Rebecca couldn't wait to get home from work and see her new roommate Jennifer again.
It was Monday evening, and Jennifer had arrived Sunday afternoon, while Rebecca was out having dinner with her family. Rebecca came home around 6 to find that Jennifer had already moved most of her stuff in, and spent a good four hours after their introduction chatting about every topic under the sun, until it was time for bed. Jennifer was from southern California, and one of those rare, exuberant people who radiated energy and personality, filling the room with their warmth. She was a welcome counterpart to Rebecca, a native New Englander, who, while also friendly, was much more no-nonsense and reserved. Rebecca had had two previous roommates in this same apartment who did not work out, and after being fairly jaded with the process, was relieved to find someone so amazing. Rebecca had only had to be in the presence of Jennifer's gorgeous blue eyes, warm smile, and bubbly personality for five minutes before she was completely enthralled. They had only talked for four hours, but Rebecca knew she had made a new friend. They both loved Game of Thrones, Mad Men, the Beatles, Bob Dylan, and hiking, not to mention the occasional joint. Jennifer was just lovely, and Rebecca was looking forward to seeing her when she got home.
Rebecca came in the door, hung up her jacket, and started toward the bathroom to wash her hands. She had had a long day of working at the lab, and needed to wash her hands urgently before cooking dinner. She would quickly wash up, say hi to her new roomie if she was home, and ask Jenn if she wanted Rebecca to cook for both of them, or had her own dinner plans that night.
Rebecca never did figure out after the fact why it was that she opened the bathroom door without knocking that evening. It was not something she was usually likely to do, and in fact she was usually taken aback by the self-centered rudeness of people who didn't knock on closed bathroom doors without trying to enter. Nevertheless, some momentary lapse of judgment must have occurred to her that night, because she certainly wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"Oh my god, so sorry!" Rebecca started back out of the bathroom as soon as she realized her mistake.
"No, it's fine, what's up?"
"I'm really sorry, I'll just go back to the-"
"Really, hun, it's no problem. What's on your mind?"
Rebecca could not believe what she was seeing. She had just absent-mindedly walked right in on Jennifer taking a pee, and Jennifer was just sitting there, smiling, undisturbed, talking to Rebecca as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and she wasn't sitting on the toilet with her goods in full view. Jennifer hadn't flinched when Rebecca opened the door - in fact, she made no attempt to even cover up.
"What the - Are you really talking to - You're not - "
"Am I not sitting here, talking to you?" Even when caught in what would be one of the most awkward moments for most people, Jennifer's smile was genuine, her eyes calm, her voice absolutely reassuring. Rebecca could not believe it. Jennifer really had not minded in the slightest.
"What's the matter, you've never gone to the bathroom together with your girlfriends and talked while you were peeing?"
"Well, I mean, yeah, but...I mean, there were stall walls and everything...we didn't just... Listen, I just came in to wash my hands and that's all, so I'll just be real quick and get out of here. I'm really sorry."
"Do what you've gotta go", Jennifer replied. "But really, it's no problem at all, I mean it."
Rebecca started to go over to the sink, but felt her eyes wandering momentarily, and, well, some other feelings that she couldn't quite get a handle on at the time. She didn't want to stare, or be rude, but well...she did see what she saw. Jenn was cute, blonde, and curvy everywhere. Except down below...Yes, Rebecca did happen to catch her gaze wandering. Jenn's fit, smooth thighs were parted a good amount on the toilet seat, and in between Rebecca caught a glimpse of a completely hairless slit.
Rebecca caught a hold of herself right before she noticed Jenn's gaze meeting her own. She snapped out of it and looked back up. "I-I'm sorry", she said. "I'll be going".
Jenn's voice became sweet and even playfully teasing. "Sorry for what, hun?"
["Hun", she thought? Wow, this California girl really IS friendly...]
"I was just - I didn't mean to look, and..."
Jenn rolled her eyes. "Look, you saw my cooch. Big deal! We're living together now, it's bound to happen. Might as well get it over with sooner rather than later."
"You think so?"
"Of course! Look, nakedness is no big deal with me. You East Coast people are so uptight. We used to all go to the beach naked back home, my friends and I, ever since we were kids. It was no big deal. There was nothing sexual about it."
Now Rebecca was truly interested in Jenn's story, and briefly forgot the absurdity of the situation. "Really?"
"Yeah, totally. Until we got older, then, sometimes there was." Jenn giggled.
Rebecca laughed too. "That's hilarious. Alright, well, I guess I should be going, I...umm..."
At that point, Jenn reached over and put a hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "Really, don't worry. There's nothing to be worried about, I promise."
"But, I..."
"You what?"
"I, uh...I don't know..."
Jenn got a mischievous look in her eyes. She tilted her head down slightly, and sat forward.