Chapter 3

We stood there for what seemed like an hour, but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, all of us lost for words. I suddenly realised I was completely on display and stepped behind my friend to hide myself, my erect penis slapping against her butt as I did so. She also tried to cover up with her hands, but the ribbon only really let her left hand cover up her groin while her breasts stayed exposed.

The flatmate spoke first, saying something in her own language that I didn’t understand. From my position, I saw over my friends shoulder that she had pulled a pillow in front of her to cover up most of her front, although her bare flanks were still visible.

The girls exchanged words for a minute, while I continued to stand there turning red. Then my friend turned to me, saying “let’s go get some towels”. I nodded and walked towards the bathroom, pulling her behind me at ribbon length. My erect penis was on display as I walked, and I heard a soft giggle from the flatmate on the bed as she saw it.

We entered the bathroom and I closed the door behind us.

“What just happened?”, I asked.

“She came back to the room after she called me and decided to uh, relieve the pressure”, came the answer. “She wants to know what the hell we are doing though.”

I turned a deeper shade of red.

“Let’s just get some towels on and continue this discussion”, she continued. “And we can lose the ribbon now.”

I nodded, untying the ribbon from my wrist as she pulled down two bath towels from the rack and handed me one. I wrapped it around my waist, while she wrapped the other one around her breasts, covering up most of her body. The other end of the ribbon still dangled loosely from her right wrist.

We stepped back out into the bedroom, where the flatmate was now sitting up on the bed wearing a loose T-shirt. Her legs were crossed, showing that she didn’t have anything else on below, but the strategically placed pillow prevented anything from being on display. My friend sat sideways on the opposite side of the bed, and I sat on the edge, facing half away from the girls.

The girls began to talk in their own language, and I quickly felt excluded from the conversation. I got up and went to the living room, where I sat down in the towel and turned on the TV. I watched CNN quietly for a few minutes until the girls emerged again, this time with my friend also wearing a T-shirt. My friend came over and sat next to me, while the flatmate sat on the chair, curling her legs up under her.

“Soooo”, I sighed as I muted the TV. “What’s the story?”

“I was telling her about ‘anything’”, replied my friend.

“You eez vairy naughtee boy yes?”, chimed in the flatmate with a grin. I turned a deeper red.

“Anyway”, my friend continued. “We were thinking we should just order room service or something for dinner and chill out here. She’s had a bit of experience already today and I’m not sure we should leave her alone yet. We can continue our stuff tomorrow.”

I nodded, with a little twinge of disappointment.

“Yeah, makes sense I guess.”

We looked up the room service menu and my friend called down and placed the order. The flatmate suggested we also order a couple bottles of wine, which had me raising an eyebrow, but I didn’t say anything.

We watched TV as we awaited the food and my friend cuddled up next to me on the couch. Her T-shirt rose above her waist in the back and I softly massaged her bare butt cheeks. I glanced towards the flatmate and saw her looking at us rather than at the television. She turned red and quickly turned her head away.

Room service arrived shortly. I hid in the bedroom in my towel while the girls signed for the delivery. My friend set up the plates on the small coffee table as the flatmate broke out the wine glasses and poured us one each.

As we sat down to eat, I noticed the flatmate trying to pull the hem of her T-shirt down a bit so as to not put too much on display. My friend’s T-shirt was slightly longer, so she didn’t have the same issue. I sipped quietly on my wine as I admired the flatmate’s tanned legs. She saw me looking at her this time and grinned, so it was my turn to turn red and turn away.

We ate largely in silence, with the TV providing the distraction from the need to actually converse. My friend and I nursed our wine glasses slowly, but the flatmate proceeded to chug her way through three glasses while she ate. As before, her confidence with her English grew proportionally with her inebriation.

“Is you enjoyed playing ‘anytheeng’?”, she asked with a grin on her face.

My friend had her mouth full of food so she looked at me, giving me the cue me to respond.

I tried to choose my words carefully.

“Well, it was interesting for sure. The basic 24 hours naked thing would probably have been easy, but once we added the ribbon it added a new dimension to things that I really don’t think we considered completely.”

My friend looked at me curiously as she took a sip of wine.

“Were you uncomfortable with it?”

“I won’t say uncomfortable, but there were situations that I had definitely not considered putting myself into voluntarily before this.”

