*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Veronica 'Ronnie' Hunter and Vanessa Hunt were supposed to rent the two bedroom apartment together. Ronnie had already put down the first and last month's rent and the security deposit when Vanessa accused Ronnie of drinking and refused to move in with Ronnie.
So Ronnie put out the word that she was looking for a roommate. She put out the word at PC Nation, where she was employed. She put out the word at her DeGarde CDU After-Care meetings, studiously ignoring Vanessa's hostile glares. She put out the word at the two Alcoholics Anonymous meetings she attended.
"Bitch, don't think nobody can smell it on you," Vanessa shrilly accused. "No matter what they tell you? You can smell vodka on your breath."
"Ladies," Dr. Whitmore tried to get control of the After-Care meeting.
"And I keep telling you, I ain't drinking," Ronnie shrilled back. "But uh, maybe instead of worrying 'bout MY program? Maybe might want take a look at YOUR program, huh?"
"Ladies, again," Dr. Whitmore said. "We're here to support one another, not tear one another down, all right?"
Laci Dejanovich, an administrative assistant at the PC Nations Data Center put out the word on the employee newsletter that she was looking for a roommate. Ronnie contacted Laci at her PC Nations email and Laci agreed to look at the apartment.
"Yes, my boyfriend?" Laci said, accent making her soft voice sound slightly hard, guttural. "He is unemployed bum and thinks I should work all day, come home, cook dinner for him, then suck his little pee-pee for him too."
"Men," Ronnie smiled, brushing her dark curly hair out of her deep brown eyes. "So, where are you from?"
"Elgee, right there," Laci smiled a mischievous little smile, pointing toward Elgee, Louisiana.
"Huh?" Ronnie asked, mouth open in surprise.
"No, no," Laci giggled, grabbing Ronnie's small hands in her small hands. "I am from Poland. Little town Trimblin. But don't worry. Unlike border? I am legal alien; I have papers. I am here legally. Ice will not be coming in middle of the night drag me away."
Laci approved of the eight by ten foot room and the small bathroom that would be hers. She also nodded with satisfaction as she looked at the small kitchen. She walked with Ronnie to the apartment manager's office and filled out a lease application.
The next day, Ronnie came home and found that Laci had moved in. Laci's room now held a small bed, a desk and computer and printer and three bookcases, filled with books.
"I am going to pool," Laci announced, coming out of the bathroom, startling Ronnie.
Ronnie looked at the woman's bathing suit. It consisted of a strap across Laci's nipples and a swatch of cloth between Laci's legs, and across Laci's narrow hips, barely covering Laci's pubic mound.
Flinging a beach towel over her shoulder, Laci walked to the door of Apartment 114. Her knee length brown hair was done in a long ponytail, so Ronnie could see Laci's nicely rounded buttocks, separated by a thin strips of white cloth.
Ronnie's chest was a 32DD, her waist was 28 inches around, and her hips were 33 inches around.
Standing at five feet, four inches, she was two inches taller than her new roommate. But Ronnie was sure Laci's chest was equal to her own, if not slightly larger. Laci's waist nipped in nicely before flaring out to her rounded hips, well rounded backside.
At the door, Laci gave Ronnie a smile, then left the apartment. Ronnie decided to go to the pool as well.
Ronnie's own bikini was two postage stamps and a Band-Aid. Looking in the full length mirror she'd hung on the back of her closet door, Ronnie decided she looked pretty good.
"Oh good, please, put lotion on me," Laci demanded when Ronnie stepped into the small courtyard that held the apartment's pool and pool furniture.
Lacy lay on her belly, top completely undone. When she rose up on her elbows, Ronnie could see part of Laci's round breasts. She also saw Laci's dark areole, saw that they were quite large indeed.
Ronnie took the tube of lotion and squirted some into her hand. She smoothed the lotion onto Laci's back, marveling at how soft the other woman's skin was. She could also feel the tense muscles underneath the soft flesh. She could feel the warmth of Laci's skin as she smoothed the lotion over Laci's narrow back.
"Your hands are nice," Laci purred.
"Thanks," Ronnie managed to squeak.
Laci smiled, settling back down. Ronnie placed the tube onto the concrete next to Laci's chaise lounge, and dropped her towel onto the lounger next to Laci's lounger.
