Confusion

“Whoa! I am sorry for walking in on you! Please forgive me.”

“Why?” A question so simple yet so jarringly out of place. Such a casual response. No surprise, no shame, nothing.

“Be-cause I- walked in on you.”

“And that’s wrong? I don’t know you but I’m gonna go ahead and assume we’re roommates. Why are you here so late? It’s already week 2 of the quarter.”

“F-family stuff.” I look her up and down, she’s still casually brushing her hair. At no point has she tried to cover her body. With the shock wearing down, I can take a better look at her. Juicy 36D cup tits, wide hips, and a nicely shaped ass. She wasn’t the most skinny, she definitely had a little paunch, but it somehow made her sexier. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders partially obscuring on of her pale nipples. Her fair skin illuminated by the light of the hallway, no lights were on in the room. It was around dusk so I wondered if she was just brushing her hair in the dark. My mind was all over the place and despite the mental civil war I was going through, she just kept standing there brushing her hair out.

“You’re just staring at me, sure, that’s fine.” She said in a neutral tone.

“What? Oh, sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised is all.”

“Listen we’re gonna live together, I haven’t gotten to feel this free in 18 years. It’s only been two weeks but I want to keep this up. So you go through whatever thinking you need to so you can wrap your head around this.”

“What do you mean by this?”

“Nudity. I like it, I’m gonna keep doing it. I don’t give a fuck that I’m rooming with a guy. And you’re still looking at me.”

“Sorry I’ll stop.”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re looking at me awkwardly, like you’re looking at something you aren’t supposed to see. Stop it! If you want to look, just do it. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, oh-ok sure I’ll try.”

“Why are you in the doorway? Your bed is on the opposite side as mine.”

“Yeah, sorry got it.”

“You don’t need to apologize. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I’m kinda breaking a cardinal sin of being a good roommate. Are you gonna have a problem with that?”

“No, no, I think I’ll get used to it pretty fast.”

“Great! Here’s a few ground rules, you can look at me all you want, unexpected touching is not allowed. You aren’t allowed to jerk off to me either. If I find you touching your shrimpy little dick over my sleeping body, I will pin you down and cut it off. You don’t get to invite your little buddies to this room. You don’t get to tell the RA that I’m doing this either.”

“Ok all of that sounds fine to me. I might be wrong but this is starting to sound like a negotiation. Am I right? It feels like I can make conditions of my own.”

“You can. In my opinion this will work best if we have a verbal contract worked out.”

“So what sort of things can I bargain for?”

“I don’t help people out in a negotiation. Figure it out for yourself.”

“So if I asked for the ability to touch you, what would you say?”

“In exchange for what? Where? How? For how long?”

“In exchange for keeping your secret about the nudity, I want to touch your tits for 1 minute a day.”

“I agree on the exchange. One boob, light squeeze, half a minute.”

“Both boobs, full squeeze, 45 seconds.”

“Both boobs, light squeeze but nipple play, 35 seconds.”

“Both boobs, light groping, nipple play optional, 40 seconds.”

Debbie nods her head thinking. “You have a deal.”