Housemates Ch 02 2

Just a reminder, starting with Chapter 3 this series will appear in Group Sex. That's right, dear reader, we're going there!

If you got here without having read Chapter 1, you will enjoy this story more if you click on my byline above and find it. It's not a long read but will catch you up.

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Chapter 2. September

The Tuesday after Labor Day, Kristie walked to the Student Health Center after her nine-thirty Biology lab. She had decided to take Jenna's advice, even if Jenna had been a little condescending in giving it. It made sense to be prepared, even though she wasn't sure she was ready to have sex yet.

She remembered the time she had tried with Billy, after they had aced their finals and were euphoric with finally being done with high school. Their friend group of seniors had gone to a park to celebrate with beers (not yet legal for them, but not too hard to obtain). She had asked Billy to take a walk with her, and once underway she had taken his hand in hers, walking close together so she would brush up against him occasionally. She had hoped that he would get her message.

The memory was suddenly real to her, like she was there.

Once they were out of view of the others, she let go of his hand and slipped her arm around his waist. After only a moment's hesitation he did the same with her, and they walked with their bodies softly pressed together. They found a secluded nook, just at dusk. It seemed the right time and place for them to finally kiss.

She returned his initial chaste kiss with enthusiasm. Then he tried for more, slipping his tongue between her closed lips. It felt good, it felt right, so she parted her lips and traded tongues with him. Then his hand was on her breast, and oh my god did that feel good! She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

The grass under their feet was tall and dry, the spring air still warm from the day. Somehow they found themselves lying in the grass, still kissing, Billy sliding his hand under her clothes, warm flesh to warm flesh. It was what she wanted. But what if—

What if he's not prepared with protection? What if it ends badly, for whatever reason? What if that ruins our friendship? What if...a multitude of imagined things that could go wrong crowded her mind.

She pulled back, her heart pounding.

"Billy, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to lead you on, but I don't think I'm ready for this."

She saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"Well, you did lead me on," he said.

"I know. I'm so sorry."

They got back to their feet. She put an arm around him again.

"Billy, I do care for you. You know that, right? I just don't know right now. I'm afraid to get it wrong. I mean, it's weird when it's with someone you already know. Do you know what I mean?"

"I guess so."

"Geez, you would. That's probably why we're both still virgins."

"Yeah, you're probably right" he said. "Can I just give you a hug?"

"Sure. Hugs are great."

So they had shared a quick but tender embrace and then walked back toward the others.

At the Center they were friendly and responsive to her inquiry. She was asked into a small consultation room, where an assistant gave her a five-minute sex talk, about contraception, prevention of disease, avoiding and dealing with abuse, and emotional issues. Although she already knew about those things, she listened and nodded at the appropriate moments.

Then a doctor entered and instructed Kristie in the correct use of the oral contraceptive she was about to prescribe. Script in hand, Kristie followed the assistant to the Center's pharmacy, where it was filled on the spot. She left with the little case of pills in her purse, along with instructional pamphlets that repeated the same advice she had been given.

Walking back across campus, she was considering hitting the student union for a bite to eat before her afternoon class when she thought she recognized the figure who was approaching from the other direction. It was a guy, not a bad-looking one too. He drew closer, and it clicked. He was Brad, from her English literature class. He recognized her also, and spoke first as they came within social distance.

"Hi, uh...Kristie, right?"

"Yeah, and you're Brad, right? We're in English lit."

"Yeah. How do you like that reading list?"

"At least we have the semester to get through it."

She shook her blonde curls out of her face to give a better presentation. Brad was two inches taller than she, with dark brown hair cut neat, and piercing blue eyes. No, not bad looking at all.

He said. "I was just going to head to the union for a sandwich or something."

"I was thinking about the same thing."

"So, uh, would you care to join me? I'd enjoy your company."

"Sure, let's do it."

They chatted over burgers, the noontime crowd bustling around them. Brad was charming and reasonably interesting, and he seemed interested in her. By the time they parted they had a date for Friday's Cinema Series showing, downstairs from where they were, the big auditorium on the lower level. This week they were screening

Double Indemnity

.

