Nude Roommate

4 Stars »Awesome Book, fantastic Stories.«
5 Stars »Coool.«

There was no Nudity in our small shared flat. Everything was normal until Eric moved out. Then a lot has changed. Well, strictly speaking, not directly because he moved out, but because he passed on his room to a quite remarkable contemporary. Her name was Irina and she also seemed quite normal – at first…

Her name was Irina and at first she seemed completely normal to us. With us I mean the left-over apartment ‘inmates’ Karin, Elisa, Peter and myself, Ralf. Just a regular shared apartment, as normal as any living arrangement of this kind can be when it consists of three singles and one woman, who likes to do her lover four to ten times a week – loudly. Elisa truly was without inhibitions and luckily her room was at the end of the hallway, otherwise this story would probably be about her escapades, told in a significantly more furious tone. But as it is now, there are others who plan to tell stories of Elisa’s moans, and I will be the one telling some tales of our newbie Irina, who moved in when spring came along.

One day, she stood in front of our door and told us she was Eric’s backup, grinning wickedly as she did so. I can still see her standing there, in her flower-patterned shirt that fell over her dark blue leggings, her dark, shoulder-length hair that was tied in two funny ponytails and stood wildly from her head. I was a little perplexed but asked her to come in. She took off her shoes at the door like a good girl, revealed her bare feet and came inside.

Eric had been gone for several days and his room was empty. I asked her if she’d even seen the room yet. I heard that she’d visited Eric a while back. Eric wasn’t exactly lazy when it came to picking up women, and so I could imagine that she knew his room, but maybe hadn’t yet seen it in daylight. I grinned a little.

»Not what you think« she laughed and pushed me to the side. »Maybe not« she added with a flirty pout.

I opened the room and she walked in like she already owned the place.

»You have anything yet? Like a rent agreement?«, I asked her.

»How do you manage that stuff?«, she replied and I explained how we usually did things around here.

The day after, a gigantic matrass rang the doorbell. I opened and that humungous thing stood there.

»Help me?«, the matrass said. I grabbed it and tried my hardest to maneuver the thing into our hallway, and since I knew that matrasses generally didn’t speak much, I had a feeling that Irina was literally behind the action. We lugged the matrass through the hallway and let it bang to the floor in her room.

»Thanks« she said breathlessly.

»What the hell kind of thing is that?«, I panted. She took off her shoes and threw herself down on the matrass. Lying on the stomach she grinned at me: »Only a woman is more comfortable to lie on. Trust me, I know that?« A really sweet and lively thing, I thought to myself. How agile she was indeed, wasn’t even starting to dawn on me at that point.

»Can I help you?«, I asked in the hope that everything was already taken care of and that I would receive a small reward for the drudgery.

»Yeah..?«, she made a thoughtful face. Crap!, I spontaneously thought.

»But the rest is just small stuff that’s already up there?« Whew, you're in luck.

So, I disappeared into my room and after a while Irina waddled back toward the apartment door and came back a few minutes later with a large duffel bag. Then out again, in again, this time with two suitcases. Silence, finally digging and fumbling. Aha, she was tidying up. The room was furnished with a wardrobe and Eric had left two shelves on the wall.

Wild lust and entertaining irony in more than 8.000 words on more than 50 hot pages.