Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her 'slumber of the dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born again, in theory anyway.

With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her way across the laundry strewn floor of her room, and slipped into the bath robe which she found slung over the back of a chair near the door. With all of the grace and poise of an alcoholic with an inner ear infection, she managed to stumble down the stairs without breaking her neck. Magazines and shoes littered each step in a veritable death trap of student crap.

She weaved between the front tyre of a bicycle and the edge of a door frame with a practiced spin, then trudged her way into the kitchen. The tiles were cold on her bare feet, and the blinding light of a beautiful morning flooded in through the windows stinging her eyes. As she sleepily shuffled over to the refrigerator, Sarah saw pinned to the front of it a note. She removed the flesh-coloured magnet resembling a pair of boobs, and read the scrap of paper through squinted eyes.

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Hi guys! Mike and I have gone to his parents' place for the weekend. Last minute thing. Back on Sunday night. Smooch! S&M. x

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Sarah had moved into the house fours months earlier when she'd started university. The thought of sharing a place with three other students was at the time, much more appealing than that of being cooped up in a dingy little dorm room. Sally and Mike were an item; it made her laugh that she signed off all of her notes with 'S & M'. Sarah was sure that the humour of that small quirk escaped Sally. What made it doubly funny was the fact that every single night without fail, Mike and Sally fucked like two bunny rabbits on an ecstasy trip. Sarah couldn't count the number of times she'd stuffed her head under a pillow, desperately trying to drown out the noise of Sally getting pounded into the mattress in their room upstairs.

As if having to listen to every moan, groan and squeal wasn't enough, Sally also liked to boast about her sexual adventures as well. On one occasion the boys had been in the kitchen putting some lunch together, when she had casually slid up to Sarah on the sofa and started to conspiratorially whisper girly secrets. Sarah now knew everything about Sally and Mike's love life: their passion for anal sex, what Mike's cum tasted like, and how much he loved it when she squeezed his balls whilst giving him head.

Having to start university whilst still a virgin was a point embarrassment for Sarah. All of her friends had 'done the deed' in college, but the opportunity had never presented itself for her. Now she felt somewhat of a recluse in that regard. After hearing some of Sally's sexual exploits, she'd never be able to admit her own sexual status to anyone.

The scrunched up note flew through the air and bounced off the overflowing garbage bin and onto the floor. She reached into the fridge, took out a carton of orange juice and started to pour two tall glasses. Dominic was her other housemate. He was a second year fitness management student and truth be told, a great looking guy. A bit of a ladies' man from what she'd gathered; the last girl he'd brought back for sex had sounded like she'd been moaning the theme from 'Titanic' whilst he'd been fucking her. The walls were paper thin and at times it drove her insane. Dom was a very friendly and engaging guy, which was probably why she had such a crush on him. It was his confidence and charisma which fuelled her interest most, confidence is so fucking sexy.

Sarah carried one of the glasses back up the assault course and knocked quietly on Dominic's bedroom door.

"Dom, you up?" she asked through the door. There was no immediate response to her question but she could hear him moving around in there. "Do you want a glass of OJ?"

"Yes!" came his enthusiastic reply.

Sarah opened his door, took a couple of steps inside and froze on the spot. Sprawled out on the bed was a sight which made her knees go all wibbly-wobbly. She felt a sudden lightheadedness as she took in the scene in front of her; Dominic was completely naked and vigorously pleasuring himself. His nude, muscular body writhed and tensed as he moaned and groaned his way closer to an orgasm. Sarah's eyes rose and fell like bouncy balls as they followed the metronomic motion of his clenched fist. It was gliding up and down along his long, hard cock in a practised flow that made her mouth go dry. She marvelled at how gorgeous it looked; it was slick and glossy, and made a 'shlick' sound with each pass of his hand like he'd used something to lube it up.

"Oh yeah. Fuck," he moaned to himself.

Realising her predicament, Sarah started to sneak backwards out of the room without him noticing. If it weren't for a power lead lying discarded on the floor next to the door, she might just have managed a covert retreat. The most intense pain shot up her leg as she brought her bare foot down onto the dull metal prongs of an electrical plug.

"Shit!" she cried out, as she hobbled trying to stay upright. Sarah regretted it immediately. When she realised what she had just done, she raised her head and glanced slowly over towards the bed. Dominic had stopped what he was doing and lay perfectly still, cock in hand. He was staring at her as she precariously balanced on one leg, orange juice dripping from her left hand where she'd spilt some of it from the glass.

"Good morning," he greeted her disarmingly.

"Dom, I'm so sorry," mumbled Sarah. "I didn't realise you were... I'm such an idiot!"

"Sarah, relax," he replied softly. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and slipped on a pair of baggy cotton shorts from the floor. "No harm done."

She bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment as he walked over to her. He was still sporting an impressive erection under his loose fitting shorts, which were obscenely tented at the front.

"Here, let me take that," he said, as he took the wet glass from her hand and placed it on his bedside table. "How's your foot? I'm sorry about the cable, I've been meaning to have a tidy-up in here."

"S'okay," she replied quietly.

"Let me take look." Dominic hooked her arm at the elbow and helped her hobble across to sit on his bed. Sarah was blushing furiously about the whole situation, she felt like such a goof. As she plonked herself down unceremoniously onto the edge of the bed, she lifted her right leg up onto the mattress. With a gentle touch, he lifted her leg and looked at the sole of her foot closely.

