move in as roommates

“I'm not quite ready to completely commit to a relationship yet,” you say.

She looks at you, somewhat disappointed, and says, “Okay, you can move in as soon as you're ready. I was hoping for more, but, I appreciate your honesty. Maybe it's best if we don't rush into anything right away.”

She softly kisses your lips, and, as you and her get dressed, you say, “I can start moving in today if you want. My lease is up in two weeks, and if I don't sign a new one by then, I have to move anyway.”

Her face lights up at the thought of you moving in right away. “I'll help you pack,” she says. “That is if we seriously go there and pack.”

“My stuff's pretty much packed already,” you say. “I was planning on moving out anyway. I don't need a 3 bedroom apartment for just me.”

Opening the door, she gets into her pickup truck and tosses you the keys. “You can drive if you want to,” she says, batting her eyes at you lustfully. “You're pretty good at driving anyway if you know what I mean.”

You look at her, and grinning slyly, start the truck. Ten minutes later, you're at your apartment. You go to the office and tell the manager you're moving out. Looking at the hottie standing next to you, he says “I can't blame you. You're moving in with her?” You grin and nod. “Yeah, she's my new roommate. Melissa this is John.”

“A pleasure,” he says, eyeing her. Watching him eyeball her like a piece of ass makes you feel a twinge of jealousy.

“Watch it, Mister,” she says to John sternly, reading your face. He looks away sheepishly and says “Your deposit will be returned after we inspect your apartment.”

You and her proceed to your apartment. Opening the door, the two of you start loading the truck. “Damn, I didn't realize I had so much shit,” you mumble to yourself.

“It's okay, babe,” Melissa says. Catching herself, she says “Sorry. Steve.”

“It's okay, Melissa,” you say.

“You felt a little jealousy when he was looking at me like that, didn't you?” she says.

“Yeah, I must admit I did,” you say.

You and her finish packing all of your belongings and drive back to her apartment. You can't help but stare at her the whole way back. “I'm sorry, Melissa,” you say.

“Sorry for what, Steve? That you felt protective of your friend?” she says with a wink. “I can't blame you.”

You and her unload everything into your new room. “We need to go to Wal-Mart so I can get you a key made to my apartment, she says, after you get everything set up.

“I'll just stay here and relax,” you say, stripping down to your underwear.

“Oh no you won't,” she says, looking at you. “If you relax, I'll feel compelled to stay home and help you relax.”

“Okay.”

You get dressed and drive to Wal-Mart. You go back to automotive, and the girl that cuts your key is checking you out.

“Watch it, bitch,” Melissa says to her. She hands you the key, and doesn't make eye contact with you through the rest of the transaction.

You and Melissa walk out to the truck. “I have a feeling that someone else is jealous,” you say, grinning at her.

“I'm sorry,” she says sheepishly. “No problem,” you say. You and her get back in the truck and drive back to the apartment, stopping to go through McDonald's to grab a bite to eat.

You and her get home and eat. “I sure could use a back rub,” she states suddenly, laying down across your lap. The thought of touching her body again starts to arouse you, and you pull her shirt up, gently rubbing her back as soft moans escape her lips. “That feels good, Steve,” she coos as you finger her back, letting your hand drift down to her ass.