“Oh please,” she says, waving my concerns away with her hand. She again gives that feeling that I must be slow for not just doing as she wants. I think what adds to this is that she acts as if this isn’t a big thing at all, which means she must have seen Bill have tons of, well, sex partners. That it is a common, normal thing.
“You want to be sub right? Bill only dances with subs or wannabe subs,” she informs me. Her saying so casually what is so huge and important to me deflates me in a manner of speaking. Figuring out that I liked a guy being fierce and dominate with me was a big thing for me. Something that took me months to come to terms with. Yet she treats it as if it is a normal, common thing, no different from saying that the sun is shining outside.
“He’s going to parade you around naked anyway, might as well get ready for him. Probably will make him happier,” she mentions and then looks back down at her cell. My heart has started to pound heavy now, and the urge to run out of here is high. Yet another part, the part making my dick throb, is far too curious to ever leave. So curious that a gunman could appear and I wouldn’t want to leave.
“N-N-Not to be r-r-rude, but…who are you?” I stammer out, finding I really, really, really want to know. She of course doesn’t look at me. She just taps at her cell to do whatever it is that she is doing.
“I’m Gina. Bill’s roommate or housemate, whatever you want to call it,” she answers while looking at her cell. I blink at this and figure that it makes sense. The two of them sharing the house, paying for it down the middle and all that.
“We’re friends and both bisexual, so sometimes I join in with Bill’s adventures. Sometimes not,” she adds on. When she does, I get the feeling this is to attract me. That she says this thinking I might hope she does play with us. And I admit, it’s working. I’m in a sort of arousal where it doesn’t matter what person is on the other end. To be honest, I think I would give her all the money in my bank account if she did end up playing with us.
“You going to take those clothes off, or not?” She then asks, only this time there in an air of finality, like she’s not going to ask again. This time I stare at her face, feeling so many conflicting emotions.
I then discover I do what to take off my clothes, I really do. I like her, hell anyone telling me what to do. It makes me aroused in a new way, in a way that I really, really like. A way that I want to discover.
“O-O-Ok,” I tell her, signaling that I’ll do it. As these words come out, I can’t believe I said them. I really can’t. What the hell am I doing? This isn’t what it was supposed to be like at all. Gosh I feel so submissive.
“I’m waiting,” she says after about a half minute of me standing here and panicking. At this I shake my head to snap out of my trance. She still doesn’t look at me, but I think that’s the point.
So I grab the bottom of my t-shirt. I wore clothes that I didn’t care what happened to them, for obvious reasons. I was so paranoid that I have 2 sets of clothes in my car just in case I had to leave the clothes I was wearing. And thus I lift up my shirt to reveal my stomach, and then my chest. Soon enough, I peel it over my head to remove it completely.
Not sure what to do, I put the shirt on the back of the couch in front of me. I know it’s just my shirt that I’ve removed and I’ve done it a thousand times, but it feels different this time. Makes me feel more naked. Like being topless in church or something.
Now I remove my tennis shoes. Once I am out of them, I remove my socks to become barefoot. With my bare feet on the tile floor, I get nervous and scared again as there’s not much more for me to remove before something is really seen.
My hands tremble as I unbutton my jeans. As I do this, I feel my extremely hard member begging to be released underneath. When I pull my jeans down just a bit, my cock does spring out, tenting my boxers. Thankfully I’m behind the couch so she can’t see this bit. It feels really embarrassing.
I bend over to pull my jeans all the way down, then remove them completely by stepping out of them. A moment later, I’m in just my boxers, putting my folded jeans on top of the couch. This entire time she hasn’t said anything nor reacted to me undressing. A part of me thought she might start laughing and say something like, “I can’t believe you did it,” but she never does.
Now I put my hands on the waistband of my boxers. This is it. The time to go through with this. It’s now or never. I wanted this after all. Therefore, I have to do it. I have to do this, even if scared.
I look at her as she looks at her cell. Then with a deep breath, I pull down my boxers. They fall to my ankles after clearing my hard member with a soft rustle of clothing. Just falls slowly down to pool around my ankles.
I’m naked now, my cock exposed. Since I’m behind the couch she can’t see it, but she must know. I’m naked. Naked in front of her. Naked in some stranger’s house.
In a daze I step out of my boxers and place them on the couch as well. My hands move downward where I so badly want to cover my manhood, but I think that’ll be impossible as I’m so hard at the moment. If I was normal and not aroused at all, sure, but at the moment don’t think I can.
“Good boy. Now he normally likes it when you sit on the couch. Hands behind your back,” she tells me after a few moments of me standing naked. I hear her say this and then realize how I’m feeling. I’m feeling not just vulnerable but powerless. Not sure why I feel either as I know I could make a run for it and get out of here. Yet I feel as if she and Bill have some new power over me.
Feeling embarrassed and humiliated, I move around the couch, naked as can be. With a red face, I sit my bare ass on the couch with my hands in front of my crotch in an effort to hide it. Once I sit, I move a little bit to get comfortable, not that I really can. Then, with another deep breath, I put my hands behind my back.
I’m sitting now, naked as can be on this couch. There’s nothing covering or hiding any part of me, and my hard cock stands up, clear as day. There’s no way not to see it if I’m looked at. In fact, the way she told me to sit is to make sure that I know it can be looked at.
She then glances at me. I see her as I stare forward, not believing I’m doing this. Her eyes look directly at my face, and then down. There I see her look at my cock, which makes it twitch. Humiliated by this small movement of my dick, I look to the side as I find I can’t look at her any longer. She doesn’t say anything at this.
“Hey, I’m back,” a man’s voice proclaims as the front door is opened. My eyes widen at this sound as that must be Bill. Oh dear, what’s he going to say? What will he do when he sees me like this? Will he get freaked out and scream at me to leave? Or will he be surprised? What if he calls me a freak and tells me to get out before he kicks my ass.
“Damn Gina, got him started that fast?” Bill exclaims with something like a laugh as he enters the living room. I heard him coming but couldn’t look in his direction out of embarrassment. Instead, I turned my head and looked the other way as he entered, not sure I wanted to see his reaction. But when he reacts like this, beyond happy, my dick twitches yet again.