Fun with roommate

Living with Jessy as my roommate was an adventure I hadn’t signed up for but secretly craved. She was sexy, confident, and completely unapologetic about it. Her “comfort wear” often consisted of thong underwear and barely-there tops that left me battling my thoughts. Tonight was no different.

She was sprawled on the couch in a sleeveless pink crop top that clung to her body. Her toned stomach was fully visible, and the thong she wore—well, it wasn’t hiding much. I tried focusing on the TV, but my attention kept drifting back to her.

“Jessy, do you have to dress like that?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She smirked, eyes still on her phone. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“It’s hard not to notice,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“Well, good,” she teased, giving me a wink. “I like being noticed.”

Later that evening, we prepared for our usual weekend photoshoot. Jessy loved being in front of the camera, and I couldn’t deny that she made for an incredible subject. She started with some casual poses, her mischievous grin growing with each click of the shutter.

“Turn around,” I said, adjusting the lens.

Jessy spun slowly, sticking her hips out. Her thong left almost nothing to the imagination. “How’s this?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

I paused, my words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Jessy, that thong is so tiny, I can see your entire ass.”

She burst out laughing, tossing her hair back. “Oh, Alex, you’re such a prude. Lighten up.” She walked toward me, the teasing glint in her eyes unmistakable. “Besides, I think you like it.”

“Jessy, I—” My sentence was cut off when she grabbed the hem of her top and lifted it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I froze, my brain short-circuiting.

“Cat got your tongue, Alex?” she teased, giving me a playful spin. “Well? Do I look good, or are you too distracted to answer?”

“Uh… you look… amazing,” I stammered.

She laughed softly, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. In one smooth motion, it was on the floor, and she was standing completely nude in front of me.

“Your turn,” she said, stepping closer. Her hands reached for my shirt, and before I could stop her, it was off. She worked her way down, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them—and my boxers—down in one swift motion. Her eyes widened slightly before a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“Wow, Alex,” she said, her voice dripping with playfulness. “You’ve been hiding this all along? Now I know why girls lose their minds over you.”

“Jessy…” I muttered, trying to process what was happening.

“Relax,” she whispered, stepping closer, her bare body brushing against mine. “I’m just appreciating the view.” Her fingers trailed along my chest, down to my stomach, stopping just short of where I was already hard.

Unable to hold back, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against me. My lips found hers, hungry and unrestrained. My hands slid down, cupping her bare ass as she moaned into the kiss.

“I knew you liked my ass,” she teased between kisses.

“I don’t just like it,” I murmured, squeezing her tighter. “I love it.”

Her laugh was soft and wicked. “And what are you going to do about it, Alex?”

I kissed her deeply, backing her against the wall. “Let me show you,” I whispered, my voice low and full of intent.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I thought you’d never say that.”

And just like that, the teasing tension between us exploded into something we’d both been denying for far too long.