My Boyfriend Likes to Expose Me Ch. 01

Anyway, while I was still asleep, the landlord arrived and Ryan let him in. He had a gas engineer with him and he wanted to check the gas fire, some legal requirement.

Ryan brought them into the living room with me still fast asleep. Apparently he'd whispered to them telling them to be quiet as his house mate was asleep.

As they'd all walked in on me they'd all had a good look at my naked body and spread pussy. Apparently Ryan had whispered,

"Cute isn't she?"

The gas engineer started doing whatever, while Ryan and our landlord continued to look at me.

The gas engineer made a noise and I started to wake-up. In my half-awake state I kept my eyes closed and wondered what the noise was. I assumed that Ryan was doing something so I started to go to sleep again.

Then I heard whispering. I froze and woke up quickly, still keep my eyes shut and not moving.

"Shit, who the fuck is that?" I asked myself.

I thought that if I pretended to be asleep I wouldn't have the embarrassment of them seeing me naked. It worked a bit, but I quickly realised that my body was betraying me again. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter; and it was tingling again. My AF was rising.

Ryan must have realised that I was awake because he started talking a little louder.

"Not a bad body eh! Tits are small, but I like them that way. I'm told that she's bloody good in bed and that she gives an amazing blowjob. Apparently she swallows every time."

"Yeah, I'd love to fuck that piece of cunt. It would be like fucking a 13 year-old, but legal. Do you mind?" Our landlord said.

"Be my guest." Ryan said.

Ryan wasn't inviting our landlord to fuck me was he? I thought.

The next thing I heard was.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Fucking hell, the dirty bastard was taking photographs of me. I so wanted to jump up and tell him to fuck off, but if I did I knew that he'd know that I was awake and accuse me of loving it. Besides, Ryan was obviously happy about it.

"Yeah, real cute. Look at those nipples." Our landlord said.

"Click! Click! Click!"

"Better not touch mate, you might wake her up then the shit would really hit the fan." Ryan said.

At least Ryan was stopping him from groping me -- or worse.

I felt air move near my pussy.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Shit he's getting close-ups of my pussy and it's wet. It got wetter and I felt my lips part. That randy tingling got stronger, really stronger.

"Click! Click! Click!"

"Look at that! She's wetter than my wife ever gets." Our landlord said.

"Maybe she's having a wet dream." Ryan said.

I heard 3 men laughing.

"My God!" I heard the gas man say. "That one hell of a piece of cunt, best one I've seen all day. Okay, week. All right, year."

I felt warm air gently blowing on my pussy, then a different tone,

"Click! Click! Click!"

Another fucking phone camera I thought; but the blowing had pushed me to the point of no return. I tensed up then started shaking. My back arched and with a long argh, then sigh I had a very intense orgasm.

"Fucking hell!" One of the men said.

How the hell I managed to keep my eyes shut I will never know, but I did. With another satisfied sigh I turned over and curled up into a ball with my back to them. I forgot that my pussy would be staring at them.

"Click! Click! Click!"

"Click! Click! Click!"

"Okay gents, I think that we'd better leave her alone now."

A few seconds later I heard the door shut then Ryan saying,

"TT, they've gone now," and he put his hand on my butt.

I rolled over and pulled him to me. I opened my legs wide and said,

"Fuck me, NOW!"

Afterwards Ryan told me that I'd been brilliant. He'd loved watching me cum and squirt."

"Squirt!" I said, "What do you mean squirt?"

"When you were cumming some white liquid shot out of your pussy."

"You mean I pissed myself?" I said.

"No, no, it was white and it definitely came out of your vagina. It was wide open and convulsing." Ryan said.

I blushed, that had never happened to me before.

"It was nice," Ryan said, "I want to see you do that again."

"I hope that they keep those photographs to themselves." I said, "I'd hate for anyone I know to find them on the internet.

"I'm sure they'll stay on their phones." Ryan said.

I wasn't convinced.

About a week before the others were due back we had a talk about us and the others. We both knew that we'd all promised not to hit on each other and neither of us knew what we should do. In the end we reluctantly agreed that it would be best if we both pretended that we were not an item.

