My First Roommate

The next day comes around, the morning sun shining through the skyscrapers as cars pace smoothly through the streets and road networks. A familiar bus drives through a moderately congested traffic line in the outer-center city sector, easily moving as it finally halts at the stop it slid into.

The doors open, as Ren comes off the bus to the street adjacent to the apartment complex, the time reading 10.50 AM, with a large rolling suitcase in tow and guitar bag on back.

Dressed in a light getup of a black rock-band t-shirt, half-hidden by a muddied brown leather jacket with blue jeans contrasting the dark colours as they tuck into mid-heeled boots.

Ren sighs, as fatigue begins to tire her out, before the aesthetical beauty of her new home immediately grabs her attention, taking her breath away whilst full of admiration.

The intricate brick detail, patterned with historical imagery lined the walls. The front garden balanced with grey and white stones and grass-centric plants, as flowerbeds and well-trimmed trees and bushes decorated the gravel pathways leading to the front doors.

Before the building’s beauty could hold her for any longer, the excitement for her new home stops her gawking and snaps her out of it and she begins heading through the front entrance.

Handing the paperwork over to the reception desk and receiving a set of keys, she is briefly directed to the proper location of her room. Ren notices the way to go by the walled signs guiding her to her final destination.

After seeing the signs pointing her towards her room number, thoughts began coming into her mind as she makes her way down the hallway, ‘Ooo, I wonder what kind of person is going to be my new roommate…’ and ‘I wonder if we can get along.’

Before the thoughts fill her mind, she finally reaches door number 18. The time is now 11:20 AM.

Ren breathes in, and then out. Psyching herself to be prepared for whoever greets her.

“Okay, here we go.”

She then presses the doorbell, with her heart pounding. Seconds later, footsteps are heard approaching the door.

‘Oh, here they come!’, Ren thinks as her heartbeat quickens.

Within no time, the door opens.

A slightly taller, voluptuous slim-bodied, red-haired ponytailed woman stood before her, dressed in a loose dark grey game-stylised crop top, lightly skin-tight sweatpants and a black gamer’s cat-eared, game-branded headphones wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, hiya!”

The girl brushes her fringe aside and continues, “You must be Renalia, my roommate.”

Ren, as she begins to relax, replies “Y-yes, that would be me. Nice to meet you.” The girl introduces herself. “Ah, thought so,” right hand on her hip, “I’m Vivia, nice to meet you too.”

Ren proposes a gestured handshake, extending her hand out. But, as she was reaching out, she peers down and shock hits her as she notices Vivia’s large bosom.

‘Holy shit...!’ Ren thinks immediately.

Vivia, not noticing Ren’s focus, begrudgingly handshakes her and quickly pulls her hand away after the fact. Not mentally paying attention to the first impressionable experience, she then indicates for Ren to come inside, which snaps her out of her distraction as she slightly struggles to pull in her luggage.

Vivia guides Ren down the corridor, pointing her towards the bedroom so she can drop off her luggage, whilst she thinks to herself, ‘I’m so glad mum called beforehand. Gave me plenty of time to clean up around the house.’

Renalia comes back, after placing the luggage by her bedside, again gets distracted by Vivia’s chest. In her shock of disbelief, she thought, ‘Holy crap! Those are even bigger than my mother’s, even my sergeant’s wife cannot compare,’ recalling their body figures. She looks down at her own.

‘She is way bigger than mine by a mile.’

Vivia again refocuses Ren’s attention, angling herself like a museum tourist, “Well then, would you like a simple house tour?” Ren agrees, and follows behind.

The first room was the bathroom, a medium sized room, with the shower at the back, perpendicular to the bath, that sat facing the main door. The sink, with a bathroom cupboard filled with items like soap, cleaning liquid and other things, was placed on the right-side wall adjacent to a towel rack to the left.

Vivia states “Right, first things first. Here’s the bathroom, the most important part of the flat. After all, a girl needs a space for makeup, a good shower or that luxurious bath, if you know what I mean?” Vivia turns around, smirks with a wink.

Ren, as disappointment starts sinking in, responds monotoned, “Ah, right. I see.”

The joke went through one ear and out the other. Well, Vivia didn’t pay any attention, before pulling Ren back out into the hallway to show her the next room.

