At first I thought everything would be perfectly fine and normal. I thought having a female roommate to share living expenses and household chores wouldn't be a big deal. Oh how wrong I was. My name is Bill, and this is how it all began.
Her name was April and she was a nurse at the town hospital. She had just started her nursing residency and was looking for a cheap place to live while she got settled in the area. What I hadn't anticipated was how beautiful she looked to me. Her long toned legs, cute jiggly ass, slim waist, and deceptively large breasts checked all the boxes for me. Her long dirty blonde hair fell to the middle of her back, but she often wore it tied up loosely with scrunchies, but the way some loose curls would always come lose and frame her sweet and innocent face with its doe-like deep blue eyes was probably the proverbial nail in my coffin.
We got along great as friends don't get me wrong. Her personality was bubbly and friendly and outgoing. She was an excellent nurse and all her patients loved her. She just had a knack for chatting with someone and making them feel like they were the most important person in the world at that moment. We shared a few of the same interests such as a love of Sci-Fi movies and old school video games. Many nights we'd hang out in the living room together eating dinner and watching movies.
Over time as we fell into a "best friend" groove, the amount of clothing she wore around the house became less and less. Eventually it became common for her to return home from a long shift and immediately change into something like a simple thin crop top with spaghetti straps, that could barely contain her large breasts, and some tiny little panties that really accentuated her ass. She wasn't trying to be overtly sexual towards me, it was just incredibly comfortable and relaxing to her to change into loungewear such as that, and she felt comfortable enough with me to do so.
