A is for A-Cups

The flat was on the fourth floor, and Alex could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he ascended. He took some deep breaths, then stepped out and walked down the hall to number six.

He knocked as soon as he reached the door, not wanting to give himself any more time to chicken out. The door opened and he was disappointed to be greeted by a girl he didn't recognise. He'd known it was a one in four chance but somehow, he'd convinced himself Kaitlyn would answer. Not that that would have made things much easier, they'd spoken a little on shift together but he didn't really know her that well. Still, it would have been easier than meeting someone completely new.

"Shit, I thought it was going to be Kaitlyn, I should've let Sara answer."

The face in front of him was bright red, and dripping with sweat. Her unprepared state should have eased his anxiety, but she was also incredibly pretty, and the two cancelled each other out.

"I don't normally look like this; I've just been in the middle of a workout. You must be Alex."

He tried to force himself to make eye contact but her eyes were too intimidating.

"I'm Summer."

"Hi."

Why the fuck had he said that? "Hi" was for when you meet someone. Saying "hi" to someone already talking to you just sounds weird. He should've said, "nice to meet you instead". Except maybe that would've sounded too formal-

"Are you staring at my boobs?"

"What, I- No- NO! I'd never-"

Except, to his horror he realised he had been.

"I'm just not very good at eye contact- sorry that's really weird, isn't it?"

"Do you want to come in?"

"I'd rather go find a hole to crawl into."

She laughed and instantly he felt less self-conscious.

He walked inside and she closed the door.

"Thanks."

"I'm going to go get Ashley so you can have a tour by a guide that doesn't look like this..."

She gestured to herself. Both her sports bra and leggings were soaked through with sweat, but Reuben was more distracted by the undeniably good shape she was in.

"I don't- I think- I- you look good."

Reuben had never had a way with words, but pretty girls always made it far worse.

"Oh, you like sweaty girls, huh?

Shit! Did he sound like a creep?

"I'm just kidding- ASHLEY!"

They were standing in an open plan living room/kitchen/dining room/entrance with two hallways leading off. A door opened to the left and out walked Ashley.

Damn, that's a lot of black. Black platforms, black tights, black skirt, black top, even a black spikey choker things going round her neck.

Alex felt Summer's sweaty elbow nudge his side.

"Guess her favourite colour."

"Black?"

Ashley sighed as she walked over. Summer grinned as she left.

"Have fun!"

Ashley stared at him unenthusiastically.

"My patience thins exponentially the longer I'm forced to be around people, so If you've got any snide comments brewing, you should get them out now."

Her voice was so monotone it almost looped around and became musical.

"No, uh, I think it looks good. Black's obviously your colour. Really brings out the, uh- the rainbow in your hair."

Ninety percent of Ashley's hair seemed to have gotten the memo and was jet black, but jarringly, she'd died a streak of it in all the most saturated colours you could imagine.

"I'm Emo, not Goth."

"Huh?"

"People think that just because I wear black I'm a Goth but Goth's wear face paint and shit too. I'm Emo. Also, I don't usually wear all black, but all my stripped thigh highs were in the wash."

"Okay."

"I don't really know what Summer wants me to show you, most of it's right here."

She gestured to the open plan space they're in.

"I guess I can show you the bedrooms and the bathroom."

She walked off and Alex took that to mean he should follow her.

"This is my bedroom..."

He briefly glimpsed a small room covered in band posters including My Chem (duh) and Nine-Inch Nails, before she shut the door again.

"... this is Summer's room-

"ASHLEY!"

"Oh, she's changing, never mind."

They walked back through the central hub of the flat.

"Back over here we've got the bathroom..."

He only got a brief glance in, but it sure did look like a bathroom.

"And then this is the room you'll be staying in."

She opened a door past the bathroom and led him into a room that looked twice the size of her own bedroom- wait, why did it have two beds? And why was one of the beds occupied?

"Hey Sara, this is Kaitlyn's friend's Alex."

The girl on the bed put her book down and pulled her headphones off. She looked surprised.

"Alex is a dude?"

"Uh, looks like it."

"Damn."

"Didn't you see the photo Kaitlyn sent?"

