My head spun with images of Lisa walking through an apartment with four horny college guys, in just her underwear. The image was both disturbing and - I had to admit it - a little arousing. I tried to push the images down and out of my mind, but without success. I couldn't find the words to respond to her.

"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked, breaking a long silence. "No, You're an adult. And I'm not a prude. But I'm your friend. I'm concerned about you. I don't want to see you hurt or taken advantage of."

She smiled and stood up from her chair and crossed the distance between us, planting a quick, sweet kiss on my forehead. Then she returned to her chair. "You're a great ," she said. "I guess that's why I wanted to tell you. I feel like I can trust you. "Well, thanks. I'm glad you feel that way. You can always trust me."

"So," she said, "you don't think less of me that I'm, kind of, an exhibitionist? That I like walking around with not a lot on - sometimes in front of people?" "Lisa, it's not my decision to make. It's yours, and - "

I stopped when she cocked her head and opened her eyes wide, like she was expecting a different answer.

"OK, OK," I said. "It's a little weird for me to adjust to. But no, I don't think less of you. You're an adult and if you like spending your time in panties or whatever that's your choice."

The words felt strange when they left my mouth. But Lisa looked satisfied with my answer. A broad grin and flashing eyes lit up her face.

She stood up and twirled and walked away. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight, but it sure looked like she deliberately swayed her pert little butt at me as she left the room.

Alone again, I stewed in my thoughts, still bored, still horny, and agitated with thoughts of my friend in various stages of undress.

Eventually, I got up from my chair, desperately needing something to do to take my mind off the events of day. I decided to clean the garage. There wouldn't be much to clean. I am one of those guys that kept a tidy, orderly garage. So, when I entered it , I noticed immediately that something was out of place: my wrench, rather than being in the wrench drawer where it belonged, lay in the middle of my work bench.

I picked it up, and put it away. For the next half hour, I puttered around the garage, reorganizing things to give myself something - anything - to take my mind off my exhibitionist roommate.

Days passed, and the quarantine continued. Lisa and I remained locked down in the house. We settled into a steady, dull routine, trying to maintain our sanity while the world outside, broadcast to us through our TVs, computers, and smart phones, seemed to teeter on the brink of insanity and collapse.

For days, we said nothing about what I'd seen Lisa do or about the conversation that followed. I worked around the house and Lisa attended classes.

But that's not to say nothing changed. It did. I became aware of Lisa in a way I hadn't before. She wasn't just my roommate, she was breathing woman seemed like a mirage in the desert that never grew closer. The only woman around me was Lisa. I couldn't help but notice her.

It didn't help, either, that after our conversation Lisa's standard of dress grew looser and skimpier. April turned to May, temperatures climbed, and Lisa seemed to show more skin every day. In the morning I'd be making coffee and hear Lisa, and she'd turn the corner into the kitchen wearing short shorts and a cropped top. She seldom wore a bra. Later in the day she'd keep wearing the short shorts or switch into miniskirts, and perhaps replace the cropped tops with thread-bare tees or tank tops. I don't think her legs were ever covered, and they were beautiful legs - long, shapely, lightly muscled from daily sessions of yoga and running. When she ran, she wore compression shorts that barely concealed her bottom and a tight sport bra that pushed her breasts up and out. When finished with her run she'd come back to the house, a sheen of sweat over her barely covered body, and she'd linger close by me in the kitchen while slowly nursing a Gatorade.

And I could swear, although I couldn't exactly put my finger on what made me think so, that she was showing off to me. There was something about the way she would stand in front of me in the kitchen, munching a muffin, with her hip thrown farther to one side than seemed necessary. Or the way she would push her chest out in a tight top, the little bumps of her tits under the top so conspicuously displayed. When she left the room, she'd linger in the doorway, back to me, in her short shorts - so short they exposed an expanse of firm skin on each ass cheek.

I didn't want to look. I tried not to. But sometimes I couldn't help myself.

One night before going to bed I watched a rerun of a television show, spread out in a big comfortable leather chair. I thought Lisa had gone to bed when I heard her rummaging through the kitchen. A minute later she skipped into the den, wearing nothing more than a t shirt. I tried to behave but my eyes couldn't help but run up the length of her legs to where they disappeared under the hem of the shirt. It bounced as she walked, and I caught a brief flash of pink panty.

My cock twitched. My God. I didn't want that to happen in front of her.

"What are you watching?" she asked.

"Looks boring," she said. "Well, good night, Teddy."

"Teddy?" I asked. "You haven't called me Teddy in a long time."

