“Seriously, though, what’s his deal?” Sarah whispered to Pete.
She sat in her office chair in her room, kneels curled up against her chest and a glass of wine in her hand. She wore boring, but comfortable, panties and a bra and her hair was still wet and wrapped in a towel.
Pete had come to check on her after she’d showered following her latest appointment. It was a fairly standard client: a little striptease followed by a blowjob then a quick and (for Sarah) unsatisfying fuck.
Somehow, their conversation had turned to their roommate, John, who neither of them had seen in at least 48 hours.
“I mean, he still lives here, right?” Sarah continued, “the guy hasn’t said word one to me in days.”
“Yeah,” Pete agreed, standing up to refill his glass from the now half-empty bottle on Sarah’s dresser. “He seems like a cool enough dude from the, like, twenty minutes total I’ve spent talking to him.”
Pete dropped back down into the futon, resting and taking in an eyeful of Sarah’s mostly naked body and the way it was casually contorted into her chair. She’d become much more comfortable with her body lately and Pete, for one, welcomed the change.