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My Girlfriend's Roommate

Accidental Snoop

by StormKitty ([email protected])

This story and its characters are copyright © 2007 by StormKitty.

"Brad, can you clean up some in the kitchen? I need to hurry to class."

The wolverine looked into his girlfriend's eyes. "Of course I can," he replied. The flutter of her eyelashes was totally unnecessary to convince him, he thought, since he was more than willing to do his share to keep up the place while he was living there. Then again, those coy looks Jennifer often gave him were among the things he loved best about the genet. "It shouldn't take me but a few minutes to do the dishes."

She gave him a one-armed hug, her other arm holding her notebooks. "Thank you, Brad. I love you."

"I love you too, Jennifer," he replied. He held her close and gave her a warm if all too brief kiss. "I'll see you in a ... Oh, by the way, have you seen my new CD? I was looking for it earlier and..."

"You mean the one by Midnight Howl? I think I heard Anita playing it yesterday."

"Do you think she'd mind if I got it from her room?"

"I'm sure she wouldn't..." said Jennifer as the wolverine pulled her into another kiss.

Bradley nodded through the kiss. "Mmm hmm."

She broke the kiss sooner than she would have liked. "I have to hurry to get to class," she said with a murr.

"I'll see you in a couple of hours," he said as he watched her turn to head out the door. His eyes were on her shapely rear right up until the moment it disappeared behind the closing door. Jennifer had two hour-long classes in a row and he looked forward to the half an hour or so they'd get to share lunch before his first class of the day, which wasn't until early afternoon.

After a pause of several seconds, he padded over to the door and locked it. He wasn't sure why he did this, but for some reason he couldn't fully explain he was more comfortable when he kept the front door to the apartment locked even when he was inside. A part of it, he knew, was that being near a college campus it was a fact of life that if you weren't in the habit of locking doors, sooner or later something got stolen. But he didn't dwell on this today as he returned to the kitchen to do the promised cleanup.

On his way through the living room his eyes skimmed over the furniture for the CD, which was not in evidence. Dismissing the thought for the moment he got to the dishes, which only took a few minutes. There wasn't a lot to clean up - the three of them took a small degree of pride in preparing themselves meals that were better than just barely palatable despite the limitations they had on their time, budgets, and storage space.

As he finished up the last of the dishes and dried his paws, he tossed the hand towel onto one of the drawer knobs with a flourish. "Ringer!" he said aloud as it caught and hung on. Now where is that CD? he muttered to himself as he returned to the living room. He checked around the stereo, the CD rack and the end tables, even looking under a couple of magazines that hadn't budged since before he bought the disc.

Having no luck, he wandered into Anita's room. His nostrils twitched at the fennec's scent, but he paid it no mind as he searched around her portable stereo and anywhere else she had CDs laying around. Still no luck. He seemed to recall she had some on a shelf in her closet so he opened it up for a look. The shelf he thought he remembered seeing wasn't there - was he misremembering, or thinking of someone else's closet? But before he could move on, his eyes were drawn to some of the slips and teddies dangling from hangers, not to mention a couple of her dresses. He tried to imagine how she'd look in some the various articles of clothing. Anita, a bespectacled vixen of slight but very attractive figure, could be quite a distraction when she wanted to be. Her scent was stronger here, enough to provoke his thoughts to wandering even further. How would Jennifer react if she knew what I was thinking of Anita? he caught himself wondering. After all, the genet wasn't clueless enough not to realize how attractive her boyfriend found her friend and roommate to be, yet she had never given any indication that she minded in the least.

Suddenly he heard the sound of the front door to the apartment being unlocked. It had slipped his mind that Anita's morning class ended minutes before Jennifer's started. Any other time he would have simply closed the closet door and when he saw Anita, simply explained to her that he was looking for the CD. But perhaps because his mind had been wandering down forbidden pathways, he wasn't quite thinking rationally and feeling rather like he was someplace he shouldn't be. Thus the impulsive reaction he gave into was to quickly duck into the closet and quietly close the door, and hope that he wasn't discovered. He just had time to crouch beneath her clothing and adjust his feet so that he was in a tolerable position before she entered the bedroom.

