For those of you who read and liked the first post, welcome back. For those who haven’t, go back and read it, then come back to this one. There’s a lot of context in there that makes this one not just seem like a weird, vacuum of a story.
So, starting off, I just took Jolie up on her offer, kind of. Some of you may remember she said she wouldn’t mind me being present while she changed, saying she trusts me. Well, I just did.
It’s a common thing for me to hang out in her room, chatting about our days or just hanging out, separately scrolling and sporadically sharing what we see with each other.
As it started to get dark (like an hour ago), Jolie announced she was going to get in the shower. Normally, I’d take that as my notice to leave, but this time I stayed, saying, “Alright,” and continuing to scroll.
“Gonna keep me company this time?” she asked, confirming before stripping down. “If that’s alright,” I answered. “Yeah, for sure,” she said.
Her curly, brunette hair was up in a bun, makeup already scrubbed off but cute without it. I watched in my periphery as she pulled her comfy shirt off, revealing a lack of bra, and two pink nipples dotting perky, full B-cups.
Jolie noted my lack of direct attention. “Aww look how respectful, not even gonna look at me,” she said, shimmying off her shorts, revealing a neon green thong. “I don’t care if you do, you know me.”
I took a peak, eyes flying to her tits, then to her crotch as she pulled the panties down. Clean shaven, maybe even waxed; no surprise.
She sat the panties down right in front of me, grabbed a towel off her door, and wrapped herself in it. “You can stay in here if you want,” she said before leaving.
I stared at the thong on the floor. I was unreasonably turned on despite my attempt to demonstrate as little care as I could. My dick throbbed in my shorts and I couldn’t resist temptation. In Jolie’s own room, I shimmied my own shorts down, sitting on the edge of her bed, and scooped up the panties.
I’ve never done anything like this. Can’t say I’ve been in a room with a girl’s discarded underwear too many times, but I never thought of myself as the type of guy to take the opportunity I took.
I held the thong to my nose, grabbing my cock in my hand and laying back on the bed. I pictured Jolie performing all the felacio techniques she’d described to me in casual conversation, taking in her scent, which was surprisingly fruity.
It didn’t take long for me to explode, and took everything to not moan as I did. I made a mess, but didn’t dare use the panties to clean. I took off my own socks to wipe myself clean, putting the panties back on the floor where I picked them up, and escaping down the hall to my room.
I’m a little stressed now, writing this with a mix of arousal and fear that I’ll be discovered, but a more realistic part of me doubts Jolie would care if she knew. I guess I’ll have to wait.
Curious what happened next? Click here to see if I spill more secrets about my hot adventures with Jolie and my other roommates!