"Ted, Teddy. Whatever."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Plump, ripe breasts mashed against my shoulder as her lips touched my face.

She bounced out of my lap and headed for the den door. My eyes followed her the whole way. Then she did something uncharacteristic for her, dropping the napkin she had been carrying. She bent over to retrieve it and her shirt rode up, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a thong, the pink stringy back of which cleaved her perfect, bare ass cheeks and concealed almost nothing underneath.

When she left the room at last, I groaned quietly.

Later, in my room, I pulled up a porn video on my laptop. I needed relief, but not to images of my roommate in my head. So, I opened a video featuring an adult actress closer to my age. I came just three minutes after it began.

It offered only temporary relief.

The next day began the same as all the rest - a slow breakfast, cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up the house. Lisa complained that the blinds in her bedroom weren't closing properly, so I spent half an hour diagnosing the problem and fixing it. I was handy with projects like that.

The crop top and boy shorts she wore seemed briefer than ever. They molded perfectly to her body, leaving none of its curves to the imagination.

The doorbell rang. By the time I walked to the front door and opened it I noticed the delivery van already was leaving and a rectangular package sat on the doorstep at my feet.

I picked it up. I had no idea what it was. "Lisa," I called, "Were you expecting a package?"

"Yes!" she called, jogging to the entry way, excitedly. I handed her the package.

"What is it?"

Lisa didn't answer at first. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling and her mouth twisted coyly.

"Sure you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I want to know? It's not something illegal is it?"

"No, of course not. Nothing like that. So, you want to know?"

I should have said 'no,' but I wasn't thinking clearly enough.

"Sure, of course."

"OK then. It's my new vibrator."

"Your new vibrator” . "Here, I'll show you."

"Lisa, you don't have to -"

"No, it's fine," she said, interrupting me.

I should have said no, firmly. I should have walked away. But I didn't. I chose badly, again. I stood and watched as Lisa's deft fingers tore open the box. Within a minute she pulled a slender purple rod out of the box. It curved slightly at one end, and at the end of the curve it bulged noticeably.

She held it up in front of her face, looking at it the way I might inspect a power drill.

"The curve allows the tip to hit my G-spot. I love that feeling." .

"You do know what a G-spot is, don't you, ted?"

"Lisa, of course. I wasn't born yesterday."

"Oh, I know you weren't born yesterday. Just checking. You're not embarrassed, are you?"

"No," I replied, even though I was, in fact, embarrassed to see my roommates holding a sex toy between us.

I left Lisa with her new toy and went to the basement and played a couple games on my computer. I usually kept a browser window open to my email inbox, so I would know immediately when emails arrived. Two hours after sitting at my computer I noticed a new one - from Lisa. I opened it.

"Enjoy!" it said in the text portion. Below the word was an attachment. I clicked on it, without thinking.

A video opened. I gasped, literally.

Lisa's nude body, sprawled on her bed and facing the camera, legs open, filled most of the screen. Her pussy was bare - freshly shaved, I guessed. She held the purple vibrator in her hand and its bulbous tip lay against her skin just over her clitoral hood.

Lisa was talking into the camera, but I had the sound off and had no idea what she was saying. The tip of the purple rod slid down over her clit and between the lips below.

I couldn't watch any more. With the click of my mouse I closed the video.

I sat at my computer, shocked.

Two minutes later I received another email, again from Lisa.

"Ted," it said, "That email was meant for someone else. Sorry!"

Meant for someone else. I wondered who. Probably her friend . . . Kevin, I think she called him. But how could she mistakenly send an email to him to me instead?

Was it really a mistake?

My mind reeled. And, I could not deny, my cock stirred. I hated myself for that.

I highlighted the email with the video and prepared to delete it, my finger poised over the mouse. But I didn't press the button. I should have, but I didn't. I closed the email window instead and resumed playing my game.

This time it was much harder to stop thinking about Lisa.

I didn't see Lisa again for hours, when I was in the kitchen starting to prepare dinner - fried chicken and mashed potatoes and salad.

Lisa walked into the room quietly, and I didn't see her until she was almost at my side. She wore brief denim shorts, with holes in them, and a loose crop top. The bottom hem stopped not far below her breasts. She obviously wore no bra and her breasts swayed and jiggled with every step and movement.

"That looks good," she said, looking at the meal I was making. "I hope so," I replied.

"You're a really good cook, you know. I don't think I've said that. I appreciate it. You take good care of me. I want you to know that."

"That's kind of you. I've always liked cooking and I have more time than ever to do it."

