" Oh, God, before I met you I never knew that ironing was an erotic sport."

With two garbage bags hanging heavily from my hands, I walked clumsily out the back door, and down the steps. The weight was balanced, but the effort of keeping them from touching my clothes slowed my walking quite a bit.

I turned at the bottom of the steps and headed for the garden shed, planning to at least shield the house from the smell for the next few days, until I could put them out for collection.

I didn't see her until I was almost at the shed, though I should have known. Her slim tanned body was lying face down on the towel, her top lying beside her on the grass. Short dark hair didn't even reach her toned shoulders, and she was bare from there, down over her perfect back to her hips, and the uprising of her lovely ass. Her already short shorts had been pulled down to reveal the delicious beginnings of her buttocks, and pulled up from the tops of her legs, basically presenting a brief line of green across her body, slightly pale for a small distance above and below, before continuing with a golden loveliness all the way to her small feet.

I stood for a moment in the hot sun, just soaking it in, and then... well, I snapped, I guess. I dropped the garbage bags on the lawn, not caring any more.

"Oh God, Tessa, is there some fucking rule that says you have to do this?"

She turned and jumped, grabbing and holding the top in front of her chest, but not before I got an eyeful. I didn't give her time to answer.

"For fuck's sake, what to you think I'm made of? I know I said I agreed with you. Rule one, you said. Don't screw the crew. I agreed. Flatmates shouldn't get nearly that close. I kept my distance, didn't I?

"And the longer I behaved, the worse you got. First the casual stroll from bathroom to bedroom. You think I can't see your ass wiggling when you walk? That I don't see you when you head to the laundry looking for some of those sexy panties? That your nipples are invisible, no matter how hard they might be? You think when you sit in the armchair, giggling at the TV, dressed only in a towel, that I don't see you? That your crotch isn't on display with the rest of you?

"When you barely wrap that gorgeous ass in a short skirt you think I want to be telling you how nice you look for your dates? And then I have to listen as you bring them home? As you sit drinking wine? You think I like it when you take the fuckers back to your room, and display everything you have to them? They don't even care. You're just another fuck to them. They never come back. Assholes.

"Oh, God, before I met you I never knew that ironing was an erotic sport. Decked out in bra and panties, smiling at me, not even embarrassed? Pulling your skirt on, right there, while I'm trying to make breakfast? I've burned my hand three times trying to ignore you, but really staring at your butt in a thong.

"And even when you're dressed, you fucking smile at me and melt my whole body, and you sway when you get up to make the coffee. Your eyes weep just a little as you tell me about your day, and I have to pretend I don't really care, that I don't want to know all the details, that I don't want to hold you and take the stress away, that I don't want to rock you to sleep.

"You make me watch movies with sexy parts, and I have to ignore your grins, and that exquisite wriggling on the couch. You think I don't know why you rush back to your room as soon as the movie is finished? That I don't know what you do when you get there, with your skirt around your waist, and your fingers between your legs? I can hear the moans, and the gasps and the squeaks. I can see the blush on your face when you return.

"And now. Now you fucking lie out here, half naked, with nearly all of your skin on show, and your beautiful body framed by that towel, your wonderful breasts hot and sweaty in the sun. Your infinitely lovely ass. Your legs just begging to have lotion rubbed on, your neck desperate to be touched with light, airy, needful kisses. Your fucking perfect body in my face all the time, your voice driving me nuts, and your aura keeping me awake every night with my cock so hard I can't breathe...

"Well I've fucking had enough. I'm no superman. I'm just a regular Joe. I'm not putting up with this any longer. Find someone else to torment. Someone else to tease. Someone else who can put up with it all. Good-fucking-bye!

I left her sitting there, with a stunned look on her face, and she still seemed wonderful. I stomped back inside and made a couple of phone calls, knowing I should have kept quiet, and knowing that now I'd have to leave. I managed to convince one of my friends to put me up for a few days, and walked back to my room to pack.

I'd only been there a few minutes when she knocked on the door, taking my grunt as permission to open it. She stood there with the large towel wrapped around her. I noticed she'd been crying, and felt bad for what I'd said. I was about to apologise when she spoke first.

"Jamie, I'm not sure I understand. I didn't do anything to hurt you, did I?"

"No Tessa, you didn't. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken like that."

"Well, let's forget you said it."

"No Tess, I can't. I've said it now. I need to go."

"I'd really rather you didn't."

"Well, I need to. I can't take this any more."

"I'll..."

"You'll nothing."

"I... I never knew it was any kind of a problem, Jamie."

"I know. You were just being you."

"I was."

"I know. I just can't handle it."

"You know, you never said anything."