He realized a moment too late how stupid it was hiding in her closet like this. Anita could open the closet at any time and he'd be caught. In the worst case she might get angry enough to ask Jennifer to make him move out. And if she didn't catch him he could be stuck here for quite some time before she left and he'd be able to emerge safely. Should I just open the door right now and fess up? No, that would be too embarrassing, he thought, so he dismissed the idea for now and decided to wait it out, and hope. The door had slats on it similar to those often seen on window shutters so he could see through the door well enough that he could tell easily when she was in the room. It was dark enough in the closet that it was unlikely she could see him, provided of course she didn't open the closet, which was a risk he'd have to take.

Anita first deposited a notebook on her desk. Then she spent a minute or two milling about the room and at one point passed inches from him just outside the closet door, but showed no indication that she needed anything from the closet. She then stopped in front of the mirror on her dresser. Brad watched, keeping his breathing as shallow as possible all the while. Anita studied herself in the mirror, adjusting her glasses, smoothing her face fur, her tongue licking her lips along either side of her muzzle, with an indescribable yet intent look in her eyes.

The wolverine just about had himself under control until Anita stepped back from the dresser. She unsnapped her tight-fitting jeans and pushed them over her hips, stopping to adjust her light blue panties once the jeans were down to her thighs. Then she pushed them the rest of the way down. They slid down easily, and she lifted one footpaw to shake them off, followed by the other.

This wasn't the first time Brad had seen Anita in her underwear. The fennec had at times taken a rather relaxed and casual attitude about going out into the apartment in only her underwear while he was present, even though it was usually only for a minute. He could never resist the temptation to look at her when she did this, and she seemed to find it amusing when she caught him looking at her. But this is different. She doesn't know I'm here and I'm not supposed to be hiding in her closet, he thought to himself. This had his mind in a jumble, with Please don't open the closet, being foremost among his thoughts as he continued watching, unable to peel his eyes away from the vixen's lovely rear.

Anita paced a little, her rear and tail moving ambiguously as she did so and that same intent look still in her eyes. She stopped by the bed and adjusted her shirt, accentuating her breasts. While they were smaller than average, seemed to fit her smallish frame perfectly. A few seconds later, her paw went to her mound and she began rubbing herself. The look on her face softened into something more blissful, almost a smile, as her paw moved up and down. She was masturbating! Right in front of him, with no idea she was being watched.

Brad was suddenly aware of how hard he was getting. He had been getting mildly aroused already but now he felt his cock growing down one leg of his boxers and pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his pants. And he not only had no way of removing them, he dared not even try to adjust them for fear of making some slight noise that would betray his presence.

Anita sat on the bed, and then rotated her body and lay back, her feet toward him. In one respect this gave Brad some relief, for in this position her eyes and ears were further away and were directed away from him. In another it made matters worse, for he now had a good view of her crotch - not the best view since her legs weren't spread very far and the area between was rather shadowed, but it was good enough to send his thoughts into a higher gear and make his cock more uncomfortable.

The fennec's paw returned to what it had been doing, moving up and down and in circles, mostly on the outside of her panties. A couple of times she slid her paw beneath the front and worked herself for a bit before withdrawing and continuing on the outside. He tried to see if there was any wetness on her fingers but couldn't tell. All the while he could hear her breathing picking up, and noted that her tail and hips would shift a little at times.

After a few minutes she adjusted her legs, spreading them further. Now he had a much better view of where her panties covered her most intimate parts, and there was an obvious wet spot. He had to force himself not to gasp aloud at the sight, and instead took a couple of measured deeper breaths through his nose to calm himself. In doing so he noted the unmistakable scent of her arousal, which in its way made things worse. But despite his cock straining painfully against his pants, Brad thought the view was more than worth the discomfort.

As Anita continued playing with herself, she was squirming and gyrating her hips more vigorously now. He could hear her panting more heavily and an occasional soft moan would escape her. She worked her paw in little circles around her clit and the moans got louder. The wet spot was growing too. This was especially noticeable when she would reach a little lower and press into her cleft, which forced the panties to crease between her folds. Brad could hardly think straight from having such an intimate, erotic view of his girlfriend's roommate and had to keep fighting the temptation to slide his paw down and stroke himself.

