My fellow student Elisha has always been a hopeless romantic. She’s someone who rushes out to see the latest romantic comedy, gets overly excited by her friends’ wedding announcements, and if she gets particularly busy with her studies in corporate law, you might be able to find the occasional romance novel placed sloppily underneath a pile of paperwork.
But by no means was she a desperate girl. At 25 years old, she still has plenty of men throwing themselves at her. And for good reason too; she is the ‘perfect woman’ in many regards. She has the beauty and charm of a Hollywood actress, along with a warm and inviting personality that has endeared her to so many people. She’s also prim & proper in every way imaginable. On the weekends when she’s lounging around, it would be fairly common to see her with her hair tied behind her back with an apron on, baking goods for people in the community. But on the weekdays, it was always clean cut clothes along with her legal briefcase. That’s the kind of girl she is.
Whenever she was asked by her friends about a lack of a steady love life, it seemed like she always had a steady list of reasons why nothing ever worked out for her. It was always one thing or another. But eventually, she wouldn’t need to look any further than our shared apartment…
It was the middle of an afternoon and I was studying hard for a college exam. When I had arrived home moments ago, Elisha was fast asleep on her bed with the door wide open. She was still fully dressed in her business suit and I even noticed that her pantyhose were still on her feet. I couldn’t blame for her being so tired since she was working overtime because of a looming exam also. Then suddenly, I heard it.
A small moan came from her room. ‘It’s probably nothing,’ I first thought to myself. She probably just woke up from her nap and was stretching in her bed. Then I heard it again, but this time it was louder and more distinctive. I’ve been with enough women (and have seen enough porn) to know whether that kind of a moan is sexual or not- and clearly it was.
My mind quickly went from schoolwork to being in a state of frenzy. She was obviously masturbating in her bedroom with her door wide open. She had no clue that I had already arrived home because she was sleeping, and if I wanted to, I could quietly have a look at what she was doing to herself. But could I? Could I actually spy on her doing something so personal and so private?
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. Curiosity had gotten the better of me and so I quietly stepped into the hallway and took a peek inside her bedroom to see Elisha in the most vulnerable position I had ever seen her in. She was completely bare from the waist down. Her pants, pantyhose, and undergarments were all off. Her professional business suit on her upper body was still worn nicely, with her jacket and blouse still properly buttoned up. Her hair and makeup were still neat, showing that she just arrived home not too long ago.
But it wasn’t just the lack of clothes which grabbed my undivided attention, but what she was doing to herself. There was a faint buzzing sound in the room. Her milky white legs were spread wide open and she was using a vibrator on herself- pushing and pulling it, in and out of her vagina.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my prim & proper friend masturbating herself with such intensity. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was becoming just by watching her. I loved the sight of her clenching her eyes shut, which brought out the slight wrinkle lines on her face. Her chest was moving up and down from her ever-increasing heart rate. She was soaking wet down there with her vaginal fluids brightly glistening along her brown labia and thick pubic hairs. Her legs were slowly moving and her feet were curled up and clenched tight. And of course her fingers; her fingers were still busy at work, taking turns rubbing her clit and fingering her dripping wet vagina.
In all our years of living together, she has always been the symbol of morality and purity. Of course she enjoys sex like anyone else, but actually seeing it person with her face twisting & turning was an utter shock to put it lightly. But what was equally as shocking was noticing that I was becoming HARD watching my her masturbate like this. But suddenly, as her leg muscles clenched and showed signs of an impending orgasm, her eyes opened in a flash. And that’s when she caught me, lifting her head up to see me watching her.
I immediately turned away and headed back to my room, hoping deep down that Elisha would stupidly think that I was just walking by and caught just a split second of what she was doing, rather than just standing there and spying on her.
She came out of her room to follow me. Her pants were sloppily thrown on and she was barefoot. And her shirt was untucked. She obviously wanted to explain herself, as we both faced each other with the same mortified look on our faces.
She was struggling for words before finally saying, “I’m so sorry you had to see that…I had no idea you were home….God, I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life.”
She was almost in tears as those words came out of her mouth.
“It’s okay,” I replied, trying to comfort her. “We’re all human and we all have our needs. Don’t forget how many times you’ve caught me doing that growing up. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“But you weren’t supposed to see me like that. I can’t imagine how lewd and vile that must have looked to you. We’re friend and this just isn’t right. And why were you even WATCHING me in the first place?”
“I don’t know…I guess it just kind of happened,” I stammered.
Her response to my answer was to simply put her head down in shame. She looked crushed that I not only saw her in the state that she was in, but was actually spying on her.
I reached out and patted her on the shoulder. “Come on, it’s Valentine’s Day, and neither of us have a date tonight. So instead of sitting around feeling depressed over this, I’ll take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner. It’ll be fun.”
“You don’t have to do that for me. But thank you for the kind offer though,” she said appreciatively.
“Nope, you’re going. And I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
It was late in the evening when we arrived at the restaurant. It felt like a date the way she had dressed up for the occasion. And to my surprise, she wore a sexy tight fitting black dress with a plunging neckline, showing the center of her bare chest, just above her bra. Her hair was elegantly done as was her neatly applied make-up. Simply put, she looked stunning.
“I never thought my Valentine’s Day dinner would be with my housemate of all people,” Elisha said jokingly as we ate.
“Believe me, I didn’t expect this either. But it’s a heck of a lot better than watching you sit on the couch all night watching dvd’s of romantic comedies that you’ve seen a million times- no offense, but it’s a sad sight. Especially on your favorite day of the year.”
“I guess you’re right. Thank you for taking me to such a nice restaurant. I should be a little more appreciative towards you for this,” she said with a playful wink.
“No problem. But that raises the question; what’s a woman like you doing being single on Valentine’s Day? You’re a real catch and I’m sure you can have any man you want.”
“Well, you can take your pick of reasons. For the last few years it’s been my hectic studies which has led me to have to cancel dates, making the guy think that I’m either cheating or that I’m not interested. And sometimes I can be a little too picky and my standards are a little high. I’m not getting any younger here and it would be nice to settle down with ‘Mr. Right’ before it’s too late.”