My roommate is my ex?

It was a nice Saturday afternoon, the sun was out, the air-condition in your apartment was set to full-blast as you lazily relaxed in your cozy apartment. You were planning on kicking your feet up and doing nothing but play some story-driven games on your PlayStation 5. That is, until you got a text from 'her'.

'You home? Whatever, I'm coming in anyway, see you in 5 min' This was the text you got from Samantha, your ex-girlfriend from college. At first, you were puzzled, mostly because you had never spoken to Samantha since you broke up with her in your graduating years of college. You remembered she said she loved you and that you had the best dick in the world. Being the stupid 22-year old college student you were, you believed it, until you found out she was fucking the school's main jock behind your back.

'WTF are you even talking about?' You replied to her back. It was true you occasionally saw her Instagram stories every now and then and you were sure she did too, but you were pretty sure she didn't now where you lived. You saw the bubble text icon pop up immediately as Samantha typed a response.

'Long story short, my boyfriend broke up with me...I'm broke...no place to stay, crashing at yours...thankss' She texted back with a smiling emoji.

"The nerve of this bitch" You mutter under your breath. Your apartment was somewhat on the spacious side with a balcony, living room, small kitchen and a king-sized bed. You definitely could accommodate one more person in your apartment, but that doesn't sure as hell mean you will, especially not someone like your ex.

Suddenly, a series of hard knocks pounded on your door.

"John, it's me, open up" That erotic voice that's nestled in a layer and tone of bitchy-ness, it was definitely Samantha.

"I sure as hell ain't going to, how the hell do you know where I live? And who let you up here?" You asked, yelling through the door.

"The fucking security guard now open up, your neighbors are starting to stare" You weren't surprised to hear this response, knowing Samantha, she probably flirted and seduced the guard to get up the elevator.

"No, I sure as hell ain't gonna let you in"

You hear an audible tongue click made by your ex, a common habit she does whenever she's annoyed. No doubt accompanied by an eye-roll.

"C'mon, didn't you see my text? At least let me in and hear me out"

You quietly tip-toed to the door and spied at the peephole. It was Samantha alright, with her signature golden blonde hair and everything. She was wearing tight-fitting, dark blue jeans that hugged her curvature perfectly. Along with a transparent, see-through white blouse that clearly showed off her contrasting black bra.

"If you wanted me to let you in, you could have at least worn something sexier" You joked, knowing this crude humor was something you both shared back when you were together.

"Yeah well I'm sorry, Darrick didn't let me change to my favorite lingerie before he kicked me out"

"Too bad then, bet you wouldn't look good in one anyways" You bantered back.

"Is that so, how bout this then, I'll change into whatever outfit you want, anything from my suitcase and then you'll let me in" You almost choked on your own saliva after hearing that. You knew Samantha was a slut but changing in full view right outside your door was something else?

"Yeah Nice try Sam, you ain't getting me with this" As you said that, Samantha lifted up her see-through top through her head, removing it without hesitation, her black bra and suffocatingly supple breasts in plain view.

"This proof enough?" Samantha asked as she playfully spun what used to be her top with her index finger.

"I got a nurse outfit, naughty lingerie, slutty secretary all in my luggage, what are you in the mood for John?"