A New Flatmate

It had all happened in a rush. My brother, Steve had come home from work one night on a massive high. He'd been offered the chance to go and work in his Bank's Head Office in New York, an immense opportunity. What was even better was that his American girlfriend was going to be returning with him and they could live together.

I was genuinely, really pleased for him, he was a great 'little brother', the two years between us had become meaningless and we were the best of friends, and he was the perfect flatmate. I'd bought the flat on the understanding that he'd move into the second bedroom and pay me rent which meant that I could just about manage to afford the mortgage and service payments.

Of course I knew that it wouldn't be a 'forever' arrangement, and I was surprised it had lasted as long as it had, he and his girlfriend were made for each other, and from the sounds coming from his bedroom when she stayed over, they enjoyed a very healthy sex life. Not that mine was moribund, I didn't have a permanent girlfriend, but very much enjoyed playing the field. Still in my late twenties I had plenty of time to find 'The One' and meanwhile test driving the various candidates was proving most gratifying.

They were keen to have him in New York, and in a week he was gone, leaving me with an empty spare bedroom and a rapidly emptying bank account. I was going to have to find someone quickly or risk incurring some big debts. I contemplated going to an Agent, but knew that would produce a complete stranger to share my home, so turned to my fairly wide circle of friends, posting on Facebook and my other social media accounts that I was looking for a new flatmate, so if anyone knew anyone looking for a room, could they put us in touch? I rather thought that would at least give us something in common.

I had one or two indications of interest, mostly from ex-candidates looking to re-kindle our relationship, but I wasn't interested in a permanent bed sharing arrangement with past lovers, convenient though it would be. Another week dragged on and I was wondering if it would have to be the Agent route, when I received an e-mail out of the blue enquiring about the room. It was signed 'Alex' and went on to say that a mutual friend had mentioned I was searching and they were having problems with their landlord and needed somewhere quickly. I replied with the details and pinged off a quick message to the mutual friend as a precaution.

The friend came back quickly, confirming the details, saying she was sure we'd be a great fit, and vouching for their financial standing. Alex came back saying the details were fine and could they come round that night to have a look. Problem solved! Well almost.

When I got home from work I quickly tidied up, there wasn't a lot to do, I wasn't a neat freak but still liked everything in its place, which would have to go for my new tenant as well I thought. The bell went and I opened the door to find a young woman standing there. "Simon? I'm Alex, we arranged for me to come and look at the flat?" she said a little diffidently.

"You're Alex?" I replied, more than a little surprised. "I was expecting a......."

"Man?" she finished for me. "As in male of the species, with a penis, testicles, beer swilling, rugby paying macho man?" I nodded, words failing me for a second. "Well I've got breasts and a vagina, but I do play rugby and like nothing more than a pint afterwards, and yes my name is Alex, as in Alexandra. Now we've made the introductions can I come in?" In a daze I opened the door and ushered her, very definitely a 'her' I decided as I took in her trim figure, nice breasts and pert bum.

I showed her round, it was a nice flat, even if I did say so myself, modern kitchen and bathroom, lounge and two good sized bedrooms, one standing empty. "There's no lock on the doors?" she enquired, examining the bathroom and her bedroom.

"No, but I can...."

"No need, I never shut my bedroom door unless I'm fucking, and unless you're that desperate to see some naked female flesh then I imagine we can keep our bathroom habits separate. Great, I'll take it." She paused as though a thought had suddenly entered her brain, "That is unless you've got any problems with me?"

I really didn't know what to say. She took my silence for a 'no' and pulled out her phone. "If you let me have your bank details I'll let you have a month's rent as deposit, and this month's rent as well." Automatically I gave her the details and ten seconds later my phone pinged to confirm receipt of enough money to sort out my impending bankruptcy. It seemed I had a new tenant.

"Can I move in straight away?"

"Yes, when were you thinking of?"

