Room for Rent (open)

Room for Rent (closed)

At nineteen, Daria had never thought she would be moving so far from home. Florida is one hell of a change from what she's used to in Alaska but it was always her dream to get out of the back woods and into the city for college. Far away from the snow, the cold, and the solidarity. She would have been at this point in her life sooner but her dad had been sick. He couldn't hunt for his food and wellbeing, and one thing Daria could never do is leave the ones she loved to struggle.



She watched the colorful houses and even more colorful people rush by with nervous energy as she got closer and closer to her new home; her new reality. When her dad passed away she could find no other excuse, and living in her childhood home only brought upon sad memories. She fiddled with the seam of her skirt and bit her lip as she forced the thoughts out of her mind.



She was here for new adventures, to find herself, and she was more determined then she had ever been. This was Daria's time to let loose. She felt herself lurch forward as the car stopped, breaking her mid self-encouraging speech and reminding her of her destination. As the short brunette stepped out of the cab and into the humid Florida sun, she could almost feel free… if she wasn't too preoccupied melting. She paid the driver smiling as she wished she had worn a tank top instead of a v-neck shirt. How did she expect herself to survive?



Daria looked at her phone, blowing her long bangs away from her eyes, squinting at the sun to see. As she looked at the building to confirm she was at the correct address she gulped, her knees week.



"Pull it together, adults do these sort of things," she scolded herself mentally. She applied for a room in an apartment on craigslist, warnings be damned. The rent was cheap, there's only one other roommate, it was furnished, and it was in walking distance from her college(those she was seriously rethinking walking in this heat). She fixed her skirt and self-consciously wiped sweat from her brow frowning lightly at the moisture there before rolling her suitcase to the door.



"It's now or never," she thought. Well, scratch that. There's no going back now.


Daria knocked quickly and loudly on the door, shuffling as she waited for what life threw at her next.

Mark had hated writing the classified, and on fucking CraigsList, no less! Still, it’d been nearly a month since he’d been “downsized,” and money was starting to get tight. Sure, he could have moved back home, where life was cheaper, but while his mother would have loved to have him closer, he didn’t feel there was really anything left in the Midwest for him after the last four years away.

He’d been living as frugally as he could while he searched for new work, but rent would be due soon, and one payment of that was going to tap him out.

Hence, the notice for a roommate. He wasn’t picky as to gender, and stated such in his ad. He didn’t really even care much as far as age, though he figured, due to his proximity to the college, he’d end up with someone that age range.

When he received two replies within twenty minutes, he was flabbergasted. He’d figured it’d take at least an hour or two for people to discover his ad.

Deciding to pursue those first two respondents, he found that one was a young guy who admitted he “loved to party hard.” Mark liked having a good time, and had done plenty of “hard partying” in the day, but he’d put that behind him. He didn’t care for having to deal with it in a roommate.

The other was female, young, and seemed, even in her email reply, a little unsure of the sanity of her moving basically as far as a person could manage to do, and still remain in North America. Still, like he had done, she was looking to get away from a place that she felt no longer held anything for her.

Mark had thanked the guy for his interest, but told him he’d decided on another respondent, closed the ad and notified Daria that she was the lucky winner.

Then began the wait. Daria wasn’t going to arrive for about two weeks. It gave him time to clean the apartment. He was no pig, but housework really wasn’t at the top of his list.

One thing he hoped his new Alaska roomie was going to be able to deal with was the heat. He knew Alaska could get hot – he’d been on a family vacation there once, and it was in the mid-80s the whole time – but the thing that was really oppressive was the damn humidity. Even with air conditioning, the humidity tended to creep into you. Mark spent most of his time in boxers and nothing else, because the air in the apartment worked when it wanted to. The air inside was still cooler than out, but the thermometer and the thermostat never matched.

Still, he was less than an hour away from a beach, which counted for something.

Anyhow, he finally got word from Daria that she was on her way. When her original ETA came and went, and an hour, then two went by, he began to figure she wouldn’t be arriving on the day she’d originally expected to. That she didn’t call was rather annoying, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it.

He finally ditched the shorts and T-shirt he’d put on to meet Daria in, and went on with his day. The sun was starting to go down when there was a knock on the door. Mark dismissed the idea that it was his new roommate, because it was far too late for her to be getting in.

When he answered the door, he was in only the boxers he’d changed into when he wrote off Daria’s arrival till the next day. He never bothered putting on more. If the person at the door couldn’t deal with it, that was their problem. At least, that was the way he looked at it.

In the door stood a short (quite a bit shorter than Mark’s 6’2”), long-haired brunette. She looked really uncomfortable, both in a physical and situational manner.

