Chapter 5

We lay there, my body on top of hers, with my penis still inside her, both completely exhausted. I kissed her cheek gently and got only a soft moan in return. I could feel my dick slowly deflating after its activities, until it finally slipped out of her still slick asshole. I rolled over onto my back next to her, the air in the room now beginning to cool down my sweaty body. I finally forced myself to sit upright, although my friend remained prone on the bed.

“I need to clean myself up”, I said to her.

I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, still naked. The flatmate, who had been sitting quietly on the other bed since her sweet interlude, stood up and followed me. She entered the bathroom behind me and quietly closed the door so that our voices would not carry. We had never actually spent time together alone before, so it was more than a little embarassing for me to be standing there nude on display. I turned on the tap and began to wash my face with cold water to try and take my mind off it.

“Let me help you”, the flatmate said off to my side as she picked up a washcloth.

She took my limp penis in her hand gently and began to wipe it down with the damp cloth. Despite my exhaustion, I felt a stirring in my loins again, slightly excited from being touched for the first time by a completely new set of hands. The flatmate’s hands were softer and slightly smaller than my friend’s, so there was a very different feeling from her activity. She cupped my balls in one hand as she continued to wipe. My penis twitched from the sensation and she giggled.

My mind was racing. It was clear that the flatmate was keen for more to happen, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing something in this specific situation, especially while my friend was passed out on the bed just a few feet away. If this was going to escalate, it would have to do so with the active participation of all three of us.

I reached for another towel and wrapped it around my waist. She gave me a slight look of disappointment as she put the washcloth down and began to wash her own hands.

“Are you upset with me?”, she asked, breaking the silence.

“No, not at all”, I replied carefully. “I just don’t want to do anything while she isn’t here. It would be wrong you know.”

“But she is ok with this, she say so”, protested the flatmate.

“Maybe so, but I prefer to wait for her to recover.”

The flatmate giggled.

“Oh, that might be some more time after what you did with her!”

The giggles were infectious. I began to chuckle myself and in a few seconds we were both laughing quite heartily. The flatmate stepped closer to me as we laughed and I gently put my arm around her. She sighed and leaned into me, her breasts pressing into my side through the thin material of her T-shirt.

The bathroom door opened behind us and my friend padded in quietly, still naked.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”, she joked.

I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“How are you feeling?”, I asked gently.

“Sticky and sore”, she giggled. “I think you shot about a gallon of spunk into my bum.”

The flatmate giggled as well.

I reached over and grabbed the last towel from the rack, passing it to her. She wrapped it around herself and we all stood there somewhat awkwardly.

“I need a Diet Coke”, I said breaking the silence.

“Me too”, said my friend.

“I need to get fucked”, interjected the flatmate with a giggle.

My friend giggled and said something in their language. Both girls blushed.

“Why do I feel like this is about me?”, I joked.

“Oh, because it IS about you”, replied my friend as we headed out of the bathroom.

We grabbed our drinks from the fridge and walked out to the small balcony. There was a gentle breeze blowing in off the water that made the humid evening very enjoyable. We must have looked quite the strange bunch out there dressed only in towels and a T-shirt. Fortunately, our location on the 7th floor put us well out of anyone’s view.

“Ah, this feels good”, I said aloud as a gust of cool air blew against my bare chest. “Nothing like fresh air against your skin!”

Meanwhile, the flatmate was leaning out over the railing. Her strawberry blonde hair ruffled gently in the breeze, as the hem of her T-shirt rose ever so slightly to teasingly offer a glimpse of the bottom of her butt cheeks. I exchanged a brief glance with my friend and she nodded almost imperceptibly. After spending the day in a hypersexualised state, we were actually ready to escalate this to another level.

I placed my hand just below the small of the flatmate’s back. The crease of her butt could clearly be felt through the thin cotton of the T-shirt. I felt her tense up slightly as she stepped back off the railing and faced the two of us.

The look on her face was one of nervousness and uncertainty again now that the moment of truth was upon her. It had been a roller coaster day for her as well I guess. With all the fun we’d been having, it was easy to forget that her day had started expecting to get laid by the Tinder guy. It had taken a bunch of courage for her to gently semi-proposition us multiple times during the evening, and we’d shot all those down as well. And now, just a few minutes after I’d gently removed her hand from my dick in the bathroom, my body language was inviting her to raise the ante once again.

My friend stepped closer to her and they made eye contact.

“I don’t mind if you want to join us”, she said quietly.

The flatmate broke the eye contact and looked downwards. She bit her lip again pensively, not sure whether she was ready for this step.

“What if I say no?”, she asked softly.

“That’s ok”, I responded. “Nobody is forcing you to do anything that you’re not comfortable doing. We just thought that, well, based on some of the things you had said earlier, you might want to do something like this.”

She nodded, still lost in thought. Then she looked up and locked eyes with me.

“And what if I say yes?”, she whispered.

It was clear to me that she had made up her mind that she wanted to do this, but she was struggling to get the courage to push her over the line. I decided to give her the push she clearly needed. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear.