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I knew things were looking dire at work, but I hadn’t expected shit to hit the fan quite so quickly and suddenly. I wondered we still had time to change things round. But when I turned up in the morning, and half the office was missing, while the other half ran around like headless chickens shredding stuff it hit me hard.

I didn’t even bother looking for Mr Johnston and confirm with him; I took one look around the place, turned back around, got in my car and just started driving. Questions like what am I gonna do? How do I get another job? What do I tell Corben? Niggle at the back of my mind, but I cannot focus on any of them. It’s as if I’ve been submerged underwater and I no longer know which way is up.

*

“Don’t worry, it’s only me!” I call out as I open the door.

I don’t know if Corben is in his room or not, otherwise he’ll be in our shared kitchen-diner-living room. Corben is a content creator, so he works from home. I don’t know much about his work, even though I could easily look him up, it seems too much like prying, as if I were to cross some personal boundary. But he must do well enough as sometimes people recognise his name when I tell them Corben York is my roommate, and suddenly seem a lot more interested in my life, or to be more exact my relationship with him. He also at all times pays his rent on time, although I could never ask him to cover my distribute while I look for another job.

“Kaye, Shit!” I hear Corben cursing behind me.

I turn to see Corben standing in the middle of kitchen area completely naked. He quickly grabs a teatowel and tries to wrap it round his waist. But it’s too late, I’ve already caught a glance of his flaccid penis hanging between his legs.

“Shit!” I echo him as I quickly turn away.

“Kaye I thought you were at work? What are you doing home?” I can hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I’m covered now. It’s safe to look.”

Hesitantly I turn. He’s holding the little teatowel with daisies on up against his naked crotch, it’s too small to wrap around. The rest of him is still naked, but I’ve seen him topless before so it’s not really anything I haven’t seen before. Even so, I make a mental note to burn the town later, and make a conscientious effort to look him in the eyes.

“I came home early.” I’m not in the mood right now to be having a conversation with a naked man in my kitchen about losing my job. “Why are you naked?”

“I’m always naked.” I frown. “When you’re at work, of course.”

“Do you make your videos in the nude?”

“No, just when I’m editing. And thinking. It really helps get the creative juices flowing.”

“But not just in your room – you walk about like this?”

“Well I’m not going to keep taking my clothes on and off whenever I go to the kitchen.”

“Eeww. Corben that’s where we eat!”

“Look, I don’t rub my junk on everything. You’re already at work when I wake up, so I have a shower, put some deodorant on, then come through to the kitchen and have breakfast.”

“Do you sit at the table?”

“I’m not going to eat in my room am I, that’s how you get ants.”

“What about the sofa?”

“No, but sometimes the armchair.”

He points at the faded armchair in corner of the room with the blanket my aunt had made for me as a housewarming gift. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Like I said I always shower, and never do it when you’re home. And you’ve never noticed before. It’s not like you’ve ever said to me before ‘Corben have you noticed how the house smells of ass?'”

“It’s the principal,” I snap huffley. I then turn around and march to my bedroom, before he can say anymore. He’s made some fair points and it’s not like I haven’t walked around naked when Corben hasn’t been home. But he had caught me off guard and I have had enough surprises for one day.

Once I’ve closed the door, not slamming it, but shutting it hard enough to make my point, I finally kick my shoes off. It’s only 10am so it’s too early to begin drinking, even if I am unemployed and depressed, but a nice shower might help calm my nerves. Luckily for me my bedroom has an ensuite.

Unzipping my dress, I wriggle out of it, letting it drop onto the floor. As I do, I catch sight of my reflection in the full length mirror. I’ve been under a lot of stress the past couple of months and have lost a lot of weight. My hip bones stick out at a harsh angle and my bra looks a little too big for me. Frowning, I reach round to unclasp it and slide off my knickers so that I am now standing completely naked in my room, just like Corben had been when I walked in.

My curtains are open, but I’m standing far back from the window and my bedroom overlooks the back yard, so I’m confident no one should be looking in. But I don’t really care – Corben is right, it is freeing.

Uninvited images of Corben walking about the kitchen fills my head. His toned body, his round, tight cheeks wiggling about, his girthy cock rising and growing between his thighs… I shake my head. It won’t do me any good thinking of Corben that way. He’s off limits.

Is he still naked out there, strutting about the place? I’ve been so preoccupied with work that it has been so long since I’ve felt any release. I don’t even want to think how long it has been since I’ve felt the touch of a man. That must be what’s gotten me all riled up. Well I’ve got plenty of time now…

I hear the sound of Corben’s bedroom door closing. No doubt he’s got his headphones on, either editing or listening to music, like he normally does. Sometimes it can be hard to get his attention when he’s in his room. He cannot hear me knocking or calling his name. I could be throwing a rave in the living room, and he’d never know.

Laying down on my bed, I open my bedside drawer and pull out my long discarded vibrator. It buzzes to life with full power when I switch on – I must have charged it after last use.

Pressing the buzzing toy up against my clit, I feel that initial jolt of pleasure shooting up through my body as I grip the bedsheets, and bite back a moan. I close my eyes, and I’m on a beach with white sand, wearing a skimpy, little red thong bikini as I sip a margarita. Out of the crystal blue sea emerges my favourite actor, completely naked. His blonde hair slicked back, his chiseled body dripping with salt water, his big juicy cock swinging like a pendulum between his muscular thighs…

But as he gets closer I realise it’s not him, it’s Corben. I feel my face wrinkling up into a frown, but I refuse to lose the moment as body trembles from the vibrations that rock mynbody. In my fantasy Corben approaches, his impossibly large cock is now rock hard. Quivering with anticipation.

Instinctively I spread my legs for him. Corben only too readily takes my invitation, lowering his slick wet body down on top of mine he begins lavishing me with kisses. I moan, and his name involuntarily escapes my lips, as I anticipate his touch. His hands are so big and strong as he caresses me, and his kisses are practically orgasmic. I can feel the wetness between my legs, so that I don’t even have to lube up as I slide the vibrator between my lips.

In my mind’s eye, Corben slips his big, meaty cock inside of me. Slowly. Deliberately. Savouring the sensation of me grasping and writhing beneath him. He knows just what I like as he steadily begins to thrust, not forcing his whole length in. Not yet.

As I lay on the bed, working the pulsing vibrator inside of me, I reach up and begin teasing my nipples. I imagine it’s Corben’s hands that are pinching and caressing me. “Harder,” I moan, trying to keep my voice down.

Obliging me, he begins thrusting even harder. Slamming his whole length inside of me, causing me to buck and writhe on top of the bedsheets.

“Yeah,” I start panting, as I imagine him fucking me with full force, with the urgency and desire I crave. Vibration after vibration pulsates throughout my entire body.

“Yeah!” With that my back arches as my breath escapes my body. “Corben!”

I’m left panting on top of my sheets, my cheeks flushed as drops of sweat start to bead on my forehead. Tired, but finally satisfied I catch my breath, before tidying away my toy and taking a shower

*

Corben is sat on the sofa fully dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats when I enter communal living spaces. He pauses his game to turn and look up at me.

“Hey Kaye.”

“Hey,” I try to sound casual and not like I’m thinking about us both naked, our swetay bodies entwined on the couch.

“You feeling better?”

“Yes, I am thank you.” My cheeks are flushing bright red as I quickly turn away and open the fridge to look inside.

“Good.” I can hear the sound of the couch cushions shifting as he turns back around and resumes his game.

I let out a sigh of relief, and close the fridge not having taken anything out. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at me. His eyes locked on mine.

When I turn back around I see that Corben has back turned to me, totally absorbed in his game. Still, I didn’t like the gleam in his eyes, or tone of his voice. It was the same he had used when I had left the milk out over night after lecturing him about putting things away after he was finished using them. Did he somehow know what I had been up to in my room?

“Corben?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t turn around as he continues shooting up the zombie horde that swarm the television screen.

“Oh, never mind.”

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