The next morning

Even though Jordan was exhausted he found it nearly impossible to fall asleep. He tossed and turned all night attempting to keep his distance from his friend. Eric had an old box spring for a mattress that he had since he first moved in. As a result, there was a permanent indent where Eric slept every night. It was this indent that Jordan had to fight against for hours. Every time he would find a nice distance from his friend Jordan would be close to pressing his face to the wall, but the instant he would start to relax into sleep he would slide back into Eric. Finally, too exhausted to continue the fight anymore, Jordan lay there uncomfortably close to his sleeping best friend. Close enough he could feel Eric’s breath on the back of his neck. Close enough he could feel his body heat radiating off him. Close enough he couldn’t resist the gentle rhythm of his friend’s breathing and his warmth in such exposed clothes that left him cold, even under the blankets. Jordan slowly and thankfully drifted off to sleep.

In the pre-dawn hours Eric woke up slowly his arm wrapped around Becky and gently holding her to him pressing on her stomach. He took a deep breath of her flowery scent and felt his morning wood press into her backside. A smile formed on Eric’s face as he thought of how he missed this feeling. The warm comforting thought sent a pang of dread through him as he realized he was holding Jordan not Becky. The last thing he needed was his friend waking up feeling his dick pressed between their ass cheeks. Slowly Eric untangled himself and looked at his phone. His alarm wouldn't be going off for a few hours, but he was awake now. As Eric stood, Jordan woke slowly noticing his warmth had been stolen. He twisted over and look over to the dark outline of Eric. “What's going on.” Jordan partially mumbled.

Eric looked down at his friend and covered his crotch “Work”, he lied in a soft whisper.

“Okay, you be safe and what not.” Jordan replied as he stretched out on the bed now having it all to himself. Eric was able to hear a few of Jordan’s soft snores before he even made it into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom Eric took off his clothes to get in the shower thinking about how lucky he was that Jordan didn’t notice he had a hard on that he was not looking down at. Jordan was not Becky they didn’t look alike, beyond both being small of frame and having black long hair. But the results on his body from the feeling of another person's warmth and the smell of her soap were undeniable able. Sitting down on the toilet he took his manhood in hand after getting the shower started, he slowly started to rub himself thinking of Becky and as he did, he saw her clothes lying about on the floor. He spotted her black panties and smiled as he picked them up considering using them to rub one out like he had the previous day when he noticed it already had a cum stain on it. Eric was still waking up so he mind wasn’t firing on all cylinders, but now it came to him. Jordan is a slob who throws his clothes on the floor and this is what he was wearing yesterday. Jordan was wearing a pair of panties that he had cum onto. He was sure Jordan didn’t notice, but as he thought about it, he had never stopped running his hand over his cock. If that had been Becky that would have been really hot that she went to work like that. The image of it in his head of her walking around like that had him picking up the pace and soon he was Cumming again into the same pair of panties. “I really need to get these things washed.” Eric said as he dropped them back on the floor where he found them before getting into the shower, now feeling much better. After all he was thinking of Becky not Jordan. Coming back into the room Eric looked over at his sleeping friend seeing him taking up most of the bed and holding his pillow to his chest. “Well at least he looks comfortable.” He said as he picked up his work shoes and quietly left his room and out of the apartment trying not to awake his sister. It was early for work, even for him but at least this would give him a chance to catch up on some paperwork from taking the other day off to help Jordan. That boy better be thankful everything I do for him.

The post-dawn hours Jordan woke to hearing the bathroom door shut. He sat up and stretched letting go of a pillow he had been clutching onto. He saw the light on in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar. Jordan figured he had a little time this morning to talk with Eric about what they can do for a plan. He went over a mental checklist as he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. “Get my clothes and stuff out of my room, get the clothes washed, apply for other jobs and only have to hold out till Lauren leaves to go back to being me at home, and once I pick up a job. Any job at this point so I don’t have to be a girl so I can stop working at Mega-corp.” The train of thoughts may have kept going until he saw who was in the bathroom. Jordan has just started to push the door open and saying “Hey Eric... when he saw Lauren just finishing getting undressed from her fuzzy pjs. Lauren for her part put one hand over her breasts and looked at Jordan. “Sorry Jordan, he left for work over an hour ago. Sorry to barge in, but I didn’t want to wake you and honestly, I don’t know if I have ever knocked on my big brothers' door before just going in. Feel free to tinkle while I shower, just don’t flush I don’t want a sudden change in temperature or pressure.” She said smiling as he stepped into the steamy shower. Jordan found himself biting his lower lip and unsure if he had blinked in the last few seconds as he stepped back into the bedroom. Whispering to himself “Oh wow, oh wow Lauren is hot.” He repeated to himself as he went into the kitchen to prep some coffee. Jordan was hard as could be and it was obvious in the little pajamas he wore. “I think I had a dream like this once, course in that one I joined the coed in the shower. Shit.. She can’t see me like this.” While he would love to rub one out Jordan had no place, he could go to make sure he didn’t get caught, so he reached into the fridge and pulled out an ice cube. With a wince he held the frozen water inside his panties up to his dick till it was small enough for him to tuck back.