"Well, how could I?"

"You could have asked me to be less..."

"Uninhibited, Tess?"

"Yeah. I guess. Uninhibited."

"Yeah, but I couldn't!"

"Why ever not?"

I whispered then. "I like it."

"You... oh."

"And I would have thought you'd have noticed."

"Honestly, I didn't have a clue."

"No."

"I... actually, I..."

"What, Tessa?"

"Well, I thought you were gay, Jamie."

"Gay?"

"Yeah. It was... well, you behave gay."

"I do not!"

"You do. You... You're really tidy. You cook. You're... God, that's bad isn't it? I'm applying all these stereotypes."

"Gay?"

Sorry Jamie. But Mike... He said... He told me you were. I'm sure he did."

"I wouldn't be surprised."

"Does he think you are?"

"Hell no! He just likes to confuse things. You know what he's like."

"Yeah, I... so you're not gay? Not even a bit?"

"Fuck, no! Not a bit."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

"Shit."

"Yeah, that too."

"God, I... I wouldn't have... well, I probably wouldn't have done some of those things."

"Uh huh."

"No, really. But I might have because I thought we were really comfortable, you know."

"Well, we are, generally, you know, Tessa."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's just the... well, the sexual things."

"I can see that now."

"Yeah. Other than that, wonderful. Really."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Okay. Listen, you don't... don't need to leave, you know."

"I do. I told you all that stuff. I can't stay now."

"I could cover up more."

"Nah."

"No?"

"It wouldn't work, you know that."

"Well, I guess it... Okay. If you have to."

"I think I do."

"Your call. Well, just... don't rush, then."

"I'm going now."

"Now?"

"Yeah. I think that's best. I'll stay at Steve's for a few days. Sort things out. We can discuss this later. I can still pay the rent for a while."

"It's not about that."

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay. I better... go get dressed."

"No, no. Go back outside. I'm really sorry I upset you."

"No, not in the mood now."

"Okay. Sorry."

"Stop that."

"Okay."

She turned and left then, and I sat in the chair, and tried to think it through. I got nowhere, and ended up just sitting there, doing nothing.

About ten minutes later, she knocked on the door again, and walked right on in. She was dressed in the shorts, and the yellow top that had been lying on the grass. She looked sad, but stunning just the same.

"Hey, Jamie?"

"Yep."

"Ummm... Listen, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything. Go for it. I think I'm all out of secrets."

"Seems that way. It's about that, kinda."

"Oh."

"Yeah. You said... well... Oh, never mind."

"No, come on. Ask. Then I'll get out of your way."

"You're not in my way, dummy."

"Name calling now?"

"I'm nervous."

"Oh? Why are you nervous, Tessa?"

"It's... Oh, hell, you said something about my ass. Two things, actually."

"Whatever they were, I meant them."

"You said it was lovely..."

"It is."

"...and gorgeous."

"That too."

She turned then, as if she were trying to look behind herself. She blushed, and turned back, grinning. "Thanks Jamie. Thanks a lot."

"No problem."

"Listen, I know we covered this, but... well, could you consider staying again?"

"How could I? You know now, that I'll be staring at you all the time, watching your butt wiggle, and your breasts bounce. You know I'll be hoping to catch you half naked, or wrapped in a towel."

"Yeah, but... well, this is going to sound insane, right?"

"I have no idea."

"No. Well, lemme try. I... I've never ever thought of you as anything but a flatmate. A gay one, at that. Sorry about that."

"It's alright. I'm going to kill Mike, though."

"Good plan. Can I help you bury the body?"

"Would you do that?"

"Well, maybe not Mike's. Steph would take me apart."

"I'd try to protect you from her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Tessa. Yeah."

"Okay. Well anyway, see I thought for a while out on the lawn, and just now, while I was getting dressed... and..."

"Yes?"

"Let me say it... and see how weird it sounds. I never saw you as, well, a man, as such, before."

"Not a man?"

"Well, no, that's not it. Not as an eligible man."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Jamie, should I just..."

"Could you just say it?"

"Okay, okay. Now that I know that you find me... is 'attractive' the right word?"

"It will do."

"Yeah. Well now that I know... I'm kinda confused by something. I'm kinda... well... attracted myself, in a way."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, see. Doesn't make sense."

"Does. Sorta. Are you still teasing me, Tess?"

"No, no. Not at all. I'm trying to be honest."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I'm not sure..."

"Look, please don't leave. Couldn't we, knowing what we know now, just see where this goes?"

"Goes?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not attached, and neither are you. We like each other, putting this 'attraction' business aside. Could we just see how this works?"

"Are you hitting on me, Tessa?"