"She never sent me anything. I didn't realise she even had any male friends."

She got off the bed and held out her hand.

"I'm Sara, nice to meet you."

"Oh, uh, Alex."

Like Summer, it was clear that Sara liked working out, except while Summer clearly enjoyed the Cardio side of things, Sara looked like she was more into strength training. To put it simply, she was built. Arms, legs, chest, neck.

She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a sports bra, which allowed Alex to see the black tattooed shapes that crawled up from her right hip, all the way to her neck. Her hair was short and shaved on one side, and she had a ring in her septum. None of this made her look approachable exactly, but combined with the fact that she looked like she could shatter his skull with her thighs, the overall effect was downright intimidating. And what the fuck was she doing in his room?

Ashley walked out the room without even saying goodbye. Sara stared intently at him and he looked away instinctively.

"So, what do you think?"

"Of the room?"

"Of your room. Assuming you're as keen as Kailtlyn says you are."

"It's nice, I- Kaitlyn said I'd have my own room-"

"She lied."

"What?"

"Yeah, she's a bit untrustworthy that one. This is the only space that we've got. She probably didn't want to freak you out by saying you'd be sharing with a girl. Probably also why she didn't tell me you were a guy."

"So, uh, does that mean there's no space for me.."

Sara had to think about that one.

"I do kinda need a roommate. Currently I'm paying double rent which I really can't afford, and I'd rather not move out. So, if you promise that the fact you're a guy isn't going to make my life any harder, then I'm okay with it."

...

Alex moved in the next day and woke up for the first time in his new room on Friday morning. A part of him was grateful to no longer be living on his own, but it did feel weird sleeping in the same room as girl. For one thing, he had to dress under the covers as he slept in his boxers and couldn't exactly wonder around the room half naked. For another, he had to resituate his morning wank from his bedroom to the bathroom.

Unfortunately, he soon discovered the bathroom wasn't the ideal spot for a wank either, as one bathroom shared by four people left it in high demand. As a self-conscious wanker, Alex knew there was no way he was going to come once Summer started banging on the bathroom door. Instead, he began to wash himself in the shower, willing his boner to go back down. Eventually he turned the water all the way cold, which did the trick.

"Can whoever's in there please hurry the fuck up!"

Alex turned the water off and stood there for a moment, letting himself drip onto the shower floor. Then he grabbed his towel from the rail and started rubbing himself dry. Shit, he'd forgotten clean clothes.

Wrapping his towel around him he opened up the bathroom door and peaked out onto the hallway. It looked clear so he stepped out. Then suddenly, Summer was there, as if summoned by his attempt at stealth. He rushed down the hall to escape her line of sight, but she barely even glanced at him.

"Oh, thank God, I'm already fifteen minutes late."

"Hang on a sec, I'm still changing!"

The bathroom door slammed shut and all Alex could do was hope she'd heard. He walked back into his new room and started pulling clothes from his draw. Sara was still lying in bed, so he tucked his boxers between his jeans and his t-shirt. He was sure she'd seen boxers before but still, it felt weird showing them off to her.

He walked back into the hallway and could hear the shower running as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hey Summer? I still need to change."

"I'm already in the shower, sorry."

He could hear the spray of the shower hitting the floor directly, so he knew this wasn't true but he didn't want to push it. If there was one thing that made him more nervous than cute girls, it was cute girls who were upset with him.

He stood frozen outside the bathroom door, unsure of what to do. If he waited for Summer to be done in his bedroom, Sara was going to see him just sitting there in his towel and think he was weird. But down the hall, he could hear Kaitlyn and Ashley getting breakfast and he knew choosing to sit half naked in the living room would be even weirder.

For a moment, he thought maybe he'd just wait in the hallway, but then Kaitlyn walked by.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm good. I'm just- uh, I was just getting out the shower."

Kaitlyn looked confused and he could feel his cheeks start to burn as he turned round and sped away to the shared bedroom, mourning the fact that he didn't have his own.

Sara glanced up at him as he entered, then closed her eyes again and laid back down. He sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, mostly dry, but not quite enough to avoid having to worry about getting his covers wet. He looked around for his phone, so he could at least look like he was doing something and then realised he'd left it in the bathroom.

