It's alternate Liz

The woman standing in the doorway smiling at me might as well have been the professor’s identical twin. They didn’t look any different at all, that I could see. Well, with one exception: this woman was absolutely, completely naked.

“Hi! I’m Liz,” she introduced herself, offering a hand for me to shake.

“I’m Alan,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, Liz.”

“Nice dick,” she complimented me with an admiring smirk, nodding at my dangling package.

I chuckled, and the professor gasped in my ear.

“Hope you don’t mind my bluntness,” she said. “But you’re a fellow nudie, so I figured you’d be okay with it. And it is a really nice dick.”

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I said easily. “And while we’re at it, may I say you have some absolutely fantastic tits there? I don’t think I’ve ever seen nicer ones that size on a woman so slim,” I complimented her.

“Oh, thanks!” she said with a delighted smile, cupping her boobs and turning a little side-to-side to show them off a bit. “They get a lot of compliments, but it’s still nice to hear someone who can be more articulate about it than ‘me like big boobs,'” she said with a laugh, imitating a stereotypical “caveman” voice.

I laughed along with her for a minute, then turned to business. “Well, on the subject of dicks and tits,” I said with a grin, “that’s actually why I came by.”

“Oh?” she asked, looking a bit puzzled.

“Well, I was just in the library, and I saw your ad for a roommate on the internet,” I explained. “I’m new in town and I need a place to stay. Some warm company in bed to boot didn’t sound half-bad, either. I was hoping we might get to know each other a little, and see if we hit it off.”

The alternate Liz smiled broadly at me. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that,” she told me earnestly. “I mean, sure it’s been a little lonely on the nights I don’t have company over, and you look like you might be a lot of fun in that department,” she said with a wry smirk, “but what I’ve really been worrying about lately is my rent. It’s been a few months since my last roomie left, and I’m starting to have trouble keeping up on my own.”

“Well, before I get your hopes up,” I started with a wince, “I should warn you that I’m also looking for work. I came into town without anything lined up, so I’m not one hundred percent sure I’ll be able to come up with rent money right away. I’m no freeloader, though. If I can’t get something soon, I wouldn’t expect you to put me up. I can shift out any time. I literally don’t have anything to move in with except the clothes I’m carrying.”

“Oh, wow. Really?” she asked, sounding a little concerned.

“Yeah. I got robbed in my last place. Lost everything—including my job, right after. So, I decided to make a change of scenery, and a fresh start. Not the first time I’ve done it, and maybe not the last,” I said wryly.

“Well … ****? Booze? Smoke?” the nudist Liz asked.

“Nope. Well, some booze,” I admitted with a grin. “When I’m out with friends or something. Not at home unless we’re throwing a party or something, though.”

“Okay, fair enough,” she allowed with a smile of her own. “I guess I’m the same way, except I have been known to drink a glass or two of wine at home on occasion, so I guess I can’t fault you. Any friends or not-so-friendly associates I should know about who might be coming for visits?” she asked.

“No, no, nothing like that,” I assured her. “To tell you the truth, except for a friendly librarian, you’re the only person I know here, so far. And nobody back home is liable to have any interest in seeing me again.”

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“Well, the guys I work with all felt really bad about me getting fired right after getting robbed, so they all started avoiding me. And my two good friends from outside work both owed me some money but couldn’t pay it back when I had to ask for it, so they started avoiding me, too. I guess that’s why I decided it was time to leave. Things were getting a little too uncomfortable out there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, putting a hand on my arm.

“No, don’t worry about it,” I told her with a smile. “Like I said, this isn’t the first time I’ve started over. I like meeting new people in a new place. Especially pretty ones with big knockers,” I joked.

She laughed and punched me lightly in the arm. “So, you want to come in?” she offered. “I can show you around … and to be honest, I can’t wait to see what that monster of yours feels like inside me!” she giggled.

I heard the professor gasp again.

I laughed—mostly at the professor—and allowed “alternate” Liz to show me inside. She showed me around the small house, which was surprisingly spacious, with an open-air design in much of the layout. She also showed me her studio, which had been built out of the second bedroom and now had two walls which were mostly open to a courtyard between her house and the one next to it, which didn’t have any windows or doors on the adjoining side.

“So, you’re a potter, huh?” I asked, looking around at all the pots and vases in various stages of completion.

“Yep,” she acknowledged with a smile. “I used to be an accountant, but I hated it, so I turned my hobby into my full-time job.”

“I like that,” I said, smiling at her. “Takes guts.”

“So what do you do?” she asked, smiling back.

“Well, just about anything,” I said with a self-deprecating shrug. “I take work where I can find it. I’ve probably held just about every job you can think of that doesn’t take any special training or a degree. I suppose I’ve been a trucker for longer than anything else, but my last job wasn’t, and my commercial license expired a while back, so I’d need to re-take the test now.”

“You know,” Liz said, grinning, as she sauntered towards me, “most of my friends and the people I hang out with are artists and yuppies. But I’ve always fantasized about fucking a trucker.”

I grinned back at her, taking the hint that she’d had enough of tour-guiding and was ready for the next half of my “interview.” “Well … you may not believe this,” I said, reaching up to start running my hands along her bare hips, “but I’ve always had this unfulfilled fantasy…” I paused to kiss her lightly on the lips. “… of fucking …” Another kiss. “… a potter.”

She laughed out loud, and I joined her after a moment, but not without taking the opportunity to put a hand beneath her knees and behind her back, and lift her off her feet. She gaily put her arms around my neck and let me carry her to the bedroom she’d shown me a few minutes earlier, where I lay her down on the bed.

We kissed and groped one another passionately for a while. I was a bit bemused, because I could hear not only the gasps and soft moans of the aroused and amorous Liz beneath me, responding to my caresses and kisses, but the identical gasps and soft moans of the aroused and masturbating professor on my comm-link, watching me begin to have sex with her more sexually-liberated double.

Liz and I fucked literally for hours, in every position I knew and more than I few I hadn’t before that evening. She turned out to have a delightful appetite for sex: after we finished, we would lie together kissing and touching each other, then one or the other of us—and sometimes both of us at the same time—would start performing oral sex on the other until we were both ready to start over. Liz was absolutely delighted when she found out that I had absolutely no qualms whatsoever about performing cunnilingus on her when she still had a pussy full of cum after I’d finished inside her.

Although there were two or three pauses when one of us went to use the bathroom, and one when we both dozed off briefly, we ended up making love almost continually from about six o’clock until about midnight, when we finally fell asleep together. All the while, the professor masturbated incessantly, coming ten times as much as I did, and almost twice as often as the in-person version of Liz (who was similarly predisposed to climax easily and often, albeit not so much as her repressed double).