At first, nothing clicked. He started to speak, then he noticed a suitcase standing around the edge of the doorway.

“May I help… oh, crap. Daria?”

Not exactly the first impression he’d hoped to make on his new roommate…

Daria was a bit shell shocked when the tall, half naked man open the door. Her friends were right, renting a room off of Craigslist... not the smartest idea. If she couldn't feel the air conditioning from where she stood, she would have turned and walked away. Well that and he wasn't awful to look at. I could do a lot worse, she thought as she smiled at herself.

"That's me!" She said pleasantly, scooting through the door beside him, sighing as the cool hair hit her. "You must be mark! It's nice to meet you." The place was just as described on Craigslist, and rather clean, which she hadn't been expecting.

Leaving her suitcase by the door she took a seat on the couch, untying her converses quickly, dying to get out of them. Shoes were her enemy, foot prisons. After that was done she pulled her v-neck over her head, traveling a tight tank top. Another sigh of relief as she relaxed her body against the couch.

"I thought I was going to actually melt out there."

There was only a moment's hesitation, where Mark felt Daria's eyes take in his near-nudity, then she chirped, "That's me," and bustled herself right inside.

About four steps into the room, she stopped short, closed her eyes and sighed. For a split second, he wondered what that was all about, then realized, even with the shitty air, it was still quite a bit better inside than out.

Mark went to retrieve Daria's case while she made herself more comfortable, ditching her shoes and top. Regrettably, she wasn't bare underneath, but nevertheless, she had a really nice body. It was going to be tough to not walk around the place with a hard-on all the time.

Once Daria got her excess clothing off, she flopped back on the couch and sighed, "I thought I was going to melt out there."

Mark couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, it's like a furnace around here this time of year." He then spoke to her current comfort with what clothing she'd removed on arrival. "And I'm afraid that, while it may feel pretty good at the moment, the air conditioning isn't really what it ought to be. It's why I'm dressed like I am. Trust me, eventually, you'll be doing the same."

Then, he realized that he, indeed, was practically naked. "I'm sorry. I really should get some kind of clothes on."

Daria smiled lazily at him, his warm laugh vibrating through her. "Don't tell me that," she groaned out, pulling her long hair up off of her neck. "Let me enjoy the cool while I can," she said amused by him.

She knew she was staring openly at his mostly undressed body, but she wasn't embarrassed enough to stop. If this was how he was going to be walking around the house, she was going to be damned with hot and sweaty night with her vibrator as company. She shrugged at herself, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Eh, don't bother!" She flicked her hand at him as if washing his thought away, "this is your house after all." She stood and stretched, completely aware of the way her top rode up, showing her tummy and the small of her back.

"Show me around?" She ask, fanning herself with one hand, and walking to stand just a little too close to him.

Mark found Daria staring at him unashamedly as he talked. He wasn't sure if it was the heat wearing down whatever manner of restraint she may have possessed, or she was just that open a girl. Regardless, he liked being assessed by her. It was taking a tremendous effort of will to keep his cock from popping up and saluting her. He was going to be going through a lot of tissues in the future, from the look of things.

"Don't bother," Daria told him in response to his offer to cover up. "This is your house, after all." She then stretched, and her tank top rode up, revealing a good span of smooth flesh. Mark felt his cock leap.

"Show me around?" She asked after a beat or two, rising and stepping over to him. Her heat radiated against him, but Mark found he didn't mind in the least.

"Sure," he replied, secretly befuddled and pleased at the same time that his hot new roommate didn't want him to cover up. He hoped somewhere along the line, she'd decide to battle the stupid air conditioning the same way. He'd worry about hard-ons when the time arose.

"This is your house now, too, you know," he said as he escorted Daria through the apartment.

In the kitchen, he told her, "I think there should be pots and pans aplenty, and dishes, too. My mom and dad gave me their old set when I moved out here. As far as food goes, I'm all for just seeing how things go. I don't know if we want to do the 'This is yours, this is mine' kind of deal. We'll figure it out. I'm not a big drinker, so if that's your thing, you'll have to supply your own."

On down the hallway, he pointed out, "Only one bathroom, but it's got a nice big shower and tub. Yet another thing we'll have to work out: bathroom time."

Across the hall, he pointed out, "This is my room. Yours is the next door down. Super hasn't fixed the knob yet, so it doesn't latch worth a damn. Sorry."

Mark walked with Daria to what was going to be her room and told her, "Bed's not bad. I slept in it the first few nights I was here, just to see which room I preferred. They're both about the same. Closets aren't huge here, so I hope you don't have a whole lot of clothes." He then hoped she didn't interpret that statement how it suddenly sounded in his head.