It was the living room that awaited it’s occupants at the end of the hallway, that expanded out from a slightly narrow corridor to an open designed space.

The layout comprised of two large sofas, perpendicular to each other, the forward facing one, back facing the hallway, sat opposite the large flatscreen television that laid upon a well-proportioned table. In the center was a see-through glass coffee table, holding some magazines and the TV remote. Along the walls were hanging basic-framed artworks, a few cupboards with old cat items aligning the shelves and a table in the far left corner next to the large window and doors leading to the outside world.

Vivia continues the tour, “Anyways, right this way,” guiding her further down the corridor, “So, here is the living room, where you can rest, put your feet up to watch some TV, and just enjoy some comfortable chill-out time. Whatever that means.” Vivia shrugs her shoulders as Ren impassively comments, “Okay…” as she loses faith in her expectations.

The tour continues, into the open-designed kitchen and dining room, situated on the right of the apartment from the hallway. The typical layout of the cupboards line the walls as the island, with storage for plates, cutlery and pans, is placed centrally. The stove and oven, placed in the middle of the kitchen layout, is quite large to the usual apartment one, with the fridge sitting in the right corner of the room.

The dining room was placed several feet from the kitchen area, the table being average sized with 4 chairs symmetrically sitting in a line. The overall style was complimentary between the connected spaces.

“So, here’s the kitchen and dining table, both connected to the living room for easy access, as you can see,“ Vivia explains, “If you want to cook a nice snack there’s plenty of storage for ingredients,” as she opens the cupboards and drawers.

There was hardly anything inside, except for mostly a couple of snacks and pop drinks which filled the occupied space.

After closing them, she whips out her phone and bluntly says, “Or home-dash if ya feeling lazy,” as she opens her map app and shows the closest locations for food delivery services.

Ren responds in a dull tone, “uh… okay,” her expectations continuing to drop further. She thinks, ‘Man, this girl is utterly hopeless… she has no structure, responsibility for anything and even has little respect for new residents.’

Vivia finishes the tour, by concluding “Here’s the storage closet for putting anything else that you don’t care much about in it. Well, that about finishes the tour.” Ren feels her expectations shatter, for good.

‘Uh…,’ Ren sighs.

Vivia claps her hands, before she explains something important. “Right, that would be it. Oh, the room before the bedroom,“ pointing to the door, “that’s my office, but! Since it is a private room, you won’t have to worry about seeing it. Okay, any questions?”

Ren acknowledges this, before several curious thoughts entered her mind.

“Erm, I do have a few. First off, what do you for employment?”

Vivia, putting her right-hand fingers to her chin, pauses for a moment and then replies, “Hmm, online entertainer. I get my revenue from subscribed viewers, since it’s fun and engaging. But I wouldn’t mention it to everyone, okay?”

Ren, imagining it as a clever indication for online prostitution, pushes the question a little harder, “Online entertainer? What exactly does that entail?”

Vivia broadly explains, “Hmm, well let’s just say… unique outfits, plenty of games to play live and a test of personality.”

This solidifies Ren’s initial interpretation, ‘I knew it, with that body she just has to be!’

Ren nods in a competent, conclusive manner. ’That must be it!’

Vivia, happy with that question out of the way, opens for more questions, “Hm, so er… any more questions?”

Ren then explains, “Well, as I do like a structured routine, what time do you need the bathroom in the morning for a shower? How about meal times? What about work times? Etc…”

Vivia giggles at the out-of-left-field question. “Ahh, you’re a weird one…” she amusingly remarks, “Well, I shower when I think I need one, I eat when I get hungry and I work when I feel like it. Nothing else particularly,” as she harmlessly smiles.

Ren feeling unsatisfied, pressures further for a specific answer, “Mmm… I need a more solid answer than that! Shower at 09:00 AM or PM? Work from 09:30AM in the mornin’ till 5:00PM?”

Vivia concludes to the question, “Like I said, depends on my mood,” as she shrugs her shoulders.

Ren becomes completely defeated in getting a straight, proper answer from her in regards to daily routine, so she drops that matter. “Ah, I understand. Okay.”

Vivia asks, “Great! So, any last questions, or?”

Ren replies, her curiosity rising beyond any important matters, “Just one more,” her eyes directing right at her chest.

