Stay and get some work done

I could hear the shower running as I sat down at my desk, reminding me that Allie was naked in there, rubbing shower gel all over her body. That was obviously quite an arousing thought, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I was not stupid enough to let Allie catch me masturbating at my desk. Well, not again, anyway.

I had a pile of reading to do before my course started. I mean, I was supposed to do it over the summer, but I... well, didn't. So I opened up my laptop to the reading list, took a book from my shelf, and started to read.

It was a very boring book. I could barely get through a paragraph without my thoughts wandering away (often to the sound of Allie softly singing in the shower) until I realised I hadn't processed a single word for a while. Eventually, I pretty much gave up on reading and instead sat back in my chair and stared absent-mindedly out of the window.

My eyes quickly went to the small window opposite, which neatly framed a pretty blonde girl's face. She seemed to be very focused on something on her laptop, the glow from which lit her face from below. Every so often, she turned away to jot something down in a notebook. Her face was roundish, with soft features capped by striking dark eyebrows. Maybe my mystery girl wasn't a natural blonde - I made a mental note to keep an eye on whether the carpet matched the curtains.

She leaned back in her chair to stretch, opening her mouth in the kind of wide, ugly yawn you only let out when nobody's watching - that you know of, at least. The stretch pushed her breasts forward, clad in a yellow vest top and a light-coloured bra. I wished I could make out more detail.

Would it be weird to buy some binoculars? I asked myself. Yes. Yes, it would.

As the Girl in the Window returned to her work, I heard the shower switch off. A minute or so later, Allie emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body, and another covering her hair.

"Oh, Sam!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you were still here."

"Oh, sorry, I was just... doing some reading. I can get out, if you..."

"No, no," she reassured me, "it's fine. This is your room too. I just wasn't expecting you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, really, it's fine. Now yet back to your reading, I'm going to dry my hair."

I looked over as she bent to plug in the hairdryer, the towel riding up over her generous arse, but not quite far enough to show anything indecent. I enjoyed it anyway, but quickly turned back round and looked down at my book. The Girl in the Window was still studying hard, occasionally pausing to yawn, take a sip of water, or scratch her nose, while Allie's hairdryer roared behind me.

She spent several minutes drying her hair, and I wondered if it could really take so long, but when the hairdryer finally shut off I looked round to see that her hair was still slightly damp.

"Hey, keep reading, I need to get changed. Don't look!" Her voice was friendly and warm, but I sensed an undercurrent of discomfort or embarrassment.

"I can leave," I offered again.

"No, it's fine, we need to get used to this if we going to be sharing a room. Just... don't look, okay?"

"Okay."

"No peeking?"

"No peeking."

"Okay."

I went back to my book, and to glancing regularly out of the window. I caught sight of Allie's indistinct reflection in the windowpane as she dropped the white towel. It was faint and blurry, distorted by the double-glazing, but the shape of her round, peachy bottom was unmistakable. It was even better than I'd imagined, but I averted my gaze. I'd promised Allie that I wouldn't look, but it was hard to resist.