And so he just sat there, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart and trying to think of what he was going to say when Sara looked up again and asked him what the hell he was doing. He kept hoping she'd leave the room so he could just change- wait, why hadn't he just asked her to? Whatever, it was too late now anyways. If he asked her now she'd just think he'd been afraid to ask her. Which he was, but still-

"Dude are you gonna just sit there?"

She'd propped herself up on an elbow to look over at him. He searched frantically for a way to explain himself and came to the humiliating conclusion that there was none.

"No, I'm about to change, could you look away?"

"I could..."

It sounded like there was a "but" coming.

"But I've got a boyfriend and I've seen boy bits before, and if you ask me to stare at the wall every time you want to change, it's going to get really tedious.

Fuck!

"So you want me to-"

"Just get on with it."

What the hell was going on? Surely, she wasn't serious?

"You mean like, just change without giving you any warning. Aren't you gonna end up, y'know-"

"I promise you, I've seen dicks before, it's not going to leave any lasting scarring.

Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Look, when you moved in you said the fact that you were a guy wasn't going to make my life any more difficult, but if you were a girl you'd just get changed without worrying about it."

What she was asking for was impossible. Even if he wanted to get naked in front of her, his anxiety would never let him. Not that he wanted to get naked in front of her. Most guys would've leapt at the chance, but knowing his luck with women (he'd had one girlfriend in year three and gone on two first dates that'd turned out to be pranks in high school) she'd probably just laugh at him.

And yet, despite everything, he did want to keep living here. Really fucking badly. And so somehow, almost against his will, he found himself letting go of his towel and standing up.

As the towel hit the floor with a wet thud, he realised what he'd done and wanted nothing more than to take it back but it was too late. He could feel Sara's eyes scanning him up and down and stalling in the middle. He waited for the laugh but it didn't come, and then he realised he was just prolonging his predicament by standing there.

He turned- at least she can only see my ass now- and picked out his boxers from between the jeans and t-shirt- shit, if I bend over now, she's going to see my asshole. He stood frozen for a moment debating whether he should turn round again or just go for it. On the one hand, her seeing his asshole didn't seem quite as bad as her seeing his dick, but on the other, she'd already seen his dick and she hadn't seen his asshole. In the end he turned to his side, giving her an obscured view of his dick and no view at all of his asshole. He bent down and pulled the boxers up and over his hips faster than he'd ever done before in his life, then he pulled the jeans overtop, and finally the t-shirt.

He collapsed to his bed, acutely aware of every inch of his skin in a way that he'd never felt before. His heart pounded and his cheeks burned. He could feel a tingling in his groin, but he was sure that was just from the adrenaline.

He looked over towards her and then quickly away; she was still staring at him. At least she hadn't laughed. Then a thought struck him.

"Wouldn't your boyfriend get jealous if he knew you'd seen another guy naked?"

"Nah." Her tone was completely casual. "Only time he's ever got jealous was when he caught me staring at a guy with a bigger cock than him, and your cock's definitely smaller so I don't think it'll be an issue."

There it was. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, but in a way, he was grateful. She hadn't said he'd got a small cock in a demeaning way (in fact she hadn't actually said outright that he'd got a small cock at all, although the implication was obvious) just as a matter of fact.

"You didn't know that before you saw it though."

"True, but my boyfriend's cock is big, like, quite big, so the chances were pretty low. Honestly if you did have a bigger cock than him, I'd probably have seen it through the towel."

He wanted to look over at her and read the expression on her face, but he couldn't force his eyes away from their spot on the ceiling. The whole experience felt surreal. He'd never felt so intensely exposed and vulnerable, but there was something in her voice that was reassuring.

"Dude, you're not embarrassed, are you? When I said your cock was littler, I didn't mean it was tiny or anything, it's just my boyfriend's is kinda massive. Hey, dude, look at me for a moment..."

She seemed to be able to sense his discomfort, so he rolled onto his side as casually as he could.