"Now. I've been sofa surfing for a week and need somewhere urgently, so if you'll give me a hand with my cases....?" Fifteen minutes later we'd carried four heavy cases up to the flat where they currently sat in her room. "Do you mind if I have a shower straight away?" she enquired politely, "I didn't get one this morning and I feel really grimy. And can I be really cheeky and borrow a towel, at least until I can sort out some of my own?" I showed her the airing cupboard and gave her a nice bath towel, then watched as she headed into the bathroom.

I went and sat in the lounge, listening to the shower running, my mind still whirling. I'd gone from being tenantless and nearly broke to having a woman using my shower in less than thirty minutes, but more to the point, I was solvent again. I tried not to think of her in the shower, soapy water streaming off her body, round her breasts, between her legs. She'd looked to have a nice body, I wondered if the crack about playing rugby was true. Unconsciously I found myself tugging on my cock, and realising what I was doing, pulled my hands away.

It had been difficult sometimes when my brother's girlfriend stayed over, a semi-naked female body wandering around, and at night I'd been able to hear them making love, leaving me in a state of masturbatory purgatory. Now I was going to have a permanent problem.

The shower noises stopped, then a short while later the door opened "That's better!" she called out. I looked up to see Alex re-appear carrying a bundle of clothes, a towel wrapped round her. It didn't seem quite long enough and I could almost see the bottom of her bum cheeks, or so it appeared, atop some good looking legs. As she flitted across the hallway something fluttered to the ground and I went to call out, but she'd gone, disappearing into her room, albeit with the door only pushed to.

I stood and went out, bending over to pick up the item of clothing she'd dropped. To my horror it was a pair of panties, crumpled and still warm. As I lifted them up she re-appeared, "Thought I'd dropped something." she said, holding her hand out. Sheepishly I handed them over, "They wouldn't suit you anyway." were her disappearing words.

I went back into the lounge, hoping she didn't think me some sort of pervert and waited for her, feeling awkward in my own home. She came in, wearing a robe of some type, it only came down to her knees and when she sat on the sofa and tucked her legs up under her, I caught a glimpse of thigh. "We need to sort out some practical issues." I started. "First of all food. I suggest we eat independently unless someone is making something easily shared. I don't know what your working hours will be, but we can feel our way on that.

"Secondly and probably most importantly, the bathroom in the mornings. I like to shower around about seven, so you can have it after then. It worked fine with my brother, although sometimes we ended up with one showering while the other shaved."

"I don't have that problem," she replied, "shaving that is." My mind flashed to an unruly mass of pubic hair before I realised she meant her face, "Although I do like to shower about then as well." We went to and fro for a while before agreeing that I'd shower first and go fifteen minutes earlier. It would leave me less time for my morning wank, but she didn't need to know that.

"Other than that, I'd like to think you treated the place as your home, I don't want to be the heavy handed landlord, I'd much prefer it if we just got along, being considerate to each other."

"Fine by me. Can I just ask about overnight guests?"

"As long as they are infrequent that's fine." The thought of her getting shagged senseless by a different man each night was one I'd prefer not to pursue.

"Well if you don't mind, I think I'll have an early night, I've not been getting much sleep lately and that nice bed is calling me." We bade each other good night and I sat back, wondering if I was doing the right thing. It was too late to do anything about it now, so I resolved to make the best of it. I watched TV for the rest of the evening and went to bed myself. As I crossed to my bedroom I saw her door was open and remembered what she'd said about not closing it. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then into my room where I shut the door, then with a wry grin, opened it just a little.

I slept naked as usual, and woke when my alarm went off, my hand automatically seeking my cock. I looked at the clock, 06:45. Why had it gone off early? Then I remembered, and groaning, took my hands off myself and rolled out of bed. I was halfway across the landing before I realised that I really should have put something on, but continued into the bathroom anyway. My usual shit, shower, shave and I opened the door, with my towel wrapped round my waist to see a bleary eyed Alex emerging from her room. She still had bed hair and was wearing a thigh length baggy tee shirt under which her breasts wobbled enticingly.

"Morning." she croaked as she edged unsteadily past me. I dressed and had almost finished breakfast when I saw her next, looking much better in her business attire. We exchanged pleasantries and I left her to it.

I took quite a bit of ribbing at work when I related the tale of my new flatmate. "You'll be shagging the arse off each other inside a week." was the general prediction.

