The whole idea of a female roommate was a bit odd to Mark. When his first roommate Tom moved out, Mark was in a pretty tough place financially, so he took the first person who inquired about the room. Paige was quiet, neat, and mostly stayed out of his way, so it worked out well.
Mark had been going to business school and needed someone to pay half of his rent. Once he got a good job, though, he had more than enough money and kept Paige as his roommate just out of habit. It was nice to come home to someone sometimes, and Mark didn’t have the time to find a girlfriend because of the insane hours he worked, so it was fun to have someone to see a movie with and occasionally cook for.
Paige was still in school and was very broke. She certainly needed the roommate situation, though even with the low rent, she could barely make ends meet.
Coming home one night, Mark saw his roommate sitting on the couch studying as usual. Paige was pre-med and was working hard to get into medical school. Usually, Mark tended to look at his roommate as a friend, not a close friend, but in the way, a good roommate tends to be. There when you want to hang out and gone when you want to be alone. They had both honed their radar to know when the other needed their space.
Sometimes, like tonight, when Paige was busy and preoccupied and didn’t even notice Mark coming in, she dressed in a very loose t-shirt with nothing under it and some boxer shorts, and Mark was acutely reminded that his roommate was very much a woman. Mark moved around the apartment quietly, trying not to disturb her as she studied. He put away his briefcase and groceries and tried not to stare as she leaned forward, looking at a book, giving him a perfect view down her shirt.
Paige was not a very glamorous girl. She was very focused on being a doctor. She didn’t wear much makeup, she didn’t dress very fancily, but she had a lovely little body. There had been many times when Mark chided himself for letting his eyes linger on her large breasts. As he stood between the living room where she studied and his bedroom, he put a few books away in the bookshelf and found himself hypnotized by the line of her cleavage. Watching her lean forward, even more, he got the slightest glimpse of the pink of her areola before she sat up and looked at him with a start.
“Mark! Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.”
Mark smiled, hoping she didn’t catch him staring at her tits. There was some look in her eyes and maybe a little redness in her cheeks that told him that she might have.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you,” Mark said, trying to ignore the sudden weird tension he felt.
Mark walked into the living room and noticed Paige squirming to pull her shirt down to cover her exposed legs a bit.
“It’s okay. I’ve been at this for around six hours straight. I had to get all these new textbooks, and I’m trying to finish these readings by tomorrow.”
Mark looked at the variety of open books and nodded empathetically.
“Paige, I know you’re busy, but I kind of have to ask you about… the rent.”
She winced and looked away, embarrassed.
“I’ve been cool about it. You usually pay me a week or two late, which is fine… but it’s February 20th, and you still haven’t given me anything. And you are two months behind on your half of the electric.”
She put a bookmark in between the pages she was reading and closed the heavy textbook.
“Yeah. Even used, this book was like $200. I had no idea I would have all these extra expenses like lab fees and photocopies and a million other things. I guess I’m going to have to try and get… a part-time job or something. You’re being really understanding, Mark, really. I’m trying to get some money together, but right now I have around $100 to my name. I wish I could give you something, but I don’t have it.”
She sniffled a little, and Mark felt guilty for bringing it up.
“If you need me… I mean… If you have to kick me out or whatever…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She had no money, and her parents lived far away and gave her what they could. Her scholarship money only went so far.
Mark cleared his throat. He didn’t want her out, but he couldn’t exactly let her live there for free.
“I don’t want you to move out. I don’t know what to do exactly. Listen, let’s give it a couple of weeks and see what you can pull together. Maybe you can give me a little, and we can work the rest out.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes.
Four days later, he came home to find her asleep on the couch surrounded by books. He wondered if he should wake her, but thought better of it. As he put his things away, he noticed that she was once again wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tiny shorts. The t-shirt had ridden up as she slept and exposed a bit of her stomach, and the way she was sleeping, her legs and thighs were exposed as well. There was something about the position that made Mark stare, though he knew he shouldn’t.
The curve of her leg, her knee, then the smoothness of her thigh leading up to her ass … also leading up to that point between her legs. As she shifted in her sleep, her legs moved a little more apart, and he could see up the leg of her shorts a bit, catching a glimpse at a little patch of pink underwear.
“Damn, it’s been too long since I had a girlfriend,” he thought to himself.
He didn’t notice her eyes fluttering open as he stood there, holding his open briefcase, ogling her half-naked body.
He nearly jumped.
“Oh, uh, hi. I…” He looked down at his briefcase and then turned around, putting things away.
“I… uh… I just came in, and I was totally zoning out. I just worked like 13 hours,” he said quickly.
