"You can stay with me, it's no problem."
"You sure? I don't want it to get weird."
"What would be weird about this? It's just two friends living together."
"I know. . . but all it takes is one drunken night."
"What do you mean?"
"You know. It's a classic guy-girl situation. One drunken night and it all falls apart. You either hook up or move out."
"So you're saying I can't drink around you?"
"What? No! I'm not saying that at all. I'm just saying, there's sitcom potential here. Something that airs on Thursdays at 8PM, 7 Central, of course."
"Of course."
"Right. Okay. Let me think on it? I promise I'll get back to you."
"Okay. And for what it's worth? I think you'd be a great roommate."
*****
That's how it started. So innocuous. Krista invited me to live with her when I found out I had to move back to the city. I didn't have many friends around any more, and my parents were. . . well, let's just say they weren't in the picture.
Krista was all I had, and she knew it. I knew it too, and that's why I didn't have a problem saying yes.
Well. That wasn't the only reason.
See, Krista is kind of beautiful. She's a history student by day, some kind of graduate scholar, with a focus on the reigns of various popes. While that may not be particularly sexy in and of itself, she is. She's a gym rat who's spent much of her life sculpting her body to look exactly how she wants it.
The last time I saw her, it was at a board game night with some friends. She walked in after a workout in shorts and a sports bra. Both were impossibly tight across her, her high round tits pushed higher by the bra. She had thrown a sweater over it, but I could see the way the sweat had collected in her cleavage. I remember practically drooling, and that was before I saw her legs, which were long and toned and barely covered by the thigh-length shorts that stretched across her cute little ass.
Sorry to be crude. It's not my intention, but I hope it gets you into the mindset of how this girl works on me. She's hot as hell, but she's also super cool. She guided me through a lot of the academic problems I found myself facing during my undergrad. We were in a couple of courses together, and she was always eager to be a study buddy.
There were a few moments where I wondered if she wanted something more, but I never found myself with enough courage to ask her. I'd look at her eyes, the way her auburn hair seemed to frame her face. . . and then I'd just peter out.
She once asked me why I wasn't seeing anyone. I told her that I was waiting for someone special, that I didn't want to have sex with just anyone. That I wanted it to matter. And for the most part, this was true.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I had my fantasies, and acted on some of them as well. I just hated how empty they left me once they were over. One exhalation, and that was it. I wanted to keep breathing.
As for Krista, she dated a few guys. Don't worry; I'm not going to be some loser, claiming that none of them were good enough for her. Truthfully, they were all pretty cool. She's a smart, beautiful woman, and she knew herself well enough to find people that matched her. I even became friends with some of them, though I never spoke to them after Krista and them broke up.
Eventually I moved away, as people always do. I didn't think I would see Krista again. Part of me wondered if something might have happened there, but we never spoke about it. It felt like too much work, too much risk for so much potential pain. We fell apart, and I thought that was it.
But then I lost my job. I had to move back to the city.
Luckily for me, Krista was there.
*****
Move-in day was the beginning of my problems.
I barely had anything to move in, but Krista had had a spare bedroom. She promised me that the bed was soft, and there was enough room for me to write at a desk.
When I knocked on the door, Krista greeted me in a bubble-blue bikini top. Her tits were round and perky, and I could tell she'd been working out. She was wearing a loose pair of sweats to go with it, but my head was already buzzing.
"Hey! Welcome!" She smiled and jumped at me for a hug. I hugged her back. I had forgotten how good she was at hugging. Somehow, she pressed her entire body into mine. It felt like she was folded into me. Like she fit just right. I felt every curve and every muscle pressing against my own. I caught a whiff of her hair, some floral scent that I couldn't identify.
I realized then that my cock was hardening, and I promptly decided that this hug needed to end.
"Hi, Krista!" I said, pushing her out by the shoulders. I hoped it was casual. "Thanks again for letting me stay here."
She smiled at me. It lit up her whole face, her high cheekbones lifting like empty rainclouds. Then she looked down, realizing for the first time what she was wearing.
"Shit!" she said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see me like this. I was just working out, and sometimes I get so sweaty, so I-"
I raised a hand. "Don't worry, Krista. Really. It's nothing I haven't seen."
Krista raised an eyebrow playfully. "What d'you mean, nothing you haven't seen? You got nudes of me somewhere that I haven't heard about? Who gave them to you? Was it Bryan?" She feigned false outrage.
"Nah, not Bryan," I said, deciding to play along. "Not sure if I can remember. . . there's been so many, after all." I winked at her.
"You fucker!" she laughed, punching me lightly in the arm. "I'm not as big of a slut as you think I am!"
"You are a slut, though."
"Undoubtedly, yes." She said this last part with utter calm, throwing me off-kilter.
"What?"
"I'm just fucking with you, dummy." She laughed again. "Or am I?" Before I could respond, she continued: "Here, follow me. I'll show you to your room." She waved me down the hall after her. I followed her.
I don't know much for certain, but I'm positive she was wiggling her ass as she walked.
Nobody's butt moves that perfectly.
*****