In Jonas’ Bed

Around 6:30 p.m., Jonas wrote.

Silke sat on the sofa and read the message with furrowed brows.

It took almost a minute before Jonas replied.

Silke read the message several times. She hesitated for a long time.

Silke changed before she left. She wore a short denim skirt, a thin white blouse without a bra, and her black boots. Nothing underneath. She wanted to feel sexy for Jonas, even though she felt ashamed at the same time.

When she unlocked the flat door and stepped inside, it immediately smelled like a typical shared flat: a mix of food, laundry detergent, and male scent. She was just about to quietly go into Jonas’ room when Max suddenly came out of the kitchen.

“Oh… hey,” Max said, surprised and a little awkward. “I didn’t know anyone was coming over.”

Silke froze for a moment. She felt her face get hot.

“Hey… I just wanted to grab something,” she lied quickly.

Max nodded, but his eyes briefly dropped down her body. The denim skirt was short, and she had the feeling he suspected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She felt his gaze and became even more nervous.

As soon as Max went back into his room, she wrote to Jonas in a panic.

Silke stood in the hallway, phone in her hand. She looked at Max’s door. Then at Jonas’ door. Her heart was pounding hard. She actually wanted to turn around and leave.

But Jonas’ words had hit something inside her. She knew how long he had held himself back. And how important it was for him right now to finally be open.

She took a deep breath and went into Jonas’ room anyway.

The room smelled strongly of Jonas. A warm, slightly sweaty, masculine scent hung in the air — a mix of his deodorant, his laundry detergent, and his own natural smell that had settled into everything over the weeks. It was especially intense on the pillow. It smelled like his hair, his skin, like him.

Silke closed the door behind her. It didn’t lock. She could hear Max’s footsteps in the hallway.

She took off her boots first. Then the blouse. Her nipples were already hard, partly from the cool air, partly from arousal. Then she unzipped her denim skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was now completely naked in Jonas’ room.

She smelled his pillow again before lying down on the bed. The scent was intense and did something to her. It felt forbidden. Intimate. And at the same time exciting.

She set up the phone and started touching herself. First just with her fingers over her smooth pussy. Then she slid two fingers inside.

“Ahh… Jonas…”

She got louder than she meant to. She knew Max was probably in the living room or hallway.

“Fuck… Jonas… I’m naked in your bed… and fucking myself… while your roommate is home… ahh…”

She took out her vibrator and pressed it against her clit. Her moans became deeper and more uninhibited.

“Jonas… ahhh… I’m so wet… in your bed… it smells so strongly of you… fuck… Jonas…”

She fucked herself faster, her hips lifting off the sheets. She moaned his name loudly and clearly as she came.

“Jonas… Jonas… I’m cumming… ahhh— fuck… Jonas!”

Her body shook hard. She stayed lying there for a few more seconds with the vibrator still inside her, breathing heavily and with a pounding heart.

Afterwards she stopped the recording and sent the video.

Jonas replied quickly.

Silke was still lying naked on the bed. She could smell Jonas everywhere. The duvet smelled like him. The pillow smelled like him. She felt dirty, guilty, and at the same time incredibly turned on.

She looked at the door once more.

Then she wrote back.

Silke put the phone away, pulled the duvet up to her chest and stayed lying there. The door was not locked. Max was only a few metres away.

And she stayed anyway.