Apartment 303
- Chapter 1: Moving In -
As the late great Bob Ross would say, life is all about happy little accidents. Such is this story about how I ended up moving into Apartment 303.
Before attending college I took a few years to travel a bit, work odd jobs a bit, and generally fuck around. Working shitty jobs and working paycheck to paycheck had me excited to get back in a classroom and study hard. However, I had lived on my own for a couple years and had no desire to be a normal freshman living in a dorm. The idea of sharing a tiny room with some 18 year old bro was out of the question. Thankfully, the university had alternative housing assistance for people like me; an older student that wasn't from the area and didn't know anyone. The housing program placed an incoming student into an apartment with upper level undergraduates. It was perfect, I would have my own room with older students that could help me acclimatize to the university and the city. The program placed a male student into an apartment with other males, and a female with females. But happy accidents happen.
See, my name is Kelly. A somewhat unusual name for a man these days. So, as you've probably guessed, the housing program erred and placed me into a four bedroom apartment with three women. Funny enough, when I received my housing information from the university with the apartment's address, rent and utilities info, etc., I didn't think there was any mistake. The information packet also included my future roommates' names: Charlie, Jamie, and Tracy.
Walking into the apartment's lobby, duffel bag slung over my shoulder, a box of odds and ends in my arms, I acknowledged how excited I was to start this next chapter of my life. I also acknowledged how nervous I was to meet my new roommates. Since moving out of my parents house years ago I'd had a number of different roommates, ranging from becoming good friends to avoiding at all costs. All I really hoped for was that my new roommates were tidy, friendly, and paid rent on time.
I pushed the elevator button with my knee, my hands were full carrying a box, and stood there waiting for a minute when the door to my left opened with a scraping metal sound. I snapped my head towards the jarring sound and saw it led to the stairwell. Banging the door open with her hip, a beautiful woman spun through the doorway. She was tall, 5'10" I guessed, with curly dark hair, tied up in a messy bun, and skin the color of coffee with just the right amount of milk. She was wearing runners shorts, and a sports bra. The sight of her long runners legs and toned stomach made my jeans feel a bit too tight as I couldn't help but become aroused. She had earbuds in and was looking down at her phone. My eye caught sight of Spotify on her phone before she locked the screen, looked up, saw me, and yelled over the music only she could hear, "The elevator's broken, gotta use the stairs." With that, she jogged through the lobby and outside for her run.
The pleasure of knowing that that beautiful woman lived in my building immediately vanished as I realized I had to move all my shit up three flights of stairs. As I trudged up to the third floor I thought,
Thank god the mattress company delivers my new mattress for free.
Wanting a good introduction, I put my box on the ground, stood up straight, and knocked on door 303. From inside the apartment I heard a woman's voice yell, "Coming! Charlie, I think the new roommate's here." Befuddled, I took a half-step back, glanced to either side of me feeling lost all of the sudden, and then jumped a tiny bit when the lock clacked from behind the door. The woman's face that peeked around the door immediately went from bright and welcoming to confusion as she saw me standing there. "Eh, hello. Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong apartment. I'm moving in today and I swear my paperwork said apartment 303."
"No worries," a smile returned to her face. "Lots of new people are moving into the building this week. Hopefully I see you around." She gave a little wave and closed the door. I stood there lost in contemplation.
I'm positive it was number 303, Troy and Abed's apartment number. Or was it 304? But she said the name Charlie.
I stooped down and rummaged through my box to find the housing paperwork.
Yup, Apartment 303 and a roommate named Charlie.
I knocked on the door once more.
The same woman's voice came from behind the door, "Charlie, hopefully
this
is the roommate." Again, she opened the door with a smile, but then it shifted to almost a frown. "You again. It's really simple. The first number of the apartment is the floor number..."
At that point another woman, who could only be Charlie, popped her head around the door frame. "Be nice, jeez. Sorry about her, she's
usually
very pleasant," Charlie said while jabbing an elbow at the other woman. "How can I help you?" she continued as the other woman sneered at her.