Kristie considered this to have been a successful day as she headed home after her last class.

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Patrick and Jenna were taking a momentary break from their make-out session, lounging on Patrick's bed. Being Jenna's boyfriend was great, he thought, but having her living right across the narrow hallway was dangerous. The temptation to just spend every free minute in the sack was powerful, but they both had school work to keep up with, and Patrick had his part-time job taking up more time. If they flunked out of school, it would be scant consolation to think 'at least we got laid a lot'.

But they could take a few minutes most days to keep the heat going between them, while saving their major loving for the weekend. It usually ended with Jenna taking out his cock and stroking the hard shaft until it erupted, which turned her on so much that when Patrick then slipped his hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy, it took only a minute to bring her to a satisfying climax.

Right now they had finished a deep, soulful kiss and were just resting in the glory of it for a moment.

"Sweetie," Jenna said, "I'm absolutely not saying you aren't the best, but did you ever think about being with other people too?"

"That's a thing?" he asked, feigning innocence. Of course he knew.

"Well," she said, "I went out with Gary once last summer. He told me that he and Tania were in an open relationship, so they could date other people and still be together."

"So, did you take advantage of that?"

"No, I didn't. It seemed too weird to me at the time. I'm afraid I disappointed him. But I've been thinking about that. It makes some sense. Everyone fantasizes about other people anyway, why not get rid of all the guilt and jealousy and just relax?"

Patrick wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"So babe," he said, his arm still around her willowy waist, "Are you saying you don't want to be exclusive? Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Well, no one outside the house. But I like Gary and I like Billy. If it was gonna be anyone it would be one of them."

"What, does that mean I'm not special, then?"

"Of course it doesn't, hon. I'm with you now, right? It was you I wanted. I didn't go to Gary and I didn't go to Billy. Doesn't mean I can't think about them sometimes."

"You saying you haven't been with them already?"

"If you don't believe me you can go ask them. They're right here. I bet Gary would tell you about the blue balls he had after the good-night kiss I gave him that time. And Billy would probably swoon at the idea that I even thought of him that way."

Patrick paused to think about it a second. He found himself thinking about Tania, her lush lips, her firm proud breasts, her hips, and then...Kristie, with her blonde locks and dancer's body! He was getting hard again, and Jenna noticed.

"So," she said, stroking his cock through his shorts, "Does that turn you on, babe? Have someone in mind you'd like to play with, too?"

"Okay," he said, "I gotta admit it...I feel the same way about Tania and Kristie. I get it, we've all known each other forever, and we've gotten close. Who else are we gonna be attracted to? I mean, I made out with Tania a few times, you know, that old innocent high-school fun, but she was nice and I remember that. And Kristie...well, she was younger, but she was super sweet and easy to talk with. And now she's really blossomed since we graduated! So yeah, I guess I'm into them too."

"So you are, then!" she said, seductively. "So what would you think about this? What if I got it on with Gary while you really got to know Tania. We could watch each other. How would that be?"

Of course his cock was throbbing at the thought, and she could feel it.

"You know that turns me on. Can't hide it."

She tugged at his shorts and he raised his hips to let her take them from him. She took hold of his swollen cock.

"How about it?" she said, grasping his hot shaft. "How about me watching your cock going into Tania while you watch Gary's cock going into me?"

"Uhhhhhhh," he explained. His pre-cum was lubricating him as Jenna spread it over his tumescent penis while making a tunnel of her hand. Her other hand was reaching into her panties, running over her engorged clit.

"Ahhhhhhh," she replied.

It was quick, so turned on they were. Patrick came first, pumping his juice over Jenna's hand with a growl, then she squealed as her orgasm hit, causing her whole pelvis to spasm.

They took a minute to recover before speaking again. Patrick was first.

"What were we talking about again?"

"We were talking about how special you are."