"Anyhow, that's the gist of it. Garbage is down the hall to the right, rent comes at the first of the month. Is there anything you want to ask?"

She smiled at his statement, it was her house too. This thought made her feel free, and better than she'd felt in a while. Daria followed after her, feeling herself heat up again the initial shock of cool air wearing off.

"Well I cook, so I'll make enough for two and put the left overs in the fridge." She giggled as he showed her the kitchen, he was very much like her father in that matter. But that might just be most men. "I won't be offended if you don't eat it."

The bathroom situation was not ideal, but she could manage. She foresaw many a cold shower in her future. She would more than likely just get this done and night to be out of his way. She watched his physique as he lead her around, and hot damn. She hoped to god he didn't kill her first night, because this could be very fun.

She peaked in her room, snickering at his badly worded sentence, "you want me in as little clothing as possible, got it." Daria joked back, walking in and testing the bounciness of her bed, looking up at Mark through her eyelashes. "I guess it's a good thing my bed doesn't squeak." she teased him, giving him a wink.

She couldn't help but test her limits."Can we make boxers only a house rule?" She asked, "I vote yes." She stuck her tongue out at him, licking her bottom lip maybe hinting a tad too hard.

Daria offered to cook, which Mark appreciated. It wasn't that he didn't, but he was tired of eating his own cooking. It would be interesting to see the kinds of things Daria would dish up... Aside from a healthy serving of hot woman every second. It was going to be a fun, but agonizing life with this gorgeous woman living in the same house with him.

Mark felt his face grow hot when Daria took his comments exactly how he'd hoped she wouldn't.

"You want me in as little clothing as possible, got it," she joked as she went in to the bedroom and began testing the bed, sitting and bouncing on it. Her breasts bobbed up and down gently with each bounce.

"I guess it's a good thing my bed doesn't squeak," she then told him. Mark wondered what she meant by that, but his imagination ran wild.

Try as he might, his rational mind was losing the battle with his cock. Mark could feel himself getting hard at Daria's teasing. He was surprised how quickly she was getting into tormenting him, though he really liked it, too.

Mark wanted to retreat as he felt his cock growing, but he couldn't bring himself to let this gorgeous woman out of his sight. His cock went to fully hard when Daria teased further: "Can we make boxers only a house rule? I vote yes."

Mark wasn't sure whether he wanted to run, jack off, of just what at that point. One thing he knew for sure: He was going to both love and hate having this woman as his roommate.

Finally, he decided to just let her see the reaction he was having with her. If she was going to be a tease, he was going to let her know it was working.

However, he decided to call her bluff. "I second that motion, although one of us is out of uniform."

She noticed Marks eyes widen at her words, and giggled. Daria let her eyes roam him from top to bottom, biting her lip sensually as she did so.

Her boxers seems a little more snug than when she first arrived, and Daria smiled feeling victorious. She was not used to men reacting this was, even when tempted. She felt like a new person, and she liked the wild side.

She fanned herself daintily from the heat, standing up never breaking eye contact. "Mmm," daria was thinking, "and who gets to be the enforcer of these rules, Mark?"

She let his name roll off her tongue, standing in her personal space on purpose. She was testing him, how much could she tease before he broke?

"You do look rather cool," she stated running a finger from his chest to his stomach, looking up at him with big eyes.

Daria said mothing regarding the intimation of joining him in the wearing of nothing but underwear. However, for quite a long time, she openly ogled his body, paying particular attention to the bulge in his boxers.

When she smiled, then slinked up off the couch and sidled right up on him, Mark wondered what she was up to. They hadn’t even known one another for an hour, and the situation was becoming uncomfortable.

When she drawled, “Who gets to be the enforcer of such rules, Mark?” she was damn near close enough to dry hump him. The way his name slunk from her lips made his cock leap in his shorts.

Even as hot as it was in the room, Daria’s proximity kicked the heat up by about a thousand degrees. His cock was ready to take her right then and there, but he had no idea what her reaction would be to that.

So, he simply stood there, getting hornier and more uncomfortable by the second.

“You do look rather cool,” she purred, the finger she traced his chest with feeling like a blowtorch on his sweat-slicked skin. The look she turned to him was all innocence, though there was a twinkle in her eyes that knew what she was doing to him, and liked it very much.

“Oh, I’m very cool,” he replied, his voice surprisingly lacking much of the hesitation he felt. Had their relationship been one of something more than total strangers, he might have taken action. As it was, though, he endured this torment with difficulty, though endure he would. “You should join me. You’d be a lot more comfortable.”

‘Yeah,’ he thought, ‘and I’ll be less comfortable.’