It had all happened in a rush. My brother, Steve had come home from work one night on a massive high. He'd been offered the chance to go and work in his Bank's Head Office in New York, an immense opportunity. What was even better was that his American girlfriend was going to be returning with him and they could live together.
I was genuinely, really pleased for him, he was a great 'little brother', the two years between us had become meaningless and we were the best of friends, and he was the perfect flatmate. I'd bought the flat on the understanding that he'd move into the second bedroom and pay me rent which meant that I could just about manage to afford the mortgage and service payments.
Of course I knew that it wouldn't be a 'forever' arrangement, and I was surprised it had lasted as long as it had, he and his girlfriend were made for each other, and from the sounds coming from his bedroom when she stayed over, they enjoyed a very healthy sex life. Not that mine was moribund, I didn't have a permanent girlfriend, but very much enjoyed playing the field. Still in my late twenties I had plenty of time to find 'The One' and meanwhile test driving the various candidates was proving most gratifying.
They were keen to have him in New York, and in a week he was gone, leaving me with an empty spare bedroom and a rapidly emptying bank account. I was going to have to find someone quickly or risk incurring some big debts. I contemplated going to an Agent, but knew that would produce a complete stranger to share my home, so turned to my fairly wide circle of friends, posting on Facebook and my other social media accounts that I was looking for a new flatmate, so if anyone knew anyone looking for a room, could they put us in touch? I rather thought that would at least give us something in common.
I had one or two indications of interest, mostly from ex-candidates looking to re-kindle our relationship, but I wasn't interested in a permanent bed sharing arrangement with past lovers, convenient though it would be. Another week dragged on and I was wondering if it would have to be the Agent route, when I received an e-mail out of the blue enquiring about the room. It was signed 'Alex' and went on to say that a mutual friend had mentioned I was searching and they were having problems with their landlord and needed somewhere quickly. I replied with the details and pinged off a quick message to the mutual friend as a precaution.
The friend came back quickly, confirming the details, saying she was sure we'd be a great fit, and vouching for their financial standing. Alex came back saying the details were fine and could they come round that night to have a look. Problem solved! Well almost.
When I got home from work I quickly tidied up, there wasn't a lot to do, I wasn't a neat freak but still liked everything in its place, which would have to go for my new tenant as well I thought. The bell went and I opened the door to find a young woman standing there. "Simon? I'm Alex, we arranged for me to come and look at the flat?" she said a little diffidently.
"You're Alex?" I replied, more than a little surprised. "I was expecting a......."
"Man?" she finished for me. "As in male of the species, with a penis, testicles, beer swilling, rugby paying macho man?" I nodded, words failing me for a second. "Well I've got breasts and a vagina, but I do play rugby and like nothing more than a pint afterwards, and yes my name is Alex, as in Alexandra. Now we've made the introductions can I come in?" In a daze I opened the door and ushered her, very definitely a 'her' I decided as I took in her trim figure, nice breasts and pert bum.
I showed her round, it was a nice flat, even if I did say so myself, modern kitchen and bathroom, lounge and two good sized bedrooms, one standing empty. "There's no lock on the doors?" she enquired, examining the bathroom and her bedroom.
"No, but I can...."
"No need, I never shut my bedroom door unless I'm fucking, and unless you're that desperate to see some naked female flesh then I imagine we can keep our bathroom habits separate. Great, I'll take it." She paused as though a thought had suddenly entered her brain, "That is unless you've got any problems with me?"
I really didn't know what to say. She took my silence for a 'no' and pulled out her phone. "If you let me have your bank details I'll let you have a month's rent as deposit, and this month's rent as well." Automatically I gave her the details and ten seconds later my phone pinged to confirm receipt of enough money to sort out my impending bankruptcy. It seemed I had a new tenant.
"Can I move in straight away?"
"Yes, when were you thinking of?"
