Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.
Note: I originally wrote this story back in about 1995 or so, by hand in a spiral-bound notebook. I have no idea what happened to the original incarnation but this version is as close as I can recall it, hopefully with some improvements.
It was Linda's dad who suggested that I move in with her. I'd made a joke about it since she was divorced and living with her daughter in the house she'd grown up in and I was in the market for a new living arrangement since my roommate had gotten engaged over Christmas. I was just kidding about moving in with Linda and Ashley but her dad, who'd been back living with them since the divorce, wanted to retire to their other home in the Poconos full time. Rather than suggesting that I just take his room, since he still intended to visit his daughter and granddaughter fairly frequently, he floated the idea of doing a build-out in the basement. He figured that it wouldn't hurt the property value to have half of the basement finished.
Our friend Jim was a contractor and I'd worked with him summers when I'd been in college, so he came over and we talked things through with Linda and her dad. I even ended up putting in a little of my own sweat equity, working with Jim on the weekends and whenever else I could. By the time my "apartment" was finished, I was very pleased with the result and so were Linda and her dad. I had a separate entrance, but could still access the rest of the house, and was separated from the laundry area not only with a wall, but with a door, as well. We'd kept the basement bathroom accessible to both myself and upstairs, which was fine with me, and I could use the upstairs bathroom, too, if I wanted.
Once I'd moved in, I had my bed, a dresser and a closet, a couch and an entertainment center with my TV, stereo, game system, etc. I also had a desk where my laptop typically sat when I wasn't using it, a coffee table in front of the couch and a mini-fridge that mostly held beer and other drinks so I wouldn't have to run upstairs whenever I was thirsty. There was even enough room for my weight bench and free weights. Otherwise, I had access to the upstairs kitchen to eat and the living and family rooms if I wanted to hang out. In addition to an almost embarrassingly low rent, Linda's dad had also asked that I help her out with any maintenance or repairs that either he or her ex typically would have been responsible for. I was more than fine with that since they would be paying for the repairs or maintenance and I'd just be providing the labor.
It didn't take long to settle into a routine and adjust to the new commute. I'd typically have dinner with Linda and Ashley, cooking it myself as often as not, and would hang out with them on some evenings if I didn't have other plans or a desire to be alone. I wasn't seeing anyone at the time, so I wasn't going out on dates, but I did sometimes go out and hang out with my buddies. Overall things were going smoothly and people got adjusted pretty quickly to the two of us "living together." It also didn't take very long to discover an extra benefit of living under Linda's roof.
One Saturday night when Ashley was spending the weekend with Linda's ex, Linda decided she wanted to have a party. We had a lot of mutual friends, so I didn't have too many additional people to add to the guest list. I did notice, however, how many of the guests were her girlfriends. I didn't know the relationship status, or lack thereof, of many of them but still thought the odds of hooking up could end up being in my favor. I figured if I found somebody who was interested, things could go one of two ways: either the convenience of me living downstairs would be too much to resist or they'd feel awkward about hooking up in Linda's house. I was hoping for the former.
I ended up giving a few tours of my new pad during the course of the night, but none of them ended up being private tours; it was usually a few people of both genders each time. I detected varying degrees of interest and intrigue from a few of Linda's girlfriends but it was Tara who I ended up getting the strongest vibe from. This both pleased and surprised me because I'd had a major crush on Tara back when we were in high school, but she very obviously hadn't felt the same at that time. I wasn't sure what had changed her tune, but I had no intention of questioning it. I wasn't assuming right away that we'd be spending the night together but was considering the potential of that outcome if I played things right. She still had the curves that she'd had in high school, maybe even more so, but it had been her dark brown eyes that had entranced me back then and they hadn't changed, either.
It wasn't all that late into the night when she tracked me down and surprised me once again.
"Would you mind walking me out to my car?" she asked.
"You're leaving?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise and barely hiding my disappointment.
"Yeah," she replied almost apologetically, "I have to be somewhere early tomorrow."
"Bummer," I said, "It sucks being mature and responsible sometimes, doesn't it?"
"No doubt," she replied, "So?"
"Of course," I said, "Do you have a jacket?"
