Caught?

Walking out into the lounge I literally bumped straight into what was obviously the boys flatmate. Tall, cut and sexy as hell he was the physical opposite to the boy I had just slept with. He smiled wolfishly at me and took his time checking me out. I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow.

"Take a photo why don't you, it lasts longer."

He laughed and it thrilled me.

"I may just do so. Are you finished with him? It sounds like you've killed him." I shrugged and walked through to the kitchen. He followed me.

"Mind you, sounds like you were having fun yourself."

"Oh I can always make my own fun." He laughed again.

"I bet you can." I could practically hear him thinking "You dirty minx."

I stood on my tip toes to reach for a glass and he came up close behind me. He was close enough for me to feel the warmth of him but not close enough for us to actually touch. My skin goose-bumped and I shivered in spite of myself. I felt his breath on my neck and gripped the glass in my hand tighter so that I wouldn't turn round and kiss him. I shifted slightly to the right and bent, arse up, to get some water. The result of this was pressing my arse into his crotch. He leaped backwards in shock. Ha! I thought, not quite so cocky now are we.

We froze when we heard the front door open and close.

A querulous voice shouted a boys name - the man I was standing with or the boy in the bedroom?

"Shit!" He muttered. "It's the girlfriend."

I couldn't believe it and actually laughed. Whose girlfriend? This I had to see. I walked back to the lounge, glass of water in hand. I heard another oath from behind me but ignored it and stalked out.

The girl in the lounge stopped dead when she saw me. Tall and skinny with frizzy dark hair she was the antithesis of my pocket Venus curves and long blond locks. I smiled at her and said hi.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked in some mid euro accent. I just smiled and drank my water. She was infuriated and shouted out a male name just as the boy came out of the bedroom.

"What?" He said sleepily but instantly awoke in shock and horror as he saw me in my underwear standing opposite his girlfriend (his? I still wasn't sure which man would claim this Teutonic miss).

"Who the hell is she?" She screeched. The boy looked between us clearly having no idea how to explain me away. I was really worried I would start to laugh.

"Stop shouting. She's here with me. You really think he would have the courage to fuck around? Jesus, you already have his balls in a vice, do you need mine too?" The man from the kitchen put his arm around my waist and nuzzled at my neck, trying to make her believe we were fresh from his bed.

The girl stammered and apologized but sent me a look of pure malice anyway. I smiled benevolently and said,

"That's ok, anyone could make the same mistake. I would be jealous if I had such a hot boyfriend too." I flicked my gaze over the boy, her boyfriend, and she glowered even more at me. I felt a pinch at my waist to remind me not to be a fool.

"Steady on baby, you'll make me jealous." He nipped at my ear lobe and I snuggled closer. I turned to his ear as if whispering naughty secrets and muttered,

"Very impressive but my clothes are still on his floor. How will you explain those away?" He went still for a second then sprung towards action. Pushing me towards his bedroom with a lewd "I'll deal with you in a minute" he dragged the boy back into his room, rudely shutting the door on the girlfriend with a "I need to borrow condoms." I stood in the doorway watching the girlfriend.

"You shouldn't walk around in your underwear. It's so slutty." She grimaced at me.

"Neither of the men seemed to mind."

"I don't want my boyfriend to see you like that. Don't do it again." I shrugged to annoy her.

"He doesn't like girls like you. He doesn't like slutty girls." I laughed at that one but still said nothing which annoyed her further.

The flatmate came back out of his bedroom with condoms but without my clothes. He pushed me into his bedroom and closed the door behind us.

"What, so now we're going to fuck?" I said. He laughed at me and said,

"Hardly. I couldn't say I was getting condoms and then walk out with a pile of your clothes. They're hidden under the mattress."

"Great, I get to do a walk of shame in what? My underwear and high heals?"

"Well I wouldn't complain. It would be easy to get a cab." He teased. I shook my head.

"Look I can lend you enough to get home or just spend the night here and get your clothes in the morning once they've left for work." I looked warily at him.

"So now we're going to fuck?"

"God no. I'll stay on my side of the bed, you on yours. Nothing naughty."

"Riiiiiight." I said sardonically.

"Well I thought you would rather I said that than something along the lines of: You dirty slut, you really think I would do sloppy seconds? What on earth where you thinking by the way, didn't he say he had a girlfriend?"

"So it's my fault? Your poor flatmate was totally blameless? Led astray by my wicked and deviant behavior? Look forget it, just give me a shirt you hate and I'll get out of here. He can keep my dress as a souvenir." He gripped my arm.

"Not so fast. If you leave now she'll smell a rat. Girls don't tend to leave after just one round with me."

I pushed him off me and moved back so that we weren't so close. I wanted something to cover me as I was starting to feel totally exposed.

"Fine, whatever. You're a stud, I get it. Can you just give me something to put on? I don't usually have conversations in my knickers."

The flatmate brought out an old shirt of his and I pulled it over my head and rolled up the sleeves so that I could use my hands. To give him credit, he didn't perv whilst I dressed.

"Thanks." I said.

"It's fine. Sorry there's no where to sit but the bed. Honestly, if you stay tonight I swear not to touch you and you'll do my flatmate a favor as it will make his girlfriend less suspicious."

I looked at him carefully. I thought it was a little icky swapping beds so quickly but I wanted my dress as it was a favorite.

"Ok. But seriously; any touching and I'll scream."

"I know, I know. Don't worry. Which side would you like?" I chose the side nearest the door and hopped under the covers. I pulled my bra off underneath the shirt and dropped it onto the floor. The flatmate took a t-shirt and tracksuit pants to the en-suite and came out dressed but at least comfortable for bed. He crawled in on the other side, as far away as possible from me.

He turned the lights off and we both lay there in silence.