“What is your spine made of?”

Vivia with a stunned look, notices Ren’s gaze and looks down at her bosom.

“Eh, oh… Hahahahahahaha! I do get that question a lot.”

Ren, as Vivia stops laughing hysterically, continues asking, “No seriously, what is that spine made out of? I mean, my friend’s wife is an E cup, whom I’m very curious about, as she is much bigger than mine,” as disbelief floods her face, “But, seeing yours is beyond comprehension, so I just had to ask. I mean, think of the back pains…”

As Vivia stops giggling, she teases Ren after wiping tears from her eyes, “Ah… Well, although I am a G cup, they are my pride and joy,” as she cheekily smiles and boldly lifts her chest.

Ren gawks with awe as her world of beliefs explodes and shatters.

Vivia, after enjoying the ridiculous conversation, tells Ren to enjoy her stay, “Well, you have plenty of time to unpack, so don’t let me stop you,” she starts to walk away and then turns around by saying, “Oh, and also. Do enjoy your stay.”

Vivia then walks into her work room, disappearing after closing the door, leaving Ren to notice and immediately act that there is nothing left to do except unpack.

Ren makes her way into the bedroom, after regaining her composure, again, the importance of unpacking guiding her, rolling her suitcase up to the bed to complete her sole task for that day.

Putting her suitcase down onto her bed, as she lays her guitar against the side wall, releasing the metal clippers that held in her luggage safely, the building’s curiosity pulls Ren’s focus away as the interest in Vivia’s side of the bedroom catches her attention.

Turning around, she slowly examines Vivia’s area, since she had little time to notice beforehand, the theme of the room which surprises her initial impressions.

It was too contrasting to accept.

The overall appearance of Vivia’s side of the room was stylishly themed in cutesy cat items and bedding, that conflicted Ren’s prejudging thoughts, ’How can a loose-acting ‘entertainer’, have such an innocent, cutesy taste in style?’

She looked on in confusing denial.

Vivia’s bedside had an arrangement of cat plushies, many small and of different types with a few larger ones of higher quality neatly seated on her cat-patterned duvet, as a cat-head shaped clock sat upon her bedside desk.

‘This is too contrarian for me to accept…,’ Ren internally complained. Both perspectives of Vivia had hit her at the same time. Lewd, in her mind by the way, and innocent all jumbled into one day. This was overwhelming.

She continued to look around.

The shelves above her bed, towards her main desk, held an array of manga comics and other fictional books, nicely situated between two cat-girl anime figurines. The figurines, on closer inspection, were of high quality, the detail impressing her upon first appearance.

‘These look really well made,’ Ren complimented, moving her head backwards to see them in full glory, ‘But, those outfits look rather uncomfortable to wear… bet she took these as reference or something.’

Returning back to her room’s side, she spins around once more to visually capture Vivia’s area in it’s entirety.

Other details revealed themselves unto her once ignorant eyes.

Vivia’s dressers and wardrobes were arranged perpendicular to a cat-head shaped carpet that sat in the left hand-side of the room, balancing the clutter on the right side.

At least it all left enough space for the bedroom door to open fully, Ren concluded, judging the quality of space used by Vivia.

‘Enough sight seeing,’ Ren decided conclusively, ‘back to what I need to do.’

After that long look, the arduous task of unpacking refocuses her attention.

Ren thinks to herself, ‘Hmm, where should I put the tops and trousers?’ laying them out on the bed before deciding the sorting order and locations of the laundry.

She first sorts out the tops, arranging them into colour codes and themes. This is due to the variation of styles she had bought recently. She agrees to herself the order they would be folded and stacked, placing them into her dresser draws after considering the dresser locations for them.

Next are the trousers and jeans, seeing as there was only one skirt that was to be isolated from the rest. No need to think too hard about that.

The trousers, mainly the fancy ones, were dedicated to their own drawer, folding the jeans first though as to get the casual clothes sorted as a priority. She nicely stacks them, carefully carrying them to their drawer, slotting them in neatly to then repeat with the fancier trousers into their own.

The main tops and bottoms were now done.

Taking a tiny break, a pause to think, she then moves onto the last lot of laundry, thinking slightly aloud to herself, “Hmm… Those are the tops and trousers sorted. Now, where do I put my socks and pants?”

