Checking Room!

No sign of last night's bulge, but my eyes darted there anyway, remembering. We sat at the table, sipping from mugs, the domesticity oddly intimate. 'Thanks again for this,' she said, her foot brushing mine under the table—accidental? Her gaze held mine a beat too long, stirring that forbidden pull again. 'I know it's weird, crashing with my brother's friend.'

I shrugged, forcing casualness.

'Weird in a good way. Makes the place less empty.' Our conversation flowed—her classes, my latest project—but underneath, the attraction simmered, her laughter sending little thrills through me. She grabbed her bag and headed out, waving with a grin.

'See you tonight. Don't work too hard.' The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with the echo of her presence.

I finished my coffee and decided to tidy up before leaving. Passing the guest room, I noticed the door ajar—probably from her rushing out. I pushed it open to straighten the bed, but something caught my eye on the floor by the nightstand: a sticky patch, glistening faintly in the morning light. I knelt down, touching it cautiously with my finger. It was warm, slick, like dried... cum?

My mind reeled, connecting the dots to last night's sounds—her soft gasps, the rustle. Had she been touching herself, that futanari secret spilling out in the dark? The thought hit me hard, my cock stirring again as I imagined it: her hand stroking her hidden cock, maybe fingering her pussy too, moaning quietly while thinking of... me?

Curiosity burned, mixing with the emotional tangle of desire and restraint. I wiped my finger on my jeans, heart racing anew. This house-sharing was unveiling layers I wasn't prepared for, her essence literally marking the space.

What else would I discover as the days blurred on, the tension building toward an inevitable break?

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