Fun fact: I write all my stories in one sitting. This one took about 7 hours.
Sky & Jess
It wasn’t an ideal situation but it beat being homeless.
The small, 2-bedroom apartment should have only been one bedroom, but this is NYC, and the landlord skirted the housing regulations by putting a dividing wall and a second closet in what was once a decent-sized single bedroom, but no one can afford rent on their own anymore.
Sky was 26, single, and determined to make it on her own in the fashion world, but just could not meet the high cost of rent. She advertised for a roommate after securing the deposit and first-month’s rent for this awkwardly designed apartment.
Jess was 25 and divorced following a brief marriage to a young, rich dude who wound up destroying his future with an opioid addiction. Jess left the relationship with about $30,000, which really doesn’t go very far without a job in NYC. She dreamed of making it big on Broadway. She texted Sky about the apartment, and said she could pay her share of the rent for about a year if she could land a decent job.
Sky wasn’t getting very many inquiries, so she agreed to meet Jess at a local coffee shop to talk about the potential arrangement.
It was an extremely warm spring day for the city, and sky wanted to present herself as professional in meeting her potential roommate to set the tone and expectation for the relationship. But the heat forced her to rethink the highly conservative outfit in exchange for comfort. She settled on a T-shirt and denim skirt. She didn’t want to show off her tits, but with her nice C-cup form, she couldn’t do much to change that.
“With an apartment this small, she’s going to have to get used to them,” she thought to herself.
She examined herself in bathroom door mirror, the only full-length mirror in the apartment. Her form was amazing, and she knew it. Her legs were silky smooth, and her ass was amazing. Years of sports in high school and college really paid off.
“Professional? Well, not unprofessional,” she thought. “I can look good on the first warm spring day.”
And off she left for the meet-up.
Jess was all about comfort. Loose tank-top with side-boob, cut off sweat pants, socks and sneakers. She looked like she just stepped off a basketball court for porn stars. Her tits were perfectly formed C-cups, her ass was apple-shaped and firm. Even the loose outfit left little to the imagination. She was hot and she knew it.
“I don’t care how she judges my clothes,” she thought. “There are other apartments for rent. If she can’t accept me like this, then it’s not worth my time.”
And off she went.
Once at the coffee shop, Sky found a booth, and realized she had no idea what Jess looked like. She quickly shot a text.
Jess looked at her phone: “Hey I’m wearing a denim skirt, white T-shirt, shoulder length blonde hair. I’m in a booth.”
Jess shot off a quick “k” as she was just outside the door.
Jess walked in and immediately noticed Sky. Sky didn’t mention she was fucking hot. The almost always overly-competent Jess found herself clearing her throat and making adjustments as she walked over to the booth.
“Sky?”
“Oh, hi Jess! Have a seat,” Sky replied as she took note of how beautifully sexy Jess was, with her long curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and slightly olive skin. Jess inherited her mom’s Iranian beauty, and was happy with it.
“Hi,” Jess smiled as she took her seat and was amazed at the crystal clear, blue-eyed beauty across from her. “I actually don’t drink coffee, but this is a nice, cozy place.”
“Yeah, I just ordered a tea, and probably won’t drink it. Too hot today,” Sky replied.
“So, ummm, about me,” Jess started. “I’m divorced, I don’t party very much. I don’t smoke. I like to work out, and that’s about it. I have money left over from the divorce to carry me through until I land a job, and that should cover my rent for almost a year. I should be able to find a job soon. I still live in our house on Long Island until we sell or I move in with you. I figured I might as well get everything out up front.”
“Wow, Ok,” replied Sky. “Umm, my turn. I’m single, love working out, don’t drink much or smoke at all, I made some risky investments in crypto that paid off, and transferred the money to other investments, and those tanked worse than crypto, so I don’t have a lot of money, but I do have a good-paying job as a data analyst, and work from home most days. And while my job pays well, it’s NYC, and well… I can barely afford this apartment.”
As each woman talked, the other did their best to listen without studying the beauty of each other. This proved to be a difficult task.
“Oh, and I’m straight,” continued Sky. “But I’m not looking for a relationship right now. So, that’s me.”
“Oh, ha,” replied Jess. “I know I look ‘comfortable,’ but I’m also strictly dickly, and also not interested in a relationship right now. Still processing the divorce.”
Jess went on to explain her husband’s addiction and spiral from success to failure.
Unsure how to respond, Sky just nodded as her name was called to get her tea from the counter.
Sky got up to pay, and Jess was shocked at how hot this woman was. Even a straight woman could appreciate Sky’s beauty and sexy body.
