First Time Out with Kate
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A flatshare with two girls? Count me in. Girls are way tidier.
It was time for me to move on, ever since me and Eleanor split up, and I wanted to see that back of that place we had anyway, so I asked around. I was casual friends with Pippa through someone at work, she seemed nice and sane enough, and showed me round on a weekday evening.
The place had a nice feel, and I was sick of sharing with guys who had parties and I didn’t connect with. The room was nice. It wasn’t cheap, but I was earning. And there was something else, the other flatmate; Kate, who I felt instantly attracted to; a petite redhead, pretty, with a tight little arse and a line in slowly batting her lashes.
Still, I wasn’t moving into their house because I really wanted to fuck one of them. That might be an added bonus somewhere down the line, but I needed somewhere to live and it hit all the right notes. They seemed okay with having a boy there, after Pippa’s workmate gave me a good reference, and I moved in a week later.
I settled in pretty good. The girls were easy to get along with. Kate was single, but pretty quickly dropped casually into a conversation that she would not get into a relationship with anybody she shared a house with. The way she said it seemed like it wasn't aimed at anyone in particular, but I thought: why would she say if if it wasn't aimed at me?
She was right of course. It was asking for trouble. Me and her got on very well though, and occasionally I thought I caught her flirting with me, the little flick back of the hair. But every now and then she would subtly reiterate that she wasn't going down that road again, and that she had a rule that housemates should be platonic – even if at the same time she seemed to really like telling me about boys that she was chasing or how someone at work was eyeing her up. I started fancying her more and more, even if I wasn’t feeling like I should be in a relationship with her. I had been single for three months and was basically wedded to my right hand, and Kate started figuring more in my horny thoughts, like most things right in front of you. It felt alright, actually, hovering between being just-flatmates, or in the friend zone, or whatever – and occasionally a little bit of flirting. I like that not everything has to be clear-cut.
So I'd been there about a month when Kate asked me to help her with some photography. Taking pictures of her, to be exact. “Hey Ken, you’re pretty handy with a camera, aren’t you?” (This was true). Turns out she needed some new photos for Tinder, as the ones she had weren't getting her anywhere. I did her a headshot, which looked good (and got her a little more attention, she said), but a few days later she said she wanted something a little bit more involved.
We scheduled for Saturday, when Pippa would be out and we could have the house to ourselves. I couldn't wait. A bunch of real photos of Kate for the wank bank, and a big favour owed too.
Luckily that morning saw some bright sunshine and the house was filled with light. Things would look good. I made some coffee, got the camera ready and waited for Kate to emerge from her room. Eventually she appeared, in a expensive tropical print sundress that showed off her legs, strap sandals, and fully made up. She’d had her hair done yesterday, and her highlighted red locks were tied to one side.
She looked fantastic. She smiled at me and said “How do I look? This is look number one, by the way. We’ve got a few to get through.” “You look amazing.” I said. It was true. She was stunning when she put the effort it. The dress fitted her petite body perfectly. She stood by the upstairs hall window, I checked the light and was about to start doing some test shots, when I think she must have caught me taking one too many looks.
“Hey Ken. I just want to stress here, that… we’re cool, right? You’re just taking my picture? I don't want things to get weird.”
“No that's okay”, I said. “You really do look stunning, that’s all.”
“Thanks”, she said. “That's the idea”, she added. “But just… no touching, OK? You can keep your hands to yourself, can you?”
This seemed a little unnecessary. I might be a terrible perv, but I’m not one of those assholes who touched women without permission. “Of course”. I said. It was true. An awkward pause. “You sure we are okay here?”
“Yeah. I just didn't want you to think that taking photos was any kind of… invitation, you know?
“Why would it be?”
“Well, no it isn’t. But we do need to make these ones kind of… exciting? And they may get a little more, ah, intimate than we did with the headshots.”
I felt my dick move just a little in my pants. “Is that so?”
After a couple more questions, she explained in full. Turns out she’d been reading some kind of Tinder ‘manual’. I’d been out of the online dating game far too long; apparently what you needed to do now to pull in the right kind of men is to have a full suite of professional-grade photographs, in several different outfits, with a carefully calibrated gradual ‘reveal’ on each one, showing just a little more skin and a little more of you each time. That would get any man you would be chatting to salivating, and hard as a rock thinking about the next pic you might deign to drop his way a few messages later.
