Since that first encounter, Ogechi had begun spending more and more time at the apartment. Tobi was (understandably) in love with her. He was the very outgoing type, and she was as much a free-spirit as anyone. In fact, for all Tobi’s typical elegance and charm with the ladies, it was all he could do to keep up with Ogechi. She was constantly dragging him to another party, another new club.
For my own part, I didn’t mind too much. Certainly seeing her around the place wasn’t something I was going to complain about. She was a fantastic looker and had zero qualms about showing it off. Not that she dressed particularly slutty.
I guess she was one of those types who could carelessly put on anything and make it look good. Really, I didn’t see her dressed up very often; usually only when she came by to leave with Tobi. Or on some occasions, she actually got ready at our place. At any rate, my eyes were typically only treated to her walking around in a tank-top with faded jeans or little shorts. Whatever, I liked it as any guy would.
Ogechi and I got along friendly enough. I never had much to say to her, but she was inevitably cheerful toward me. At first, I constantly found myself embarrassed and awkward. She’s so flirtatious when she talks. It’s effortless. For a little while, I actually wondered if she was hitting on me or trying to get me in trouble.
Eventually, I just realized that’s probably the way she treats everybody; she’s just one of those girls. I still feel my heart skip a beat when she gave me one of her devious little smiles though. And she endlessly teased me about the time we caught each other in the bathroom. As much as it discomfited me, I still looked forward to her attention. Sometimes I even felt guilty about it.
So this was the (fairly innocent) state of affairs for a while. As I said, her presence at the apartment was increasing over time. Apparently her roommate was something of a monster and she hated being at her own place. Evidently it wasn’t enough of a problem to make her simply move. I wondered if at some point she was hoping to squeeze me out of my own house and settle in with Tobi.
Anyway, it was a late afternoon and Tobi hadn’t gotten off work yet. I had just gotten home and when I put the key in the door, I realized it was unlocked. A little baffled, I opened the door to a fantastic sight.
Ogechi was standing with her back to me, wearing only a bra and a tiny pair of panties. I took a sharp intake of breath as I was immediately reminded of walking in on her when we first met. She heard me and turned, a perplexed look painted on her face. Upon seeing me, it instantly softened.
“Oh good! I need your help!” she cheered.
I then noticed she had several articles of clothing spread out on the chair. She was towering over them, trying to figure out that special something to wear for Tobi tonight. Despite my best efforts to remain cool, I could not keep my eyes from bouncing up and down her awesome body. Sure, as I said, I got to see her fairly often… but this was different. I could see all her legs. All her stomach. Practically all her breasts.
This was even better than on the towel…
“I’m uh… I’m not really an expert on fashion…” I lamely tried to excuse myself. Now I know lots of guys would think I’m a complete idiot for trying to get out of the situation, but that’s what I did. Ogechi was my friend’s girl. That’s one line I was not about to cross. I already felt pretty ashamed for wanking to her image half the time. I didn’t think I could ever score with a girl like her anyway, and quite frankly, I didn’t like being tormented with what I couldn’t have.
“No way! You’re perfect!” she explained to me, “As a guy, only you really know what men like to see girls wear! Besides, you’re like, Tobi’s best friend. You know his taste!”
The way her eyes sparked made my heartache. The way her curves moved as she simply shifted her weight made the rest of my body ache worse. Just wear what you’re wearing now…
“He’ll like… uh, whatever, I’m sure…” It was my last attempt. She promptly ignored the comment, walked over to me (I couldn’t decide whether to watch her nearly-naked hips or her swaying chest), grabbed my arm, and playfully pushed me onto the chair. Oh well. I can’t say I was that disappointed.
I’ll try not to bore you with every little detail. As I said, she had a bunch of clothes on the couch there with us. Now, I figured she would just hold up a couple of things in front of her body and I would say yea or nay, and that would be it. Nope. She made it a point to try every piece on in front of me. Then give me the full twirl-around. Then strip back out of it (and I mean this, she didn’t just slide out of anything. Did she have to make everything sexy?).
What’s worse is that for every good piece, she made me tell her why I liked it.
“So what about this skirt?” She made it seem so innocent.
“It’s, it’s nice…”
“What’s nice about it?”
“Uh, well, it’s… short…”
“Yeah but, don’t guys like leaving something to the imagination?”
“Yeah they, uh, we do…”
“Well should I try on a shorter one?” she said.
Gulp. She was already slipping out of it before I could answer. So of course the next one was something completely slutty. “Oh I haven’t worn this one in forever, I got it as a joke once…” she feigned embarrassment.
