Before I start talking about what happened once Caroline was single I wanted to finish writing about our experiences living together.
In my last post I mentioned that during Spring Break when our other housemates were out of town, I convinced Caroline to answer the door naked. What I did not mention was that during that week she walked around the entire house naked and was seen by several people.
I started writing this out as one post but realized that it was very long, and rather than wait to post the whole thing I’ll put it up in pieces lest people think I was ignoring their requests to write more about my experiences.
Monday
It started on Monday while I was sitting in the living room downstairs (the house was two stories, with my room and Caroline’s upstairs). It looked like I would be spending the week of Spring Break alone as everybody else in the house had left to go out of town on the traditional Spring Break road trip or to visit friends and family elsewhere.
As I was sitting and wondering what I would do while everyone else was away, I heard the sound of keys turning and looked up from my laptop to see Caroline walking through the front door.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, genuinely surprised to see her.
“Um…I live here?” Caroline answered with a shrug.
“I thought you were going out of town for Spring Break?” I gestured around for her to look at the depopulated state of the house. “Everybody else did.”
“No, my friends at home aren’t on break yet so there’s no reason for me to leave,” Caroline explained as she looked around and realized that we were indeed the only people in the house.
“So, it’s just you and me?” She asked.
“Yes…” my voice trailed off as I detected a hint of mischief in her voice.
“For the whole week?” She was smiling now.
“I’m pretty sure…” I was breathing heavy and my voice felt strained as I answered.
Nothing had happened yet. I didn’t even know what was going to happen. But there was tension in the room and my mind was racing considering all of the possibilities of what could happen during a week alone with my hot blonde housemate who liked to get naked in front of me.
I was lurched out of my fantasizing by the sudden smack of Caroline’s purse dropping to the floor. Without another word she reached up and began to unbutton her shirt.
When she had first walked into the house, Caroline was wearing a black button up shirt, dark jeans, and heels.
After a moment, her shirt dropped to the floor, revealing a hot pink bra with white lace around it.
I held my breath as Caroline stepped out her heels and pushed them to the side with her foot, then unbuttoned her jeans and started to slide them down her legs. As her jeans came off I could see that she was wearing a hot pink g-string that matched her bra and only barely covered her pussy.
In one fluid motion she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor as the weight of her breasts pushed it off her body. My eyes were fixed on Caroline now as she stood there nearly naked, only a few feet from me, with nothing but a tiny, pink g-string covering the space between her legs. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs on the sides of her g-string and pulled it down just enough so that it slid down her legs and she was able to step out of them.
Finally, after removing every last stitch of clothing that she had on when she walked through the door, Caroline was standing naked in the entryway of the house. Even though I had seen her undressed dozens of times by this point, I still couldn’t help but stare as this gorgeous blonde stood naked in front of me, every inch of her body on display: her skin was still a light olive color, slightly lighter around her breasts and pussy, and slowing being covered in goosebumps, despite the warm weather; I could see her large, full breasts move up and down her chest with every breath she took, the small pink nipples becoming hard as the goosebumps spread across her chest; she stood with her legs apart and her shaved pussy was completely exposed; the skin around her labia was slightly darker than the rest of her and I could even see the slight protrusion of her soft inner lips; her hands were at her sides, as if she knew she was standing for inspection; and finally my eyes rested on her face as her bright blue eyes looked back at me and her full pink lips smiled nervously while golden blonde hair fell across her face and shoulders.
As I finished my visual inspection of Caroline’s nakedness, I suddenly realized that the front door was still open. In fact, it had been open the entire time since Caroline had been standing there without even her tiny g-string to cover her.
The front of the house was only a few feet from the sidewalk; we had no front yard to speak of. We also lived just a few blocks from the beach, so there were always people walking by, day or night.
For the last several minutes, Caroline had been standing naked in front of an open door. Anybody walking by would have had a perfect view of her bare backside and would have been almost close enough to touch it if they wanted to. The fact that people walked by so frequently meant she was probably seen by several people.
A passing car honked its horn (probably in response to seeing Caroline’s naked body in the doorway), startling both of us. Caroline immediately moved to cover her body, placing her right arm across her chest while her left hand hovered over her pussy. As she moved further inside I stood up and closed the door.
By now we were both standing in the living room and at this point I realized that Caroline was blushing; her cheeks were red and the blush was even spreading down her neck and to her chest. Although I had seen her naked many times before, I had never seen Caroline naked and embarrassed. Now that she was standing in front of me naked and blushing, there was something undeniably sexy about it; somehow, that little bit of vulnerability made her seem even more naked than she already was.
We both looked at each other and laughed, then after a moment Caroline let her hands fall to her sides again.
“Wow!” Caroline exclaimed. “That was embarrassing!”
“You can’t be that embarrassed,” I teased her, “you’re naked around me all the time!”
“That’s different,” she shook her head, “I want you to see me naked.”
The friendship between me and Caroline was complicated. On the one hand, it was definitely not strictly platonic; while there was an innocence to the way that Caroline had first stripped in front of me, there was also a palpable sexual tension about it, that push and pull of what might happen if we let it. On the other hand, Caroline had a boyfriend, and while I felt it was obvious she had an interest in me, she had also made it clear that she had no plans to cheat on her boyfriend, and I respected that. So we both walked a line and tried to balance things so that we could have our fun but be respectful of the limits that had been established.
It was very erotic and exciting. At the same time, it was unfair and frustrating. But, I accepted our friendship as it was because it was so unique; I was able to enjoy Caroline’s friendship fully, and at the same time I was able to enjoy her body and her sexuality, not as fully as I would have liked, but more than if we were “just friends.”
However, hearing her say that she wanted me to see her naked suddenly made me bolder. She had never said that before, leaving me to wonder at her motivations. But now I knew for sure, she wanted this.
“Okay,” I said, “there’s a new rule while it’s just the two of us.”
“What’s that?” Caroline asked, putting a finger to her lip.
“As soon as you walk through that door,” I pointed to the front door, “your clothes come off.”
Caroline looked over at the door and the pile of her clothes on the floor.
“Nice,” she nodded in agreement, “okay, yes, I’ll strip as soon as I am through the door.”
For the rest of the week, Caroline was almost constantly naked around the house. The only time that I saw her dressed was when she was going out somewhere, usually to see her boyfriend.
(to be continued...)
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