When I was nineteen my cousin called me one day and wanted to talk about finding an apartment together. The option of having my own place had occurred to me but I hadn't put too much effort into doing anything about it really. Living with my cousin could be fun since we shared a lot of similar interest and similar social circles. I told her it sounded like fun and we started looking at what options we had.
Of course we found really nice apartments that we couldn't afford and them some ones we could afford but didn't want to even chance being in the neighborhoods they were located in. We found kind of a middle ground with some lower income apartments that were income based and they had just built a new set of buildings in an okay part of town. We put in our application and were welcomed in and given an apartment.
Our place was pretty basic. It had one bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living area and a hall closet. We really didn't need much more than that though. We had off the street parking, a central area in middle of all the apartments with laundry and we were on the bottom floor so no stairs and we didn't have to worry about being too loud walking around our place.
So came the time to ask our families about old furniture that they no longer needed and then we went and bought what we could. I believe we got a couch, recliner, a couple of beds, and then we went and bought desk for our rooms and an entertainment center. We stocked the rest with stuff we already had and some more help from our families.
The first week was pretty low key as our families came over to visit and we met our neighbors and got used to having our own place. I think my father drove by at least once every night to make sure we hadn't burned the place down.
After that is when we got to truly celebrate. Amanda was a waitress and knew some people that were good at hosting parties and our apartment became the place to go. Most of our neighbors were around the same age so we basically had an open door policy in our section of the building during the weekends. We kept the noise contained and didn't do anything too stupid and we had a good time.
This is the point where I'll take a moment to explain a little about my cousin. Amanda fell in love with sex and all the parts of it from the first time a guy undid her pants. At the same time, she rarely turned down someone asking to have sex with her even if she was with someone else. She would say you have to try a little of everything. I was used to meeting her current boyfriend once and then never again.
This is where James comes in. A month into us having our own place one of Amanda's coworkers brings over this tall, well-built guy with a military cut and glasses. Mandy had known him for all of five minutes before she tells me she is going to fuck him. She stayed true to her word too as that I went to sleep to the sounds of her screaming fuck as they humped like rabbits.
The odd thing though was James continued to stay around and for the most part Amanda flirted but at night it was those two going off into her bedroom. After a month James was practically a roommate to us. Talking with Amanda she said he was better in bed than anyone she had been with yet and she was going to make sure she got all she could before it was over. James and I became friends but never did we really discuss the finer points of sex with my cousin.
I enjoyed sex a lot too but I was far from as outgoing as my cousin was. Three months in I think my cousin found her bed shared more than it had not been. I had had sex twice in my bedroom but both were just fun one night events. My sexual appetite found itself filled by my fingers and vibrator most nights.
Fast forward one month and my cousin Amanda is out of town for a weekend to visit her grandfather who is sick. James is living with us now so it is not uncommon when I come home and he is watching TV or out in the kitchen. One Saturday I worked an early shift at the college and was done by noon so I went home to kind of be lazy for the rest of the afternoon anyways. I pull up and see James car in the lot and don't think much of it. I park and go inside and the TV is on but he is not in the living room or the kitchen. I kind of hear something coming from the bedrooms though so I go down the hallway slowly to check.
As I come into view of the bedrooms I see James, naked, sitting on the end of Amanda's bed with a pair of her underwear wrapped around his penis as he is stroking away with his head back and his eyes closed. Besides seeing something I know I shouldn't be seeing it immediately comes to my attention that James is very gifted in his penis size. He is long and thick compared to the people I had been with. It clicks in my head as to why my cousin is taking this for all that it is worth.
It didn't occur to me that I was staring till James' hand stopped moving. I looked up to find him staring right back at me. In a flash I apologized and turned around and heard Amanda's door close. I wasn't sure if I should leave, stay, or what so I choose to go to my room and close the door.
Once in my room I changed my clothes and then looked around my room for something to do. I looked at the books I was reading, my computer, my schoolwork and none of them seemed right as I knew none of them would suddenly make me forget what I had just seen. I gave up and went over to my wall to see if I could hear anything coming from Amanda's room. I couldn't tell if James had decided to finish or was sitting in there just as concerned as I was. In the end I decided anything done at this moment would be far too awkward and grabbed my keys and left.
I spent the rest of the day hanging out with my brother and a few of his friends. On the way home I didn't feel as nervous if I did run into James. He had been masturbating and hey I did the same thing so what was the big deal. I used a vibrator and he used his girlfriend's underwear. My plan was to laugh it off and just move beyond it.
As I pulled in the lot James' car was still in the same place so I was pretty sure he had not gone anywhere. My nervousness did pick up when I realized I was actually going to have to talk to him beyond just going over it in my head.
I went into the apartment and James was fully dressed watching TV. We both said hello and I went and sat in the recliner. We exchanged some small talk about what he was watching and how the day went before I swallowed hard and apologized for walking in on him. He shook his head and began apologizing for having the door open. Then we both kind of laughed it off and I said I was going to call it an early night since I was tired. Honestly I still felt a little awkward and decided to play the coward and go to my bedroom.