I was putting away groceries when she came sauntering down the hallway.
“Hey, I’m Michelle, your new roommate.”
Finals were the only thing on my mind that week and after that day’s brutal test, seeing a hot girl in my kitchen threw me off. I recalled the landlord telling me about a new roommate taking the spare bedroom in the townhouse so I grabbed a beer and we started chatting. I couldn’t stay for long because I had dinner plans with friends, but the attraction was palpable. Her accent revealed her Midwestern roots and the travel nurse assignment that brought her to The South.
A few days later, we went for a hike. I’m usually enthralled with the fall leaves, but this time I was focused on Michelle’s ass. Yoga pants are nice, but when they’re on a tall yogi, they’re phenomenal. Her auburn hair was long and wavy, and almost reached her perfect ass. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but I’m sure she caught me checking her out a few times. The 9 mile hike felt like it took two minutes because of our chemistry.
Michelle looked famished. “That long hike made me a little hungry.”