This went on for a couple more minutes. Anita's sounds and movements were escalating and waves of her scent were permeating the air around her and reaching him. At last, Anita's whole body tightened up and she arched her back, letting out a groan of pleasure even as her paw continued to tease her sopping cunny. She kept this up, prolonging her pleasure and squirming all the while. Brad was practically beside himself as he watched her enjoy what was obviously a powerful climax.

Gradually her movements subsided until she was still and her paw moved no more. The large wet spot on her panties clung to her where it was still drawn up between her cleft. Despite his, the wolverine's shaft finally quiesced enough to become less uncomfortable. Brad wanted to jack off worse than he could remember ever wanting to and could hardly wait until it was safe to leave the closet so he could act upon that desire. The fact that he might have to wait a while only made matters worse.

Anita finally stood up, her face looking satisfied and aglow. The fennec vixen stretched and took a deep breath, and Brad could see her nipples straining against her shirt. She opened her dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts, then left and went into bathroom. Brad thought about trying to slip out of the closet at that moment. Not yet, he told himself, deciding that the chances of him getting out quietly enough not to be heard weren't good enough, not to mention that his sudden appearance in the apartment might arouse her suspicions. He knew also that Anita had another class coming up and would be leaving shortly. He could wait it out.

He could hear the sounds of her activity from the bathroom, including a toilet flush and the sink faucet running. When Anita returned to the bedroom, she was wearing the pair of shorts, which were flared around her thighs but showed off her ass very nicely. Please don't open the closet, he again pleaded silently. She didn't and after a little more prepping and some grooming her tail, she picked up another notebook from her desk and left the bedroom.

Being quite anxious to leave the cramped closet, Brad listened carefully for the sound of the front door. The wait dragged on for a few minutes while Anita was doing something in the living room. Whatever it was, it was too quiet for him to hear from his hiding place, and he noted with some annoyance that he couldn't see any clock from his vantage point. He was beginning to wonder if she had slipped out the door more quietly than usual, and was toying with the idea of slipping out to see, when he heard a sound like the shuffle of paper that confirmed she was still in the apartment. After about another half minute, he heard the front door open and close, and the deadbolt being locked.

At last! he thought. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Brad opened the closet and emerged, flexing his legs which were starting to cramp from being in the same position for so long. Anita's arousal scent still lingered in her bedroom and a couple of deep breaths of it were all that took to remind him what he intended to do as soon as he was able. But even though he was pretty sure he wouldn't be disturbed for a while, after what he'd just been through he wanted to make certain he wouldn't be in the wrong place if there was even the remotest possibility of Jennifer or Anita returning unexpectedly.

Anxious as he was to masturbate furiously, he checked the front door first. To his shock and surprise, there was a sticky-note on the door next to the doorknob. Bradley, I left you something in your room, was all it said. The wolverine's jaw dropped as he saw this.

Hurrying back to the bedroom, he saw two things almost right away. The first was his missing CD setting on his and Jennifer's dresser, where he realized it may have been all along. The second was her blue panties sitting on his pillow. His paw was shaking a little as he picked them up, and Anita's scent and pheromones from the still wet and sticky crotch wafted up to him. Beneath them was another note, this one longer. His paw shaking more now he picked it up and unfolded it...

Bradley, I know you were in my closet. I hope you enjoyed watching me - from what I could tell I'm pretty sure you did. Next time don't be so bashful, and maybe I'll do it without the undies. Until then I'll leave them as a gift for you to have while you think about it. See you later. ;-)

Brad was speechless. All that time he'd struggled to keep himself quiet, yet she'd known all along he was in there watching. It was going to be a very awkward moment the next time he saw her, and he hoped it wouldn't be while Jennifer was around. He'd also have to figure out what to do with the panties - although Jennifer might not mind a little playful flirting between him and Anita, having a pair of her wet panties would really be pushing his luck.

But all that was to worry about later. For now he simply stripped from the waist down and lay back on his bed. He draped the panties over his muzzle, and began jerking off his already hard cock furiously, needing very little time to reach his peak and nearly hitting the ceiling when he shot.

After a brief pause to catch his breath, he did it again. This time he took longer as the events of the morning played over and over in his mind, not to mention the prospect of getting to watch her do it again. Maybe he'd even return the favor.