"Now. I've been sofa surfing for a week and need somewhere urgently, so if you'll give me a hand with my cases....?" Fifteen minutes later we'd carried four heavy cases up to the flat where they currently sat in her room. "Do you mind if I have a shower straight away?" she enquired politely, "I didn't get one this morning and I feel really grimy. And can I be really cheeky and borrow a towel, at least until I can sort out some of my own?" I showed her the airing cupboard and gave her a nice bath towel, then watched as she headed into the bathroom.
I went and sat in the lounge, listening to the shower running, my mind still whirling. I'd gone from being tenantless and nearly broke to having a woman using my shower in less than thirty minutes, but more to the point, I was solvent again. I tried not to think of her in the shower, soapy water streaming off her body, round her breasts, between her legs. She'd looked to have a nice body, I wondered if the crack about playing rugby was true. Unconsciously I found myself tugging on my cock, and realising what I was doing, pulled my hands away.
It had been difficult sometimes when my brother's girlfriend stayed over, a semi-naked female body wandering around, and at night I'd been able to hear them making love, leaving me in a state of masturbatory purgatory. Now I was going to have a permanent problem.
The shower noises stopped, then a short while later the door opened "That's better!" she called out. I looked up to see Alex re-appear carrying a bundle of clothes, a towel wrapped round her. It didn't seem quite long enough and I could almost see the bottom of her bum cheeks, or so it appeared, atop some good looking legs. As she flitted across the hallway something fluttered to the ground and I went to call out, but she'd gone, disappearing into her room, albeit with the door only pushed to.
I stood and went out, bending over to pick up the item of clothing she'd dropped. To my horror it was a pair of panties, crumpled and still warm. As I lifted them up she re-appeared, "Thought I'd dropped something." she said, holding her hand out. Sheepishly I handed them over, "They wouldn't suit you anyway." were her disappearing words.
I went back into the lounge, hoping she didn't think me some sort of pervert and waited for her, feeling awkward in my own home. She came in, wearing a robe of some type, it only came down to her knees and when she sat on the sofa and tucked her legs up under her, I caught a glimpse of thigh. "We need to sort out some practical issues." I started. "First of all food. I suggest we eat independently unless someone is making something easily shared. I don't know what your working hours will be, but we can feel our way on that.
"Secondly and probably most importantly, the bathroom in the mornings. I like to shower around about seven, so you can have it after then. It worked fine with my brother, although sometimes we ended up with one showering while the other shaved."
"I don't have that problem," she replied, "shaving that is." My mind flashed to an unruly mass of pubic hair before I realised she meant her face, "Although I do like to shower about then as well." We went to and fro for a while before agreeing that I'd shower first and go fifteen minutes earlier. It would leave me less time for my morning wank, but she didn't need to know that.
"Other than that, I'd like to think you treated the place as your home, I don't want to be the heavy handed landlord, I'd much prefer it if we just got along, being considerate to each other."
"Fine by me. Can I just ask about overnight guests?"
"As long as they are infrequent that's fine." The thought of her getting shagged senseless by a different man each night was one I'd prefer not to pursue.
"Well if you don't mind, I think I'll have an early night, I've not been getting much sleep lately and that nice bed is calling me." We bade each other good night and I sat back, wondering if I was doing the right thing. It was too late to do anything about it now, so I resolved to make the best of it. I watched TV for the rest of the evening and went to bed myself. As I crossed to my bedroom I saw her door was open and remembered what she'd said about not closing it. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then into my room where I shut the door, then with a wry grin, opened it just a little.
I slept naked as usual, and woke when my alarm went off, my hand automatically seeking my cock. I looked at the clock, 06:45. Why had it gone off early? Then I remembered, and groaning, took my hands off myself and rolled out of bed. I was halfway across the landing before I realised that I really should have put something on, but continued into the bathroom anyway. My usual shit, shower, shave and I opened the door, with my towel wrapped round my waist to see a bleary eyed Alex emerging from her room. She still had bed hair and was wearing a thigh length baggy tee shirt under which her breasts wobbled enticingly.
"Morning." she croaked as she edged unsteadily past me. I dressed and had almost finished breakfast when I saw her next, looking much better in her business attire. We exchanged pleasantries and I left her to it.