"I'm sorry to keep bothering you both," I said while smiling at Charlie, then gave a little side eye to the other. "There must be some mix-up because my paperwork says apartment 303." I leaned forward to look at the number on their open door, implying they should acknowledge that this was, in fact, apartment 303. I had leaned in just enough to catch a scent of the other woman's dark black hair. It smelled wonderfully of coconut. "See, I have it right here." I handed Charlie the paperwork. "But I'm supposed to live with three guys, Charlie, Jamie, and Tracy."
Both the women were looking at the sheet of paper, but glanced at each other when I said the names. "And you must be Kelly," the other woman said, turning to me.
"Yup, that's me. How did you..." They both were giving me a look of
C'mon guy, it's not that hard.
"Ah, yeah. I see what happened." A hot flash rolled over me and I could tell embarrassment was written all over my face.
They both gave cute little giggles and I swear Charlie bit her bottom lip for just a second. "Well, c'mon in, let's figure this out," the other woman said while stepping back, welcoming me into apartment 303.
I dropped my duffel just inside the door and Charlie motioned me to the loveseat in the living room. Both women sat on the wide sofa across the coffee table from me. "I'm Charlie and this is Jamie. Tracy's out for a run right now, but she'll be back soon."
Damn, that beautiful woman downstairs lives here with these two equally beautiful women.
While entering the apartment and following Charlie and Jamie to the living room I had time to appreciate these two. Charlie was tall, not as tall as Tracy though, probably 5'8", shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, large breasts and a plump ass squeezed into black yoga pants. Jamie was short, just over 5 feet, and very petite. She was wearing gray sweatpants, the waistline rolled up, with a white tee-shirt cut off just short of her navel. She had small tits, wasn't wearing a bra, and I could clearly see her small dark nipples under the cotton. I must have ogled a second too long because Jamie was glaring at me when my eyes looked up to meet hers.
Shit, Jamie hates me already.
"Pleasure to meet you both. So, what should we do? You want me to call the housing office and hopefully they can find me a different apartment today?"
"Well, yeah you could do that," Jamie said.
"Jamie, we did talk about how nice it would be to live with a guy after living with the human disaster known as Karen last semester."
"Yeah, but that was just one girl. There's other nice girls out there to have as a roommate."
Given our very short history, I could tell Jamie either didn't like me or just didn't like men in general.
It's probably just me since she caught me staring at her tits.
"I don't want to cause any friction. It seems like you three have a nice thing going on, so let me just call the housing office and we'll get this sorted out." I pulled out my phone just as my timer started beeping. "Shit, I'm parked in a loading zone. I gotta go move it before I get a ticket. I'll be right back."
I was breathing hard after running down to my car and back up when Charlie let me back in the apartment. I felt bad about making Jamie uncomfortable, so I wanted to get out of their hair as quickly as possible. Jamie was in the kitchen, noticed me panting and sweating a bit, and politely said, "It's hot as hell outside, let me get you some water."
Well, at least she doesn't hate me that much.
"Thank you, I didn't really think about wearing jeans on moving day. Up and down three flights of stairs doesn't help," I said with a grin, taking the water from Jamie.
"Fucking property management said the elevator would be fixed months ago. At least the stairs are helping me tone my fat ass," Charlie complained.
"Bitch please! I wish I had your ass. Mine's fat as a pancake."
Not wanting to get caught staring again I glanced around the crown molding while sipping on my water.
"Look Charlie, we're making him uncomfortable," Jamie teased.
Thankfully my face is already flushed from running up the stairs.
"Don't be awkward. If you're going to live here you're gonna need to get used to us girls' banter."
"I'm not uncomfortable," I blurted out with zero conviction in my voice. Both women nodded patronizingly. Before I could get even more awkward, it hit me. "What do you mean 'if I want to live here'?"
"Well, we chatted while you moved your car and if you're cool with it, we'd enjoy having some male energy in the house. Tracy's on board, she's the one that brought it up originally." Right on cue, Tracy walked through the front door.
"Oh hi," Tracy said, then did a double take. "I know you. You were waiting for the elevator. You're Kelly?"
"Yes ma'am, nice to meet you," extending my hand.
"Pleasure, I'm Tracy." she responded with a smile and shook my hand.
"You're cool with a guy moving in here?"
"Hell yeah! We need a man in here to do all the cooking and cleaning!"