Looking up, she gave him the strangest look. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he thought his best bet was going to his room, quietly relieving this sexual tension, and going to sleep as quickly as possible.
A week after that, Mark came home to find his roommate once again asleep on the couch. This time the sight made his jaw clench and his pants tighten. She wore a smaller shirt, not like the oversized things he’d been accustomed to seeing. This was a tank top that was very low cut in the front. What was even more provocative was the fact that she was wearing only that top and a pair of panties.
She was curled up in a ball on the couch, which gave him a perfect view of her ass. He wanted her badly. He wanted to curl up next to her and spoon her and slip his arm around her and cup her breast. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her.
He went to his room quickly this time; he didn’t want to get caught starring at her again, especially when she was nearly naked.
In his room, he paced and went over and over again in his head the details of her body. He didn’t know why it had taken so long to notice how hot she was. He had been so focused on being a good roommate, staying out of her way, working hard; he never took the time to see how sexy she was.
Mark sat down on his bed and stroked the hardness under his pants. He had to forget this. He knew his best bet was jerking off and going to bed. He thought about going out to take one more peek, but he laughed at himself. He was a grown man, and he was going to start playing Peeping Tom in his own house.
Just then, a knock came from his door. It opened without him responding.
Paige stood there in the tank top and the panties with a sleepy look in her eyes. She walked in and closed the door behind her.
“I thought I heard you come in. I wanted to talk to you.” Her voice was low. She looked nervous.
“Oh, yeah. Hope I didn’t wake you.”
She shrugged. He could see the tips of her nipples hard under the shirt. He tried not to devour every inch of her with his eyes.
“It’s about the rent, Mark.”
Mark tried to keep his eyes on hers and not on her body.
“You’ve been really good about the rent and stuff. I’m really not doing well financially. I know you are. You could probably just pay the rent easily yourself, but we both know that’s not fair.”
She moved towards him slowly, standing in front of him and blushing a deep red.
“I’ve been thinking about some other arrangement we could come up with where I could pay you my share… maybe in a different way.”
Mark opened his mouth, but couldn’t figure out what to say. He thought he knew where she was going with this, but he knew it couldn’t be. He thought he must not have been understanding her.
“I’ve lived here for just over a year, and I’ve seen that you are trustworthy and a very good person. I know you work hard. Really hard all week and on weekends too.” She knelt down in front of him and looked up with doe eyes.
“Maybe instead of rent, you could use someone to help you. You know…” She bit her lip and batted her eyes. “A girl to just use and fuck. Someone to suck your cock when you get home.”
She reached up and undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and stared into his eyes as she pulled out his hard cock.
“Do you think that would be worth rent? I could do it a lot. I could be like a live-in slut for you. Would that be okay?”
She moved in, and he felt her hot breath on his cock. It was so hard it was painful. It had been so long since he’d gotten a blow job. When her mouth enveloped him, he groaned loudly, and his eyes closed.
She sucked him perfectly. She got his cock wet and jerked him off while she sucked. The pressure was making him crazy. The whole thing was too much, and he felt himself edging towards an orgasm very quickly.
“I’m… it’s…” he tried to say, but he was already coming.
She kept going, faster, sucking hard and long. She sucked him as he came, the feeling of her hot mouth on him when the orgasm his was almost too much. He loved the feel of her continuing to suck after he came. Every muscle in his body relaxed, and he fell back onto the bed. Soon he felt her crawling next to him and whispering in his ear.
“So? What do you think?”
He smiled at her, thinking. There had always been something so straightforward about Paige; even now, the look in her eyes showed that she was hot, horny, and probably wet, but still considering it a business arraignment. Mark, now realizing the implications of the step she just took, pondered the situation. As he did, his cock grew hard.
“Well, as nice as that was, you owe me a lot of money. If you want to start this kind of arrangement, I’m going to need a lot more than a blow job.”
She climbed onto his bed and turned around, and then pulled down her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She looked back at him from her position on her hands and knees.
Mark turned and knelt in front of her waiting body. His cock hard as his mind raced with possibilities.
“I’m willing to be your live-in slut,” she said matter of factly, as she arched her back and exposed everything to him.
Mark smiled, realizing this was a lot more than a useful business arrangement for her. He grabbed her ass and slid his still wet cock head against the wetness of her. She purred and whined.
“Twice a week? Anything I want. Anywhere I want.”
She nodded quickly, reaching back and squeezing her ass and looking at him, her eyes glazed over with lust.
As he slipped in and groaned at the heat of her, he whispered, “Then we can talk about the electric and cable bills.”