Sky returned and said “if you don’t want anything, let’s just get out of here and go see the apartment.”
Jess agreed and got up from her seat and began walking toward the door.
Sky was stunned by Jess’s ass as she stood up and turned. Her ass was perfectly shaped and toned. Even a straight woman could appreciate an ass like that.
The apartment was less than a block from the coffee shop. The apartment was a convenient, 1st-floor unit. The building was old, and the walls were constructed to reduce city noise. Once inside, no outside sounds interfered with thoughts or activity.
The only windows were the sliding door that led to a small patio and a small one above the sink in the kitchen.
“So, the bedrooms are pretty small,” explained Sky as she opened the door to the room on the right.
“Ummm, yeah,” was all Jess could reply.
“But, at least the living room is decent and there’s enough room for us both in the kitchen,” Sky continued.
“It’s not bad,” said Jess. “I have a daybed that I could use in the bedroom, similar to yours, and that seems to work. But what about the bathroom?”
The made their way down the small hallway, past a closet and Sky opened the bathroom door. The bathroom was surprisingly large, and quite modernized. Jess was immediately impressed.
“Umm, this is nice,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m surprised the landlord didn’t split this into two rooms also,” Sky said as they both gave a smile and a slight laugh.
“Well, if you’ll take me, it looks like you have a roommate, Sky,” Jess said.
“Can you move in by the end of the month?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, well, you have my number,” said Sky.
“Yeah, I do. And I’m glad.”
“Me too.”
And with that, Jess made her way to the train and back to Long Island to pack.
About a week later, Sky got a text from Jess.
“Call me.”
Jess’s phone barely rang before she picked up.
“Hi, Sky. Our house in under contract, and I’m excited. While my husband has a ridiculous amount of debt, I’m going to walk away with a few hundred grand. I’m so happy right now.”
“So, does this mean you aren’t moving in?”
“Well, actually I was going to ask if I can move in with you immediately while the selling process progresses. My ex is staying here, and I can’t take it.”
“Umm, yeah, sure! I mean, great! I’ll help you unpack and get settled when you get here.”
“Perfect. See you as soon as I can.”
“Great,” said Sky as the phone call ended. She never considered what this would mean as far as the length of this partnership, but at least extra rent money was flowing in immediately.
The next morning, there was a knock on the apartment door.
It was early, and Sky had barely woken up. She was only wearing her thong and a T-shirt when she cracked open the door to see who was knocking so early.
“Hi! Sorry to be so early, but my friend rented a U-Haul for me last night and helped me get everything loaded,” exclaimed Jess. “So I just woke up and drove it here, and there was no traffic. I can’t believe how fast I got here. I tried texting you, but I guess you were sleeping.”
“Wow, ummm, Ok. Let me get dressed. Come in.”
As Jess entered, she was awestruck by Sky’s body. Her ass was perfect. Mesmerizing.
“I’m going to just start bringing stuff in and get settled, if that’s ok,” said Jess. “Might take a nap after.”
“Ok, sounds good,” was the loud reply from Sky’s bedroom. Sky slipped on a pair of shorts and some sneakers after tying her hair back in a pony tail.
The weather was even warmer today.
Jess returned with her second box as Sky emerged to help. Jess was wearing shorts and almost the same type of baggy tank top she had on the day before. She was already starting to sweat.
Both women could not stop staring at each other’s bodies the entire time spent moving all 8 large boxes of clothes and belongings. Watching each other bend over, and adjust their shirts was consuming their attention.
The last remaining item was the daybed.
“Once we get this in my bedroom, can you help me assemble the frame?” asked Jess.
“Of course,” replied Sky.
Maneuvering the frame in the room was challenging enough. Assembling it became frustrating.
“I forgot how tough this was for me,” said Sky. “I wish there was more room. Adding the closet to this room really takes up too much space.”
“Yeah, but we are almost done,” replied Jess. “It’ll be ok.”
Within about 30 minutes, the room was complete minus two boxes of clothes remaining to be put away.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” said Jess as she noticed almost no air flow in the apartment.
“Yeah, the landlord hasn’t changed from heating to cooling yet. He sets it annually to switch over on the first day of summer to save money, which also cuts down on our utility bills, so at least there’s that,” Sky explained.
“Oof, Ok, well, I guess I need to adjust,” Jess responded. “I need a shower.”
“Oh, ok,” said Sky as she left to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Jess left the room and went down the hall.
Jess took a nice long shower, and then realized she didn’t bring a towel or anything to change into. She was not used to this new environment yet.