To be fair, it sounded like a damn good idea. Hell, I’d be getting stiff thinking about the next pic she would send. “So I may need you to tell me what you think would, ah, work best.” she said, with a little smile.
“I promise to keep my hands to myself.” I said. “But I’m thinking this might put our friendship into a slightly different zone?” I was feeling confident now. And aroused, needless to say.
“That’s OK. I know what happens to boys when you show them things they haven’t seen before.” she said. “I am going to owe you a big favour for this. I can set you up with any of my girlfriends you like, in return. But we’re going to be cool and mature about this, right? No touching.”
“Got it.”
“OK.” she said. “Right… how do you want me?”
We started shooting. It felt like the ice was completely broken, we’d shared a secret, and now it was time to work together. She looked incredible in the dress. We went to the living room and she stretched out on the sofa like a cat asleep. The dress rode up a little, showing more of her creamy thighs, and her pouting at the camera. We went out into our little garden, and did a few shots there too. This was working well.
Time for an outfit change. It was evening wear this time. We took some pics in Pippa’s bedroom, as she had the nice mantlepiece and looked good. Outfit number three: she went back into her bedroom and came out in with a kind of indie look: short A-line skirt, black tights and a tight yellow T-shirt that showed off her chest. I think she’d chosen a push-up bra too. This time she posed more coquettishly, sexier, staring staring harder at the camera.
“I can do a sexy librarian, too!” she said with a smirk. She put on a pair of Pippa’s glasses and posed by the bookshelves with a book open and a pen in her mouth, looking downright filthy. Her nipples were just poking through the thin T-shirt. I took three frames and said: “Wow, you look… kinda dirty, like that.” I grinned.
She grinned back. “I know what boys really like, someone who studies hard but will drop to their knees on cue. Jesus, that’s what half of the people in my office want.” “Let’s see you on the sofa again with that getup.” She agreed and we went downstairs again, and stretched herself out, looking directly into the camera. The wool skirt rose up a little. What I thought were tights were actually stockings. “Oh yes… yeah, the really dirty librarians all wear these.” she grinned.
Snap, snap. “You like them? You don’t think they’re over the top? They certainly make me feel like I’m going to get fucked tonight.” There was no doubt by this stage that she must have known what I thought of her; I’d had a minor bulge in my pants for the last hour, which was getting bigger with every camera click.
I caught Kate looking at my crotch and looking back at me with a smile on her face and a flush in her cheeks. She was enjoying how much she was turning me on, taking me on this ride. I wanted to pound her into the middle of next week, true, but I was enjoying myself too. We were laughing and joking. I liked the sexual tension that was in the air, where we were both pretending. No touching, huh? Well, let’s see how far we can take that.
“Hey, sit here a second. Put your knees together.” Our living room had two sofas facing each other with about a metre in between the two. Kate grinned and sat down on the floor with her back on the sofa. I changed lenses and sat down against the other sofa, so we were facing each other, very close. I took a couple more pics of her pouting.
It was time to move things on a little. “Why don’t you pull that skirt up a little more?” “But you’ll be able to see my panties.” There was a note in her voice that suggested that was exactly what she wanted.
“Oh, you’re wearing some, are you?” I joked. “You want to blow boys’ minds? Let me see a little more.” My heart was pounding. “I suppose I need a couple of late-night pics too.” she said. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to see?” “I’d like to see you bent over that sofa.” “Would you now?”
“Very much so.” She grinned. “OK.” She stood up, turned around and bent right over the arm of the sofa. Her skirt rose up, not only could I see her stocking tops, but the bottom of a pair of lacy black panties, tight and firm across her arse, with a lovely little gap where the silk covered her pussy. Snap, snap.
“Can you hold that camera steady? I’m amazed.” She stood up, and turned around, standing above me. Her hand moved to the waistband of her skirt. “You remember the golden rule, right.” “I remember.” I said. She unhooked her skirt and it slid to the floor covering her bare feet. Then she sat back down, cross-legged in her black stockings and black panties and that tight, tight t-shirt. She put her hands behind her head and pushed her tits out. “Now that’s a close-up, right?” I snapped a couple more. Oh my god.