"Well, you use your time well. Most of the guys I know in college can't cook for shit. I went back to preparing dinner and Lisa watched television. My mind was troubled by the video I'd seen of Lisa, but I didn't know whether to bring it up.

Later, we sat at the dining room table and I laid out the food before us. I preferred to eat at the table to eating in front of the television. I preferred a little ceremony with a meal. We ate in silence for a few minutes, but I decided I had to speak.

"Lisa, about your email earlier today. The video."

"You saw that?" she asked.

"I did. I opened it, and then I closed it right away. But not before, you know, seeing you."

"I hope I didn't shock you."

"Well, I was kind of . . . shocked, I guess."

"You weren't supposed to see it," she said. "It was meant for someone else."

"If you want to watch my video, go ahead." With that remark, she pivoted on her toes, spun around, and quickly left the room. And I could swear she swayed her ass at me for my benefit as she left.

Two hours later, after having scrubbed down the kitchen and swept the patio and kept myself busy in various ways to keep my mind off my roommates ass, I found myself back in the basement, at the computer.

All my eyes could see was a tiny icon on the computer desktop. It ended in ".mp4." It was the video from Lisa I'd downloaded, and that I'd failed to erase.

I used my mouse to navigate the cursor on the screen over it. My finger hovered over the mouse to delete the icon.

I wanted to delete it. I did. I really did. I wanted to be a good friend. But she'd given me permission. She wanted me to look at it. And she'd never know, right? No one would ever know.

I clicked on "open" instead of "delete."

The icon expanded and the video screen opened. Lisa filled the screen again, naked and with her legs spread. Without thinking I used my mouse to click on "Fill Screen" and Lisa's naked body filled the large monitor inches from my face in high resolution. The purple slender rod of her vibrator hovered just over her clitoris. The lips of her pussy were pulled back, almost perfectly, like the wings of a pink butterfly, as though she'd spread them with care before starting her video. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her knees were pulled back wide and her womanly breasts pushed out toward the camera with wide rosy erect nipples.

My cock grew instantly hard.

A shock of embarrassment and shame swept over me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this.

But I couldn't help it.

"Hi Teddy," Lisa said on the screen.

"Teddy?" I mouthed to myself.

"I know you've been looking at me," she said on the screen. The little purple wand tap-tap-tapped over her clit. The depths of her pussy remained open below.

"I think you want me, but you can't say it." She writhed on her bed. Her legs spread apart still more and the opening between her legs widened.

"I want you to know," she said, "that I want you too. I think about you and I want to sit on your cock and I want my little pussy to wrap around it and grab it, and I want you to fill me."

My cock was rock hard, and, almost against my will, my hand went to it and squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.

"I want to put on a little show for you," she said. The hand on the vibrator flicked the button and the buzz of the vibrator grew.

Lisa didn't put the vibrator inside her pussy - not yet. She moved the little round head of the instrument up and down each delicate lip, gently tickling to one side and back. I groaned. Literally - I groaned.

"Fuck, Lisa," I heard myself say.

That's right, fuck Lisa, an unspoken voice in me said.

No, I thought. That's not right.

"Oh, Teddy," Lisa said, almost as though she was reading my thoughts. "Do you like the sound of the vibrator on my pussy? Do you like looking at my pussy? I'll bet you do."

Oh, I did. But I didn't want to admit it.

I wanted to look away from the computer screen. I really did. But I couldn't. I was horny and frustrated, and my friend’s bare open pussy lay in front of me and there was no fucking way in God's Earth that I could tear my eyes away from the sight of it.

One hand, on the computer mouse, maneuvered around the screen to increase the volume. I was nervous about Lisa being able to hear what was going on from outside the room, but I wanted to hear her voice and the sounds of her toying herself more clearly. I saw the little volume bar on the screen move right and the sound increased. Her heavy breathing played out from the computer speakers. Oh, my cock grew harder still.

My other hand fumbled with my pants, unbuttoning my fly and drawing down the zipper and pulling my pants and briefs down until my hard cock sprang free. It bobbed and pointed toward the screen, toward the naked, spread figure of my roommate Lisa. When my hand was done getting my pants and underwear out of the way it grabbed my hard dick at the head and then moved swiftly down to the base. My dick roared up from my body in a gob-smacked salute to my hot roommate.

"I'll bet you like the sound of this vibrator," she said. "But I bet you'll like another sound even more."

She switched the vibrator off and it went silent. I wondered what she meant. I liked the sound of it against her. I liked watching that tip against her pussy. I didn't know what she intended or what sound she was referring to.

She showed me, soon enough. She pushed the purple rod away from her body, and then she pulled it right back. She speared herself with it. The head, and then the entire shaft, of the purple vibrator disappeared into the depths of her pussy. Her lips enfolded it.

