Note: All of the characters and events in this story are fictional. They are figments of my imagination, and these occurences did not actually transpire. Just sit back and enjoy the story.
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Natalie and I have been living together for the past few months, sharing a flat in a small town in Cumbria. I'd recently come home from university, and decided to stay with my parents for a week or so while I found a place of my own.
It so happened that the place I'd chosen was a 2-person flat, and that Natalie was also interested in it, so the landlord paired us off and we had to sort the rest out for ourselves.
Natalie is 21, and had just left university herself, having studied at the University of York, whereas I'd been at Northumbria University in Newcastle, so we'd never met on campus at all.
We never really had a proper conversation for the first few days. We'd mainly stuck to "Hi" and "D'you want a coffee while I'm here?" until then. Perhaps we were still getting used to living in the same environment, and getting familiarised with our new flatmate.
It took some time to get talking and to start establishing a level of trust, but I eventually discovered that Natalie is single, as her boyfriend at university decided that they should split up, since he lived down in Staffordshire, and wasn't wanting to commute up to Cumbria to see her.
Myself and my girlfriend lived in the same town, and started going out in high school, and while I took a university course at Northumbria, she enrolled at Newcastle University so that it was easier for us to meet regularly.
She moved back with me when we graduated, and she's currently staying with her parents, since she is struggling to find a job to pay for both rent and student debts. We still see each other regularly, almost every night, to go out for drinks and to chat.
Her name is Alex, by the way. She's a bit younger than me, about 3 months, but she is really very pretty, smart, and has a gorgeous figure to boot! She has blonde hair reaching down to the small of her back, usually pushed back with just a hairband, electric blue eyes, and a thin face which tapers almost to a point at her chin.
She is about 6ft tall, with a perfect hourglass figure, delicate skin, small hands, and magnificent DD-Cup breasts. She isn't a great tease, and doesn't let much flesh out, a great fan of turtle-neck sweatshirts and tops that cover from waist to collarbone, not much of her is on display.
I don't mind it though, because when she does reveal even the smallest amount of cleavage, it makes the moment all the sweeter, knowing that I'm catching a rare glimpse of her fantastic tits.
It's amazing how much she and Natalie are alike. It's no wonder they get along so well.
Natalie is about 5ft 9, a bit shorter than Alex, and with brown wavy hair that only trails a few inches past her shoulder blades. She has chocolate brown eyes, and a slightly deeper skin tone than Alex, her face a tad more rounded.
Her body isn't bad either, slightly wider waist than Alex, but still retaining that hourglass shape, and sporting slightly larger breasts than Alex. She also regularly wears tight tank tops, accentuating her curves magnificently.
However, I knew that any kind of relationship with Natalie was not something to be considered, as I was already in a dedicated long-term relationship with Alex, with whom I shared a lot of my life, and we had a lot of common interests. I had also known her longer, and was still as attracted to her now as I was when I met her 4 years ago.
I love her for her personality. Her looks are just a bonus!
So, with Natalie, all I ever restricted myself to was quickly getting a look when I felt that I needed to satisfy my urge until I saw Alex later, as she left a lot more exposed; usually when she wasn't looking or if her attention was directed elsewhere.
So this went on for 6 or 7 months. Natalie was used to me bringing Alex back on occasion, who now has a job working at the local Aldi as a Stock Assistant, so we sometimes had dinner together, and talked about the latest films, episodes of TV shows and other miscellaneous things that were going on in our lives such as job hunting and upcoming social events we were planning to go to.
One night, though, when I brought Alex back, the flat was locked, so I took out my key and let us in, switching the light on and finding a post-it note from Natalie on the kitchen counter.
She'd gone out for the evening with some friends to see a film at the cinema in town, and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours.
I threw the post-it in the recycling and got started on dinner, filling a saucepan up with water and setting it on the cooker hob. I took the vegetable knife and the peeler out of the cutlery drawer, and set them next to the chopping board.
I took some carrots out of the fridge, and the bag of peas out of the freezer, ready for when the water had boiled.
Just as I picked up a carrot to start peeling it, Alex came up behind me and wrapped her arms gently around my waist, pressing herself into my back in a hug. She turned her head to one side so she could rest her cheek against me.
"Hey," she said, calmly, starting to sway slightly.
I lowered the carrot and the peeler, "Hey," I replied, turning my head slightly, as if to direct my voice behind me.
"So, Chef," Alex said, slightly seductively, "What's cooking?"
"Chicken and mushroom pie, with some carrots and peas," I answered, "That alright with you?"
Alex released me from her embrace, grabbed my shoulder, and turned me to face her, pressing me back into the counter. I barely had time to put the carrot and peeler down on then chopping board as she spun me.
"That," she said, leaning towards me, "Will be just fine," she leaned further into me, and our lips met in a kiss.
She broke the kiss and retreated, leaning back on the opposite counter to watch me work as I returned to peeling the carrots, and chopping them into discs. I scraped my peelings into the bin, and turned the oven dial to get it heated up ready for the pies.
Dinner was never really extravagant for us. As ex-university students, we were used to ready meals and cooking that only required you to turn the oven to a certain temperature and pop the food in for 20 minutes or so.
The water in the pan began to simmer, and I took the pies out of the box and put them into the oven.
As I closed the door, I thought I heard Alex say something. I turned to her and said "You say something, Alex?"
Alex looked up at me, her thighs pressed together. It looked like she'd been frozen mid stride.
"No, no, everything's fine." she replied quickly, obviously fibbing.
"Hmmmmm," I responded, turning back to the frantically bubbling saucepan of water. I scooped up the carrots and dropped them into the boiling water, followed by the peas.
I turned back to Alex, "Are you sure?"
Alex nodded, seeming a bit distracted.
I stepped towards her, and leaned over her, pressing her back into the counter like she had done with me just a moment before.
"Do you know what I think, Alexandra Thomson?" I said, leaning into her so out faces were inches apart. Her breath quickened in anticipation.
"No," she breathed, "What do you think, Michael Richards?"
I moved closer to her, our noses almost touching now, "I think..."
I paused.
