Nikki's guinea pigs

Here's the thing: when I'd moved into a sharehouse with two girls for college, I'd expected things to turn out a lot sexier than they had.

Not that my roommates weren't hot. Anita, the total smoke show, was moving out (pity), but even Nikki wasn't bad to look at, if you're into the redheaded computer nerd genius thing. She was thin, with clear skin and bright green eyes, and okay sized boobs, I guess. And she liked to wear tight jeans, which meant I could get a look at the shape of that pert ass even if she was too stuck up to show it to me. Probably a lesbian, anyway. Why else would she keep refusing me? I wasn't the school quarterback or anything, but I was fine. I kept myself fit, I shaved and showered. I pulled my weight. I had to, in a house of girls; leave dishes in the sink for just a few nights and they'd complain.

But that was about to change. Because with Anita moving out, we needed a new housemate to make rent, and this time, it wasn't one of her friends. It was mine. From this day forward, this house was a place where dudes could relax and be dudes, and Nikki... well, she was just going to have to play by the new rules. Our rules.

I watched her tap away at her computer in the corner of the lounge room. Who sets up a computer in the lounge room any more? Nikki had five computers; three in her bedroom, one in the lounge, and a laptop. And her phone, of course. I didn't see why she couldn't do everything on one, but there was probably some nerd reason. A strand of cherry hair fell in front of her glasses; she didn't seem to notice. I peeked over her shoulder, but whatever she was typing looked like gibberish to me. A lot of numbers, mostly, and some graphs I couldn't read.

I put the football on the TV and turned the volume way up. She didn't react. Good; Anita had always nagged me about TV volume, but I was in control now and it was gonna be all loud, all the time. So loud, in fact, that I almost didn't hear the doorbell ring.