As she washed the remaining shavingfoam from herself she admired her handy work, already she felt morefeminine. Quickly she tidied up and without thinking unlocked andopened the bathroom door. Standing on the other side was her flatmate’s partner for the night. She stood frozen, horrified by therealisation that she was naked.
“Well at least I dressed for thepart.” He said motioning to his boxers, but his eyes remainedtransfixed. She could see the look in his eyes from the bathroomlight behind her. Desire, pure lust. A look she had not seen inyears. “Mind you I think I prefer you outfit.” She felt wanted,she felt worthwhile.
“I’m sure Rachel’s outfit isjust as nice.” She retorted.
“She’s asleep, wouldn’t you knowit. Does she always leave her men hanging?” Michelle’s eyes fellto his erection.
“You don’t seem to be hanging atall.” She had all but forgotten her lack of clothing. She wantedhim. “It’d be a shame to waste it.” She smiled, grabbing hisarm and pulling him into the bathroom before locking the door behindthem. She kissed his lips passionately, hungry for him. There tonguessliding over each over in a frantic display of lust. One of his armsslid up her back to her neck sending waves of pleasure throughout herbody. Her mind screamed out warnings as their passions intensified.But despite her inhibitions and her usual cautious nature, years ofpent up lust pushed her on. She bit her lip as she felt an orgasmapproaching. It was a wasted effort, the stranger had already pulledout of her and expended his passions before she even got close.Suddenly she felt hollow and somewhat disappointed. More thananything she was horrified at her own actions.
“You’d better go back and sleepwith Rachel.” She looked nervously at the clock, five fifty. Rachelhad to get up every weekday at six. Sometimes she would wake up outof habit, usually to have sex with last night’s conquest. But hewas in here with her Michelle, she panicked. “She might wake up,you have to be with her!” He looked puzzled.
“You’re not going to tell her?Wow, most girls would be like ‘you can’t do that to her’.”
“Well I won’t tell if you don’t.”Michelle wished that had sounded calm and seductive. But, the truthis it sounded timid and frantic.
“So… I guess I’ll see youaround. It was fun.” With that he left. Michelle hurried backacross the hall and sat on the bed.
It had been fun,but this was not her. This was not how it was supposed to be. Shedidn't sleep with strangers like that. Somehow she felt that sheshould be crying or something. But she just felt… warm, wanted,desirable.