I’ll tell you, my humiliation was the real deal. My cock was throbbing at this point, and I was wearing a rather loose khaki shorts, so it was no secret. I was constantly shifting my legs to try and make the tent less noticeable, but it was to no effect. Ogechi was obviously amused by it. Whenever she had on something that was clearly sexy, she would pose, “So how do you like this one?” But she would barely look me in the eye when she asked it.
She instead measured my approval by dragging her eyes slowly across my crotch. This just made it worse, and often my body would tense up some, causing my erection to jump a little. Her eyes showed laughter whenever that happened.
Eventually, I didn’t even bother trying to hide it. The interplay was so obvious. In a way I kind of resented her toying with me like this, but what was I going to do? She got to tease me; I got to stare at her body for twenty minutes.
When she finally decided on an outfit, I got up to take my leave. She was back to only wearing her bra and panties. Before she walked into the bathroom to shower up, she surprisingly grabbed me and gave me a tight hug. Not expecting this in the least, I found myself in that dumbass position where my hands were sort of floating in the air behind her, wondering where to go.
It might not have mattered if she let go right away, like a normal thank you hug. But this one dragged out a little too long. I felt my heartbeat speeding way up again. She moved her lips up to my ear and whispered, “You’re such a good helper! But let’s keep this our little secret… Wouldn’t want Tobi to take it the wrong way… I mean, that I don’t know how to dress myself…”
Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. It was at the same time both sweetly gracious, yet mockingly condescending. Instead of pulling away from me to end the hug, she pulled her body against mine and moved sideways. I closed my eyes as tiny fireworks exploded from the sensation against my still-hard cock. Standing there in my little state of heaven, I realized I hadn’t moved for a few moments. When I opened my eyes, Ogechi had already slid into the bathroom and turned on the shower water.
She appeared in the doorway and gave me a beaming smile. Her hands were raised behind her back as she began to unclasp her bra. It had the effect of stretching out her perfect, lean stomach and pushing her chest out provocatively at the same time. Was I going to see her breasts?
“Talk to you later!” she said, shutting the door with her leg before I could see anything new.
Fuck. I went into my room and sat at the foot of my bed. My emotions were a serious jumble. I was horny as hell. But my euphoria was starting to wear off. In a way, I began to feel depressed that Tobi had such a goddamn sultry goddess all to himself. I felt ashamed at the way she had me wrapped around her finger. I was like a puppet, drawn to stare at whatever part of her body she wanted. Made to say whatever she wanted to hear.
I clenched my teeth in frustration. Playing the little fashion show over in my mind, I felt like such a tool to her. She really likes showing off. The fucking tease. I didn’t really recognize the fact that when I was jacking off to her just then, I wasn’t actually thinking about her scandalous outfits nor having sex with her, but instead just the image of her coy little smile whenever she saw my erection.
Ogechi continued to escalate her flirtations with me whenever Tobi wasn’t around. Of course, when he was near, no scenes were to be made. But whether he was simply out of the room or out of the apartment, she always managed to turn up the heat a little with me to get me bothered. Nah, I never told Tobi about it. I thought about it, but what was the point? I knew she wasn’t actually trying to get with me. She just liked knowing she could. Besides, I’m sure she showed off plenty whenever she and Tobi went out. Her flaunting behavior was no secret.
In any case, he went out of town one night for a concert. I was, yet again, home alone minding my own business. Naturally, I wondered if Ogechi would find some reason to stop by. It was already later in the evening when I found myself shaving and I actually laughed at myself when I caught my own obvious intentions. I was grooming myself in the event that she did show up. Get a hold of yourself. Sometimes I wondered if my attraction to her was getting a little out of control.
As the evening passed on, I found myself growing a little annoyed. I didn’t want to engage in anything worthwhile in the event that Ogechi came over and interrupted me. In truth, I was probably just as vexed that she wasn’t coming over to crash my night and talk to me. On this disappointment, however, I was wrong.
She did come over. Of course, she didn’t even bother knocking. She just strolled right on in. Upon seeing me, she greeted a cutely exaggerated hey as she related how hateful her roommate was being tonight. You wouldn’t mind if I crashed in Tobi’s room, right? Oh, of course not, Ogechi.
She was wearing a little pair of bum short; the kind that really shows off a girl’s ass. On top was a shirt that was pretty tight. It wasn’t at all low-cut, but I could still see her curves perfectly. And it didn’t come down all the way, revealing a good bit of her stomach. Ah, the casual sexy look. I had to wonder if she wore that just to torment me.
At first, she didn’t pay me a particular mind. She just went into Tobi’s room and relaxed a bit. I figured maybe she really did just want to find an escape. I had been cleaning up the kitchen; mostly, I admit, just for the sake of making myself available in case she wanted to visit.
She didn’t take the bait. It was getting late and, feeling dejected, I decided to just head to my own room to doze off.
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