“Shit, umm oh well,” she thought as she wandered back to her room naked.
Just as Jess was about to enter her room, Sky was exiting hers in only a towel on her way to shower. The site of Jess’ naked body caused Sky to freeze.
Fucking hot. From her head to her toes, Jess was fucking perfect - right down to well-manicured patch of black pussy hair. Jess felt flush. It seemed like an hour for Jess to walk by, but it was only seconds.
Sky cleared her throat and headed down the hallway.
Jess entered her room and felt powerful. “She noticed me, and that feels pretty awesome,” Jess thought. “Even a straight woman finds me sexy.”
Jess threw on a T-Shirt and shorts and went to the kitchen for something to drink.
Just as she was returning from the kitchen she turned the corner and bumped directly into Sky who was returning to her room from the shower. The shock sent both women back a few steps, which caused Sky to trip over a sandal that had freed itself from a box during the move-in. She almost completely lost her balance, but didn’t fall. However she did lose her grip on her towel, which fell away from her body, leaving her naked in the hallway in front of Jess.
Jess froze. She was stunned by the perfect form in front of her. Sky’s body was perfect right down to the well-manicured small patch of blonde pussy hair.
Neither said a word as Sky picked up her towel and entered her room.
“Oh my god, the look on her face,” thought Sky. “I thought she was going to drool. I can make a straight woman blush, and that feels good.”
Both women spent several minutes contemplating the other. They weren’t aroused, but rather obsessing over their similarities. Both felt incredibly sexy and empowered.
Sky got dressed as Jess put a few items away and was just about to nap.
Jess suddenly realized how thin the dividing wall really was as Sky knocked a few times and asked “lunch?”
“Sure,” replied Jess, “What are you thinking?”
“My pussy,” is what Sky wanted to say.
“How about we just order a pizza and chill here?” Sky suggested. “The game’s on.”
Both exited their rooms into the hallway.
“Oh, sounds good,” replied Jess. “Are you
Yankees or Socks?”
“Go Yankees!” Answered Sky.
“Oh boy, ok, well I’m a ‘Go Sox!’ girl,” Jess replied.
“Ok, we can have a little rivalry, that’s healthy,” said Sky.
“I agree, let’s have fun with it,” said Jess as she went back to her room and returned wearing a Sox jersey.
“Ooh, ok,” said Sky as she went to her room and returned with a Yankees jersey.
They both smiled. Sky dialed for pizza and Jess found the game on the TV.
They quietly sat together on the couch until Sky broke the silence.
“So, you said you work out. What do you do?” she asked.
“I’m into everything,” replied Jess. “I played soccer in college, love volleyball, but when it comes to actual exercise, I love yoga and bodyweight exercises.”
“Oh, wow. Same thing, like all of it,” replied Sky. “That must be why out bodies are so similar.”
“Oh, you noticed that too?”
“Uhh, yeah. How could we not? I think we both were a little shocked earlier.”
“True. You have a great body.”
“You do too.”
“Oh, I forgot to say it, I used to do Brazilian Jiu Jitsu too,” added Jess. “I had to stop because I became too aggressive.”
“Ha! Oh my god, me too!” Sky exclaimed. “I had to stop too for the same reason. I’m highly competitive, and I hate to lose. And I started hurting opponents.”
“Yeah, same,” said Jess. “Like exactly the same.”
“Wow, well, let’s not…”
The ringing doorbell interrupted Sky.
“Pizza,” announced the voice behind the door.
“I have cash,” said Jess as she went to her room to retrieve it.
Jess returned and handed money to the delivery guy just as Sky was taking the pizza. The delivery guy looked at both of them and muttered “holy fuck, hot” as he took the money and turned as the door shut.
The women looked at each other and laughed.
“We should flash him next time,” laughed Sky.
“Totally, need to request the same driver next time,” laughed Jess.
Both returned to the couch, chomped on pizza and watched the game.
The game was slow. The pizza wasn’t very good.
“I’m seriously thinking about that nap right now,” said Jess.
“Me too,” said Sky. “And when we get up,
we should do some yoga together to burn off this pizza.”
“Oh, that sounds like a plan,” said Jess.
They went to their rooms, got undressed and lay in their beds.
And then it hit them. Sky was fucking horny. So was Jess. Increasing intensity. Holy shit.
The pizza guy was paid to put an extra topping or two on the pizza.
