In the bustling rhythm of city life, where routines are predictable and new encounters rare, Jenna and Ryan’s lives are about to change in the most unexpected way. "Unexpected Roommate" is a poignant and enchanting tale that explores the transformative power of love, set against the backdrop of everyday life and unexpected romantic encounters. Jenna, a free-spirited artist with a penchant for spontaneity, and Ryan, a dedicated and reserved professional with a deep passion for art, find their lives entwined when they become roommates. What begins as a mere necessity—a practical solution to the rising cost of living—soon becomes a journey of discovery and profound connection. At first, Jenna and Ryan maintain a comfortable distance, navigating the nuances of sharing a space with minimal interaction. But as days turn into weeks and months, their initial reserve gives way to deeper conversations and shared experiences. Through an endearing series of events, their relationship evolves from casual camaraderie to something more intimate and extraordinary. Their story unfolds with heartwarming and relatable moments: Jenna's pangs of jealousy when Ryan talks to another woman, their candid argument about feelings leading to a passionate kiss, and the way Ryan’s surprise tickets to Jenna’s favorite concert reveal the depth of his affection. They navigate their evolving emotions with a mixture of vulnerability and courage, each step bringing them closer. As Jenna and Ryan face external challenges, their bond is tested but also strengthened. From financial setbacks to serious conversations about their future, they prove that love is not just about moments of joy but also about standing together through adversity. Jenna’s unwavering support during Ryan’s professional setbacks and Ryan’s comforting presence during Jenna’s family crisis reveal the true depth of their commitment. The couple’s journey is marked by profound gestures and intimate moments: a romantic pre-wedding date where they reminisce about their journey, a heartfelt proposal that captures the essence of their love, and a wedding day filled with joy and heartfelt vows. Their honeymoon becomes a time of reflection and deepening connection, reaffirming their readiness to face the future together. In "Unexpected Roommate," love emerges from the ordinary, turning shared spaces and routine interactions into a tapestry of romance and partnership. This novel celebrates the beauty of discovering love where least expected and the magic of building a life together through both triumphs and trials. Jenna and Ryan’s story is a testament to the idea that sometimes, the most profound connections are born from the simplest beginnings. With every page, readers are invited to join Jenna and Ryan on their journey of love, growth, and commitment, proving that even in the most predictable moments, life can surprise us with the extraordinary. Prepare to be captivated by a love story that proves that sometimes, the best relationships are those that grow from unexpected places, and that true love is a journey worth taking, no matter where it begins.

“SO WHAT NOW?” Ann looked exasperated. It was a little after four and everyone was heading home. “This isn’t like Atlanta.” There everyone had been frantic, determined, working so late they almost were missing the free drinks back at the hotel. “What’s there to do in Austin?” “I can take you back to the hotel.” Brad was squirming, unusual for him. He seemed evasive, which was even more unusual. “Or maybe to one of the malls?” “What are you going to do?” “Oh, Brad is headed over to the lake. Aren’t you, Brad?” That was Ned, one of his friends in Austin, who’d been ogling Ann most of the day. Even among all the Texas beauties, she was still a stunner. She’d been the team leader for the last group he’d managed, a bright girl on top of her good looks, and he’d taken her on quite a few of his trips to Atlanta in his new gig as corporate project savior without incident. Except that she had filled him in on all the little romances going on among the kids (well, recent college grads) he’d been working with for the last two years. “The lake?” “Lake Travis,” Brad explained. “I’m a distance swimmer. There’s a place there with a swimming area almost a mile long. So I can do a round trip and get in a couple miles.” “Oh.” Brad had made it very clear early on that he was married, and not interested in playing the field. Even without her along, Atlanta was full of lovely ladies, most of them looking at him in awe as he swooped in every other week or so to prop up their project. Now the same thing in Austin. Lots of cuties here also, and he would flirt with them, more than back home, enough to shock her at first. But he would never go beyond that. He had never even flirted with her, in all the years they had worked together. There was one time he had hugged her, given her a little kiss on the forehead, when she had burst into tears telling him her father was dying. But that was the only time he had ever touched her. “Sounds nice.” She wasn’t going to let this cowboy get her goat. “You should have told me. I would have brought my bathing suit along with me. I suppose we could go back to the hotel and get it?” Brad looked stunned. There were a couple of times she had come down into the lobby to hear him play the piano, and he had said he was heading down to the pool next and she had announced quite primly that she was tired and was heading off to bed. Okay, once or twice she’d gone running with him before work in a skimpy little outfit but she had been visibly embarrassed doing it. Especially when he took his shirt off, but what was he supposed to do in the hundred percent humidity of an Atlanta dawn? “Why honey, you don’t need a bathing suit,” Ned drawled. It was worth it to watch Brad squirm, blush even. “It’s a skinny dipping beach, right Brad?” “Well, not beach exactly. It’s a lot of limestone cliffs, and big rocks down by the water.” “Oh. Okay. Well, we can just go straight over there then.” “What?” Brad looked at Ned, who was struggling not to burst out in laughter. Whatever happened, he was going to be in for a lot of ribbing the next day. Anything he said now would be held against him. “Come on, we can talk about it in the car.” “Let me pee first.” “Okay, I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She gathered up her purse and went out into the hall. Brad turned to Ned. “What the fuck was that all about?” “Just tryin’ to give you a little boost, ol’ buddy.” Ned was full of glee. “You help us with the tech stuff. We help you with the pussy stuff.” “Maybe I don’t want help. Maybe this is a really bad idea.” Brad gathered up the suit jacket and briefcase that were mostly props, and went out to find the men’s room. Hard to pee, with an erection; one that he hoped would subside by the time they got over to the lake. No, they were not going to do this. He would talk her out of it, once they got to the car. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Those were the first words out of his mouth as they pulled onto the highway. “I’m not going to wear shorts, just for your sake. Understand?” “Tell me more about this place.” “Well it’s called Hippie Hollow. It’s a county park, clothes optional although almost everyone takes the no clothes option. The water is crystal clear, ninety feet deep but you can see the bottom, very warm. The swimming area is a mile long, a hundred yards wide. Look, Ann, I go over there to swim. I’m in the water for an hour or so. Are you going to be okay on your own all that time?” “I was a lifeguard. I can swim with you, if I want. Or maybe just sunbathe. Is there a changing area?” “Not really. There are some bathrooms, glorified outhouses really. But I usually just change in the car. Well, take off my clothes and wrap around a towel. I only have one, though.” “No problem. I’ll just wear the dress.” Ann was drawing her knees up, lifting up her hips, sliding her panties down long brown legs. “I usually wait until we’re in the parking lot.” CONTINUE READING FROM CHAPTER ONE...

