(I wasn't going to make this a series, but I kept getting too many ideas as I was writing. This first chapter's short and focuses more on developing the characters and setting, but I tried to still keep it erotic. And it ends well. So, please be patient with the rest.)
Aahna was desperate for a place to live. At 18, she had been accepted into one of the most prestigious colleges on the east coast. The problem was that tuition was so high, that her parents could not afford that and her room and board. Aahna thought this wouldn't be an issue because she wanted to live off campus anyway.
Finding a decent part time job wasn't an issue, finding cheap rent was. Everything in this town was over $2,000 for studio apartments. In the meantime she was living in an extended stay hotel burning nearly as much cash. She had looked online for roommates, but found nothing.
That was until she saw an ad for a last ditch effort roommate matching site. It was apparently a 501c3 none profit business that specialized in matching special case roommates. Most of the listings were reduced rent in return for taking care of tenants with special conditions.
Several of the tenants were paraplegics that couldn't afford a live in nurse to bath and change them. Some had extreme cases of turrets who would scream out foul language randomly during the night. There were even a schizophrenic or two that you had to make sure took their medication.
Aahna had always been known to have a big compassionate heart, and wanted to help these people, but she felt intimidated by the task as well. If she were completely honest, the idea of rooming with a schizophrenic scared her. It probably wouldn't be as bad as she had played up in her mind, but she didn't want to risk it. She figured the turrets individuals would fry her nerves even more than school.
She was willing to take care of a paraplegic, but with her small frame, she didn't think she would have the strength required to lift and move the individual. In fact, all of those listings had a requirement that the individual would need to be able to lift 150 pounds. Aahna struggled with a couple bags of groceries, so she couldn't imagine picking up a person.
She was about to give up on this website, when one last listing caught her eye. It was a bit unusual for this site. It said 24 year old male nudist with HTD. She had never heard of HTD. The nudist part, especially one of the opposite sex, was a little weird for her, but she thought she could handle that. The part of India she was from was actually very progressive on the idea of nudity. It wasn't unusual to see billboards with topless women on them.
She clicked on his profile to read more. "Name: Mike. 24 year old white male, none smoker. Works from home due to disorder. Prefers to be nude because of the complication of his HTD. Must be OK with male nudity and not squeamish around normal male biological functions. HTD is..." The profile cut off right there for some reason.
She tried to Google HTD, but only got some John Hancock stock exchange thing, and something about home theaters. She thought about calling for more information, but then saw the rent, free. She could handle just about anything for free room. So, she created an account and signed up to be Mike's roommate.
A couple days later she was at the door of the apartment with her backpack and suit case. She knocked on the door and waited.
When Mike got the notification that he finally had a roommate, he was ecstatic. The last roommate hadn't worked out. They left within a week, and he hadn't had a roommate in the last two years. The fact that a woman wanted to be his roommate really surprised him, considering the circumstances.
He heard a knock on the door, peeked through his peephole and saw a beautiful slender east Indian woman with long black hair and thick hipster glasses. She was wearing a v-neck t shirt and short jean shorts. He had to close his eyes and breath to not get too excited.
He flung the door open and exclaimed, "Hi, you must be Aahna!"
Her eyes went wide as saucers when she saw Mike. She knew he was a nudist because of his condition, but she thought he might of at least wore something to meet her at the door. It wasn't just his nudity that surprised her though. He was ripped and gorgeous.
Then he surprised her even more by stepping forward and giving her a big hug. She didn't get the sense that this guy was a pervert, just overly friendly and didn't have much human contact. Having his strong arms around her, and his 6 inch flaccid penis pressed against her naked thigh couldn't help but make her feel like the pervert because of the thoughts running through her mind.
"That's me." She said awkwardly as she wrapped her arms around him to return the hug. It took all her will power not to let her hands slide down to his butt.
They released and he invited her inside. They sat down in his living room in chairs facing each other. Mike was trying not to stair at her smooth tan legs, and Aahna was trying not to stair at the one eyed monster looking at her.
"You know, I'm surprised you were willing to be my roommate considering my condition."
"About that, I couldn't find anything about HTD online. What is it?"
Mike blanched, "Didn't you read the description I left on my profile?"
"I started to, but it cut off mid sentence."
Mike looked puzzled and picked up his phone. "I'm sorry, I guess I hit some kind of word limit and it cut off the last part of my description after I submitted it."
"That's OK, but what is HTD."
"It's Hyperactive Testes Disorder. Basically, my testicles produce WAY to much sperm. And I mean a lot. So much that I cum every couple hours, more frequently if I get excited by something. It's like a wet dream while you're still awake."
This description surprised Aahna. "Wow. I've never heard of that. That sounds like it would be great, but I can understand how it would be an issue."
A dark look came across Mike's face. "Yea, honestly, the only reason I was looking for a roommate was for the companionship. I can't leave the house because I'll cream my pants if I see something too hot."
"Really?" Aahna leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "What kind of things set you off?" Before Mike could answer, she saw his eyes dart to her legs, and he started growing.
"Sorry, excuse me a minute." He got up and left the room.
A few seconds later she heard a decently loud splash of water, followed by another, and another, and another. About ten splashes in all. Aahna was curious if he really just came that fast and that much. When he reentered the room, his erection was gone and he sat back down.
"Sorry about that."
Aahna saw a small bead of left over cum swell up out of his tip. "Did you just cum from me crossing my legs?"
