After about a week living together, I went to the bathroom one night then came back to my room and shut the door. By the time I was in bed, I found the door open. I thought I didn’t close it properly, so I got half-up, reaching my hand and closed it, and went back to bed. It was almost pitch black.
A moment later, the door opens again and someone stood there for a moment before spreading their arm to the nearby switch. I assumed they were trying to turn the light on. The switch in my room, however, is not the light, but it’s the fan.
I could already see a fine, sexy female silhouette, which startled me. The girl living with us doesn’t have such curves, or so I thought. What the heck happened, I wondered while remaining under the cover, holding it in my hands like a terrified child.
Before I keep going in my mind, the light in the bathroom was turned on and the door was closed.
Alright, back to my self-talk.
So…what just happened?
I don’t know. But that was a really hot body.
Well, forget about her body now.
How can I forget and I feel betrayed by my own senses? It’s been more than a week after all and we’re sharing a house, dude. The girl was actually interested in you but she was not your type — character or physical wise. So how do you find her silhouette so appealing now? Are you that horny?
OK, let’s try to forget the body for a moment, please. Why did she come into your room at this time of the night and caused this commotion? Is that a sign she wants me/you? Should we head now and open her room door then stand there in our boxers with a Draw-Me-Like-One-of-Your-French-Girls pose and see what happens?
Is that your dirty mind or your wild imagination?
You mean ‘ours’.
Oh I’m sorry, brainiac.
Man, it was a full 15 minutes of deep thinking in the middle of the night before I took all these unanswered questions to bed. I seriously had zero idea about what could have happened.
The next morning as I’m making coffee, I met my male mate in the kitchen and he had a female guest — a good-looking 20-something girl. I said hello to both, then almost unconsciously spitted it out.
“Did anyone come into my room last night?”
“Yes, it was me. I’m really sorry, I couldn’t find the light and I wanted to go to the bathroom but got lost,” she smilingly said.
“It’s all good. The thing is, I was really confused because I thought it’s her — lowering my voice and pointing to the European woman’s room. And you’re not her — pointing at her curvy physique.
You even turned the fan on and I was quite hot, especially after you came in.
Stories like these put the fun in living on the road and sharing homes with others.
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