“Shit,” Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. “My phone’s in my room.”I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers.”D’ya want some coffee?” Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other. “Well do ya,” she demanded, looking over her shoulder and catching me in the act. I nodded and pretended not to notice her smiling. Then after placing the kettle on the stove, she moved towards one of the armchairs scattered around the room. Immediately I saw she had set the gas too high, and yellow-tipped flames danced along the sides of etimesgut escort the kettle. Although I’m a brainiac, I have an autistic nature, and the simplest of things can irritate me. I stood up and adjusted the stove. The flames turned blue and disappeared beneath the kettle — instant gratification.Glancing at my flatmate, I saw her watching me with interest. I wondered what she was planning with one foot slung suggestively over the armchair and the other drawing circles on the floor. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten about my ‘morning wood,’ and my skivvies did nothing to hide arousal. Embarrassed, I slid a hand in front of my crotch, “A watched kettle never boils,” I stated superiorly but felt immediately eryaman escort unsettled by her reply. “Then I’ll find something else to amuse myself,” she retorted and placed a hand between her thighs. My eyes widened, and my breathing stalled when she began stroking the sheer fabric covering her sex. My erection throbbed seeing the patch of pubic hair through the transparent garment, and I clammed shut.”Come here James, I want to see it.””No,” I protested, although we both heard the tremble in my voice. “Why not, I’ve just thought of a game we can play while we’re waiting for the water to boil.” “What do you want with me, Sam?” I gulped as she slipped her fingers into her knickers. Noticing the sincan escort growing discolouration in her gusset, my cock throbbed again. “I’m going to give you a chance to realise one of your sordid little fantasies, geek.” I racked my brain, wondering what she was talking about. “For fucks sake Sam, keep your voice down. We might wake Danielle, and I don’t want…””What James?” Samantha barked. “You don’t want Danielle finding out you’re a little pervert. Well news flash you moron, we found your blog last night. Very interesting reading.”My cheeks burned while I tried holding back my tears. Then Samantha beckoned me with her finger. “Move your hands,” she ordered as I shuffled across the tiled floor. I obeyed her command immediately. “Hmmm, now that looks interesting,” she said, her eyes glistening while she licked her lips. Then she grabbed my skivvies and yanked them over my hips. Samantha’s eyebrows rose. “Danielle won’t be able to keep her hands off you,” she gasped as my freed erection bobbed in front of her face.