My friend giggled and blushed.

“Yeah, me too I guess. Although the level of forced intimacy, despite the embarassment, or maybe because of the shared embarassment, was a huge turn on for me.”

I nodded thoughtfully, agreeing pretty much entirely with her analysis. Even though some of the things we had done, like sharing a toilet, were about as far from turn-ons as I could imagine when considered in isolation, the fact that we were doing these things together and were both pushing ourselves so far out of our comfort zones to do them, was incredibly sexy.

The flatmate was looking at us curiously now, some of our comments not quite making sense to her without the background info.

“What seetuation type you mean?”, she asked.

We both blushed bright red. My friend looked at me again to respond.

“Uh”, I stumbled. “Well, the bathroom issues were a bit, uh, unplanned and, uh, unconventional.”

Realisation dawned on the flatmate’s face and she broke into a huge grin.

“Aaah, I understand. You are little ashamed of going weewee together?”

My friend looked at me again, her look conveying that she wasn’t quite sure how far we wanted to take this conversation. I gave her a reassuring look back.

“Umm, actually that wasn’t the problem. We’ve done that, and more, before.” My friend giggled as I said this. I continued. “It was the other stuff, you know, that we hadn’t planned for.”

“Ohhhhh”, the flatmate responded. “You mean number two?”

I nodded, my face now as bright red as it had been during the actual activity. My friend reached her hand over and squeezed mine in support.

“And what you mean ‘more’?”, the flatmate asked curiously, picking up on that part of my comment.

This time I looked at my friend for her cue but she semi-shrugged as if to convey that there wasn’t much point keeping secrets now.

“Uh, I guess you can say that we’ve uh, become comfortable enough with each other in regards to peeing that uh, we’re ok with uh, maybe doing other unconventional stuff together that involves it”, I stammered out, not quite sure how to describe it.

My friend came to my rescue and explained something in her language. The flatmate’s eyes went wide.

“I told her that we have peed together in the shower before and that you let me pee while sitting on your lap”, she translated for me.

“Wow”, the flatmate said. She blushed a bit as she continued. “It sounds so naughty.”

The flatmate was still a bit in shock from the recent revelations. I think she figured herself to be the sexually adventurous type, and really didn’t expect an outwardly more subdued couple like us to have engaged in these activities. The discussion seemed to be bringing some of her subconscious fantasies to the fore, and she was struggling with the embarassment of voicing them.

“One day maybe you give me a show also?”, she said in a low voice.

My penis twitched under my towel as she said this, surprising me again. My friend also squeezed my hand gently, conveying that she also found this offhand suggestion something of a turn-on. This weekend was definitely getting weird.

I decided to steer the subject back to safer ground.

“So anyway, other than the bathroom issues, I think that even the ribbon wasn’t a particularly big problem. We just did everything we would normally do, except for the fact that we were naked when we did it.”

We sat in silence for a bit, sipping on our wine.

Eventually, the flatmate spoke again.

“You should continue your ‘anytheeng’”, she said. “It has no been full 24 hours yet.”

I laughed.

“Well, circumstances kinda didn’t play along with our plan and we wound up here with you instead!”

“So?”, the flatmate responded. “Is still not full time.”

I froze again, presuming I had misunderstood what she was suggesting. My friend also froze.

The flatmate paused for a second, turning bright red, and asked in a whisper. “Maybe I join you?”

I looked at my friend and saw too much uncertainty in her eyes. This was already moving much faster than we expected. Exhibitionism was one thing, but the open ended suggestion was probably too much for now.

“No”, I said quietly. “I don’t think we are ready for that quite yet.”

My friend squeezed my hand gently in thanks and nodded.

The flatmate’s face was a mixture of disappointment and relief at our response. Sitting there in just her T-shirt that barely covered her nether regions, without any make-up and with loosely tied hair that partly fell in front of her face, she looked very vulnerable and strangely sexy. My penis twitched again as I looked at her.

“Ok”, she said resignedly.

It’s hard to describe the awkwardness of that moment appropriately, even with the benefit of hindsight. None of us really knew where this was going or indeed what we actually wanted out of it, but there was some sort of hypersexualised spark in the air that was driving us to abandon our normal comfort zones, at least to a point.