"No! Well, not really. I'm not jumping into bed with you. I'd just like us to start again, knowing how we feel. And being honest."

"I'm not sure how that would work."

"Hell Jamie, neither am I. But I put it out there, to talk about it."

"So we just carry on from where we were?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So what's different, Tess?"

"Well, I know you have the hots for me."

"Stipulated. And it seems you have something for me?"

"Something. Lust, maybe."

"Yeah?"

"I said maybe."

"Okay."

"Oh, and Jamie?"

"Yep."

"I know you're not gay."

"Yep."

"And that Mike is toast."

"Yeah, I'm gonna kill him."

"Only if you beat me to it."

"Easy."

"You think so?"

"I know so, Tess."

"Uh huh. We'll see. I could wiggle my ass at him, and get his attention long before you do."

"You win."

She walked up to me then, kissed me briefly on the cheek, told me to unpack, and left, wiggling her butt, and smiling at me over her shoulder. I sat down again, and once more did nothing, completely unable to sort out how I felt. Then I got up and unpacked.

---

It took about a week.

On the surface, things were the same. Tessa would wander around the house half-naked, to or from the bathroom, or looking for clothes. The ironing became a daily ritual, and she dressed more and more skimpily for the show. The sunbathing became a nude production, with a pretence at shock when I 'stumbled' across her body lying on the lawn. She didn't bring any men home though, thankfully. She still rushed off to her room after a romantic movie, but she grinned first, and held her finger in front of her mouth to tell me to shush. I still listened, and twitched.

It came to a head on a hot Friday afternoon.

Tessa seemed to have packed all the hints she could into the morning, but I'd been too busy watching to work it out. First she walked about in a towel that kept slipping. Then the search for panties in the dryer. Then an ornate performance with the iron and an airy, bright, yellow sundress.

The same sundress she was wearing as she appeared in the lounge, grinning as she saw me sitting in the armchair. Theoretically her armchair.

She approached quickly, still grinning, hoisted the sundress a little, and climbed up on the chair, kneeling in front of me, her face in front of mine, her body blocking the television.

"Evening, Jamie."

"Hi Tessa. What are you up to?"

She reached for the remote and switched off the TV without turning towards it, and threw the remote to the floor before answering. "I've made up my mind. Now be quiet."

"Oh, hold on then, you need to tell me..."

"Shhh..."

She was thoroughly familiar with this chair, and reached down to the lever at its side, and the chair collapsed under us until it was almost flat. I would have said something else, despite her warning, but she lowered her face to mine, and our lips touched. I was suddenly unable to speak. That didn't stop her, and between kisses, she had things to tell me.

"I've watched you, you know, all week. I've watched you watching me. I've seen your reactions. I've seen the bulge in your pants. I've enjoyed the power, and the control, and the teasing. I've finished now."

With the last statement, she lifted her face from mine, grinned mischievously, and ground her crotch into mine. I didn't speak. I just groaned.

"I take it," she said as she lifted her butt, and started to fiddle with the buttons on my jeans, "That you have no objections?" The jeans were open now. "Lift your butt, flatmate. I need to... Yeah. Thanks. And again. Nice briefs, but you don't need 'em. Ooh, that's nice too. Poor thing."

I just did as I was told, aware suddenly that there was only a thin pair of panties (that I'd seen that morning) between us. My cock was as hard as stone, and Tessa stroked it lightly as she spoke, switching her gaze between it and my face. She leaned down and kissed me again then, Keeping her butt up, and off my straining cock.

"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, and lifter her face again. "I have a present for you."

"Oh there's no..."

"I won't tell you again." She giggled and smiled. "Be quiet. That's better. You can talk later. Afterwards. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Right, hand out." She reached into the small pocket in her dress, and pulled out something small and black, putting it in my hand. As her hand pulled away, the small bundle expanded, and I realised it was her panties. She looked me in the eyes then, stopped smiling, and asked without saying much.

"Well?"

I nodded again. I realised there was nothing between us.

"Oh, good." She kissed me again, and slowly lowered her butt, moving around to position herself properly. "I've been so wet all day, thinking about this. I'm not sure what I would do if you said no."

She needn't have worried. I wasn't capable of saying no if I tried.

As she manoeuvred her thighs over mine, her hands reached up and untied the straps of her dress, and the yellow cloth fell to her waist, releasing her braless breasts directly in front of my face.

I looked as her quizzically, and she laughed again. "I had to... take care of things, this morning. I took it off then. You like?"

I answered by lifting my hands and taking a breast in each, kneading them both gently until she pressed them harder against my hands and I put a bit more work into it. Her sighs were the confirmation I needed.

