Unpublished work © 2024 Mischievous Imagination. Use of the following material must be authorized by explicit written consent.
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Author's note :
- This tale is part of a series of standalone stories that take place in cities all over the world.
- All the characters are over the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
- My stories involve a lot of sex that isn't about phallic penetration, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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My eyes snapped open. Something had woken me up. I concentrated, nervous, trying to figure out what. All was quiet, the usual silence caused by the absence of sound; but there was an unusual intensity to it. I heard a soft rustle and understood. It was the sound of someone trying very hard not to be heard. That could only be my flatmate, Catelyn, coming home from her night out. I relaxed and closed my eyes to drift off to sleep again when I thought I heard a choked sob. I tensed, instantly alert, and listened hard. The silence filled my ears, so thick I had to pull on my earlobes to dislodge it. There! I heard it again. A muffled cry. I sat up and tiptoed to the bedroom door, pressing my ear against it, trying to figure out if she was crying and needed a comforting flatmate. Nothing. The room beyond was quiet. Just to make sure, with achingly slow motions, I pulled down the handle and opened the door a crack. I couldn't see anything in the dark room beyond and so I opened it further to look around. Across from my bedroom door was the living room couch and it was dimly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window to my left. On the couch, I could see Catelyn, lying on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow. The moonlight provided just enough of a glow for me to make out her rhythmic writhing. I looked at her, uncomprehending, then understanding rushed in, closely followed by embarrassment. She was naked and her arm was pinned beneath her stomach, her hand between her legs... I hastily retreated, bowing my head. As I closed the door, I heard the sound again. It was muffled by the pillow and definitely not a sob. Not one of sadness at any rate. I smiled and pulled my door closed.
The latch clicked loudly. I swore under my breath.
I froze in place, my hand still on the handle. I heard a muffled question. She had heard something. I listened and heard cloth rustling. My heart was beating quickly. What was she doing? I had the sudden sensation that she was right behind my door. As noiselessly as I could, I went down on all fours and peered under the door. Sure enough, there were two shadows where her feet blocked the moonlight. She was probably listening at my door to see if I was asleep. I suppressed an inappropriate giggle as my embarrassment chafed at my nerves. I didn't move. After a while, she walked away and I crept back to my bed. I closed my eyes and my mind flashed through what I had just seen. The arc of Catelyn's beautiful nude buttocks glowing in the moonlight, the moans of pleasure. My erection pressed into the mattress. I turned over in my bed and grabbed my throbbing penis. I had moved in only a month ago, but I confess Catelyn had already played a certain part in some of my fantasies. With such a moment fresh in my mind, I couldn't stop myself, I imagined kissing that beautiful ass and pressing my naked body against hers as she touched herself, lying on her stomach on that couch. I masturbated with her moans on repeat in my mind.
The next morning, as I was groggily eating breakfast, Catelyn emerged from her room and grunted a greeting. I looked up and forced myself to be as nonchalant as I could as I nodded back. She was still wearing her nightclothes and one of the shoulder straps of her loose fitting nightgown had slid down her arm to reveal a nipple.
She didn't seem to notice as she casually grabbed the strap and pulled it in place. She plopped herself down on the bar stool across from me and yawned, slumping against the wall as she did so.
"How was your night out?" I asked, pushing some warm toast, butter and vegemite her way.
She mumbled something unintelligible that I took for a thank you and replied more articulately, "Frustrating."
I waited for more information and, when none was forthcoming, laughed. "Have some comfort toast then."
I got up to do the previous evening's dishes and a companionable silence installed itself as she finished her breakfast. I turned around, wiping my hands on the dish towel and saw her looking at me intently, head cocked to the side, as if pondering something.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything she blurted out, "Did you hear me come home yesterday evening?"
I hesitated, trying to figure out whether or not to lie, to avoid the embarrassment. I decided on the evasive truth and teased. "More like this morning you mean, you were up late!"
She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat and the silence soured, becoming awkward.
"Um yeah, I heard you..." I searched for the right words to alleviate the tension "...moving around," I finished lamely.
She burst out laughing and the tense silence was shooed away. I chuckled, her laughter so communicative. She rubbed her eyes and then smiled at me mischievously. "That won't do, you know the rules of this flat, everything needs to be even."
"Alright, I'll clean the toilet! I told you I was going to do it this morning!" I exclaimed in mock exaggeration, a smile still on my lips.
She only narrowed her eyes playfully, we both knew that wasn't what she was referring to. And even though the conversation had trailed off unfinished, the rest of the morning went by in pleasant companionship. We went around doing chores, quite inefficiently, as she told me about her night out and her unsuccessful attempts at seduction.
"Some guys really are clueless," she finished, eyeing me in a nondescript manner.
"Really? Maybe you're just sending out confusing signals," I answered innocently, folding my laundry.
A bra hit me in the face. I yelped in surprise and Catelyn burst out laughing. I retaliated by sending a tee-shirt at her head, and that started a full-blown laundry fight.
We stumbled across the apartment, giggling and strewing laundry everywhere. I ducked behind an armchair to catch my breath. I had lost track of where Catelyn was, and the room was suddenly ominously quiet. I peeked around the armchair and didn't see her. I decided to rush behind the sofa and, just as I threw myself behind it, Catelyn appeared from that exact location. We collided head on and fell to the floor in a tangle of groans and laughter.
As we lay side by side, panting, Catelyn held her forehead with one hand and hit me playfully on the arm with the other. "That hurt, you big brute!"
"Back at you," I retorted.
I turned my head towards her and was suddenly conscious of how close we were lying. Her big almond coloured eyes delved into mine. Her lips were slightly parted and glistening. I stared at her, mesmerized and, suddenly very self-conscious, stood up, extending my arm to help her up.
"Now I have to take revenge twice!" she responded to my extended hand by batting it away playfully as she stood up.
