During my junior year at college, I'd transferred to a smaller State University. The one nice thing about living in a small town, attending a smaller school, it seems that everyone is far friendlier. The only problem I had was in locating a place to live for one, and for another, being able to afford it.
After spending several days hunting for a place, I finally found one. But again, the price was just a little beyond my means in being affordable. Solution: "Advertise for a roommate!"
I had enough to cover the first months rent by myself, so I moved in with the hopes that I'd be able to quickly locate a roommate to split expenses with. Placing an add in the local newspaper, I wasn't surprised when I got knock on my door the very next day. Not having a phone yet, I'd indicated that prospects would have to apply in person. I was surprised however when the very first person to knock on my door inquiring about the apartment was a rather attractive looking female. I hadn't indicated I was looking for a male roommate, truth was, I hadn't given it any thought. I'd simply assumed from anyone reading the add, they'd realize I was a 'guy', especially with a name like Darren Somers.
"Are you the one looking for a roommate?" she asked.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean she wasn't model material or anything like that, but she really was attractive. Her hair was reddish brown, long and fell perfectly over the slopes of two very prominently displayed breasts, both of which at the moment anyway, were accentuating two very erect nipples.
"Ah yeah, I am," I said stunned, still looking at her expecting to wake up from some wet dream I was seriously hoping I was really having. Her eyes were even more alluring, the most unusual color I had ever seen before. Almost violet in color it was hard not to drown in them as I stood there stupidly staring at her.
"You're surprised?"
"Ah, what? Excuse me?" I said, my thoughts finally gathering together. "Surprised?"
"Yes, that a woman would answer your add," she said smiling at me.
Oh, that smile, it was enough to make any man...or woman for that matter melt just standing there. It wasn't overly sexy, or even provocative. It was just pure unadulterated sensuality in its simplest form. "Yeah, guess I am a little," I responded, suddenly feeling a lot less sure of myself than I normally was. "I just didn't expect to see a woman actually answering the add. Truth is, I never even considered it as a possibility."
"So does that mean you aren't interested?"
Once again, I was hearing what I wanted to hear, and not what she was saying. "Wow...am I interested!" I thought. But we were obviously discussing two different topics here. "Ah, sure. You want to come in and see the place before you decide?" I offered.
She laughed. "Before I decide?" she said giggling as she brushed past me into the room.
I was still stunned, not even bothering to step out of the way as she let herself in. I felt the briefest, slightest contact with her breasts as she did. Whether she had done that knowingly or not, it didn't matter. At the moment, I was praying I'd picked up my underwear and hadn't left my latest copy of Hustler lying on the bed in my room.
"This is nice," I heard her say from just off the living room. She had stepped out onto the balcony. I had the top floor of a six-floor apartment.
"This isn't even the best one," I said grinning. "You should see the one off my bedroom..."
Realizing what I'd just said, or perhaps intimated to her, I stopped mid-sentence. She was looking at me with that same hypnotic smile again.
"Oh? Which one is your room?" she asked.
"Ah, down the hall, past the bathroom. There's only one of those," I added lamely. "Your room is across the hall from mine."
"My room?" she said smiling again. "Does it have a balcony too?"
"Sorry, no. But I guess we could switch..."
She grinned, "No, I wouldn't expect or want you to do that. Besides, we'll be roomies," she added. "And as roomies, I imagine I could share your balcony with you couldn't I?"
And just like that...I had a roommate.
"Ah, by the way. What's your name anyway?" I finally asked.
"Tanya, Tanya Hide."
"Excuse me?" There I was again, hearing what I wanted to hear, and not what I was supposed to.
She was laughing again. "I get that a lot. My last name really is Hide. I think my father thought it was funny when he named me. He was a 'good old boy' for one thing, grew up on a ranch, one of the old 'cowboy' types. Though mom always said he was born in the wrong century. To see him, you'd expect to have him drawing a pair of six-guns and wearing a Sheriffs badge on his vest to go along with the real-live handle-bar mustache he wears."
I wasn't having, or expecting to wake up from a wet dream anymore, this was now turning into a nightmare. The image of her father suddenly showing up at my door, a pair of pearl handled colts in each hand pointed directly at my crotch had deflated the erection I'd been trying to hide.
Tanya recognized the expression on my face. "Don't worry, Daddy wouldn't dare say or do anything. He's been fucking so much strange pussy, that should he ever try to make life tough on me, he'd find he'd finally bitten off more than he can chew."
Hearing Tanya's obvious relaxed vocabulary was refreshing. Already she was acting like my best buddy. And once again, I was thinking she'd be just that. A buddy...not a 'fuck' buddy as the earlier wet dream I'd been having had suggested. Maybe it was no longer a nightmare I was having, but now it was one of those dreams you wake up in the middle of just when things start to get good.
"Ah, before you make your decision, there's a few things you should probably know about me," I told her. Hell, in my mind, I was taking a major risk here. I could be fucking up the best situation any guy could find himself in. But it was that, laying my cards out on the table, or shocking the shit out of her once she'd moved in, only to watch her packing up the next day, or worse...having to act like I was living at home again.
I took a deep breath screwing up my courage, when I spoke however, I sounded a bit like 'Donald Duck' just having inhaled half a balloon full of helium.
"I like to lay around the apartment nude!" I exclaimed in my best Donald Duck imitation, which frankly, I'd never managed to do before.
"Oh? Good! Me too!" was all she said, sounding a little like Daisy, to which I of course, briefly wondered if she was making fun of me. "So, I can have the room then?" she asked seriously, sounding like herself.
I coughed, cleared my throat to speak, and nodded my head instead. "Better to be safe than sorry," I thought, though I'd managed to think that speaking like a duck too.
But, just like that, I had a roommie AND a wet dream all rolled up into one.
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As it was the weekend, Tanya began moving in the following morning. As she had a truck, it took very little time to move everything into the apartment. Having a service elevator certainly helped, but the fact that she had very little furniture made it even easier. Her bed consisted of a giant blow-up mattress, which she preferred sleeping on anyway, and one or two pieces of bedroom furniture, the largest of which was a dresser drawer. By noon, we'd moved everything she owned into the apartment.
"Well, that was certainly a lot easier than I'd anticipated," I told her.
"I've learned, especially as I've moved around a lot these past couple of years. It's a lot easier not to have a lot of furniture to have to worry about. Especially the bed," she giggled.
Her statement made me curious. "Why have you moved around so much?" I had to ask.
