Living With My Redhead Nurse Roommate

Jake had been living alone in the second-floor apartment in Somerville for almost a year after his last roommate took a job out west. The place was perfect—two decent bedrooms, a living room that caught the afternoon light, a kitchen big enough for real cooking, and a porch that looked out over a small park. The rent, though, was brutal for one person on a technical writer’s salary. He put an ad up online looking for a new roommate, expecting the usual parade of smokers, pet owners, or guys who seemed like they would leave dishes in the sink for weeks.

Megan’s email stood out. She was an ER nurse in Boston, her previous roommate was getting married and taking over their old place, and she needed somewhere quiet with an easy commute. He set up a viewing for a Saturday afternoon.

She showed up right on time. Jake opened the door and had to look up—rare for him at six-four. Megan was maybe two inches shorter, with wavy red hair that fell past her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a smile that hit him like a physical thing. She wore simple jeans and a fitted tee that showed a lean, athletic frame. Long legs, flat stomach, modest but high breasts. When she turned to look at the living room he caught the curve of her ass and felt a jolt he immediately tried to ignore.

They walked through the place. She liked the natural light, the off-street parking, the fact that the bathroom had a decent shower. She mentioned she worked long shifts—three twelves in a row sometimes—and then had several days off. He explained his job writing manuals and newsletters for a tech company, mostly from home or the office a short T ride away. References checked out. He offered her the room. She moved in the first weekend of May with a twin bed, a battered dresser, boxes of clothes and nursing textbooks, and almost nothing else.

At first they were careful. Jake had always wandered the apartment in boxers or less, especially in the evenings. Now he kept a t-shirt and shorts on. Megan was polite about closed doors and personal space. They shared the occasional dinner—pizza, takeout Thai, whatever was easy after her shifts—and slowly started talking. She was funny, sharp, and completely unpretentious. He found himself looking forward to the nights she was home.

By early June the apartment was already hot. No central air, just a couple of window fans that pushed warm air around. They both started wearing less. Megan favored tiny running shorts and thin tank tops. Her legs seemed endless. The shorts cupped her ass perfectly. The tanks clung to her small breasts and sometimes showed the outline of her nipples when the fabric got damp from the heat. Jake tried not to stare. He failed more often than he succeeded.

They started running together in the evenings, three or four miles through the neighborhood. One particularly humid night they came back soaked. Megan headed for the shower first. Jake was in the kitchen draining a glass of water when she stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel held in front of her. They nearly collided. She turned quickly toward her room and the towel shifted just enough for him to see the full, perfect shape of her bare ass—tight, round, dimpled, and pale against the rest of her lightly freckled skin.

“Holy shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

She glanced over her shoulder, laughed once, and disappeared into her room. Jake went into the bathroom with a raging hard-on, stripped off his sweaty clothes, and jerked off under the cool water thinking about that ass. It took less than a minute.

Later at the neighborhood bar over Sam Adams they sat in awkward silence until Jake finally apologized. Megan just smiled that brilliant smile.

“You said holy shit, so I’m guessing you got a good look at my ass.”

He admitted it. She asked what he used to wear around the apartment before she moved in. Boxers or less, he said. She told him about her old place—two nurses coming home from shifts full of blood and bodily fluids, stripping the second they walked in the door, walking around in bikini bottoms or nothing at all until they showered. Her roommate’s fiancé had moved in and never complained.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “Living with the opposite sex means we’re both adjusting and both curious. It’s stupid. Let’s just get it over with.”

Jake didn’t understand until they got home. Megan stood in the living room and said they should strip right there, right then. Full nudity. No more wondering, no more accidental glimpses, no more tension. Just see everything and then live however they wanted.

He thought she was joking. She wasn’t. She pulled her shirt off, then her sports bra, then shoved her shorts and pink bikini bottoms down in one motion. Jake stared. Her breasts were small, firm, with almost no areola and tiny dark nipples already tight. Flat, hard stomach with a silver navel ring. A full, fiery bush of red and strawberry-blond curls that framed a neat slit. She turned slowly so he could see that ass again—perfect, muscular, each cheek with a soft dimple.

“Your turn,” she said.

Jake stripped. His cock was already half-hard from the sight of her. Megan looked him over without flinching, eyes lingering on his thick shaft and the heavy balls underneath. She made him turn so she could see his ass, then laughed and high-fived him.

“Holy shit,” she said, mocking him. They both cracked up.

There were no rules after that. If either of them wanted to be naked, they were naked. Most evenings after that they were both bare. Jake would sit on the couch writing on his laptop while Megan padded around the kitchen making tea or reading nursing journals on the floor, her red bush and pale ass on full display. His cock spent a lot of time hard. She noticed and never pretended not to. Sometimes she would stretch on the rug with her legs open just enough for him to see the pink folds inside her curls. He would stroke himself slowly while she watched from the corner of her eye.

One night after a run she asked him what he thought of her pussy. He nearly choked on his beer. She was standing in front of him completely naked, legs slightly apart, the thick red thatch catching the light.