“You can put the camera down now. No one’s getting nudes of me.”
“You’ll get all the dick pics a girl could ever want like that with what we’ve taken so far.”
Her hand brushed against one of her nipples. Her breasts were small but pert, and the t-shirt she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. The sun streamed in through the living room windows. She looked at me, growlingly sexy. “So I’m strict about the no touching thing. But that’s just touching me. I mean, you’re welcome to touch yourself. You look like you might need to.” My dick was still bulging in my pants.
“You mean…” “Yes, I love watching boys play with their cock.” She looked at me. Her cheeks were flushed. Both hands were on her tits now. “It’s OK. We’re cool. I love it when boys get hard looking at me. And I love that you can’t just fuck me. You’ve been a good boy and respected my boundaries. We can still have a bit of fun.”
I didn’t need much encouragement. I stood up and pulled off my jeans and pants as fast as I could, and sat back down, hard.
“Mmm, that looks like a big one. Stroke your cock. Go on. Probably won’t take you long to cum, looking at me.” It seemed like clearly wanted to be in charge, but I opened my mouth and croaked. “I want to see your pussy, Kate.”
She looked a bit shocked. “Oh really?”. But her hand was moving towards the waistband of her panties. “Yes. I want to see you if you’re looking at me.”
“OK”, she said. Then she spun around, put both thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, her arse just a few inches from me. The gusset was a little wet and her pink pussy lips were smooth and shiny – and wet. It took all my self-restraint not to reach out a hand and feel just how wet she was. We looked at each other, me stroking my cock firmly up and down, her with her hand moving between her legs, staring at each other.
“Well this is fun,” she said. “Enjoying each other like this. I’ve forgotten who is in charge here.”
“I’m in charge.” I said, unexpectedly. I’m not sure where it came from. But she looked like she wanted it to happen. “Yes please,” she said, her right-hand moving little faster on her clit. “Take charge.” I stood up, and carried on stroking.
“You little bitch. You've been teasing my cock all morning.”
“Yes, I I have.” she said getting into a kneeling position.
“You know exactly what you've been doing to me, you little prick tease.”
“I know how much you want to fuck me. Ever since you moved in.” she said. “I know how many times you must have wanked over me. I bet you’ve even been in my panty drawer, haven't you.”
I hadn’t, but I’d thought about it a couple of times. “Not yet, but I might.” I paused, confidence growing. “You'd like that, wouldn’t you? You dirty little slut.”
“Yes I would,” said Kate, looking up at me and staring at the tip of my cock as I worked the shaft back and forth. “I love when men I love spill their cum for me.” She was breathing hard now, her hand moving faster between her legs.
I was getting into it now. “So I can't touch you. I'm forced to stand here and wank myself off.” “Yes.” she said, almost gleefully. “You don't get to have me. But you get the fantasy of me. It’s better this way. Don't you love you thinking about me and wanking?”
“The thing is, in a moment I'm going to come. And I’m going to come all over your face. Does that count as touching?”
“I only said you had to keep your hands to yourself.”
“So you don't mind then? Tell me what you want.” I said, rubbing my shaft furiously. I’m not sure my dick had ever got any harder.
“I want you to spunk all over my face. I want every drop of it. I want to feel it up my nose and taste it in my mouth. You can do that for me? Looking at my pretty face, can you? When you come for me, I want it to be all about me. Thinking about me. You almost ready?”
I was. “I can see your balls getting tighter. You want to do it on my face, don’t you? That’s what all boys really want. To spunk all over my face. Oh! Here it comes!”
I erupted. The first gob of spunk hit Kate straight in the forehead, the rest into her eyes and nose, dripping down her face, and into her open mouth - she’d managed to bring herself off too. A few drops went onto her tight t-shirt and the last couple into her long red hair. . We stared at each other, panting, for a few seconds, her still on her knees, her pretty face completely covered in my goo, my dripping cock in my hand. Then she stood up and walked to the door. “Just getting in the shower!”
She paused, and looked round. “Well done, Ken. You are the best photographer I’ve ever had… and I’ve had quite a few.” She winked.
