The Roommate Ch 1

Chapter One

Emma heard a knock on her apartment door and slowly rose from where she had been sitting in front of the small table fan in the kitchen. It was about half way through August and the entire building’s air conditioning was broken. Which seeing as it was the middle of the afternoon and about 103 degrees outside meant that Emma was hot, sweaty, and very miserable. Emma had long blond hair that fell halfway down her back. An avid jogger as long as the outside temperature wasn’t in the triple digits, she was thin and lean. At the moment she was only wearing a pair of mini shorts and a sports bra.

As her visitor knocked again Emma quickly ran through a list in her head of whom it could be while she walked to her door. She hoped it was someone responding to one of the fliers she had left all over the college she would be attending offering to rent out the second bedroom in her apartment. It had been two weeks now and so far no one had responded. Emma had reminded herself that the semester was still almost a month away, but the fact remanded that she could only pay the rent for a few months on her own.

As Emma reached for the doorknob she hoped that if it was an answer to her flier it was a guy. A gay guy. Emma hoped for this because she herself was very gay. Had been all her life. Emma figured if she got a girl, straight or otherwise, she’d eventually want to jump her. And if she got a guy, and he liked girls, then he’d probably want to jump her. As Emma saw it the only way to ovoid one or the other party wanting to screw the other ones brains out was if her roommate was male and only liked cocks.

Emma opened the door. Well, she had no idea if the person standing before her was gay, but they certainly weren’t male.

The girl standing before her was about her age with shoulder length chestnut hair. She was slightly taller then Emma and just as fit. Almost immediately Emma noticed two things about her. First, her tits appeared to be firm, perky, and while not overly large, her rack was defiantly nothing to be ashamed of. If Emma had to guess she’d say a small to medium C cup.

Secondly, every inch of her exposed skin glistened with sweat. And seeing as her outfit was almost exactly the same as Emma’s, the only difference being that her shorts went down to the top of her knees and she was wearing sandals, she had a whole hell of a lot of exposed skin.

“Are you Emma Cox?” the girl asked.

“Ah, yeah.”

The girl smiled. “I’m Evone Backers. I’m hear in answer to your flyer,” she said holding one of them up.

Emma didn’t know whether to scream with joy or despair, so instead she just motioned for Evone to come in.

“Sorry I didn’t call in advance, but I don’t really have a phone, and it just seemed easier-”

“It’s okay,” Emma said. “It’s not like I was doing anything. Anyway, it’s not that big, this is the living room, over there is the kitchen, there’s a hallway over here, the first door on the left is a closet, the second is the bathroom, and the two doors on the right are the bedrooms. The first one is mine, so if you moved in the second will be yours.”

Evone looked around. “Air conditioning?”

Emma winced. “Out of commission. I’ve talked to the building’s supervisor, but it could be a while.