It was the summer after my highschool graduation, and my dad had decided our family should go on this camping trip. A few years ago he had bought a tattered vintage 1960’s caravan and he had spent most of his free time on its restoration. He took pride in the fact he had done everything with his own two hands; he had repaired and polished the aluminum exterior, rebuild the wooden interior, laid carpet and painted everything. Inside there was a small sitting area with a fully equipped kitchen, one small bedroom with a bunk bed for my brother Nick and me, and another bedroom with a queen sized bed for mom and dad. Finally there was a tiny itty-bitty bathroom with a toilet and a sink for washing and brushing one’s teeth. Now that the work on the caravan was finally finished, dad insisted we had to try it out by going on a voyage across the country. Knowing how much work my father had put into the restoration, it was impossible for us to say no. So, when the schools were out for summer, we were told to pack our stuff and get ready for our trip. After a full day of preparing and packing all the things we had to take with us, we finally took to the road. For the next three weeks we would be touring the country and visit the ‘hidden treasures of the heartland’. Dad wanted to avoid the highways as much as possible and had plotted a route that would take us through what he called ‘the real country’, which started with a two-day voyage to get to the first camping site. We would spend the night in a parking lot and cover whatever remained the next day. It was a good thing I brought a lot of books with me. As we got ready for our first night, I had to admit that although dad had done a really good job with the caravan and it really looked nice, I would much rather have stayed in a hotel than in this caravan. Living this close together meant there would be three weeks with absolutely no privacy. I had expressed my frustrations to mom, but she just said I shouldn’t be worried about that. After all, we were all family and there was nothing to be ashamed of. As if to prove that point, that night my parents had sex as noisily as they would have at home. The muffled grunts, moans and the repetitive sound of sweaty skin slapping together were very audible through the thin wooden walls. I just closed my eyes and pretended not to hear them fucking, nor feel the shaking of the bunk bed above me. Dad woke us early next morning and told us to get dressed and into the car. As there was still a long way to go, breakfast would be served on the road. After another long boring day in the car, we finally arrived at the camping site. The sun had already set and the manager just pointed us where to park our caravan and told us to see him the next morning for the paperwork. That night I learned that even worse than the total lack of privacy was the absence of a proper bathroom. Having no shower or even hot running water meant we would have to walk all the way to the campground bath house every time we wanted to take a shower. So, on the first night of our stay, mom and I walked a little disgruntled the hundred or so yards to the showers, carrying with us our towels and toilet bags. We were glad to find two empty stalls, but quickly discovered that we needed special coins for the hot water. Since we didn’t have any, we had no choice but to take the coldest, shortest and most uncomfortable showers we’d ever had. A few unpleasant minutes later, we walked the hundred or so yards back to the caravan, extremely disgruntled now. Dad said we were just spoiled, that there was nothing wrong with a refreshing cold shower. Mom furiously told him to fuck off and swore she’d sooner go home than take another freezing shower. Nick and I wholeheartedly agreed and in the end, dad gave in. Happy again, mom rewarded dad by taking him to the bedroom and royally fucking his brains out. The next day our family went exploring the countryside on horseback. It was great fun, but after a long, hot day I really needed a long, hot shower to wash off the dirt and to soothe my aching muscles. Luckily, mom had managed to obtain a handful of coins for the shower, but each 50 cent token was good for only half a minute of hot water. So, to save time and money, mom decided we would be taking our showers together. It was an intimidating prospect to be naked with my beautiful and stacked mother, but I knew it would be a hell of a lot better than taking another icy shower. So, once again we crossed the hundred or so yards with our towels and toilet bags. It was still early in the evening and when we arrived at the bath house we were pleased to learn we were the only ones there. Mom quickly ushered me to the farthest shower stall, which she said was a little bigger than the others. The booths looked all the same to me, but at least we would be as far away from the­ public entrance as possible. TO BE CONTINUED...