Erotic Story in a Shared Apartment

Monday – The Unexpected Roommate

I arrived a bit earlier than expected.

The train from my hometown was surprisingly on time, and I was already feeling the nerves of starting my new job tomorrow. My suitcase bumped along the sidewalk as I checked the address on my phone again—definitely the right place. It didn’t look like a hotel, more like one of those cozy, modern hostels. Small, clean, with lots of light.

When I got to the front desk, I told the woman my name. She smiled, but then her face changed as she typed something into her computer.

“Ah… there seems to be a double booking,” she said, her voice apologetic. “We had an issue with the platform syncing. But don’t worry, we do have a solution.”

My stomach tightened.

“What kind of solution?” I asked.

She turned her screen toward me. “There’s another guest already checked into the room, but it has two beds. He agreed to share if you’re okay with it. Only for a few days—then we’ll move you.”

I hesitated. I’d been looking forward to some quiet time before my first day. Alone time. But it was late. I was tired. And honestly, I couldn’t afford a hotel in this city for the next three nights.

“Fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’ll manage.”

She handed me a keycard and pointed me to the third floor.

As I entered the room, the door creaked slightly. A man looked up from his laptop at the small desk near the window. He stood.

“Oh, hi,” he said. “I guess you’re my unexpected roommate.”

He looked to be in his mid-thirties. Dark hair, neatly styled. Button-up shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Not what I expected.

“I guess I am,” I said, setting my suitcase down by the door. “Sorry about the surprise.”

“No worries,” he said, offering a quick smile. “It’s not like I booked a private suite either.”

We both laughed a little, awkwardly.

“I’m Oliver,” he said, walking over to offer his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied, shaking it. “I’m here for work. Starting a new job tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Same here,” he said. “I do consulting for tech firms. Just here for the week.”

“Cool,” I replied, still standing there unsure of what to do next.

He gestured toward the empty bed. “That one’s all yours. I took the one near the wall.”

I nodded and sat down. The room was clean and simple. Two twin beds, a small bathroom, a desk, a chair, and a window that let in some nice afternoon light.

“I’ll try to stay out of your way,” I said.

He smiled. “Same.”

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Later, I unpacked while he stepped out for a call. When he returned, I was brushing my hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. We exchanged a few words about the city, where to get coffee, and how awful shared bathrooms can be.

It was strange—this low-level comfort between us. Like we were both pretending not to notice the situation was weird, but also kind of… funny?

He made tea. Offered me a cup. We sat on the window ledge, legs curled up, holding warm mugs.

“You nervous for your first day?” he asked.

“A little,” I said. “It’s my first time working in a big office. I’ve only done remote until now.”

He nodded. “You’ll be fine. Everyone’s faking it half the time anyway.”

I laughed. “That’s reassuring.”

There was a pause. A long enough one that we both looked out the window and said nothing.

I noticed his cologne then. Clean and subtle. It reminded me of someone from years ago. Not romantic, just a scent memory. I pulled my knees to my chest and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Oliver broke the silence. “Well, I’ve got a few things to finish up tonight. You mind if I work with the lights on a bit later?”

“Not at all,” I said.

I climbed under the covers with my phone and scrolled for a while. He sat at the desk typing, occasionally muttering to himself and sipping tea. I found it oddly calming.

Around eleven, I turned on my side and faced the wall.

“Goodnight,” I said softly.

“Goodnight,” he answered.

The light clicked off a few minutes later.

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I lay there for a while, listening to the quiet. The sound of him shifting in bed. The faint buzz of the city through the closed window.

It was weird to be in the same room as a stranger. But not bad weird. Just… unusual.

I closed my eyes, trying not to overthink it. Trying not to picture him lying there, shirtless, maybe. No. Focus on tomorrow.

But still… I didn’t expect the slight flutter in my stomach when he turned in his bed.

And I definitely didn’t expect to fall asleep with a faint smile on my face.

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