It was a quaint house where many of the rooms were not originally built for bedrooms, but the landlord had worked around that. Because of this, almost none of the rooms had locks on them. This gave me free reign of the house when the weekend hit and no one was home. Regardless of this, I was always extremely nervous whenever I snooped through someone's room. Getting caught was a quick way to getting evicted.
Most of the girls lived in the basement, but I had little reason to be down there unless I was doing laundry. I had just done so days before, so instead, I was snooping through dirty laundry in the room across from mine.
Christina and I shared a bathroom, and our doors were mere feet apart, but we had only spoken on a handful of occasions. She was a real party girl and I rarely saw her at nights, and on the weekends she was usually at home, I can only imagine, visiting her family or partying with friends from high school. Despite sleeping so close to each other, I barley knew her at all.
So, I had taken it on myself to knock on her door that night to make sure she wasn't home. When I heard no answer with my ear pressed up against the door, I slowly opened it and turned on the light. I kept the door open for safety reasons and slowly walked around her room, taking everything in.
She had an overflowing bookshelf with all sorts of titles for leisure reading as well as interesting non-fiction. She seemed like a cool girl. A copy of the Kama Sutra even sat on her bookshelf, the thought of which got me excited at first glance.
Pictures of her and friends were all over a bulletin board, most seemingly taken at parties. Most were equally attractive girls, but several were guys. She seemed to have a tomboy side to her.
Every couple minutes I would quickly leave the room and quietly stand at the top of the stairs, making sure I was still alone.
Finally I opened the top drawer of her dresser and admired the colourful variety of undergarments she owned. It was mostly red and black, but there was a generous spread of pink, blue, orange, yellow and even green panties.
I closed the drawer and ventured into the closet beside her dresser; in it hung dresses and all sorts of club clothing. But at the bottom of the closet was a mesh bag full of dirty laundry.
Jackpot.
As I ruffled through the bag, I stopped at the first red lacy thong I saw. I peeled it out of a pair of yoga pants and held it in my hand, admiring the stains from what was probably a yoga work out. Before I could bring the treasured item to my nose for appraisal, I heard the stubborn twist of a locked doorknob. Panicking, I quickly closed the closet door and ran out of her room, almost too terrified to remember the light. I quickly doubled back to hit the switch and closed her door as quickly and quietly as I could. I ran into my room as I heard the familiar turning of a key and swiftly shut the door before running to my bed for safety.
It was at this point that I realized I was still holding her used thong. I quickly hid it under my pile of pillows before I was frozen at the sound of a knock on my door.
She knows. I forgot something. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She knows.
I mustered what little courage I had left and ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Come in."
She stumbled drunkenly into my room wearing a black skirt and a shiny silver top. Her d-cup breasts stuck out in this ensemble and accentuated her curves. She looked super sexy. She was also super drunk.
"How come we don't hang out?"
I laughed a little at such a ridiculous statement and the relief of her not finding me sneaking around in her room washed over me.
"I don't know. No time like the present to repair that though."
She smiled and gave me a flirty look. "Let's drink. I have vodka in my room."
She stumbled out of my room and into hers as suddenly as she had entered. I followed her and watched her skirt hike dangerously high as she bent over to retrieve a bottle of Grey Goose and some shot glasses from the bottom of another closet.
She turned around and giggled a little, her dark hair and bright eyes shining at me. She had darker skin, but I had no idea what her ethnicity was, but whatever it was, I was immediately attracted to it.
"Look what I found!"
We sat on her futon and played a couple drinking games. I threw most of them so I could catch up, she was already sufficiently drunk, but the few shots she did take pretty much eliminated her inhibitions.
"Don't look. I'm going to change."
She wandered over to the same closet that her dirty laundry was in and turned back at me, shooting another flirty look.
"I said don't look!"
I covered my eyes with my hands and waited until I heard the shuffling of clothes against her tanned skin. I slowly opened a gap between two fingers and peeked as her skirt came off. She kicked it into the closet. She was wearing a black and white thong with a lace back to it. Next came the top and her bra, which both landed in the closet. I saw her breasts from the side, her nipple just out of view. I quickly closed the gap in my fingers before she turned around to check on me again. Her breasts might actually have been double D's, it was hard to tell.
"Ok, I'm done."
I opened my eyes and saw her in PJ pants and a beige top that her nipples were poking out of.