Sometimes, it’s better to share.
It was time for me to move on, ever since me and Eleanor split up, and I wanted to see that back of that place we had anyway, so I asked around. I was casual friends with Pippa through someone at work, she seemed nice and sane enough, and showed me round on a weekday evening.
The place had a nice feel, and I was sick of sharing with guys who had parties and I didn’t connect with. The room was nice. It wasn’t cheap, but I was earning. And there was something else, the other flatmate; Kate, who I felt instantly attracted to; a petite redhead, pretty, with a tight little arse and a line in slowly batting her lashes.
Still, I wasn’t moving into their house because I really wanted to fuck one of them. That might be an added bonus somewhere down the line, but I needed somewhere to live and it hit all the right notes. They seemed okay with having a boy there, after Pippa’s workmate gave me a good reference, and I moved in a week later.
I settled in pretty good. The girls were easy to get along with. Kate was single, but pretty quickly dropped casually into a conversation that she would not get into a relationship with anybody she shared a house with. The way she said it seemed like it wasn't aimed at anyone in particular, but I thought: why would she say if if it wasn't aimed at me?
She was right of course. It was asking for trouble. Me and her got on very well though, and occasionally I thought I caught her flirting with me, the little flick back of the hair. But every now and then she would subtly reiterate that she wasn't going down that road again, and that she had a rule that housemates should be platonic – even if at the same time she seemed to really like telling me about boys that she was chasing or how someone at work was eyeing her up. I started fancying her more and more, even if I wasn’t feeling like I should be in a relationship with her. I had been single for three months and was basically wedded to my right hand, and Kate started figuring more in my horny thoughts, like most things right in front of you. It felt alright, actually, hovering between being just-flatmates, or in the friend zone, or whatever – and occasionally a little bit of flirting. I like that not everything has to be clear-cut.
So I'd been there about a month when Kate asked me to help her with some photography. Taking pictures of her, to be exact. “Hey Ken, you’re pretty handy with a camera, aren’t you?” (This was true). Turns out she needed some new photos for Tinder, as the ones she had weren't getting her anywhere. I did her a headshot, which looked good (and got her a little more attention, she said), but a few days later she said she wanted something a little bit more involved.
We scheduled for Saturday, when Pippa would be out and we could have the house to ourselves. I couldn't wait. A bunch of real photos of Kate for the wank bank, and a big favour owed too.
Luckily that morning saw some bright sunshine and the house was filled with light. Things would look good. I made some coffee, got the camera ready and waited for Kate to emerge from her room. Eventually she appeared, in a expensive tropical print sundress that showed off her legs, strap sandals, and fully made up. She’d had her hair done yesterday, and her highlighted red locks were tied to one side.
She looked fantastic. She smiled at me and said “How do I look? This is look number one, by the way. We’ve got a few to get through.” “You look amazing.” I said. It was true. She was stunning when she put the effort it. The dress fitted her petite body perfectly. She stood by the upstairs hall window, I checked the light and was about to start doing some test shots, when I think she must have caught me taking one too many looks.
“Hey Ken. I just want to stress here, that… we’re cool, right? You’re just taking my picture? I don't want things to get weird.”
“No that's okay”, I said. “You really do look stunning, that’s all.”
“Thanks”, she said. “That's the idea”, she added. “But just… no touching, OK? You can keep your hands to yourself, can you?”
This seemed a little unnecessary. I might be a terrible perv, but I’m not one of those assholes who touched women without permission. “Of course”. I said. It was true. An awkward pause. “You sure we are okay here?”
“Yeah. I just didn't want you to think that taking photos was any kind of… invitation, you know?
“Why would it be?”
“Well, no it isn’t. But we do need to make these ones kind of… exciting? And they may get a little more, ah, intimate than we did with the headshots.”
I felt my dick move just a little in my pants. “Is that so?”
After a couple more questions, she explained in full. Turns out she’d been reading some kind of Tinder ‘manual’. I’d been out of the online dating game far too long; apparently what you needed to do now to pull in the right kind of men is to have a full suite of professional-grade photographs, in several different outfits, with a carefully calibrated gradual ‘reveal’ on each one, showing just a little more skin and a little more of you each time. That would get any man you would be chatting to salivating, and hard as a rock thinking about the next pic you might deign to drop his way a few messages later.