Ronnie dove into the water and gasped. The water was quite chilly, even though the sun had been warming it much of the afternoon. It also had a very heavy odor and taste of chlorine.
She swam briskly back and forth, then slowed her pace and paddled languidly. As she paddled, Ronnie looked at her new roommate. It appeared as if Laci had fallen asleep, face on her crossed arms. Her phenomenal breasts were on display from Ronnie's angle of vision. As was Laci's beautiful backside. In fact, from this angle, it looked like Laci's backside was completely bare; Ronnie could not see the thin scrap of cloth separating Laci's buttocks.
Ronnie was glad she was in the water; otherwise, she'd have no way to explain the wet crotch of her bikini. The water was quite cold, which would explain her hard nipples.
An older woman came out of an apartment just as Laci fastened her bikini top and rolled onto her stomach. The blonde woman entered, nodded politely and dove in before Ronnie could warn the woman of the cold condition of the water. Both swam in the overly chlorinated water for a few moments.
"Ronnie, please do my back again?" Laci called out.
Again, Laci was on her belly, bikini top undone. Ronnie got out of the water and padded over to Laci. She picked up the tube and squirted a dollop of the now quite warm goo into her hand.
"Mm, your hands are nice," Laci purred.
After a while, the neighbor left. Ronnie then got out of the pool and lay on the lounger next to Laci's lounger. For several long moments, the two lay in companionable silence.
"I'm hungry," Laci finally said. "Is it all right if I use your pots and pans?"
"Huh?" Ronnie roused from her light slumber. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah, sure."
"My sister. She got the pots and pans; she is married," Laci said, again fastening her bikini top before sitting up. "Good pots too. Nice, ceramic."
She gathered her towel and suntan lotion. Ronnie sluggishly got to her feet and followed Laci out of the small courtyard.
""Mother says, 'you get married? I buy you good pots too' but I just think, 'why do I need marriage? For some pots? I will buy my own,'" Laci giggled as she used her key to open the apartment door. "And now? I am saving money living with you; I will buy my own someday."
Laci found some chicken she'd set in the refrigerator to defrost and quickly, efficiently made dinner. She invited Ronnie to share the meal and Ronnie gladly agreed.
Laci had not changed out of her bikini as she cooked and sat at the small table still wearing the skimpy attire.
"Shame you're going have that thin stripe right across your boobs," Ronnie said, liberally salting her meal.
"Hmm?" Laci asked, watching Ronnie's aggressive salting of her food.
"Your bikini. You're going have a thin stripe where it was," Ronnie said, pointing to her own chest to indicate what she meant.
"Hmm? Oh, no, this is tan through suit," Laci smiled and pulled the top down, exposing her silver dollar sized brown areolae and tightly crinkled nipples.
Her flesh, still slightly shiny from suntan lotion, was an even light brown tan, no lines showing. Ronnie stared at Laci's large breasts and large nipples.
"I uh," Ronnie stammered.
"In fact, it is good you said this," Laci said, making no move to cover her breasts from view. "I, when it is just you and me? Is it, are you all right if I do not wear clothing?"
"I, what do you mean?" Ronnie asked, taking a big gulp of her iced tea.
"I mean, if we have the company? Then I would have clothes on, but when it is just you and me?" Laci asked.
"I uh, yeah, I uh, I mean, this uh, this is your place too, right?" Ronnie stammered, flushing hotly.
"Right," Laci nodded decidedly, causing her ponytail to bounce. "I am rent payer; it is my place too."
Ronnie watched as Laci wiggled in her chair. Then Laci put two scraps of cloth onto the chair to her left. Ronnie looked at the scraps, seeing that Laci had looped bikini top and bottom over the railing of the chair.
When she finished her meal, Laci stood. Ronnie's eyes went from Laci's rounded breasts to Laci's pussy. She blinked at the sight of Laci's hairless mound, the deep furrow splitting the mound, and the slightly dark inner lips that peeked through the deep furrow.
With a smile, Laci entered the kitchen and put plate and silverware into the small dishwasher. She then padded to her bathroom and shut the door.
Finishing her own meal, Ronnie cleaned the pot that Laci had used. Just as she was putting the pot into the cabinet, Laci's toilet flushed.
Ronnie looked over as the nude Laci opened the door of her bathroom. She could not help but smile when Laci smiled happily and approached.
