I was cleaning out my attic when I came across some belongings that had long been put away. I opened a box that contained mementos of my military days, an era that seemed to have been a lifetime ago. In the box, was a picture of me standing next to an attractive redhead.
Her name was Felicia. When we met she was working as a server at a local sports bar and I became one of her regulars. What began as friendly conversation quickly blossomed into a friendship. I became not only one of her regular customers, but also one of her trusted friends.
Felicia had no shortage of male admirers. She was short, standing about 5'2" and probably didn't weigh much past 110 pounds soaking wet. She was skinny with small, round breasts and a cute little ass. Her red hair was generally kept in a ponytail and her dark-framed glasses gave her a bit of an intellectual look.
One night, I went there not really expecting her to be working since it was a slow Tuesday night but surprisingly, she was there. She greeted me with a hug and told me to sit at the bar. We talked and caught up with each other since we had not seen each other in nearly two weeks.
"Hey, are you still looking for a place to live?" she asked.
I was. My lease was ending in a few weeks and instead of paying an additional $250 a month, I decided to look for a different place. Problem was, there was nothing to be found.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, I need a new roommate," Felicia said. "Colleen is moving out this weekend. You can rent out her space."
Felicia lived in a spacious house that was two stories and included a finished basement with its own bathroom. The owner of the house traveled often and brought her in to take care of the property. She was able to stay for free but had to maintain the utility bills. Roommates were allowed to rent out the basement but had to be vouched for by Felicia.
Turns out, renting the out the basement would be half the cost of what I was already paying, so the decision wasn't difficult. I made arrangements to come over and check out the room along with discussing some rules that Felicia wanted to keep in place.
Two of the rules dealt with accessing the house and the basement in particular. I could enter the house through any door but after 10pm, it was requested I use the basement door which led right into the space I would be renting. The second, regarded privacy. If needed, I was to flip a switch that would turn on a red light just above the basement door located in the hallway between the living room and kitchen. The basement served as a dark room several years ago and after renovations were made to convert the basement into another bedroom, the light remained for nostalgia. The privacy light was important because the laundry room was in the basement just a few feet in front of the stairs when you got to the bottom.
We agreed on terms and I was moved in within a month. Things stayed normal during the first few months. I was home nearly every night until I had to go out for field exercises. I was gone for two weeks. Returning late Sunday night, I entered the house through the basement entrance. I put my gear down, went to shower and returned to my bed where I fell asleep. Needless to say, that bed of mine felt like heaven.
Around 6am, I awakened with a strong desire to jerk off. I had not been laid in several weeks and being unable to take care of my personal needs during the time I was away finally culminated in a level of horniness I had not experienced in a while.
I was already naked, so the only thing left was to jerk off. I put in my earbuds and turned on my iPod. I opened the nightstand drawer next to my bed and pulled out a copy of Penthouse. I found myself reading the letters section and slowly stroking my cock. The writers submitted some very provocative content and I had not even made it to the pictures.