The socks were piled together; no need to stack them, were all paired and scrunched into their drawer with little carefulness, before turning to her underwear.

‘Now then, time to put these away,’ she stoically states.

Task Completed. Ren slides her suitcase against the wall, out of the way, tidying up her duvet and flattening out any creases to ready her bed for the night.

She sighs of relief, to then a noise that catches her attention.

A high pitch sound can be heard from outside the bedroom, grabbing her attention slowly.

What is that sound?’ Ren asks herself, and then she finally realises the familiar sound, ‘Oh… Is Vivia making a cup of tea?’

The sound is of the kettle boiling.

In the kitchen, Vivia is boiling the kettle as she hums a tune to one of her favourite songs playing on her phone, and then the kettle finally boils. “Ah, the kettle’s boiled. In goes the teabag,” she jokes, dancing her hips side-to-side as she “Plops” the teabag into the hot, steaming water sitting in a cat-patterned mug.

The curiosity grabs Ren’s attention, guiding her to have a look as to what Vivia is up to.

‘I’m going to see what Vivia is up to…’ Ren thinks.

Knowing that her clothing is neatly stacked in their correct drawers, she quietly walks out of the bedroom to head down the corridor to the kitchen. She then peers around the dining wall to the kitchen, to see Vivia dancing her hips side to side as she stirs her tea.

Laughter brews in her mind at the silliness, thinking ‘What is Vivia doing?’ She holds back her laughter, ‘Pfft. She looks so stupid…’

Vivia giggles to the bouncy beat of this well-known punk pop rock band she likes, Ren nodding along with the tune. ‘Ah, this beat. So good.’

‘Bupdeebup, gididididi bup’ the guitar tune expresses.

“Haha, this is too funny to look at,” Ren giggles under her breath, pulling her face away as to not be known by Vivia, contrastingly urged to look again.

Vivia finishes the song’s beat by punching the air after the milk dyes the tea a light brown, the teabag floating awaiting removal.

‘That’s going to be a memory I will not forget,’ smiles Ren.

Vivia, after finishing her tea making, notices a stare from behind her.

Knowing who it was immediately, she then calls her out with a generous gesture, “Oh, would you look at that,” swirling the kettle around as the water within it swishes and swashes viscously, “Looks like there’s enough for two cups, right Ren?”

Vivia holds up an empty mug, turning around with a teasing smug smile as Ren walks out from behind her hiding spot. Vivia hands the mug into Renalia’s hand, “Here, if you want to fill up a cuppa,” she lightly insinuates, picking back up her phone, pausing the music, as Ren replies generously “Uh, yeah… Thanks!”

Vivia winks as she returns to her work room, Ren holding her fresh tea as she wanders to herself if Vivia is taking a break from her ‘work’.

A few moments later, after ignoring those thoughts beginning to take shape in her head, she sits down in the living room to turn on the television, flicking through a few channels before finding a sports channel that she relaxes and watches, casually drinking her tea as time passes by.

After a few sports rounds pass, Ren checks the clock and it reads ‘3:45’ in the afternoon. ‘Okay… been watching TV a bit too much today,’ Ren ponders to herself, as she stretches her arms, ‘I’m kinda feeling the need to exercise.’

Switching off the Television with no hesitation, Ren stretches her legs, before some questionable noises from behind catches her attention.

‘What’s going on…?’ She turns around to see that Vivia has left her work room, slipping on some low-heels and hanging a bag around her waist with a jacket completely covering her all-so proud cleavage.

“Oh, erm. You off somewhere?”

Vivia replies, as she grabs the house keys, “Yeah, I’m just going to get some groceries for dinner tonight,” she says, placing the keys in her purse, “Just thinking of making something nice.”

Ren, feeling selfless, asks “Want me to help, or-?”

But, Vivia cuts in after unlocking the front door, turning around to answer the question, “Nah. Ya alright.“

She steps outside before finishing, “I just need the time for some fresh air and time to think by myself. Though, thank you for asking.” Ren concludes, “Ah, okay,” as Vivia peace-signs before shutting the front door.

The apartment falls quiet. Ren, in amidst the silence, decides that now is the perfect time for some exercise.

