Author's note: This story builds slowly. As a fantasy it is unrealistic, but I've tried to treat the characters with respect. I hope you enjoy it. Many thanks to KrysieJ and LostLittleLamb for the detailed and thoughtful feedback. They made this silly story better than it deserves to be.
Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters are over 18 years old.
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After a long day of moving into the new apartment, Bill gratefully crawled into bed. The room was small, but the apartment building was relatively new construction and he had his own tiny patio with a view of the pool. Best of all, it was a short walk to work.
The other bedroom in the apartment was shared by Amanda and Janelle, friends of a friend from university. They had been on the university softball team together and after graduation had both been hired as assistant coaches. Bill had only met them a briefly during his time at school, and they didn't have much in common, but he couldn't pass up such an affordable place to live. As long as he had his private room, he figured, it didn't really matter how well he got along with them.
Fatigue took him easily to sleep for some time before strange sounds woke him up. For a moment he thought he heard a woman crying, but then he realized with a shock these weren't sounds of sadness. Through the wall of his bedroom, he plainly heard both Amanda and Janelle moaning in sexual pleasure. Bill found himself wide awake listening, his dick growing in response. The intensity of the moaning increased over several minutes, until they peaked in sharp cries and then all was silent again.
He hadn't realized they weren't just roommates. Bill had a notion he had stepped into a more complicated living arrangement than he had expected, but his brain was unable to complete that thought as he grabbed some tissues and vigorously masturbated himself. After an intense release, he easily drifted back to sleep.
Later that night, the pressure in Bill's bladder woke him out of a deep sleep. He pulled on sweatpants and crept quietly into the hall so he didn't wake his new flatmates. The bathroom light illuminated the hall through the open door, but he heard nothing and so figured one of them had left it on. As he stepped through the open bathroom door, though, he was jolted awake by the sight of Amanda sitting on the toilet.
Her shoulder-length hair was a tangled mess of black clumps pointing every direction. Her brown eyes were puffy from sleep, but wide with surprise. She wore a faded softball t-shirt that was tight across her small breasts, and plaid boxers were bunched around her ankles.
"Ocupada, motherfucker!" she said with a laugh. He caught a brief glimpse of black hair between her beautiful dark thighs as she pushed the door closed in his face. Through the door he heard the hiss of a powerful stream of pee blast into the toilet.
He instantly became fully erect, and he hurried back to his room and closed the door. He sat there in silence, his powerful arousal fighting with his painfully full bladder, listening. After what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a minute, he heard the toilet flush and Amanda return to the room she shared with Janelle and close the door.
As silently as he could, Bill crept back into the bathroom and took care to lock the door. After a few painful minutes of trying to relax his erection, he finally managed to empty his bladder. Back in bed he masturbated again, his imagination running wild about what Janelle and Amanda had been doing with each other. Exhausted, Bill fell asleep a final time that night with the image of Amanda's bush dancing in his brain.
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The next morning, he was eating cereal in the kitchen when Janelle came in to get her own breakfast. She greeted him with a chipper but perfunctory "good morning!" She wore Wildcats softball gear in preparation for work. Her straight blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail pulled through a visor. She had thick, strong arms and legs and a solid torso with large breasts compressed into a sports bra beneath her tight shirt. She was about as tall as he was, maybe 5'9". Her face was not particularly pretty, but she did have a voluptuous figure. Spooning cereal into his mouth, Bill tried to stop himself from imagining her naked, her thick thighs spread wide with Amanda's face pressed between them.
Amanda joined them in the kitchen, her black hair still damp from the shower and pulled into a ponytail, but otherwise dressed identically to Janelle. But where Janelle exuded power, Amanda's taut and compact body was quick and nimble. Amanda was at least six inches shorter than Janelle, and far thinner. Her small breasts were nearly flat beneath the compression of her sports bra. Her legs were striking, beautiful dark brown skin with nice muscle definition. Bill tried not to think about the dark patch of hair he'd seen between them.
"Good morning, Mr. Pee Peeper!" Amanda said cheerfully, clearly pleased with her wit. Bill felt his face go red. Turning to Janelle, Amanda said, "Can you believe it? Last night our new flatmate walked right in on me while I was peeing!"
"No way!" Janelle said. "Did he peep your pussy? Did he stare at your snatch?"
Amanda laughed and turned to Bill, who was frozen in terror. "I wonder! Hey Bill, did you glimpse my gash? Did you see my slit?"
The women howled with laughter at their jokes and Bill's mortification.
"It... it was an accident!" Bill stammered out.
Amanda punched him in the upper arm, hard. "Relax, Bill! I know it was an accident. I was the one who forgot to close the door. I'm just pulling your leg."
Bill tried to relax as she moved on to getting breakfast. Amanda ate quickly and noisily, chewing with her mouth open, which was just disgusting enough to distract him momentarily from his embarrassment.
"Come on Jay, we're gonna be late," Amanda said with her mouth full of her final bite as she dropped her dishes in the sink. At the door they collected their gear bags and keys as they prepared to depart.
"Wait, wait," Janelle said. "Did he view your vag?" Amanda burst out laughing again. "Did he scrutinize your thighs? Did he behold your folds?" Wheezing with laughter they clung to each other for support.
When Amanda finally caught her breath again, she said, "Have a good day at work, Beaver Bill!"
"Bye-bye, B.B.!" Janelle said.
Laughing too loudly for an apartment hallway, the women closed the door behind them and left Bill alone. He felt confused, embarrassed, and a little irritated they had left dirty dishes in the sink and a banana peel on the counter. He tidied up the kitchen and left for work himself, hoping they would have forgotten about the bathroom incident after work.
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On the way home from work he stopped to pick up ingredients for dinner. He knew it was a long shot, but he hoped making food would help put the embarrassing incident in the past. The secret weapon he pinned his hopes on was pizza.