We both hated it and knew that it would be hellish difficult to keep our hands off each other.

We made the most of those last few days hardly ever getting out of bed.

Sophie was the first back. It didn't take her long to comment of how happy I looked, and the fact that I was wearing skirts not trousers. I told her that I'd been away for a couple of weeks, met someone and had a good time.

Sophie was pleased for me. We had a great time talking about what she'd been up to while poor Ryan played on his Xbox for the first time in months.

The next few weeks were difficult for Ryan and me; we did manage to sneak into each other's room a couple of nights and relieved the frustration. The other thing that was difficult for me at first was going to university every day in a short skirt and no knickers. I say at first because I was surprised at how quickly I got used to it. After about 2 weeks I never even thought about being knickerless. It was only when I caught a man staring at my legs that I checked that my pussy was covered.

University life soon got us back into the routine, but it would have been so much more bearable if I'd had Ryan on my arm and in my bed more often.

We even had a few games of strip poker. Everyone was surprised to see that I wasn't wearing knickers when I had to get naked. Well, not everyone; Ryan obviously wasn't and Sophie said that she suspected that I'd stopped wearing them as she hadn't seen me washing any.

James said that he was pleased that I'd become more relaxed and liberated about being naked.

Harry said that I must be getting fucked on a regular basis.

"If only!" I thought, and looked at Ryan.

The next day I managed a few minutes alone with Ryan and asked him if he was okay with me playing strip poker, losing and having to get naked.

"Of course I am; I want everyone to see my beautiful girlfriend and her gorgeous body. I want them to know how lucky I am." He said.

I quickly kissed him, squeezed his cock through his trousers and whispered,

"I'm coming to get that tonight."

Just before Christmas, after a trip to the pub, we played truth or dare. At my first T or D, James asked me to tell us why I'd started wearing skirts and stopped wearing knickers. Even though I was half pissed I confessed that my boyfriend wanted me to.

The game went on and Sophie, Ryan, James and I ended up naked. At my next T or D Sophie asked me how long I'd been fucking Ryan.

Everything went quiet and I blushed. I looked at Ryan who nodded.

"Since July." I said.

"Well good for you." Harry said.

"How did you know Sophie?" I asked.

"Well I could easily tell that you were getting fucked; it was just a question of who by? Body language gave me my first clue. The way that you and Ryan touched each other as you moved past each other; and the looks that you gave each other. The final clue was when I saw you sneak into his room late one night with no clothes on." Sophie said.

"Sorry guys!" Ryan said; we wanted to tell you but we remembered what we all agreed when we first moved in here. We didn't want to cause any trouble.

Harry then told us that he'd suggested that rule because he wasn't sure what we were all like. If he'd known then what he knew now he wouldn't have mentioned it.

Sophie spoke next,

"Well I for one am happy for them. They make a great couple and I think that we should let them get on with it.... On one condition; that they don't keep us awake with headboards banging against the wall and load moaning and screams of pleasure."

"You can fuck each other in front of me anytime you want." James said.

"Is that all agreed?" Harry said.

Three hands went up and both Ryan and I breathed a sigh of relief; and all that was said with the 4 of us stark naked.

That night Ryan slept in my bed, and we managed to keep it quiet.

Early in the New Year we had another game of truth or dare. Before we started Ryan announced that no one was to dare him and me to fuck in front of them. He said that it was okay for someone to dare me to frig myself or fuck myself with a dildo, even a blow-job, but not for us to fuck.

I was a bit shocked by that statement, I didn't want to fuck Ryan in front of the others, and I'd never even thought about masturbation or dildos. No one had ever mentioned that before.

The game started and as usual I ended up naked first. Then it came to Ryan's turn to T or D me, he dared me to make myself cum.

I looked at him wondering why he was doing this to me. The others looked a bit stunned at first. Then Sophie said,

"Yeah TT come on, get those fingers working for us."

Now I've never refused a dare. It's like a bet; a bet is a bet and it has to be honoured. The first person to refuse a dare would spoil the game for everyone so I slowly spread my legs and moved my hand to my pussy.

