Note: This story will not be for everyone. It deals with the intimacy and vulnerability during our private moments people often don't see. If you are at all grossed out by normal bodily things, I suggest you skip this story altogether. If you are intrigued, I would love to hear your reactions.
My lease had just ended right before summer. My girlfriend and I had talked about moving in together, but her lease didn't expired until the fall. She had a roommate now, so it just didn't work out to live together at this time. I looked online for roommate wanted ads. Considering I was only going to need a place for the next few months, my options were quite limited.
I finally found one ad seeking a summer roommate. It was posted by a girl and I knew my girlfriend would not be pleased with that arrangement. It took some convincing before I could even reply to the ad, but eventually she realized I had no other options.
I got a response rather quickly. Her name was Ashley and she suggested we meet before making any decisions. I met her at her apartment the next day. When she buzzed me in I had a million anxious thoughts running through my head. I've never been a particularly social person, I just hoped the two of us wouldn't get on each other's nerves for the summer.
I knocked on her door and was stunned when she opened it. She was gorgeous. Intimidatingly so. She looked to be about my age, mid 20s, 5'5" with dark brown hair, blue eyes and an incredible body. She had on tight jeans and a faded yellow T-shirt. It was a perfect look of being casual, yet incredibly stylish. She was slim and toned, but still had some nice tight curves. I was practically speechless.
"Hi, I'm Ashley." She confidently said with her hand extended.
"I'm Jason. Pleasure to meet you." It was already a challenge to keep eye contact and not just stare at her body. My girlfriend will hate her.
"Come on in, Jason. Let me show you around." The apartment was cozy and very modern. The open concept kitchen flowed right into the living room area. Dark wood floors, marble counter tops. It looked it was like a page torn out of a Restoration Hardware catalog.
"Over here is my bedroom." I peeked in her room. It had a large bed and continued the luxurious look and feel of the rest of the apartment. I saw a few items of clothes on the floor, including a pair of worn panties next to her bra. Such a small ordinary thing, but it got my mind racing. I quickly left the room so I wouldn't get caught staring at them.
"This would be your bedroom." The door was right across from hers. I looked in and saw an empty room. Plenty of space for my bed and some furniture.
"This will do just fine." I said surprised at the space.
"And lastly here is, unfortunately, the one and only bathroom that we'll have to share." I walked in and noticed the same marble counter top from the kitchen, and two sinks. A huge shower with a waterfall faucet, and fogged glass doors.
"Two sinks? That's nice." It seemed like a feature that would go unused for roommates who weren't a couple, I thought.
"Oh yeah, those are super convenient. My last roommate and I were always running behind so she and I had to share the room most of the time. It's nice to not have to use the same sink when we were getting ready. Ya know?"
"Yeah of course. That will be very convenient." I said, still finding it hard to believe we'd ever be in here at the same time. My girlfriend and I never even shared a bathroom at the same time. She just wanted her privacy. And considering how gorgeous and proper Ashley was, I figured she'd want even more privacy when in here.
We headed into the living room to talk a little more and discovered we were both in similar situations. Each in relationships a little over a year, but due to weird leases and bad timing it just wasn't the right time to move in with them. Considering how few options there were for both of us, we agreed this was a good fit and a bit lucky for both of us that we found each other. I signed the shortened-lease and moved in the following weekend.
It was Sunday evening and I had just finished unpacking most of my boxes in my room. I was surprised that I had already organized my closet. Most likely it was the properness of Ashley that made me do it. She was so put together, so neat, so pretty, I didn't want her to think I was a total slob already.
I heard a soft knock on my door and looked up. Ashley was standing there in another pair of skinny jeans and a cute white tank top. She always looked like she was ready to go out. "Hey Ashley." I finally said.
"You unpacked fast. Good for you!" She seemed impressed. "Anyway, I usually like to unwind on Sunday nights before the work week with a drink or two on the couch watching tv. Care to join me?"
"Love to." I replied, hopefully not too eagerly.
I joined her on the couch and we began chatting about anything and everything. It was so easy to talk to her. Eventually we got to the subject of our significant others. She was discussing how formal everything was with him.
"What do you mean by formal?" I asked.
"Well we've been together over a year, and it seems like we're not even fully comfortable with each other. When I stay over at his place, I can tell we're both still embarrassed to use the bathroom...even just to pee. We wait until the other one is far away from the room. Jesus, we've never even farted in front of each other." She said as if that was a new realization for her.
I almost spit out my drink when she said that. "You might be the most put together and proper girl I know...I did not expect to hear you talk about farts." We both couldn't help but laugh.
She clarified, "I'm not saying I want to be totally gross with him, but it can feel like we're still just barely dating sometimes. Lacking that intimacy that comes with time, or at least I thought it did."
"No I get it, that makes total sense. My girlfriend and I can be the same way. I've never really thought about it until now, but I guess we don't fart in front of each other either."
"That's so much pressure...literally!" She blurted out, excited that I could relate. "I mean how are we ever going to move in with them if we can't even deal with basic bodily functions?" She said and took another sip of her drink.
"You're right. It's not so bad when we only stay over a couple times during the week, but if we did live together...there'd be no escape. I'd explode." We both laughed. "It would be easier for you though, I mean we all know girls don't poop...so you don't have to worry about that."