‘Excellent, let’s get to some squats and press-ups,’ Ren thinks proactively, as she puts on some earphones as she places her phone into her pocket, pressing play to a rock music playlist that she had prepared.

Then, she gets into position to begin her exercise routine.

Ren began with some sit-ups, counting from the beginning. A few rounds in, Ren’s focus distracts to the thoughts of her first day’s experiences.

She thinks to herself, ‘Man, Vivia… What a weird yet care-free kind of girl. She seems to do whatever she wants,’ stopping to catch her breath after she finished the thirtieth one. Continuing on thinking, ‘She doesn’t seem to care about routines,’ she gets into position for push-ups, stretching to avoid pulling a muscle, ‘even basic things she neglects unless she feels the necessity to do so.’

She starts, her feelings of frustration grow as she continues to conclude her thoughts after every push-up, ‘The thing that I’m worried about is the future with this girl…,’ she pauses before finishing, ‘She’s unpredictable. She’s unreliable. She’s… busty as hel-.‘

She shakes her head with personal disgust of the last thought, and finishes the final push-up.

Ren finishes and regains her breath as sweat drips down her face and body. She sits up, wiping sweat from her brow, concluding her train of thought, ‘Well, whatever. She can’t best me. I think we need to sort her out before she begins to corrupt me,’ as she then takes a breather by laying back-down on the sofa.

Whilst all of this is going on, Vivia is filling her basket with ingredients at the groceries store. A roast dinner for two.

After grabbing a bag of potatoes, some fresh vegetables, gravy stock and obviously a chicken, she then agrees to herself that she has everything she needs, and pays at the checkout before filling her bag up.

Vivia steps outside the store, checking the large amount of ingredients in her bag due to the impressive amount she bought for dinner that night.

‘Wow, look at the amount I have to buy since there is now two of us living to together,’ she thinks as she remembers the bill for food for tonight. The finances troubled her mind since she now has to buy double.

She lifts the bag face height, looking at the girth that boldly bulged out. ‘The bulge of this bag is impressive,’ Vivia chuckles to herself, ‘speaking of which now that Ren is living with me, she was gobsmacked at my beauties when she first laid eyes on them. Her face was legendary.’

She casually giggles with a smile, noticing the bag bulge were similar in size to her bust, recalling the expression on Ren’s face.

Vivia jokes to herself, ‘Hmm… the bag seems to be a similar circumference to them.’ Then, her eyes sparkle as a cheeky smirk spread across her face.

‘I have a funny idea when I get back home, if she’s still on the couch.’

She strolls with a cheeky grin all the way back home. This idea will be a great one.

Vivia returns home, hiding her smile in case Ren has moved locations to which her little prank would be rendered useless. To her unknown eagerness, Ren is laying on the sofa seemingly tired.

She takes off her shoes after opening and closing the door, which alerts Ren that Vivia has returned home, though she stays laying down since her workout session has been tough.

“Oh, you’re back?”

Vivia replies, “Yep, I have the ingredients right here,” lifting the bag up and down quickly to indicate weight and quantity.

Ren, her eyes still closed to try to catch her breath, comments “That sounds like a lot.”

After this comment, Vivia greatly smirks noticing her queue to tease Ren and unleash chaos.

“Yep, well…,” Vivia places her chest on Ren’s brow which rouses Ren’s focus on the sensation on her head, opening her eyes to visually see but then Vivia interrupts, “here you go.” A bag of ingredients places down on Ren’s stomach, Vivia teasingly leads with “There, you see.”

Ren responds, “Oh, I se-,“ but the sudden conflict of her visual on the bag and the soft sensation on her head whirls in her head as she tries to figure out what is going on.

“Wha!” Ren screams. Vivia, standing back up, slowly walks away along with the bag she takes into the kitchen, making Ren jump up from the soft bed of the sofa and look at Vivia.

Her curiosity of the sensation overwhelms her mind, “Vivia, did you…?”

Vivia turns around, bouncing her chest mischievously, her face with a smirk of success replies with a sarcastically humorous tone.

“Ooo, did I do something?”

Putting two and two together, Ren realises what Vivia had done.