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Thursday had come around. Gary and Tania, after a bit of discussion, had decided on a fish fry. They had raided the supermarket down the street for some cod, frozen fries, coleslaw mix and dressing. There were more refined ways to put this menu together, but they had limited time, and this would satisfy their hungry housemates. Also, oil for frying, flour and breadcrumbs—pantry items that would benefit all of them.

Tania knew about frying food, and laid out the flour and breadcrumbs in saucers. Gary cut the cod fillets into planks and seasoned them with salt and black pepper. While they waited for the oil to come up to temperature, they washed their hands in preparation. They had already folded the dressing into the coleslaw and set the fries on a baking sheet, ready for the oven to finish preheating.

With a little idle time having opened up, their hands began to wander. Making sure the coast was clear, Gary squeezed Tania's ass through her jeans. She in turn grabbed his package with a giggle. They shared a quick kiss while he fondled her breasts.

"Free tonight, babe?" she asked.

"Yeah. Come down about ten. I'll be done by then."

"You know what, I've been eyeing that big old dining table. Wouldn't you like to lay me down on it and do me? I bet it's about the right height."

"We can't do that tonight. Too much risk of getting caught. We'd have to choose a time carefully."

"Okay," she said. "But what risk are you talking about? You're always talking about getting it on with our housemates. Why would you care if someone sees us? Wouldn't that be a way to get it started?"

"Hmm, you have a point. I guess I wasn't thinking about a group scene necessarily."

"Yeah, well, here's the thing. If you're going to be having some fun with Jenna or Kristie, I want to be there, and I would hope one of the guys would be there with us. I want to have some fun too, you know."

"Okay, I get you, babe," he said. "Something to think about. But let's keep it in my room, tonight."

"Sure."

She started to grope him again, but just then the oven dinged. Time to put the fries in, and it was only thirty minutes until dinner time.

Their effort went over well and earned several compliments. Patrick wanted malt vinegar for the "true English fish and chips experience."

"Maybe next time," said Gary. "We can't have everything yet. Tonight we have ketchup for the true American fish and fries experience."

"By the way," he went on, "If anyone wants to buy something to add to the pantry, you're welcome any time. You needn't wait until it's your turn to cook. And that reminds me. How about a quick house meeting after dinner. No emergencies, I'd just like to touch base."

They murmured assent and returned to their dinner.

Soon enough they had finished and conversations became more lively. After a decent interval Gary called the meeting to order.

"Okay, everyone, glad that you found our meal palatable. There's only one item of business I'm aware of. It seems there have been some minor conflicts over the use of the showers in the morning. We all have classes we need to get to, at different times, and sometimes the first-come-first-served model doesn't work out. So, in the interest of a more harmonious home, I propose we post advance sign-up sheets outside each bathroom, each week for Monday through Friday. Do fifteen-minute time slots seem long enough for you all?"

No dissent was heard.

"Okay. I imagine if all our schedules stay fixed during the semester, we'll soon all remember when our times are and won't actually need the sheet anymore until after the holidays. That would be ideal. Also, we would be free to swap times with each other informally if our needs change."

"Also," Patrick broke in, smirking, "If some of us should want to shower together, that would save time."

Gary had to grin at that, as did the rest.

"Okay," he said. "Save water, too. I think there was a slogan about that from our grandparents' time. So that can be a rule too, along with the one about swapping. I'm not writing these down or anything. I think you all will remember them."

"Say Gary," Patrick interjected again, "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How is it that you came to be the one running these meetings? I don't recall our appointing you to be the house boss or anything."

"That's fair," Gary replied. "I don't see it as my business to be the boss of anything. We needed someone to facilitate our working together to have a pleasant house, and no one else was stepping up. And I had the 'in' with Denny, which makes it easier for me to work with him. But if you want the job, Patrick, you're welcome to it. I'll just tell Denny that you're the house representative now and we'll take it from there."

"Well, no, I wasn't saying that I should be given it. I just think we need agreement that whoever is doing it has our consent."

"You mean we should have a vote."

"Yeah, sure. That would do it."

"Okay, sounds fine," said Gary. "Well, floor is open for nominations, I guess."

"I nominate Gary," Tania said immediately.