I got home about seven to find Alex already home, a pot of something bubbling on the stove. I found her in the lounge, reclining on the sofa wearing her night attire. As I took in the sight she spoke, "I hope you don't mind, I tend to have a shower when I get home, and it's not worth getting dressed again, so I usually slob out in this." She indicated her nightwear.

"Of course not," I replied, wondering how I was going to cope with not trying to look up or down the baggy tee shirt. I went and changed into my leisure wear, just a tee shirt and joggers as she offered to share her meal with me. It smelled really nice and indeed was. We sat across the table as we ate, and we began to tell each other more about ourselves. It turned out we had a lot in common, particularly in not feeling ready to settle down, we were both ambitious at work and yes, she confirmed, she really was a rugby player. I promised to watch her play one day and after clearing up we sat and watched TV until it was time for bed.

The next day was Friday, the morning routine worked well, I even had time for my wank and I remembered to tell her I'd be late home as I was going out for a beer after work. I arrived home not too late and all was in darkness, just the hall light on. Her door was half open as usual and I heard the rustle of bedclothes as I passed. I knew I shouldn't, but I did, I peered inside. There was just enough light to see a lump in the bed and as my eyes got accustomed to the darkness I realised I could see her legs. She was lying half on her front, one leg pulled up, and where the bed clothes had fallen away I could just about make out her bum. Was she wearing panties or not? I just couldn't see.

My cock twitched and I squeezed it, then before I could do anything more she rolled over and I ducked back. I headed for the bathroom and stood peeing, gazing around. Something caught my attention, there on the floor was a pair of panties, carelessly discarded. Finished peeing, I stooped to pick them up and examined them. The gusset was stained slightly and without thinking I brought them to my nose, they smelled musky with a sharper acidic smell.

I imagined the soft cotton gusset pressed up against her pussy all day and found my hand fondling my rapidly growing cock. The fondling became some serious stroking and I dropped my trousers and briefs and sat on the closed toilet seat and began to masturbate properly, her panties pressed to my nose. It felt so good, imagined visions of her body flashing across my mind and without thinking I wrapped the soft material round my cock and stroked it furiously up and down.

Faster and faster my hand flew, then I was cumming, my spunk erupting out into the only readily available repository, Alex's panties. As I stopped spurting I realised with horror what I'd done and looked frantically around. There sat the dirty washing basket and I stuffed them into it, covering them up with a few other items. I cleaned my teeth and crept quietly to bed.

When I managed to finally drag myself out of bed the next morning Alex was already up and about. I went into the bathroom and peered into the washing basket, her panties were as I'd left them, covered in crusty cum so I assumed she hadn't remembered she'd left them lying about, nor had she discovered them. She made no mention of the previous night and it looked as though I'd got away with it. She explained she was just off to rugby and would be late home, "And probably more than a little pissed," she apologised in advance.

I did very little that day, weekends were mostly for slobbing out, watched some sport on the box, then a film in the evening. There was no sign of Alex when I finally turned in, and I slept soundly until my bladder woke me in the early hours, I tried to make it go away but it stayed stubbornly on the edge of my consciousness and I knew I'd have to get up. I remembered to pull on a pair of boxers, just in case, and staggered out of bed and across the hallway, noticing that Alex's door was shut. Did that mean she had a man in there?

I tried to put it out of my mind, and as I reached out to open the bathroom door it opened before me. There was a shrill shriek and I blinked away my sleepiness to see a young woman, her arms crossed over her naked breasts. She was wearing panties I saw, not certain if I was grateful or disappointed by that, and we stared at each other as our surprise wore off.

"You must be Simon," she said, "I'm Sarah, a friend of Alex's." Automatically I held out my hand and saw her do the same. The problem was that it uncovered her chest and there before me was a nicely formed breast, capped by a brown nipple. "Oops," she said and switched hands, only for the other one to be exposed. "Oh to hell with it!" she exclaimed and let go of both sides as she shook my hand. One I could possibly cope with, two, no and I felt my cock lurch as the surreal situation burned itself into my mind.