She gawks at the clear realisation to what she felt just now. She couldn’t believe it. ‘Why? What does this mean?’ Ren questions, as her mind fills with Vivia’s breasts, again. Her face blushes with absolute shamelessness; her curiosity had been utterly exposed.

‘Success!’ Vivia thinks, giggling to herself, watching the situation envelop Renalia’s mind with questions, confusion and above all else, a fixation on her chest.

She walks over to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner, knowing what she had started to her amusement. A comedy sitcom of a girl jealous of a friend’s figure, to then be taunted by the physical interaction of her focused insecurities for a laughing moment.

Ren, trying hard to ignore what had happened, forced her attention onto the sports channel playing as to be rid of what had occurred, thoughts clashing in her head as Vivia’s assets and the TV battle for domination within her mind.

Now, like a cooking programme, Vivia begins the dinner delicacy.

She puts the chicken in the oven after seasoning it with garlic, letting it cook as she then prepares the onions, celery, cabbage and carrots.

Sizzle... goes the vegetables, all cut up and diced, the oil frying them in the pan sitting on the modern stove. Stirring the vegetables, preparing the serving mug for gravy by filling and boiling the kettle.

After finishing the fried veg, ten to fifteen minutes later, placing it into a white, cubic serving bowl, the potatoes are skinned, fried and seasoned on a separate pan, the smell of a delicious dinner engulfing the once fresh and clear kitchen atmosphere.

The chicken, around an hour later, is done, placing the bowls out on the dining table, laying the table with the food bowls for a wondrous meal.

It’s meal time.

The smell of dinner, after the hour or so of cooking is over, draws Ren to the table, looking at the amazing feast prepared before her.

“Dinner is served. Wanna tuck in?”

After the promotional speech with a warming and inviting wink, Vivia then smiles proudly as she lays the rest of the table, with Ren helping out, who was mainly trying to ignore her curious thoughts of the recent event.

They both sit down to dig into the meal, Ren being unconsciously drawn to eyeball Vivia’s chest whilst eating her meal, though she found the food more than satisfactory.

“Mmm… this is pristine,” compliments Ren, gratefully accepting the food in all it’s deliciousness.

“Hmm-hmm… Glad you enjoy it,” Vivia graciously replies, “this is only for today, since it’s your first day here, so I wanted it to be a special occasion.”

Ren lightly blushes, thinking of how hospitable Vivia is being, unfortunately glancing at her chest as Vivia catches wind of the direction of her line of sight. She smirks at the face Ren pulls to try and hide what she looked at. Knowing the chaos she had unleashed in Ren’s mind, Vivia chuckles to herself as she also tucked into the meal, relishing the tastes and fulfilling portions of the food.

“Ahhh… that was great,” Ren says appreciatively, hand on belly, as she sits slumped in her chair.

“Glad you liked it,” Vivia says, arms resting on the table, eventually deciding to put the dishes on and clear the table.

“Ah, I’ll help,” Ren insists, grabbing her plate and glass, Vivia smiling at the selfless gesture, as both smoothly clear the dining table of its cutlery, plates, mugs and bowls, putting on the dishwasher with one click of the power button.

Dinner was a wonderful success.

The two relax by watching television, thinking that the first day might as well be over with getting-to-know one another casually and light-heartedly.

The two chat away, as Vivia teases Ren of the latest joke she had succeeded in playing out.

“Hehe, your face when you realized what I plonked onto your head,” Vivia chuckles.

Pouting, Ren embarrassingly complains, “You just had to do that, you flirtatious pervert. Now I can’t get your boobs out of my mind!”

“Haha, you’re too easy to tease. I mean, you know it’s easy when you have figured out someone’s insecurity.”

“I’m not insecure about my chest!” Ren denies.

“So, why the curiosity? I mean, I know you want to grab them, you titty boobasqueeza,” Vivia playfully speaks, accenting her chest with a childish cheeky expression.

“I don’t want to grab them!” Ren rejectingly responds, looking away.

Vivia laughs before concluding, the television relaxing the tension, “Well, it’s something that I’m used to.”

“People groping those…?” Asks Ren.

“No, just the jealousy of not having these,” jokes Vivia, smirking with a wink.

Renalia blushes, with a pouting annoyance, before both settling down and letting the television channel distract their little fiasco that started the week off.

This concludes the first day they spent together.

End Of Chapter