Confession Of A Friend (F.R.I.E.N.D.S Story)

           

The following excerpt was retrieved from the misplaced personal diary of one ‘Monica Gellar’ wrongly sold at a family boot sale.

            November 23^rd, 1996

            Dear Diary… Well, I did it. I know I said I would, but… I didn’t really think I could, but well I did. I want to clarify that I’m not a pervert of any sorts, just curious. I mean if you lived with her, you’d do the exact thing I did without even blinking. Look at me. Justifying my actions to a piece of paper. Regardless, I went and uncovered my nanna’s old peephole (don’t ask me why she built a peephole looking into the bathroom. She was… different). And so, I sat there waiting for Rachel to go and take her morning shower. All I wanted was a look, nothing crazy. But well… here’s what happened. Also, Chandler and Joey, if you are reading this, shove off. Perverts…

            Rachel went for her shower at half eight, like she does every morning and she was completely oblivious to my watching through the small hole in the wall. I watched as she strolled into the room wearing her pyjamas, a simple white t-shirt and grey jogging bottoms. And whilst, I didn’t really know what to expect, I didn’t expect what I saw. Closing and locking the door, she swiftly and unashamedly pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, her buxom and bountiful chest bouncing free. She had absolutely gorgeous tits, enough to make any woman jealous, but it only made me horny. Yes, horny. Watching her breasts jiggle with the slightest movement, they were a joy to watch. The hung perfectly on her body even with their immense size and were capped off with her perfectly erect pink nipples, permanently stiff and begging to be nibbled on.

            And then… then she took of her jogging bottoms. It was as if she knew I was watching as she turned directly away from me and hooked her fingers inside the hem of the bottoms, sliding it slowly and purposefully across her rear end, her caramel skin being revealed as she dropped the garment to the floor, the glorious globe that was her arse being revealed. Rachel had the perfect figure. Toned and well formed, purposefully sculpted to be the prime sexual design. Her ass had just enough plump weight to it without it becoming fat and sagging. Not to mention her cheeks framed the hints of her pussy perfectly, a glimpse of her asshole even winking out from beneath her bum. And her legs. Oh, fuck… they went on for ever, gliding deliciously down from her ass. It’s making me wet just thinking about it. Thank god I took a photo.

            Yeah, I took that photo. I’ll explain what’s happening in it in a moment, but after watching for some time, I simply couldn’t not take a picture. Rachel wouldn’t mind. Well, she probably would, but It’s for my own use. It’s not like it’s going to be going anywhere other than my diary. I’m not going to be plastering it on TV for the world to see or something. It’s my own little… memento that I can use to diddle myself on lonely nights

            Rachel quickly got into the shower, pulling the curtain over. Luckily, the angle of the peephole gave me a perfect view even with the shower curtain in place, meaning that I was afforded the sultriest look of my roommate I have ever seen. As the water hit her body, her lightly tanned skin starting to glisten and shimmer, hair wet and slick sliding down her back, she looked beautiful. Her hands ran down, curving along her breasts as she made sure every inch of herself was glossy and shiny. Her thumbs and forefingers trapped her pert nipples, gently rubbing them a soft moan of approval coming from Rachel’s unwitting lips. And then she turned and gave me the first perfect look at her glimmering folds. I could tell that it wasn’t the shower that had rendered her slick and glossy down there, her folds bristling with arousal. Not to mention, she was shaved. Entirely bare. I can’t describe how looking at her shaven pussy made me feel, but I couldn’t resist any longer.

            My hand had been running along my thigh, massaging my skin through the fabric of my pyjama bottoms. But watching as Rachel began to massage soap across her body, the frothy bubbles running down her sumptuous curves, I couldn’t help it. It unceremoniously dropped my trousers and panties, my hand rushing to my pussy and rubbing it softly, a moan escaping my lips as I kept a firm and steady look on my roommate. Her hands glided down between her legs, mimicking my movements as she began to massage her pussy, rubbing her clit with her fingers as the soapy, glossy water slipped down her body. I can’t stress just how perfectly sexy she looked right now, but I can say that my fingers were dripping with my own arousal, my pussy slowly rendering my thighs slick.

            But what happened next, whilst completely on the verge of unsanitary, was perhaps that which made me want to be in the shower with her. Rachel took the shower head from the holder and lowered It down between her legs, a meek gasp of pleasure coming from the girl as she pressed herself against the wall, writhing orgasmically against the jets of water that were massaging her pussy. I moaned at the sight, my fingers dipping inside myself as I hugged the wall in front of me, imagining that they were her fingers plunged inside me, fucking me up against the wall like the filthy little slut I was. I watched as she adjusted the shower head against her clit, rotating it in circles as she moaned again and again, her other hand massaging those beautiful breasts, plucking at her delectably pert nipples. Oh, fuck… It’s getting me horny just thinking about it.

            Gentling fingering myself, I watched as Rachel slid down onto the bottom of the shower -we had recently fitted an entirely new one which afforded more space and was specifically designed so that the peephole still functioned-. Moving the showerhead up and down, I could see her cheeks growing red and flustered, her eyes glancing down at her hole as she ran the showerhead up and down, cooing softly as her orgasm built inside her. Watching her body writhe and shudder was quite spectacular and… oh, I just want to run my hands over her body, massaging and pulling at every sumptuous bit of flesh before replacing that showerhead with my own lips, having the beautiful brunette ride my tongue like a toy.

            She squealed rather loudly as her orgasm rippled through her pussy. She pulled the showerhead back, the pleasure obviously being too intense as she gently guided the jets of water back and forth across her pussy once more. Quickly snapping the picture, which I will treasure, I went back to diligently fingering myself, hoping to bring myself to my own orgasm rather quickly. Slowly, she clambered to her feet, shaking herself off and turning the shower off. Stepping out of the shower, she stopped suddenly, looking over to where the peephole is, just as a moan escaped my lips. Stifling my moan, I froze in place, watching as Rachel cast a queer look over towards me. Luckily, she shrugged it off and she began to dry herself, allowing me to race back to my bedroom and finish myself off.

            Oh, it was quiet something. And I know I promised that I wasn’t going to do anything else, that if I was going to use the peephole, that I would use it once and put any thoughts of Rachel in compromising positions out of my mind. But I need to see her again. Maybe I can trick her or something. I dunno… I wonder if… No… Anyways, I’ll think about it…