The manoeuvring down lower was complete, and I could feel her wet lips against the top of my cock just as her mouth touched mine, and her breasts were crushed against my chest. I removed my hands from the rather cramped spot and put them on her mostly bare back, encouraging her to continue.

As her tongue invaded my mouth, I lifted my hips a little, and my cock found its way inside her. As she thrust toward the back of my throat, I thrust toward her cervix. I could feel the slippery tightness of her as I slid effortlessly inside, and her mouth slipped from mine to kiss my neck. She whispered words I'd never heard her say, in my ear, as she nibbled and kissed anything she could reach.

Her knees settled around my thighs, and as she lifted her face from mine, we found a better position, and she started to move. My hands had alternated between her back and her breasts, and suddenly I realised that I could reach her lovely butt as well. My fingertips slid down her back and under the crumpled remains of the yellow dress, and felt the skin of her taut buttocks as she rose and fell on me, eyes closed, her own hands holding her up.

She obviously didn't need my assistance with her movements, so after caressing her cheeks for a while, I slid my fingers up her back, loving the shudder as I touched the base of her spine. I did that a few more times before returning to her shoulders, her neck, and eventually her breasts.

The pale globes were firm and heavy with the way she was sitting, and I loved the way they moved in time with her. Her nipples were hard and dark now, almost crisp with tension, and I knew she wanted me to play with them some more. I teased her a little first though, wetting my fingertips and sliding them in circles around the nipples before crushing them roughly.

Neither of us gave any thought to this lasting very long. I might not have been as aroused as Tessa when she got here, but I caught up fast, and I wasn't going to last much longer. I could tell by the look in her face and the way she was moving that she was close too. As it turned out, it was all in a kiss.

I was in an awkward position with regards to any movement just here, surrounded by the chair, and covered with lovely Tess, but I managed to lift my face enough to just touch her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and as my head fell back to the support beneath, she followed me, and didn't allow our lips to part. The change in position made a difference somehow, and I could feel her around me so much more nicely. It worked for Tessa too, and her whole body shook as she came around me, her lips pursing with tension on mine, her legs trying to clamp shut. I couldn't take it any more, and my cock tensed, held there for just a moment, and released, pumping deep inside her as I came with a force that stunned me.

We sat there for a while, our lips moving spasmodically, both breathing hard and feeling wonderful. Eventually Tessa lifted her face again, kissed me on the forehead and climbed off. As she stood in front of the chair, her dress fell to her feet, and she stepped out of it. I leaned forward and removed the shirt that was stuck to my back with sweat, and grinned.

"Still nothing to say, lover-boy?"

I shook my head.

"Well then, you want to be on top this time?"

I shook it again.

"Oh, goodie."

Apr 2009
The dialogues are way to long. But, the story is good.

Jun 2006
nice I wish i could find a flat mate as that thankyou for a lovly story ps Ilove all your stories so far
      GBF: Thanks.

May 2006
Absolutely gorgeous story, and very believable. How many times has each of us missed real happiness because we were impatient or self-absorbed?
      GBF: Pick me! Pick me! :-)

May 2006
Great story. I really like the way it leads up to the sex.
      GBF: So... If it led up to... say... a banking transaction, that wouldn't work? :-)

May 2006
Oh am I EVER glad I found that one. I loved the power in it, and his rant at the start was great! You do this oh so well. Have a 10.
      GBF: Oh, thanks. Have a kiss!

May 2006
I think that has just vastly improved my shit day! Please tell me you're a fan of Dahl's "Tales of the Unexpected". With twists like that you'd have to be!
      GBF: you bet!

Apr 2006
Unexpected - but not really for your readers. But non the less lovely!
      GBF: Yeah, I've cried wolf once too often. :-)

Apr 2006
Fantabulous! Absolutely fantabulous!
      GBF: That's how you get friend for life, you know!

Apr 2006
Once again your gift for light and witty dialog, make another story more than merely sexy. I love the way your story portrays the power that female sexuality has. Your male once again caught off guard by her.
      GBF: Males are ALWAYS caught off guard. :-)

Apr 2006
I loved it! Erotic, romantic, real.
      GBF: Great, thanks.

Mar 2006
Oh boy! OOOOOOOOOOOOH! You are driving me mad!
      GBF: Good!

Feb 2006
Ah the seduction of friends! When you reach the end of the story and wish you'd been Jamie, you know you've read something magical. I can just imagine the delicious torment of having watched her all that time oblivious to the arousal she was causing ... a
      GBF: This happens to you a lot, Mac? :-)

Feb 2006
I think you awesome. Your stories make me tingle!!
      GBF: This is... In a good way? :-)

Jan 2006
I am impressed. The initial long "confession" from John to Tessa seemed a bit unbelievable that she would not try to interrupt at some point. But, having got past that, you carried the story beautifully almost by dialogue alone. Up until the finale, al
      GBF: Well, it's a difficult situation to portray! Glad you liked it!

