I let my roommate watch me… and then I let him touch – [F24/M28][Voyeurism][Touch Tease][Forbidden][Tension]

It started as a dare.

We'd been drinking, just a little. Enough to blur the lines between playful and bold. The kind of buzz where secrets get shared and glances linger longer than they should.

"You talk a big game," he said, that cocky smirk tugging at his lips. "But I bet you wouldn't actually do it."

"Do what?" I played dumb, legs curled up on the couch, my oversized hoodie barely covering the tops of my thighs.

"You know." He gestured lazily. "Touch yourself. Let someone watch."

I raised a brow. "Someone? Or you?"

He laughed. Nervous. Hopeful. "Me."

I tilted my head. "And what makes you think you're worth the show?"

He held my gaze, voice low. "Because you've thought about it."

He wasn't wrong.
I stood without a word, walked to my bedroom, and said, "Come on."

He followed, quiet now.

I climbed onto the bed and looked at him. "Sit. But no touching. No talking. Just watch."

He nodded slowly, sinking onto the edge of the bed, legs spread, hands gripping his knees. I peeled off my hoodie first, revealing bare skin beneath. His breath caught audibly in his throat.

Then the shorts. No underwear. My skin tingled as the cool air kissed between my thighs. I laid back, spreading my legs slowly, deliberately.

He stared like a man starving.

"You okay over there?" I asked, brushing a finger across my breast, then trailing it down over my stomach.

He swallowed hard. "I'm not sure how long I'll last just watching."

"That's your problem," I smirked, and slipped two fingers between my lips.

I gasped quietly. Just for him. My legs shifted open a little more. My fingers moved slow, then faster, circling my clit as my hips lifted off the bed.

"Fuck…" he whispered under his breath. "You're… goddamn."

"Quiet," I warned, biting my lip. "I said no talking."

He clenched his jaw, eyes glued to my soaked pussy, to the way I arched, moaned, trembled. My orgasm built fast — I'd been wet for him since that first smirk.

I came with a soft cry, my body shaking, muscles clenching, thighs squeezing around my own hand. And when the tremors passed, I looked right at him.

He was breathing hard. His cock strained against his sweats, a visible wet patch at the tip.

"Please," he finally said, voice rough. "Please let me touch."

I sat up slowly, still spread open, glistening and flushed.

"One touch," I said. "That's it."

He moved like he couldn't believe it was real, kneeling between my legs, reaching out like I might vanish. His fingers brushed my inner thigh first — then slid upward, between my lips.

"Jesus," he muttered. "You're drenched."

I moaned, hips twitching.

"One touch," I repeated — but I didn't stop him.

He teased me, slow and careful, two fingers slipping inside, curling just right. My head fell back, hands gripping the sheets.

"I've wanted this for so long," he breathed.

"Then prove it," I whispered. "Make me cum again."

And he did.