us had brought up the incident from earlier and I intended to keep it that way, for now at least.
Eventually we sat down to eat, and Lila started talking about the date she had with her boyfriend later.
Lila had spoken about Mike to me a few times before, and from what I've gathered he doesn't sound like the best person in the world. Certainly not boyfriend material.
Mike, like my friend is also a sports scholar, and because of that deems himself above everyone else. His big head thinks he has the right to do anything he likes to anyone he likes. He practically abuses Lila for fun. She hadn't told me that, but I'd overheard her saying it to one of her friends on the phone a few weeks prior.
I am worried for Lila, because despite his shitty attitude she seemed to love him. I know it will only be a matter of time before he ruins what love she has for him.
The excited attitude Lila possesses for the date is laced with an apprehensive tone. As she speaks her voice became angry. Swapping from the topic of the date to Mike's habits of lies and deceit.