I was amazed at how wet I was.

Looking at Ryan, my fingers started rubbing. Ryan was grinning, he was enjoying it. He really did get pleasure out of me being embarrassed. I have to admit, although I get embarrassed as hell, and scared; my body does enjoy these 'experiences'.

I rubbed and rubbed and found that little spot that really gets me going. As I started to feel myself getting close, I looked up and saw 4 faces staring at me. I'm sure that I blushed, but seeing them watching me masturbate made my orgasm come quicker. I didn't hold back on the noise either. I think that I remember shouting for someone to fuck me.

After I peaked and started coming down I looked at the others; and really did blush. I was so embarrassed about what I had just done. I remember squeezing my legs together as if that would make it all go away.

Everyone was congratulating me. I looked at Ryan. The look of pleasure on his face was amazing.

Sophie leaned over to me, kissed my cheek and whispered,

"Well done babe; that was brilliant."

Have you ever felt proud and total embarrassed at the same time? I was confused.

After that, all of us got dared to masturbate. I really did enjoy watching the boys wank. When it came to Sophie's turn she really went for it. Her legs were wide open and her right hand was rubbing her clit furiously. Her left hand went from pulling her nipples to finger fucking herself -- with 3 fingers. When she came she must have woken the neighbours. I was quite impressed, so were the boys. The ends of their cocks were covered in pre-cum. Harry had been the first to wank, and he did it again while watching Sophie.

I love the way the boys cum goes flying across the room.

Ryan was spending every night in my bed, and he got back into the habit of waking me up each morning by playing with my pussy; or if I was sleeping with my back to him he would cuddle-up and start fucking me from behind.

He also started pushing the remote vibrator into me (switched off) some mornings before we left to go to lectures. He wanted me to keep it in all day as a reminder of his cock being there. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I soon got used to it and almost forgot it was there.

About a week later I was in the restaurant with some friends when the vibe suddenly burst into life. After the initial surprise, which caused one of my friends to ask be if I was all right, I looked round for Ryan. I couldn't see him anywhere. The vibe was on low so I knew that I could take it for a while.

Something like 5 minutes later I looked round again; still no Ryan. Another 5 minutes went by and there was still no sign of Ryan.

I started to get a bit anxious. I had visions of me cumming during my afternoon lecture. Another of my friends asked me if I was okay. I lied again.

It came time to go to our respective lectures. I rushed to the nearest loo and into the nearest cubicle. I'd promised Ryan that I wouldn't take the vibe out so that wasn't an option (why am I such an honourable person?). I thought,

"If I bring myself off now, perhaps I can hold off until the end of the lecture."

I furiously rubbed my clit, and within a minute I was cumming. It was sooo good. With the vibe still purring, I quickly cleaned myself and ran to the lecture. I just made it on time.

I'd managed to ignore the vibe as I ran, but as soon as I sat down I realised that I was in for a rough time. The vibe was purring away and I was getting more and more flushed.

About 20 minutes later, and with a VERY flushed face. I started to cum. I squirmed around in my seat fighting to keep quiet. The orgasms kept coming; I just couldn't stop them. How I managed to keep quiet I will never know.

Eventually the batteries ran out and I stopped cumming. I actually managed to hear the last 10 minutes of the lecture.

It was a good job that the back of my skirt had ridden up as I squirmed about. I felt like I was sitting in a pool of my juices. I had to wait until everyone else had left before I attempted to stand up. I walked straight to the toilet to clean-up.

When I got back home I jumped on Ryan. Afterwards I asked him why he hadn't turned the vibe off before I left the restaurant. He denied ever going near the place. I think that I believe him; but if it wasn't him, who the hell had switched me on?

After a few weeks Harry asked Ryan if he was ever going to use his room again. When he said that he doubted it, Harry asked if it was okay to get someone else to move in. Ryan said that it was.

A couple of days later when we were all together Harry checked with us all and then asked if any of us knew anyone who was looking for a room. Sophie said that she might know a girl and we agreed to let her talk to her. We all agreed that it would be on a one month trial, just in case we didn't get on with her. Also she'd have to come and meet us all first.