“It’s beautiful,” he said honestly. “But it’s your body.”

She told him her sister kept pushing her to shave it all off. Megan didn’t want bald, but she wanted it trimmed shorter and narrower. She couldn’t get it even herself. Would he help?

Jake’s cock went fully hard instantly. They moved to his queen bed. He spread a towel. Megan lay back with her legs open and handed him scissors. He ran his fingers through the soft, silky hair first, feeling the heat of her cunt underneath. She put his hand flat against her and told him to enjoy it one last time before it changed. He did—slow strokes through the curls, the tips of his fingers brushing her outer lips. She was already wet. A soft moan slipped out of her.

He trimmed carefully, then used an electric trimmer for evenness. The vibration made her hips twitch. When the bulk was gone he spread shaving cream and used a safety razor to shape a neat vertical strip about an inch and a half wide. She pulled her knees back so he could shave her taint and the edges of her outer lips. Her pink inner folds were swollen and glistening. Her clit peeked out from under its hood. Jake’s cock leaked a steady bead of precum onto the towel.

When he finished she held a hand mirror between her legs and examined the new look. “I sprung a leak,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re not the only one turned on.”

She kissed his cheek and went for a cold shower. Jake cleaned up with a raging hard-on and a serious case of blue balls.

Her sister Sally visited the next weekend. They agreed to wear clothes while she was there. Sally looked almost exactly like Megan—same height, same lean body, same red hair, same phenomenal ass—but her breasts were a little fuller and her pussy was already completely smooth. The two of them shared Jake’s bed while he took Megan’s twin. One night Megan came in wearing only a thin t-shirt and pink bikini bottoms to get her vibrator from the nightstand. She crawled over him. His hand accidentally landed on her breast; he felt the hard nipple through the fabric and froze. She didn’t pull away immediately. When she noticed the tent in the sheet she put her hand on it, squeezed once, and whispered that she was sorry but she couldn’t do anything about it right then.

Jake listened to the two sisters giggling and moaning through the wall and almost lost his mind.

After Sally left, the clothing-optional rule returned immediately. The heat made it practical as much as erotic. They talked more openly. Megan admitted she sometimes came home late because she had fucked a married doctor with a massive cock in unused exam rooms at the hospital. She described the size in detail—thick, long, the way it stretched her cunt and made her sore for days. She also told him about Gina, a woman she had started seeing, how Gina could eat pussy better than anyone she had ever met. Jake was hurt and turned on at the same time. Megan said she loved him, but not in a way that made fucking him safe for their friendship. She didn’t want to ruin what they had.

Still, she started helping him. One night during a movie she slid her hand onto his cock and stroked him until he came hard across his stomach. She cleaned him with a warm washcloth, kissed his cheek, and went to bed. After that it became regular. Sometimes she would sit between his legs on the couch and work his shaft with both hands while describing in filthy detail what Gina did to her cunt with her tongue. Other nights she would straddle his thigh naked and grind her freshly trimmed pussy against him until she came, leaving a wet streak on his skin, then finish him with her hand.

Labor Day weekend Sally came back. This time Megan told her about the nude living arrangement. Sally said she was fine with it. The three of them went out for beers and burgers. Walking home Jake put a hand on each sister’s ass. Megan let him slide his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and inside her panties so his palm rested on bare skin. Sally noticed and demanded the same treatment. By the time they reached the apartment Jake was hard enough to hurt.

Inside, Megan showered first and came out naked. Sally watched Jake strip completely, her eyes fixed on his cock. Then she showered and returned in a sports bra and bikini bottoms. Megan and Jake decided that was too much clothing. They chased Sally around the living room, laughing, and finally got her onto Jake’s bed. They tickled her until she stopped fighting and peeled the bra off, then the bottoms. Her breasts were fuller than Megan’s, nipples just as dark and tight. Her pussy was completely bare, the lips smooth and puffy. Jake ran his fingers over the soft mound and along her slit. She was already wet. She rolled onto her stomach and told him to rub her ass the way he had on the walk home.

Later the three of them ended up in the bed together. Sally and Megan lay on either side of Jake’s hips and examined his cock in detail—the thick head, the prominent vein, the heavy balls. Megan stroked him while Sally cupped his sac. They took turns licking the precum from the tip. Then Megan wrapped her lips around the head and sucked while Sally licked up and down the shaft. Jake came hard, shooting across both their tongues. They kissed each other with his cum still in their mouths, then cleaned him carefully.

That night Sally stayed in Jake’s bed. Megan went to her own room after giving him a long, slow handjob. Sally climbed on top of him the second the door closed, rubbed her smooth cunt along his cock until she was dripping, then sank down onto him in one smooth motion. She was tight and hot and soaked. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, whispering how good his thick cock felt stretching her. Jake flipped her onto her back and fucked her deep, grinding against her clit until she came with a sharp cry. He pulled out and came on her stomach and bare mound. She scooped the cum up with two fingers and licked them clean while looking him in the eye.