To be fair, it sounded like a damn good idea. Hell, I’d be getting stiff thinking about the next pic she would send. “So I may need you to tell me what you think would, ah, work best.” she said, with a little smile.
“I promise to keep my hands to myself.” I said. “But I’m thinking this might put our friendship into a slightly different zone?” I was feeling confident now. And aroused, needless to say.
“That’s OK. I know what happens to boys when you show them things they haven’t seen before.” she said. “I am going to owe you a big favour for this. I can set you up with any of my girlfriends you like, in return. But we’re going to be cool and mature about this, right? No touching.”
“Got it.”
“OK.” she said. “Right… how do you want me?”
We started shooting. It felt like the ice was completely broken, we’d shared a secret, and now it was time to work together. She looked incredible in the dress. We went to the living room and she stretched out on the sofa like a cat asleep. The dress rode up a little, showing more of her creamy thighs, and her pouting at the camera. We went out into our little garden, and did a few shots there too. This was working well.
Time for an outfit change. It was evening wear this time. We took some pics in Pippa’s bedroom, as she had the nice mantlepiece and looked good. Outfit number three: she went back into her bedroom and came out in with a kind of indie look: short A-line skirt, black tights and a tight yellow T-shirt that showed off her chest. I think she’d chosen a push-up bra too. This time she posed more coquettishly, sexier, staring staring harder at the camera.
“I can do a sexy librarian, too!” she said with a smirk. She put on a pair of Pippa’s glasses and posed by the bookshelves with a book open and a pen in her mouth, looking downright filthy. Her nipples were just poking through the thin T-shirt. I took three frames and said: “Wow, you look… kinda dirty, like that.” I grinned.
She grinned back. “I know what boys really like, someone who studies hard but will drop to their knees on cue. Jesus, that’s what half of the people in my office want.” “Let’s see you on the sofa again with that getup.” She agreed and we went downstairs again, and stretched herself out, looking directly into the camera. The wool skirt rose up a little. What I thought were tights were actually stockings. “Oh yes… yeah, the really dirty librarians all wear these.” she grinned.
Snap, snap. “You like them? You don’t think they’re over the top? They certainly make me feel like I’m going to get fucked tonight.” There was no doubt by this stage that she must have known what I thought of her; I’d had a minor bulge in my pants for the last hour, which was getting bigger with every camera click.
I caught Kate looking at my crotch and looking back at me with a smile on her face and a flush in her cheeks. She was enjoying how much she was turning me on, taking me on this ride. I wanted to pound her into the middle of next week, true, but I was enjoying myself too. We were laughing and joking. I liked the sexual tension that was in the air, where we were both pretending. No touching, huh? Well, let’s see how far we can take that.
“Hey, sit here a second. Put your knees together.” Our living room had two sofas facing each other with about a metre in between the two. Kate grinned and sat down on the floor with her back on the sofa. I changed lenses and sat down against the other sofa, so we were facing each other, very close. I took a couple more pics of her pouting.
It was time to move things on a little. “Why don’t you pull that skirt up a little more?” “But you’ll be able to see my panties.” There was a note in her voice that suggested that was exactly what she wanted.
“Oh, you’re wearing some, are you?” I joked. “You want to blow boys’ minds? Let me see a little more.” My heart was pounding. “I suppose I need a couple of late-night pics too.” she said. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to see?” “I’d like to see you bent over that sofa.” “Would you now?”
“Very much so.” She grinned. “OK.” She stood up, turned around and bent right over the arm of the sofa. Her skirt rose up, not only could I see her stocking tops, but the bottom of a pair of lacy black panties, tight and firm across her arse, with a lovely little gap where the silk covered her pussy. Snap, snap.
“Can you hold that camera steady? I’m amazed.” She stood up, and turned around, standing above me. Her hand moved to the waistband of her skirt. “You remember the golden rule, right.” “I remember.” I said. She unhooked her skirt and it slid to the floor covering her bare feet. Then she sat back down, cross-legged in her black stockings and black panties and that tight, tight t-shirt. She put her hands behind her head and pushed her tits out. “Now that’s a close-up, right?” I snapped a couple more. Oh my god.
