One Special Condition
“Sorry, man,” said Bill. “I hate to leave you in the lurch like this, but I’m sure you’ll be okay. And be sure to come visit me out in California!”
Wesley sighed. He was happy for Bill and his new job, but losing his roommate stung. How was he going to be able to afford rent, now?
Wesley was already working ungodly hours as a food delivery driver, and life in Chicago was expensive. If he couldn’t find a new roommate, he was toast.
The next day, Wesley placed an online ad that read: “Roommate wanted. One bedroom available for rent in beautiful downtown loft. Full amenities. Easy access to public transportation” along with his phone number and email address.
He got a few responses the first day, but one was clearly from a crazy person and the rest seemed disinterested when he told him how much they’d have to pay every month, including utilities.
Hey, it was a tight market, and prices were just going up. Wesley just prayed that he’d find someone who could afford to move into his apartment. Otherwise, he might just have to go live with his parents.
The next day, he got a call in response to the ad.
To his surprise, it was a woman on the other end, and she didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest when she found out that she might be sharing the apartment with a guy. In fact, she sounded a little eager about it.
She introduced herself as Skye and said that she was a freelance writer who mostly worked from home.
It sounded almost too good to be true, but Wesley wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He set up a meet at the apartment for the next afternoon at three o’clock.
Right on time, the doorbell rang, and Wesley rushed over to answer the door. When he opened it, his jaw nearly hit the floor. The woman standing outside was a stunning brunette with long, waist-length hair and a petite figure.
“Hi there. Are you Wesley? I’m Skye,” the woman said, and Wesley was so dumbfounded he nearly failed to accept her handshake.
“Y-yes, that’s me. Come on in! Come on in,” said Wesley.
He then proceeded to give her the tour, still marveling that such an attractive young woman was even considering moving in with him and becoming his roommate.
“Well, I must say, this is a nice place you have here,” said Skye. “And I really like the location! So close to restaurants and clubs and all the other stuff that living downtown offers.”
“Um, yeah, it’s p-p-pretty great,” stammered Wesley.
“I’m definitely interested,” said Skye. “But if I do move in here, there’s one special condition.”
“Um... what’s that?” said Wesley, feeling his cheeks burning with a fiery heat.
“I know it’s a bit unusual,” said Skye. “But I absolutely refuse to wear any clothes when I’m at home. I just find them so constricting, you know?”
Wesley gulped.
“I just love the feeling of being naked and in my own skin,” said Skye. “That won’t be a problem for you, will it, Wesley?”
“N-n-no,” said Wesley.
“And just so we’re clear,” said Skye. “Me being naked isn’t an invitation to any kind of... you know, physical intimacy between us. Some of my former roommates got the wrong idea, so I just want to make sure you’re in agreement.”
“Um, sure, yeah, yeah, cool,” said Wesley, using one hand to scratch the back of his neck, which had become incredibly itchy for some unknown reason.
Skye laughed. “Like, it’s okay if you want to look. Obviously! But no touching, okay?”
“Y-yeah, sure, sure,” said Wesley.
“Okay, so I guess you don’t mind me being naked around your place,” said Skye. “I mean, I can always put on some clothes whenever company comes by or anything. But the rest of the time, I’ll be naked. Are you sure you’re cool with that?”
“Y-yeah, sure, sure, definitely,” said Wesley.
“Awesome!” said Skye. “So, where do I sign?”
In the kitchen, as Skye signed her name on all the dotted lines, Wesley watched her, picturing in his mind what she would look like without her clothes on. I mean, she was incredibly gorgeous already. What would it be like when she was naked?
Would he be getting erections constantly? And what would he do about it? Was he going to turn into some kind of chronic masturbator? Or would he eventually get used to seeing her naked and it would become an ordinary, everyday thing?
Wesley didn’t know. All he did know was that his cock was so hard that it threatened to push straight through his boxers and rip open his jeans.
“Okay, that should do it,” said Skye. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow around nine? A couple of my friends will be helping me move in.”
“S-s-sounds great,” said Wesley. “I’ll probably be working then, but I’ll see you around lunch, I guess.”
“Oh my,” said Skye. “I completely forgot to ask you what you do for work. How rude of me!”
Wesley blushed. “Oh, it’s okay. I’m just a food delivery driver. You know, for the apps.”
“Well, everyone has to eat!” said Skye, favoring him with a smile.
“Y-y-yes they do,” said Wesley.
“Well?” said Skye, looking at him with one hand on her slim hip.
“Uh?” said Wesley.
“The key, silly. I’m your roommate, now,” said Skye.
Wesley blushed. “Oh, right. Sorry.”
He then dug around in the kitchen drawer until he found Bill’s old key and then handed it over. Skye slipped the key into the pocket of her pants and gave him a flirty wink that got his heart racing.
Whew, dear god. She hadn’t even moved in yet, and already he was getting excited.
Wesley stood there like a statue as Skye made her way to the front door and then exited the apartment.
After she was gone, Wesley did a fist pump. He couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.
