I was in our apartment in the dorm at the state university.  It’s one that I share with a roommate, Carol.  I was getting ready for the day.  I showered and shampooed my hair.  I toweled off, then wrapped the towel around my hair.  I had a new bottle of body lotion in the top drawer of my dresser.  I came out of the bathroom to get it.  I was naked except for that towel.  I was stunned that my roommate’s boyfriend Brad was unexpectedly there.  “What the hell?” I exclaimed, and scurried back into the bathroom.  “Thanks for letting me know Brad was in the room!” I sarcastically yelled at my roommate.

“He just got here!  I didn’t know you were going to do a Lady Godiva!  I’m sorry.”

“Looking good, Anna,” Brad yelled after me.  I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine that shit-eating grin of his.

As embarrassed as I was at him seeing me naked, it was oddly exciting.  I had never been exposed to a guy like that.  Certainly, it’s something I’d never, ever do deliberately … but having it happen accidentally meant I wasn’t at fault.  I felt sexual excitement coursing through me.  I realized I was wet below, and not from the shower. 

I dressed in the bathroom and emerged.  Brad was still there.

“Hey Anna, sorry about that,” he said with no sincerity.  And that stupid grin of his. 

“Yeah, I hope you’re not permanently scarred by the trauma,” I said.

“Well, maybe I can make it up to you,” Brad suggested.  “After you leave for your Econ class, Carol and I were going to make out.  You’re welcome to stay and see me naked.  Sound good?”

“What the hell are you saying?” Carol said.  “I’m not putting on a show.”

“You’re not the show.  Anna’s seen you naked many times; it’s me she’ll be looking at.”

“I don’t need to see your small prick, Brad,” I said.

“Oh, ouch,” Brad replied with a smile.  “Maybe that’s what you’re used to with the losers you date; would you prefer to see what a man looks like?”

“Hey, both of you, this is getting weird,” said Carol.  “You’re both adults.  So, he saw you naked.  It’s no big deal.  You’ve got no unique body parts, Anna.”

(True, I thought, but that’s not the point.  He saw me naked!)

“If it’s no big deal, then I accept Brad’s offer,” I said.  “I want to see him naked.  Strip.”

“What?” he said.

“You heard me.  Take off your clothes.”

“Don’t you do it,” Carol said firmly.

“Why not?” Brad countered.  “There is a fairness in this.  I saw her naked, she’ll see me naked.  End of story.  We’ll be even."

“Are you out of your mind?” Carol exclaimed.  “Do you strip for any woman who asks?  Do you have the morals of a jack rabbit?”

“Well, Anna’s the first one to ask, outside of some hot sex.  I’m ok with it.”

“Well, you’re a pervert then.  I’m out of here.  You two work this out.  I’ll be down in the lounge waiting for you, Brad.  Maybe.” 

With that, Carol grabbed her backpack and left. 

Brad and I looked at each other.  Nobody made a move.

“Will you strip too?” he asked me.

“You’ve already seen me naked,” I replied.

“Yeah, I know.  But it was just a glimpse; you immediately fled back in, screaming, as I remember.”

“I didn’t scream.”

“Are you sure?  I remember some sort of a shriek.”

“I was startled, that’s all.  I didn’t scream.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, you know.  You have a beautiful body.  Don’t tell Carol I said so, but your tits are much better than hers.  I love breasts, but Carol’s only an A cup girl.”

“I’m not discussing my cup size, thank you,” I said.

“No need.  I’m a very good judge.  You’re definitely C material.”

He was right, but I wasn’t going to say so.

“Let’s cut the crap,” I said.  “Are you going to let me see you naked, as you offered, or not?  I don’t have all day.”

“I’ll match you garment for garment.  You take off one, I’ll take off one.”

I glared at him.  This was dumb, dumb, dumb.  But did I mention that I had been aroused by my exposure?  The memory of that excitement pulled on me, tempting me to recreate the experience.  I pulled off my t-shirt.  I was wearing a bra underneath.  Brad pulled off his shirt.  He was bare-chested.

I slid my pants off.  He kicked off his shoes and took off his trousers.

I took off my bra.  He took off a sock.

“NO FUCKING WAY,” I screamed at him.

“Ok, ok, I was actually joking,” he said.  He took off his underpants.  It was not a tiny prick, as I had suggested.  It was long, circumcised and pleasantly thick.  I don’t have a world of experience in penises, but this one looked to be completely satisfactory.  I observed his naked body.  I repeated his remark about me back to him.  “Looking good!”

“Thanks.  Are you going to take off your panties now?” he asked.

“There is no reason to, is there?” I said.  You’ve got no clothes left to reciprocate with.  Other than socks, which don’t count.”

“True,” he said, “but if you’ll get naked, I give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”
“You’ll have to find out.  I promise it will be worth it.”

I deliberated, then decided that this was a situation unlikely to ever be replicated in my life.  This would be a story worthy of my memoirs, if I ever wrote one. 

I lowered the panties.  We were both naked. 

He came toward me and fell to his knees.  He ran his hand through my pubic hair, gently pulling on it, teasing me, rubbing me in the process.  He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, against his waiting tongue.  He slurped over my vulva, which long ago had gotten moist.  I’ve only been tongued a few times before, so no large body of work to compare with -- but I’ll say he was very accomplished.  He used his tongue, his lips, to excite the clitoris, to ignite sexual passion.  He all but swallowed me. 

It didn’t take long.  I climaxed and cried out. 

I grabbed his head, took him by the hand and led him to my bed.  We lay together, his now erect penis pressing against my abdomen.  I wouldn’t let him have intercourse with me.  Too soon (I barely knew this guy), so I used my hand to bring him release.  He moaned as I rubbed that sensitive flesh.  I spit into my hand to create a little lubrication, and increased the speed.  He ejaculated onto my chest.

After we washed up, we agreed that Carol didn’t need to know any of this.  I didn’t want to mess up their relationship, and I needed to live with her for the rest of the semester.  We made up a story to tell her.  Still, Carol looked at me suspiciously afterwards.  But I think she didn’t want to know the truth.

Brad and I agreed that at the right time, right place, we’d be ok with seeing each other again.  No emotional entanglement, we’re not dating.  We just share a common interest -- the naked human body.  As Carol said, we’re all adults here, it’s no big deal, right?