“You can put the camera down now. No one’s getting nudes of me.”
“You’ll get all the dick pics a girl could ever want like that with what we’ve taken so far.”
Her hand brushed against one of her nipples. Her breasts were small but pert, and the t-shirt she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. The sun streamed in through the living room windows. She looked at me, growlingly sexy. “So I’m strict about the no touching thing. But that’s just touching me. I mean, you’re welcome to touch yourself. You look like you might need to.” My dick was still bulging in my pants.
“You mean…” “Yes, I love watching boys play with their cock.” She looked at me. Her cheeks were flushed. Both hands were on her tits now. “It’s OK. We’re cool. I love it when boys get hard looking at me. And I love that you can’t just fuck me. You’ve been a good boy and respected my boundaries. We can still have a bit of fun.”
I didn’t need much encouragement. I stood up and pulled off my jeans and pants as fast as I could, and sat back down, hard.
“Mmm, that looks like a big one. Stroke your cock. Go on. Probably won’t take you long to cum, looking at me.” It seemed like clearly wanted to be in charge, but I opened my mouth and croaked. “I want to see your pussy, Kate.”
She looked a bit shocked. “Oh really?”. But her hand was moving towards the waistband of her panties. “Yes. I want to see you if you’re looking at me.”
“OK”, she said. Then she spun around, put both thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, her arse just a few inches from me. The gusset was a little wet and her pink pussy lips were smooth and shiny – and wet. It took all my self-restraint not to reach out a hand and feel just how wet she was. We looked at each other, me stroking my cock firmly up and down, her with her hand moving between her legs, staring at each other.
“Well this is fun,” she said. “Enjoying each other like this. I’ve forgotten who is in charge here.”
“I’m in charge.” I said, unexpectedly. I’m not sure where it came from. But she looked like she wanted it to happen. “Yes please,” she said, her right-hand moving little faster on her clit. “Take charge.” I stood up, and carried on stroking.
“You little bitch. You've been teasing my cock all morning.”
“Yes, I I have.” she said getting into a kneeling position.
“You know exactly what you've been doing to me, you little prick tease.”
“I know how much you want to fuck me. Ever since you moved in.” she said. “I know how many times you must have wanked over me. I bet you’ve even been in my panty drawer, haven't you.”
I hadn’t, but I’d thought about it a couple of times. “Not yet, but I might.” I paused, confidence growing. “You'd like that, wouldn’t you? You dirty little slut.”
“Yes I would,” said Kate, looking up at me and staring at the tip of my cock as I worked the shaft back and forth. “I love when men I love spill their cum for me.” She was breathing hard now, her hand moving faster between her legs.
I was getting into it now. “So I can't touch you. I'm forced to stand here and wank myself off.” “Yes.” she said, almost gleefully. “You don't get to have me. But you get the fantasy of me. It’s better this way. Don't you love you thinking about me and wanking?”
“The thing is, in a moment I'm going to come. And I’m going to come all over your face. Does that count as touching?”
“I only said you had to keep your hands to yourself.”
“So you don't mind then? Tell me what you want.” I said, rubbing my shaft furiously. I’m not sure my dick had ever got any harder.
“I want you to spunk all over my face. I want every drop of it. I want to feel it up my nose and taste it in my mouth. You can do that for me? Looking at my pretty face, can you? When you come for me, I want it to be all about me. Thinking about me. You almost ready?”
I was. “I can see your balls getting tighter. You want to do it on my face, don’t you? That’s what all boys really want. To spunk all over my face. Oh! Here it comes!”
I erupted. The first gob of spunk hit Kate straight in the forehead, the rest into her eyes and nose, dripping down her face, and into her open mouth - she’d managed to bring herself off too. A few drops went onto her tight t-shirt and the last couple into her long red hair. . We stared at each other, panting, for a few seconds, her still on her knees, her pretty face completely covered in my goo, my dripping cock in my hand. Then she stood up and walked to the door. “Just getting in the shower!”
She paused, and looked round. “Well done, Ken. You are the best photographer I’ve ever had… and I’ve had quite a few.” She winked.
Sometimes, it’s better to share.
Latisha
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