Dec 2005
The story had too much dialog in the begining I skipped some of the talking to the end of the story to get to the main point of it. But it was a good.
      GBF: I'm pleased it worked out for you.

Dec 2005
OOH nice, an really sexy, kinda slow at the beginning, but you got there, that's the good part. Good job.
      GBF: It was supposed to start slow...:-)

Dec 2005
Wow! Excellent story. I admire the way you take the time to bring the characters to life BUT you don't drag it out to the point of boredom. The very explicit and believable sex is also very nicely done. I was reading one of the comments regarding you
      GBF: Thanks a lot.

Nov 2005
This is really, really nice Gentle.....Thank you.
      GBF: Pleased you like it.

Nov 2005
this was excellent! The dialog and description was good, and there was a nice balance between them. The situation and characterization was realistic (for an erotic story anyway). Very fine work. Thanks again for sharing.
      GBF: Thanks a lot. The balance is hard work. For me anyway.

Nov 2005
Excellent. A little slow starting but what a finish
      GBF: Just as I planned! :-)

Nov 2005
I simply loved it! Sweet and tender but hot too. Guess I should say Gentle but firm.
      GBF: Gee, thanks.

Nov 2005
*groans* OH god, that was good...
      GBF: And this was... Unexpected? :-)

Nov 2005
A little too romantic for my leacherous taste, but a really good writing style.
      GBF: Well, romantic is what I do, mostly... :-)

Nov 2005
Very real-to-life and very sexy. A great story! Have to give you a 10 as I could not imagine a better plot.
      GBF: Damn! I hope I think of one! :-) Thanks.

Nov 2005
This was really unexpected. But they make the best kind of stories.
      GBF: The rest of your comment gave a bit much away, but thanks a lot.

Nov 2005
Congratulations! Your new story, Unexpected, was as usual, excellent, arrived not a moment too soon, and dealt artfully with the 'i didn't know' disconnect, and the 'I never thought of you in that way' awakening. Keep up the good work :)) And thanks...
      GBF: Thanks.

Nov 2005
GREAT loved it want to hear more stories
      GBF: What, like there's a shortage?

Nov 2005
I think you are the master of telling major parts of a story with dialogue instead of narrative. All in all, this was an excellent story. And yes, I loved the "ironing as an erotic activity" comment. Another great job.
      GBF: Thanks .

Nov 2005
Loved the dialog; great story. Keep 'em coming (or is that cumming?)!
      GBF: Both!

Nov 2005
This story is awesome. I love it!
      GBF: It was worth it then!

Nov 2005
When a Woman has the hots, just sit back and enjoy. It is a fantastic story. I may have been there. However usually I am the take charge type of man.
      GBF: Yeah, but you've never met Tess!

Nov 2005
You have really gotten hooked on this dialog thing...maybe overdone a bit here? A fairly mild romantic story. Not really too erotic...too much like a travelogue..."I stopped here, saw the sights, had a great meal, might go back...."
      GBF: Actually, this is normal for me. :-)

Nov 2005
That was a nice little story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
      GBF: Not at all. Thanks for reading it.

Nov 2005
Very nice read for a rainy Sunday morning.
      GBF: I'm like one of those cheap books you pick up a dozen of, on the off-chance. :-)

Nov 2005
Excellent!
      GBF: Excellent!

Nov 2005
Oh YES!!! That was fine. Um. Yes. Yeah. Ooh.
      GBF: Shhh! :-)

Nov 2005
This was the best of your short stories that I have read.
      GBF: How many have you read? Thanks!

Nov 2005
A lovely story. I couldn't help but get hard just reading it. How old was the girl? This is the kind of story I love to read. Keep it up
      GBF: Old? Old enough, of course. :-)

Nov 2005
Wow! That's simply some of the nicest writing I've ever read. So much build-up leads nicely into the sex. Now THIS is why I prefer erotica written by women, it's just better :)
      GBF: Oh? Did I say I was a woman somewhere?

Nov 2005
Gentle, this is just wonderful with a perfect amout of tease......loved it......thanks much, P...
      GBF: I still have no idea who you are, P, but thanks a lot.

Nov 2005
I don't know how you do it. How many times can a person read about making love, and still find it interesting? One would think there would be a limit to the number of times........ but your stories are so fun, so artful, that even though we "know" t
      GBF: I don't know what to say.