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My name is Bob and I've been living alone in a large two bedroom apartment for the past two years. I am single and am enjoying my life. I have a great three day a week job, which pays well. I am active in the local gym, enjoy bicycling and going out with my friends. I am also an avid nudist.
I was checking out the bulletin at the local Safeway, when I decided to place an ad for a roommate.
Looking for roommate - male or female
21y to 35y non smoker non alcohol
Not offended by nudist lifestyle.
Call for interview.
A few days after I placed my ad, I got a call from a woman who left her number and the following message.
"Hi, my name is Mildred. My son saw your ad and I'm interested in speaking with you about renting a room. Please call me at ###-####."
With all kinds of strange ideas about the call running through my mind, I called Mildred.
It turned out, Mildred's son Michael a high school graduate had been accepted to San Francisco State and was due to begin classes in 3 weeks. Since he lived across the bay with his parents, they thought it best if he found a place to rent during the week and come home on weekends and holidays. Michael had just turned 19 a few days ago.
The more she told me about Michael the more I kept thinking this wouldn't be a good match. I told her that at 32 I was a lot older than Michael and I wasn't interested in having a teenager as a roommate, especially one going to collage.
She pleaded with me, telling me how she would feel much more comfortable knowing her baby was with someone older and mature. She didn't want him living in the dorm or off campus with kids his age because of her fear of drugs. Somehow in our lengthy conversation, the subject of my being a nudist never came up.
The call ended with us setting a date for Michael to come over Thursday afternoon for an interview.
Thursday, Michael arrived on time. I answered the door wearing a tank top and my cycling shorts. Michael turned out to be a nice looking kid, well mannered and looking forward to college. We spoke at length about him and his expectations. It turned out he was a quiet kid with few friends; he didn't do drugs or alcohol and didn't have a girlfriend. He was looking forward to moving away from home and going to college.
I asked him if he had told his mom I was a nudist.
She doesn't know, he answered.
What do you think she'll say when she finds out? I asked.
She won't unless you tell her. Look Bob, I really want to live here. It's close to school and my parents will pay the rent, I won't be bringing friends over and having parties, I'll be too busy studying and I really don't mind if you're a nudist.
I don't know why, call me crazy, but I agreed to take him on as a roommate. I gave him a key to the apartment and he handed me a check for 3 months rent. Next thing I know, he's outside collecting stuff from his car to bring in. That Sunday when I got home from work, I noticed Michael had been in and fixed up his room. Michael left me a note letting me know he would be back next Saturday. His mother wanted to meet me and if I could be home, we could all go out to dinner.
His mother turned out to be a nice looking woman in her forties. We talked mostly about Michael and his future. Michaels father was a car salesman and owned several dealerships in the East Bay, which kept him busy and her and Michael alone most of the time. She assured me she wasn't one of those mothers who would be calling all the time or worse yet come over unexpectedly. But she did give me her private number and asked me to call her anytime, especially if Michael was trouble or I felt he needed her.
After dinner Michael and his mother dropped me off at the apartment. Michael told me he'd be back Sunday afternoon. The rest of the week was uneventful for me.
Sunday morning, I got up early and went riding with some of my friends. I told them about my new roommate. They thought I was crazy to have such a young roommate. Teasing me, one of them called me Daddy Bob. We ate lunch and on the way home, I started having second thoughts about my new roommate situation. What if he turned out to be a momma's boy or got into trouble and then his parents would blame me. Damn! I should have run this through my friends two weeks ago.
I arrived home tired. I took a long hot shower and went to my room laid down on my bed and took a nap. Sleeping soundly, I woke up with the queerest feeling. I saw Michael standing in the doorway of my room. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he said he was sorry and left. I sat up scooting to the edge of the bed. Realizing I was naked, I thought to my self, that little bugger had been standing there looking at me.
Needing to pee, I got up and went to the bathroom. Not in the habit of closing doors, Michael walked past and saw me naked taking a piss. Chuckling to myself and thinking nudity was new to him, I should just act normal and let him get used to me. I went back to my room and put on a pair of cycling shorts and went to the kitchen to fix my self a cup of hot tea.
