Forbidden Desires and Unbridled Sexuality I had almost gotten used to Lex's unannounced entries into my room. I had asked her to stop just barging in naked, so now panties and a bra were usually involved or a towel if she'd just been showering. "Do you date?" she blurted out instead of a greeting. She was wearing extra short pajama shorts and a tank top. From past experience I knew she probably didn't have panties on underneath. Her breasts, barely restrained by the tight shirt made it more than obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hi Lex, how are you?" I thought maybe I could avoid the question. "I'm great, you're great. Yeah, yeah, yeah; don't change the subject." "Yes, I date." It wasn't a complete lie. "Really? Because I haven't seen a guy around here since we moved in." "Ok, so it's been a little while. I'm in between guys right now. It's not a big deal. I'm, sure I'll meet someone soon." I wasn't sure what she was getting at, but I instinctively wanted to avoid it. "How often do you touch yourself?" I couldn't believe she had just said it. "Uh...I...I..." I stuttered for a minute. "I don't really think that's your business." "It's not a big deal. Here, I'll go first. I masturbate all the time, at least once each day, unless I had really amazing sex the night before. Then sometimes I can skip a day. Does that make you more comfortable? Come on, now you go. …the next moment changed everything
