The Etiquette of Closed Doors

This evening I was constructing a pencil skirt from a pair of beloved pants to wear for the pan sexual party this Saturday. I was so struck with my creativeness I was exclaiming things like "Awesome!" and "Sweet!" to myself alone in my bed room.

Towards the end I had the entire outfit on and I was turning circles in the mirror to make sure everything fit well. When unbeknownst to me my roommate, struggling the most with my new found recreational activities, wandered in asking a question about jumper cables.

I turned around in surprise and we both just stood there in stunned silence. His eyes were stuck on a particular part of my anatomy. He was completely still. I was trying so hard not to laugh I almost dislocated a rib.

Unfortunately my barely restrained and jiggly bosom gave me away. In a deep voice that I almost didn't catch, he exclaimed,

"Whoa...Boobies".

Boobies?! I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing and attempted to show some semblance of modesty by shielding myself. We both turned away from each other and he disappeared like The Flash.

Maybe next time he'll knock...Maybe not.