When Lauren exited the bathroom, she saw Jordan practically bouncing before rushing past her and closing the door. “Jordan, I told you to go while I was in there. No need to be shy girl!” Jordan relieved himself and let out a slow breath trying to ignore the sexy coed on the other side of the door. Standing up and flushing Jordan turned on the shower and started to disrobe. Before he heard the bathroom door opening. Quickly he jumped in the shower, the water still cold he cried out to Lauren. “What are you doing!?” Lauren pulled out her makeup bag as she looked to the shower seeing the silhouette. “I said, no need to be shy girl. It's fine, we both have to get ready and only have one bathroom.” Lauren’s tone made it seem like she was just repeating herself like Jordan hadn’t heard her earlier. With her in the bathroom with him Jordan did what he could to go as slow as possible so she might leave not knowing what she was doing. While doing so he heard her speak up, “Oh and I used your razor, here is one to replace it.” With those words the shower opened a fraction and her hand reached in holding a little pink razor. “Ah.. Thanks that is okay you didn’t have to.” Jordan responded taking the pink thing and pushing shut the shower door. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack from her, do all little sisters have no sense of personal space. “I needed it, and I saw you have been skipping out shaving this morning, so I know you needed the replacement.” “Oh.. Ah.. “ Jordan wasn’t sure how to respond to something like that when Lauren continued. “You know, you two can’t full me I can tell you and my brother are having problem. No self-respecting girl would go without shaving if she cared how her man saw her and with you two being a bit cold to one another.”

“No, no no it isn’t like that!” Jordan chimed in thinking his cover was starting to fall apart. “Look Jordan, I know Eric can be stern and a pig sometimes but he is a good man and and.. “ Jordan though he could hear Lauren tearing up as she spoke. “I just really like you, and I know Eric. If he kept someone around for that long I know he believes in you. Do you think you two can work this out?”

Few things make a man more uncomfortable than a woman crying, but the situation just compounded everything. “Lauren everything is okay, I swear. Eric and I.. ahmm.”

With a sniffle Laruen spoke over Jordan’s’ failing words. “What are you to fighting about anyhow?”

“Oh umm just money and we are okay, I swear we are just umm in a rut.”

Lauren blew her nose in some tissue and went to throw them in the trash when she saw the pair of soiled panties on the ground. Well at least their sex life is still happening, they could still work through this then she decided. “Okay good, and you two shouldn’t fight about money. You just got a new job after all. As far as being in a rut, I can help with that! Now you hurry up and shave, and the first thing we are going to do is I’m going to use your curling iron on your hair. No more leaving it alone to just hang, we are going to give it some body!”

Jordan felt like groaning, he felt like he dodged a bullet only be maneuvered into another undesirable position. He reminded himself she wouldn’t be here long and got to work with the pink razor, wishing he wasn’t saying goodbye to yet more hair. First his beard, now his body hair.

Stepping out the door Jordan took stalk of himself after Lauren had helped him get ready for work to help with the getting out of the rut she said. A shiny blue blouse with a stuffed B cup bra, a black long pencil skirt, dark pantyhose and a pair of modest two-inch heels. They were narrower than he wore yesterday and he wasn’t really sure on walking in them, but considering what Lauren wanted him to wear this was the closest he could come to for a battle won. He adjusted the glossy black leather purse on his shoulder, he would rather be using his messenger bag like before but Lauren wouldn’t hear of it. Saying “You are a working woman now Jordan, all the other girls and the men will be judging you on how you look. You know that, but don’t worry I know it is just you feeling in a rut and wanting to be comfortable. We will work through this together I promise.” Shaking his head Jordan headed off to the bus stop wishing he hadn’t sold his car before for cash or that Eric was around to give him a ride.