"Unnnnh!" she cried out as it entered her.

With no thought about it I started stroking my cock. Up. Down. Up. Down. I couldn't help myself. I really couldn't.

Lisa started really fucking herself with the vibrator.

"Teddy," she called.

In and out, in and out, the vibrator moved.

My hand moved against my cock in rhythm with it.

Then, I began to hear it - not the vibrator, not her voice, but the sound of her pussy being fucked. It was a squishy, squelching sound, a sound that grew in volume with every plunge of the instrument into her body. I could tell that her pussy grew wetter as she kept fucking herself with the vibrator, and with more wetness her pussy grew louder.

My hand's grip on my cock grew tighter. Its stroking quickened.

"Lisa," I heard myself say to the figure on the screen.

I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop. No roommate should do what I was doing, but I was doing it anyway, and I gave into the need and desire and told myself I couldn't stop. What man could? Lisa was a beautiful young woman displaying herself for a man's pleasure.

I kept stroking.

I knew I was going to ejaculate to the sight of my friend frigging herself with the little vibrator.

The squishy noise of the vibrator in her pussy grew louder.

"Teddy," she called out on the computer screen.

The sound of that word sent a little shiver through my body, starting somewhere around my shoulders and traveling down to the end of my cock head. A dribble of pre-cum dribbled out the top and my swiftly moving hand shrouded it and drew it down over the length of my shaft. Lube would be no problem.

"Go ahead and come now, Teddy," she said, pumping the vibrator in and out of her with increasing speed. My hand moved over my cock faster and faster to keep up with her.

With great suddenness I felt the seed erupt from me, welling up from the depths and through my shaft until great milky gobs of cum erupted from my cock into the air like a geyser. It felt like I'd lost all control of my cock and cum sprayed left and right and forward. It splattered the carpet and the computer keypad. A few flecks hit the computer screen and the fluid began streaking down the face of the monitor.

Onscreen, Lisa came too. Her body bucked and twisted, and she held the vibrator inside her until the movement slowed and stopped. Spots and tiny streams of white trickled from her cunt. Lisa moaned and squealed.

After a minute of staring at the ceiling while her body stopped shaking, Lisa's head moved down and she looked directly at the camera.

"Tell me you want to fuck me, Teddy," she said, her eyes twinkling with the lustiest expression imaginable.

I shouldn't have said it, but I did.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Lisa," I said back at the screen.

After ten more seconds, the video faded to black.

I stared, open mouthed, at the screen. My hand still gripped my cock, and both were coated in my cum. I couldn't believe what I'd done.

After a minute of paralysis, I found a tissue box and cleaned up the mess I had made.

My lust was fulfilled, for the moment. At the same time, I worried that my soul was lost.

I didn't see Lisa the rest of the day. She was cooped up in her room, I guessed, and I had no idea what she was doing. I ate a quick dinner of leftover stew stored in Tupperware in the refrigerator. I was bored the rest of the evening and settled into my bed in an agitated state of mind.

The next morning, I woke up, got out of bed, and walked in a daze to the kitchen. I made coffee. The air felt cooler than it had before, so I approached the thermostat on the wall to set it.

Before my fingers contacted the thermostat's touchpad an image popped up in my mind: the image of my roommate, in skimpy underwear. I wanted her to be comfortable in her underwear. If she was cold, she might have to put on more clothing.

And I . . I didn't want that. I wanted her to be comfortable so she could be skimpily dressed. I punched the thermostat buttons so the temperature would be warm.

I asked myself what I was doing. I knew what I was doing, but I wondered why I was doing it. Lisa was my roommate. I shouldn't have been thinking about her the way I was, but I did. I couldn't get the images of the video and of her raw, , open pussy out of my mind. The mental image of it drove me crazy.

I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter eating cold cereal and gulping down coffee until Lisa woke up and came downstairs to the kitchen.

Sure enough, she walked into the room in her skimpiest outfit yet - a little cropped white camisole and white panties. Not shorts, panties. She hadn't even bothered getting dressed. The front of the panties closely sculpted her pubic mound and the band of fabric on either side of her hips was no more than an inch wide. She wore no bra under the camisole. The points of her nipples were clear under the white top, pointing dramatically outward.

I felt my cock stiffen and told myself I had to stop that.

"Morning, ted," Lisa said, walking almost naked to the refrigerator

"Good morning, Lisa," I said.

She pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and poured it slowly into a glass. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but run my eyes over her body, and they zoomed in on the mounds of her nipples under the thin camisole.

