My brother recently took a job several hours away. He doesn't know anyone in the new city, so I agreed to travel with him and help him move in. After several days of packing boxes, loading a trailer and preparing for the move, we set off on a journey expecting to change my brother's life. Little did I know it would change my life too.
Like I said, my brother doesn't know anyone in the new city, so finding housing was an interesting task. He asked his new employer if they knew of any available housing. Luckily, someone knew someone who knew someone looking for a roommate. My brother and his roommate texted to discuss who had what furniture and appliances, but, otherwise, there hadn't been much communication. We weren't even sure if he would be at the house when we arrived.
Let me stop here and provide a bit of a background. I'm in my mid-twenties and quite single. I'm far from a perfect ten, but I can hold my own. (Just trust my green eyes on this one.) It's just that I'm rather timid when it comes to guys. I can joke and banter with the best of them... until I'm talking to a guy I'm interested in. In many ways, I'm confident and extremely independent, but not around guys. I'm convinced I'm the world's worst at flirting. I always come across as disinterested, so, needless to say, I'm not used to guys paying much attention to me.
Anyways, back to the story. We arrived at my brother's new place before the landlord. It was freezing, so we decided to see if his roommate was home. His roommate opened the door wide, and I stopped breathing for a minute. He was gorgeous. Dark hair and a bit of beard scruff, the two things that I love most on a guy. He was shorter than most guys but still taller than my 5'3" frame, which I love. And he had a sexy smile as he stood there in the doorway. I'm certain I had to force myself to close my mouth as I suddenly became very conscious of my likely disheveled appearance. I had spent several hours in a car and had worn old, comfortable clothes. I wasn't even wearing make-up.
"Hi! I'm Brad. You must be my new roommate." He shook my brother's hand and then looked at me with that sexy grin.
My brother introduced himself and then mentioned I was his sister. I finally recovered enough to smile and shake Brad's hand. We moved into the house, and Brad proceeded to give us a house tour. I continued to admire Brad throughout the tour, wondering what it would feel like to lean into those broad shoulders and feel his arms around me.
My family members all pick at each other. It's just what we do. As we toured the house, my brother and I naturally started picking on one another. Much to my surprise, I found myself exchanging some witty banter with Brad as well. Luckily, my brother was too preoccupied with taking in his new surroundings to notice what I assume most people would call a spark between Brad and I.
The landlord arrived soon after to give my brother his keys and review the lease agreement. As they talked upstairs in the bedroom, Brad and I waited in the living room. We continued our banter, but we also asked questions about each other and our lives. As we talked, I realized Brad was sitting somewhat awkwardly. He was sitting in the corner of the couch, facing me, but he was awkwardly holding a throw pillow between his legs. I realized that he was in gray sweatpants and, had it not been for the pillow, I would have had a very clear view of the outline of his cock. Blood rushed to my cheeks, and perhaps other body parts, as I silently hoped he would drop the pillow.
Soon the landlord left, and we began unloading the trailer. Brad offered to help, so he and my brother began carrying furniture into the house as I moved boxes. Throughout it all, Brad watched me. Now, as I mentioned before, I'm independent. I wasn't shy about moving boxes, regardless of how big they were. Whenever Brad saw me struggling with a box, he was quick to take it from me, grazing my hand with his and flashing that smile in the process.
We had the trailer unloaded shortly after, and I knew it was time for me to leave. I had to drive home that night, so I needed to begin the trip home. After hugging my brother goodbye, Brad grabbed my hand. "It was really nice to meet you." That smile again! I smiled back and walked, or floated, back to the car.
I thought about Brad the entire trip home. I wondered if he was thinking about me. I was wondering if he would eventually ask my brother for my number. Most of all, though, I was remembering that sexy smile and that beard scruff.
The memory of Brad didn't dissipate in the following weeks. There were many days I found myself thinking about him. As I talked to my brother on the phone, I found myself trying to bring Brad up in conversation. (Thankfully my brother is completely oblivious.) And there were multiple nights I screamed his name as I came after using my favorite vibrator.
So, you can imagine my excitement as I prepared for a weekend visit to my brother six weeks later. Of course, I was excited to see my brother, but I was also anxious to see how things would be with Brad. Had he been interested when we first met, or was he simply being nice? Had he thought about me as much as I had thought about him? Had he fantasized about me like I had about him?
I arrived late Friday night and nervously knocked on the door. My brother greeted me with a big hug and ushered me in. As I took in the changes they had made since I had last been there, I felt another set of arms wrap around me from behind. I looked over my shoulder, realized it was Brad and smiled.
