Back in my mid 20's I was dating a VERY conservative Christian girl in her late 20's. Once I came out as an Atheist, our dating really cooled off from hand holding and snuggling while watching movies at my place to... meeting in public more and more with her female roommate.
Let's call the christian girl I was dating Madison, and let's call Madison's nerdy roommate Evie. Both of these women were modestly curvy brunettes, maybe 5' 6". Madison had absurd, Disney princess prettiness, and was one increment thinner than Evie. Evie was always dressed a bit frumpy, like she deliberately bought clothes two sizes too big
Evie and Madison had been friends for most of their lives, and I was pretty sure Evie was used to Madison being "the pretty one" which was a gross underestimate of her charms. She was a very attractive girl, but she had no fashion sense, a dumpy haircut, and coke-bottle glasses. And as I think more and more about it- you should imagine Evie as a slightly taller Velma in baggy clothes? And now I wonder if she was going for that look on purpose.
One night I was cooking at Madison's place. I was nice and dressed up, date-ready. Madison was... wearing basically a sweatshirt and gym shorts. She wasn't wearing makeup and had her hair in a bun. I got the vibe that the magic was gone. Especially when right as I was plating dinner, Evie came through the door. This was planned. Her roommate was there as a buffer. Yeap. I was all the way out. I hid my heartbreak pretty well, and we had some great food to eat, so my night wasn't a complete wash. I set the table for three, and I made jokes and smalltalk.
Evie told me I looked really nice. We saw each other all the time at work, so I was a bit more dressy than usual. I returned the compliment as Evie was basically in her work clothes, which weren't TOO baggy today. Madison didn't seem to mind the lack of attention on her ensemble. We finished dinner and shared a bottle of wine between the three of us. Somehow the conversation turned to how we look at work, how we look on a date, and how we look online.
"Madison is one of those lucky people that looks great everywhere" said Evie admiring her across the table. I couldn't help but agree. Even in a no-effort way, she looked amazing. Like some heavenly visitor gracing we petty humans with her presence. Evie also found the opportunity to make a self-deprecating comment about her looks
"Me, I look like a goblin every where I go" she said
"That's not true! You're both very pretty. I was super intimidated approaching Madison, I always thought you two were twins, or at least sisters." This was my honest first impression of the two.
"Really!?" They both guffawed"
"Gods' honest truth. Now, me, I look great in person. I'm easily an 8/10." This was a bit of an exaggeration, but I went on with the boldness of wine
"Adrian Brody snozz, handsome, classic Frenchman features, maybe a bit gangly- but in pictures, I look like a bridge troll!"
Evie perked up "Ooh! lemme see you in pictures!"
"Sure! Just lemme make sure you don't see any of my naked pictures, those are true atrocities!" I joked.
Without hesitation- Evie leaned in even closer "I bet you look great naked too..." with her face that close, and the implications of that sentence, my heart skipped a beat, and I could feel a rush of blood to my cock.
"umm... well... let's just get you these pictures." Evie scooted her chair right next to mine. Madison, seemed completely disinterested, and excused herself to open another bottle of wine and refill everyone's drinks. Evie and I flipped through a few pictures of me in junky clothes I'd wear out to bars, or hanging out with friends, some of my snazzier selfies, and I started to pull the phone away when I knew we were starting to sneak up on some... "artistic nudes" of myself. I thought I was in kind of a weird situation, where the roommate of my soon-to-be-ex was ogling my dick, and it'd be DOUBLY weird since we all work at the same place.
I didn't want to become "that guy with the big dick" at the office. But I think Evie read the hesitation, read the tension in the moment, and flicked to the next few pictures.
And there I was, in black and white, erect cock out, and in a few of them stroking. I had the good sense to leave my face out of my nudes, and try to anonymize it a bit with black and white... but my hand wrapped around my dick was definitely the same as the one holding the phone.