"I don't want to be the creepy roommate that makes you get naked in front of her. It really is just that it's simpler. A body's a body y'know? The first time your brain sees a new dick it goes "wow, that's a dick" but then you keep looking at it and you realise it's just a dick. Most of the time, horniness is just curiosity in disguise. That's the only reason I was staring. But if you really feel uncomfortable, I'm not gonna force you to do that again."

"It's easy to say it's just a body when you're not the one who's naked."

It was a genuine observation, but it came out a little more aggressively than he intended.

"Okay. That's fair."

She sat up and without warning pulled up the tee she'd been sleeping in. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"You see what I mean? It's just a pair of tits. You could go on the internet and find literally thousands of pairs that are bigger and more exciting than mine."

He knew that what she was saying was probably true but in the moment it didn't matter. Like the rest of her body, Sara's chest was toned for all her working out, so her boobs were pretty small, but to the only word Alex could think to use was wonderful. Her areolas were small too, but her nipples were standing proud and Alex was gripped by the most intense desire to kiss them.

He could feel the blood rushing to his dick, but she wasn't done. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she lifted her ass and slid her bottoms up in one fluid motion. Then she spread her legs as far as she could with bottoms still sitting round her knees.

Alex was dumbstruck. It'd all happened so fast that he hadn't even had time to mentally prepare. He felt his dick leap into the air, and he awkwardly pivoted to his side in a panicked attempt to hide it from her, but he knew there was no way she hadn't seen it. He tore his eyes away from her and looked down at the floor, afraid how she'd react.

"Dude, don't look away!"

"But I- I-"

"You're turned on, that's fine. That's just your brain going "wow, that's a pussy". If you look away now that's how you're going to remember it."

The feeling of surreality returned as Alex dutifully returned his gaze to her pussy.

"It's literally just a pussy, everyone's got one. Well, not everyone- you know what I mean. It's nothing special."

Alex's rock-hard dick was somehow getting harder and he begged to differ.

"So don't you and your boyfriend... like, if you saw him naked wouldn't you be attracted to him?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. But I'm not attracted to him because he's got a huge cock. I'm attracted to his huge cock because it's the huge cock of my boyfriend."

"So, when you saw that guy with an even bigger dick-

"Oh, my brain lit up like a Christmas tree, for sure."

"Did you know him?

"Nah, we were at a nude beach and I'd never seen them before."

"But you were still turned on by them?"

"Of course. But I was very careful to make sure I didn't look back over again because I knew it'd hurt Max if I did. Then I spent the next week trying to keep that dick out of my thoughts. I tried not to, but it was all I could think about, even when we were having sex. Ironically, if Max hadn't felt so insecure I probably would've just snuck as many glances as I could while we were at the beach, wanked a whole bunch when we got home, then got on with my life. Instead, here I am talking about it now"

Alex felt precum soaking into the fabric of his boxers. Sara gestured to her vagina.

"You seen enough or you want to keep looking?"

"Oh, uh, I- Uh-"

She laughs.

"You want to keep looking. That's fine."

Her phone alarm went off and she leaned over to turn it off.

"Shit, I forget, me and Kaitlyn are going out in a minute. Tell you what, I think we should make a deal. For the next week we don't worry about changing in front of each other, then at the end of the week if you still feel uncomfortable being naked in front of me, or you feel uncomfortable seeing me naked, we can stop. Sounds good?

Alex nodded without hesitation. She pulled her top down, then stood up and pulled her bottoms back up. He missed the sight already.

As she walked over to the door he found himself staring at her ass, hidden away behind her pyjama shorts with just a sliver hanging out at the bottom. He wondered if their agreement meant he'd get a chance to see it unobstructed in the future. Then he had a realisation and found himself voicing it, surprised by his own audacity.

"You saw my ass, I never got to see yours."

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her expression totally unreadable, and for a moment he panicked thinking he'd gone too far. Then she hooked her thumbs over the band of her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a little black thong wedged between two perfect cheeks. She started clenching and unclenching them, and her overdeveloped muscles sent shockwaves through both. Then she pulled her shorts back up and left the room without looking back.

Alex's dick had slipped into an awkward position in his boxers, but he didn't dare fix it for fear that he'd come there and then from just a single touch.