I can't do this, I thought.

But I did it anyway. My eyes ran over her body like she was a stripper on a stage. I mean, she kind of was that, wasn't she? She'd sent me a video of herself, naked and showing off, frigging herself to orgasm. She'd given me the OK to look at the video. We didn't say anything about it, but the thought hung over us, unspoken, nonetheless.

A heavy quiet lay over the atmosphere as we ate breakfast together. Neither of us said anything. I tried to keep my eyes off Lisa, but every time she turned away, they went back to her. At the refrigerator door she bent over, and her pretty ass mounded in my direction, stretching and pulling the skinny gusset of her panties further into the crack of her cheeks. Her pussy, which I'd jerked off to the day before, lay just beneath, and I couldn't tamp down my keen awareness of it.

It was all I could do at breakfast to keep Lisa from catching me staring at her body. I'm not sure I did. She had to be wondering if I'd looked at the video, but she didn't say anything. I was glad to sit on the other side of the table from her so she couldn't see my otherwise obvious erection. When I was done, I shuffled out of the kitchen, turning my body away from her so she wouldn't see the cause of my embarrassment.

The whole day was like that. The two of us went about our activities separately, me trying to concentrate on what little house work I had, with limited success, and Lisa off attending virtual classes or doing whatever it was she was doing. Maybe making another video, I thought.

I grilled chicken breasts on the grill in the backyard. The evening had grown pleasant and cool and stars were beginning to emerge. I threw some corn on the grill as well and had a beer

. Lisa set the table on the patio outside and we ate dinner together. Lisa was dressed, sort of, although still with a degree of skimpiness that would have seemed unusual before the lockdown - little shorts and a crop top, obviously, still, braless. But things seemed almost normal again. Lisa talked about her classes and shared thoughts about the craziness of the world outside. It was strange enough cooped up in the house together, but outside the world seemed trapped in a surreal haze. Being in the house with Lisa seemed almost normal by comparison. We made a toast with our drinks and wished for a speedy end to the lockdown.

I stared around the yard. I'd had so much time on my hands that I'd kept it immaculate. The patio glowed under soft lights .

Neither of us had yet broken the silence about the video. I didn't want to bring it up and I dreaded the prospect of her doing so. I didn't know what I would say.

"Come on, what is it?"

"You watched the video. The one I sent you."

She didn't say anything after that. She just watched me, her eyes flickering over my face.

For more than a few seconds my mouth didn't work right. I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out. When at last the words did come out, they did so in a kind of croak.

"Lisa, I didn't . . ."

"Yes, you did." Again, she stared at me without moving after saying the words.

"How would you know -"

"Because I heard you," she said. "Outside the door."

I think my mouth opened and moved, but I didn't say anything. Lisa kept talking.

"I put my ear against the door. I heard the video playing, although you'd turned the sound down. I heard you say my name. I heard the sound of you jerking yourself off."

"Lisa," I managed to say at last. "You shouldn't have been listening in on me like that."

"Some people might say you shouldn't be beating your meat to the sight of your naked roommate playing with herself," she said. "But I'm not some people. I think it's great. It's what I wanted."

"What?" My head swam.

"I made that video for you. I wanted you to watch it. I was fibbing about sending it to someone else. I've sent other videos to Kevin and his friends, but I sent that one to you."

"Lisa," I said, my voice husky and uncertain. "Why?"

"Because you're alone, and lonely, and frustrated. I can tell. And I am too. We've both been cooped up here so long. And you take such good care of me. I always feel safe and protected with you. But there's another thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

Lisa smiled.

"You're, like, kind of hot. You take care of yourself. I got horny and impatient. I could have just shown up naked at your bedroom door, but I wanted you to want me, first."

She bit her thumb. My mind raced in a million directions. But I was mesmerized, turned on, no question, by Lisa's way of talking to me, and, of course, by her hot, sexy body in the skimpy clothes.

"Sorry to tease you so much," she said. "It's time to stop the teasing and move on to the next stage."

My voice responded, like the voice of another person, in a near whisper.

"What's that?"

"It's time for you to fuck me," she said. And with that her arms swept her little top off her body and tossed it to the patio. Lisa sat topless in front of me, her breasts swaying and jiggling.

In an equally fast gesture, she jumped off the tile patio and slid her shorts off her hips. Then she lay back and her toes pointed to the night sky and the little shorts, pulled by her hands, slithered up her lean thighs and shins. My eyes focused on the nexus between her thighs and the bare, pale pussy slit that emerged - the one I'd seen and jerked off to in the video earlier.