With a downward glance at my cock she slipped past me and into Alex's room, closing the door behind her. I completed my pee with some difficulty, and got back into bed, my mind still churning over the unexpected encounter and tried to settle. It was no good, I started to have a wank and before long was cumming violently over my chest and stomach, before falling back into a deep sleep.

When I woke it was quite late and I pulled on my joggers and made my way into the kitchen. Alex was there, in just her baggy tee shirt. "Morning." she greeted me. "Tea?" Gratefully I accepted and cradled the hot mug in my hands.

"You've just missed Sarah," continued Alex, "she sends her apologies for flashing her tits at you in the middle of the night, but she said that from the look of your cock you quite enjoyed them." I didn't quite know how to reply to that one and just looked sheepishly at her. "Still, I expect you had a good old wank over them." My red face was all the answer she needed.

"I didn't realise you were......"

"Gay?" she finished for me. "I'm not. Sarah's a really old friend and just sometimes we get together and things get a little out of hand, or in hand actually." She waved both hands in the air and for the first time I noticed that her left hand was quite heavily bandaged, just the tips of her fingers sticking out.

"What have you done?"

"Some hulking great prop forward stamped on it yesterday, so they've strapped it up for a few days. I'm right handed though so I can still manage to do most things." I sympathised with her, I'd tried wanking left handed and it just didn't work.

"Well anything you need a hand with just shout."

We spent a quiet day, I found I was getting used to her directness, underneath it all she was quite nice, and I suspected that a lot of the bluntness was for show. I cooked a roast for dinner, she tucked into it with gusto, saying she hadn't had one for some time. I had to help her cut some of it up and we laughed at how helpless we could be with only one hand.

The morning routine was getting more comfortable now and we generally met in the hallway for our morning greeting and I was just about getting used to the sight of her unfettered breasts under her top. On Monday I was just finishing getting dressed as I heard her leave the bathroom and go into her room, when there was a knock on my half open door. I looked up in surprise to see her standing there, dressed in just a pair of panties, holding a bra cupped to her breasts.

"I can't do up my bra, my fingers just won't do it." she complained, "Can you help?" I was much more experienced at removing bras, but she turned her back to me and I gathered up the ends and married up the hook and eye fastenings. "Thanks." I watched her sashay away, admiring the sleek lines of her back and her pert bum.

That night when I got home she was dressed as usual in her tee shirt, but I could clearly see her bra underneath it. "I can't bloody undo it either," she complained. She crossed her hands over and grasped the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it over her head and there they were, two small to medium sized mounds, covered in white material, through which I thought I could just about make out the bumps of two nipples.

"Stop ogling and get me out of it will you, I haven't had my shower yet and I'm in danger of getting into a bad mood, and that is something you don't want to see, let me assure you." Still facing her I reached round her back and with an expert twist of my fingers released the fastening, seeing her breasts drop only fractionally as their support left them.

"Now why couldn't I do that?" she complained.

"Years of practice, and a flick of the wrist." I retorted. For a minute I thought she was going to just let her breasts fall free, but a the last minute she pivoted round and all I saw was a flash of side boob, then she was heading for the bathroom, her naked back rapidly disappearing.

We repeated the exercise the next day, morning and evening and once again I was hopeful of getting a solid look at her breasts, but somehow she skilfully evaded my attempts and I was left in a state of frustration.

On Wednesdays it was my habit to go for a quick after-work beer, not too many as it was still a school night, but enough to put me in a good mood. As I opened the flat door there were sounds coming from the lounge which appeared to be in semi darkness, a moaning, then a grunting, the clear sounds of sex. A little cautiously, I pushed open the door to see they were coming from the television, there in 55 inch technicolour was a huge cock being rammed into a very wet pussy with all the accompanying noises.

My eyes went from the screen to the sofa upon which lay Alex, a hand down the front of her panties, seemingly rubbing frantically at her pussy. Our eyes met, "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, "Hang on a minute." Her back arched as her hand rubbed even faster then with a huge exhalation of breath her body started to judder and shake as the groaning from her mouth matched that on the TV.