We all met Fiona in the pub one night. Harry insisted that she come back to the house with us for a formal interview.

After giving Fiona a tour of the place Harry asked her why she wanted to live there. She told us that it was too noisy in her dorm, and that she was sick of other girls just barging into her room.

We all promised not to do that.

Harry then told Fiona that we sometimes went to the pub as a group and sometimes got a little ''happy'. On some of those times we'd come back to the house and play truth or fare, or strip poker. Harry said that we didn't expect her to join in, that was her choice, but would she be offended if she saw some of us in various states of undress?

Fiona laughed and told us that it wouldn't be a problem, that she was good at poker. I laughed quietly, remembering that Sophie had said the same, and look where that ended up.

Anyway, Fiona moved in the next weekend.

She settled in quite quickly and wasn't at all upset by the boys coming down to breakfast in their strained boxers. In fact she had a smile on her face and couldn't take her eyes of Ryan's undies.

It wasn't long before Fiona started wandering around in her underwear (thongs) too.

Fiona joined us the next time that we went to the pub, and for the game of strip poker. She again told us that she was good at poker, but she was the third person to end-up naked. As usual, I was first and Sophie was second.

Fiona has a nice body, about a B cup; and a shaved pussy. I was jealous. All the boys were staring at the new piece of naked female. I don't blame Ryan for looking, or getting a hard-on. Her body is better looking than mine. When we were fucking later that night I wondered if he was thinking about me or Fiona's body.

When it came to the mutual masturbation session, sorry, truth or dare, Fiona was up for it as well. She wasn't as loud as Sophie, but she sure does know how to get herself to cum quickly. The boys loved watching her.

Things quietened down around exam time, then came the wind-down before the end of the year. All of our courses were coming to an end so we'd all be moving on. The poker and truth or dare just faded away.

One thing that Ryan and I did do that we'd never done before, was to go to the university swimming pool. Neither of us had swimming costumes but Ryan told me that the university was very relaxed about costumes at certain times of the day. He told me that boys and girls often swam in their underwear, and some of the girls went topless.

It was alright for Ryan, he had his boxers, but the only underwear that I had was that little see-through thong that we'd bought on holiday. Ryan assured me that I'd be okay, so we went.

In the changing room I took my time, sneaking looks to see what the others were wearing. I should have been real quick as I was only wearing a top and skirt. I should have been out in seconds.

I saw a few girls come and go wearing bikinis and a couple in bras and knickers or thongs. One girl was in just a thong.

I put the thong on and felt really naked. It only has a tiny triangle of see-through material covering my pussy and delicate pieces of string holding it in place.

I plucked up the courage and went out to the pool.

Ryan was waiting and as soon as he saw me he said that I looked amazing. I was stood in front of him with both my hands under my chin and my elbows as near to my belly button as I could get them.

Ryan reached out for my hands and eased them down, letting a rock hard nipple see the light. He squeezed my hands and told me that everything would be fine. And it was; no one took any notice of me.

We jumped in and did a few lengths, then went to the side of the pool that wasn't for the serious swimmers. We messed about a bit then kissed. As Ryan pulled me close to him he put his hand on my pussy. It was then that I realised that my thong had gone. I was naked.

Ryan told me not to panic and that we'd find it. After all, where could it have gone?

We both swam underwater all over that pool but couldn't find it. I guess that it didn't help that it was yellow and very small. In the end Ryan told me that I'd have to get out quickly and run for it. I took a few minutes to pluck up the courage and waited till I thought that there was a good chance that only a few people would see me then I sprang into action.

As it turned out, luck wasn't with me. I was running down the side of the pool when 4 lads came out of the men's changing room, right in front of me.

Male students confronted with a naked girl will always make lots of rude comments and tell her what they'd like to do to her; well these youths were no exception. They even blocked my way so that they could get a better look. I was getting more and more embarrassed.

In the end they just moved out of the way and let me go.

I quickly disappeared into the ladies changing room and got dressed.

As we walked back to the house Ryan put his hand in his pocket and produced the thong. All he said was.

"Sorry!"

I could have thumped him, but I didn't.