Sarah took the opportunity to have a bit of a nosey look around Dom's room, she'd never actually been in there before. The shaggy, faded-red carpet was littered with magazines and boxer shorts, and the walls were plastered with posters of metal bands and topless blonde models with huge breasts. On his shelf sat a lava lamp, some DVD cases and a selection of thick anatomy text books. 'Nothing exciting there,' she thought to herself. As she glanced across to his bedside table, she swallowed and quickly looked away lest he notice her looking. On it, stood next to the glass of orange juice she'd just brought up for him, was a half empty bottle of baby oil.

"Are Sally and Mike up yet?" Dom asked.

"Who? Oh, they've gone to Mike's parent's for the weekend. Sally left a note in the kitchen," she mumbled quietly.

"Oh right," he replied as he studied her foot. "Mmm, you didn't break the skin. I think it'll probably just bruise." Sarah winced as he began to gently rub the sore spot for her. It felt really good, in fact it actually felt quite intimate to have him massaging her foot. Just as she started to relax a little and let his fingers soothe the pain in her instep, several realisations hit her all at once. First and foremost was that the fact that the warm, oil-slicked hand that he was touching her with, was the same hand that just moments before had been gliding up and down his penis.

As she watched his face, she saw Dominic's calm exterior slip for just a split second. The calm and collected hunk all of a sudden looked a little embarrassed. He gently lay her foot back down on the bed and flashed her a charming smile.

"Listen, Dom, I really didn't mean to walk in on you like that," she said. "I did call out through the door. I thought it was okay to come in."

"Oh, don't worry about that," he replied, waving it off. "I'm not shy. Anyway, I reckon we're probably even."

"Even?" Sarah asked. "What do you mean?"

"You're not wearing any panties."

It took a moment to register, but Sarah realised that as he'd lifted her leg from the bed to look at her foot, the bottom of her bath robe had ridden up and she'd given him an eye-full of her flimflam. She quickly pulled the cotton material down to cover her intimate area and hid her blushing face behind a hand.

"Sorry," Dom said quietly. "I didn't look, honest. Well, that's not technically accurate. I did look, obviously, but then I, erm, stopped looking." They sat in silence for a moment. "Shit, this is a little awkward."

Sarah didn't know what to do or say, awkward was right. As she was contemplating an attempt to jump up and make a run for it, he whispered comically, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She couldn't help but start giggling, he could always make her laugh. Sarah lowered her hand and slapped his arm playfully.

"Jesus, Dom! It's not funny!"

"Why are you laughing then?" he chuckled, before leaning back on his hands. His penis wasn't at full mast anymore, but the outline of his semi-stiff state was still clearly visible through the thin fabric of his shorts. "I think it's hilarious. Don't tell me you've never wanted to take a look."

His smile was infectious. Sarah didn't know whether to laugh or cry, feel embarrassed or aroused, it was all so confusing. She couldn't help now but admire his physique. Dominic was in amazing shape. His body exuded the kind of gruff masculinity that makes women drool. He was toned like an athlete, yet didn't shave or wax his chest to look like some sort of magazine underwear model. She loved that. She also loved the way his muscular torso had that gorgeous, concave 'V' shape from his hips, which dipped tantalisingly towards his crotch. What the hell is that called?

"I, erm, I think it's probably time I let you get dressed," said Sarah with a shy smile.

"Sure," replied Dom with a nod. As she swung her leg off the bed, he chipped in, "Unless..."

Sarah froze, she could already feel her heart starting to race at the possibilities of what he'd meant. What the hell was he suggesting?

"Unless?" she enquired innocently as she turned to look at him.

"Unless you want to stay and watch me finish," he replied, looking directly into her eyes as he said it. She thought he might have been joking, but his expression didn't give that impression. "Or perhaps you'd like to help me with it?"

"Are you serious?!" Dominic was obviously enjoying himself, the smile on his face only bewildered Sarah further.

"Well now, let's see."

She watched wide-eyed as he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and slowly slipped them down his hips to pool around his ankles. He was now semi reclined on his bed, with his glistening cock lying across his thigh. Despite the fact that he was her friend and housemate, she found herself unable to look away. Sarah had never actually seen a penis up close before. Her only experience with the opposite sex had been a drunk, fumbled hand job with her last boyfriend. It had been in the back seat of his car, in the pitch black, at two o'clock in the morning.

"We have the place to ourselves," he replied calmly. "Why don't we help each other out?"

"I don't understand," said Sarah nervously.

"Well, you've never been with a guy, right?" Sarah could feel her face flush even redder, the heat rising from her cheeks was practically curling her eyelashes.

"How do you know who I've been with?"

"Come on, let's not kid ourselves. I can tell." Sarah just sat there for a while before eventually nodding a confirmation. "And if I'm honest, I really fancy the pants off you. You know, if you were actually wearing any that is." The last line was followed by a cheeky grin.

"Dom, listen, I don't know if... did you just say I was hot?" The look on her face was one of astonishment, she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "You don't like... you know, when thinking about me, do you?" she asked nervously, before nibbling her bottom lip.

"What, jerk off? What would you say if I did?"

"I-I don't know. I thought you were going out with that girl Amanda. I could hear her moaning from my room."

"Not if her last text message to me was anything to go by. No, it didn't really work out. Anyway, we never actually had sex. She only wanted me to eat her pussy."

Sarah could barely swallow, her throat was so dry. Even the passing reference to oral sex made her cheeks redden further; she was starting to resemble a beetroot. Sarah watched open-mouthed as Dom, in his slightly laid back pose, began to slowly stroke his cock. It didn't take long for it to begin to firm up and grow longer.

"You've never had a guy go down on you either, have you?" It was like he could read her like a book. Sarah pursed her lips and shook her head. "But you've thought about it. Imagined how it would feel." She nodded. "Would you like me to?"