Jess’ ex put an AirTag on the U-Haul, and used “Find My iPhone” to track Jess to the apartment. He drove from Long Island and parked on the street in front of the apartment, unsure of what he wanted to do. But he was high, and angry, and lonely, and wanted to do something to hurt her.
That’s when he saw the pizza guy.
“Hey, what apartment is that for?”
“1A.”
“How would you like to make $200?”
“Umm, ok.”
“Let me put an extra something on pizza and you don’t say a fucking word.”
“Hmmmm, ummmm, ok,” and he handed the pizza box to the ex.
The pulled our a tiny bag of meth and mixed it with some crushed Molly, and sprinkled that all over the pizza.
“Not a fucking word,” and handed back the pizza and $200.
“Ok.”
It was hot in the bedrooms. Both women were sweating. They were feeling agitated and super fucking horny.
Jess was the first to succumb to the sensation and started fingering herself as she squeezed one of her breasts.
Sky soon followed.
Jess was the first to moan, and Sky could hear it. She was disgusted by the sound. She was doing all she could to remain quiet.
Jess’ moan became louder.
“Bitch, that’s disgusting, and I can hear you.”
“Whatever, bitch, the wall is so thin, I can hear your fingers in your nasty pussy.”
It was the way she said it.
Sky let out a whimper.
“I fucking heard that too, bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
Both women fingered themselves to unbelievable orgasms.
Both were now disgusted with themselves and each other.
“Living room, right now, whore,” yelled Sky.
“On my way, bitch,” yelled Jess.
They both tumbled naked out of their rooms and into each other in the hallway. They immediately grabbed at each other’s hair and starting raining stinging slaps on each other.
They pulled themselves into the living room and all hell broke loose. Punches thrown to the backs of heads, knees to stomachs and thighs, grabbing tits and sharply digging fingers into ass cheeks.
Unintelligible grunts of frustration and anger filled the room.
They ripped each other to the floor and flipped around and tried to choke each other.
After nearly 15 minutes nonstop brawling, they rolled apart. Breathing heavy, tits rising and falling, they circled each other.
“I don’t know what’s happening, but I like it” said Sky, and she lost her fight with the urge to finger herself as she stared at her enemy.
“I fucking love this, whore,” said Jess as she started finger fucking herself in the same manner.
“I want more.”
“Me too.”
And they met in the center of the room.
Breast to breast, face to face, each reached up and took a fistful of their rival’s hair, as they grabbed and twisted each other’s clits. They pressed together tightly until neither could take the clit torture any more.
Shrieks of rage filled the room. They began swirling around the room as fists began to fly.
They flew apart, each hitting opposite walls, knocking down a painting and breaking a lamp. They again paused to stare each other down. They were scratched all over, welts formed on thighs and stomachs, their nipples were sore and raw, their came out in stands, and their clits were throbbing, and not just from pain.
They needed a sexual release. They needed to stop hurting each other. They both knew this. They were both still so sexy and gorgeous. Sweat was shining on their toned bodies.
“I guess we won’t need yoga later, huh bitch?” asked Sky as she ran her hands down over ravaged and slick body.
“Guess not, slut,” replied Jess.
And then they both began to laugh. Maniacally. Insane laughter.
And then they charged each other again into a bearhug and hairpulling. Each guttural scream filled the entire apartment.
Each tried to kick the legs from behind their opponent, but they were becoming weaker.
They eventually slouched to the floor, resting against each other. And then they both slumped backward, breathing heavy, their feet under their asses, staring at the ceiling with their pussies aimed at each. They both became conscious of the last part at the same time, and pushed their upper bodies up onto their elbows. They were now staring at each other’s pussies, and swollen clits, and heaving tits beyond flat bellies.
“Let’s fuck and get this over with, Jess,” invited Sky.
“Sounds good to me, Sky. Let’s do this.”
And they moved into a scissoring position and began to grind their sore, swollen pussies together. They both sat up into each other and looked each other in the eyes.
Through moans and heavy breathing each spoke.
“I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either.”
“I want you.”
“I want you too.”
And then both grabbed hair and pushed their faces together…
“But we still need to fight sometimes” they said in unison, and they began to mash their pussies to climax.
Both came incredibly hard and passed out.
Sometime the next morning, Sky heard her phone ring. It was the pizza shop. The driver felt terrible and reported what happened. After the call, Sky explained everything to Jess. The police would later figure out the whole story.
The ex went to prison, and the women sued the pizza chain for millions.
Jess and Sky now own a Broadway fashion business and live in a Long Island mansion.
For two straight women, their wedding was incredible.
Today they enjoy their lives together - in both physical combat and physical love.
The end.