"Seconded." That was Billy. Eyes turned to him.

"We do need a second, right?" he said.

"Technically, we do," said Gary. "So, thanks."

Jenna and Patrick, sitting side by side, were having a quick whispered conversation. They finished, and Jenna looked up.

"I nominate Patrick," she said.

There was a moment of silence. Then Kristie spoke up.

"I second the nomination."

"All right," said Gary, acting as chairman

pro tem

. "Any other nominations?"

Silence.

"Going once, going twice..." Lacking a gavel, he tapped his fork on his plate twice. "Closed."

He went on. "Tania, would you hold the vote please?"

"Certainly. All in favor of Gary as house president, raise your hand."

She raised a hand, as did Gary, Billy, and Kristie.

"All in favor of Patrick?"

Patrick and Jenna raised theirs.

"Looks like Gary has it," said Tania.

"Congratulations, man," said Patrick, without delay. "No hard feelings, I think you're doing a fine job. I just wanted it to be formalized, is all."

"Thanks," said Gary. "And if I ever fuck up bad, you all can have a vote of no confidence. Three out of five wins, and if it succeeds we can have a new election. All in favor of this rule?"

"Aye," they chorused.

"No one opposed? The ayes have it then. I'm going to move to adjourn before we get too formal and serious. But first, just an idea. What are we calling this place, I mean, besides 'home'? Anyone come up with something good?"

"You mean a name, like the frats have?" Billy asked.

"Not really, I'm thinking of something a lot cooler. Something you could tell to someone who asked where you lived, instead of 'that big beige Victorian on Meredith Street'."

Kristie spoke up. "I was talking with Jenna the other day, and she called it 'Meredith Manor'."

"That's awesome!" exclaimed Gary, others in vocal agreement. "Jenna, is that right?"

"Yeah, it is. Meredith Manor. Alliteration for the win, right?"

"Spoken like an English major. I think we have a name then. Everyone agree?"

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Gary was being honest about not particularly wanting the job. He had better things to do with his time, especially with Tania around. But more than that, the assumption by seemingly all that in any situation he was going to be top dog had become old tired news by this time.

He hadn't understood at first why things worked out the way they did for him. When he had tried out for baseball in high school he had done alright, but there had been others who could throw and run just as well, if not better. Regardless of that, it was he who made the team and was put on as starting pitcher, no less. The Fighting Tigers of Greenville went on to rack up seasons of more wins than losses, and his stats were good, but nothing spectacular. Still, he was never lacking for accolades.

He was never lacking for dates, either. He liked girls too much to confine himself to one steady companion, just yet. And they seemed to come to him with uncanny ease. So naturally he took advantage of the state of affairs, and "playing the field" was not just something to do with baseball. He could tell you, if you asked, the preferred flavor of lip gloss of a good number of his female classmates. Naturally, that was as far as things went: this was small-town America, and everyone understood that they were too young for sex. And Gary would not actually tell you, for he considered himself a gentleman.

He was getting breaks on grades as well. He felt that he was reasonably bright, at least enough to know when he was getting things wrong or just guessing, and he could tell when some of his missteps were being glossed over.

Through all this he had done no more than put out a reasonable amount of effort. He tried his best in the classroom and on the ball field, but didn't stress about it. Likewise, he understood the social value of displaying a certain amount of confidence and charm, but in his case the requisite amount to produce positive results was not so much that he needed to consult any self-help books.

One day early in his senior year he looked in the mirror and it clicked. He looked the part. Six foot one, slim, dark hair always in place, quiet good looks. He

looked

like the kind of guy who was a success at sports, academics, and dating. And so he was. All the rails were greased for him.

It only confirmed what he had already begun to suspect—that he had not really earned his successes. It was an unsettling thought, but what was to be done about it? It would be foolish to throw away the advantage he had, if that were even possible.

But it occurred to him that he could do things to help spread the metaphorical wealth, to repair some of what he felt to be the unfairness of the situation.

He asked to be taken off as starting pitcher in favor of Jeff, the relief pitcher who had shown very promising abilities. There would still be plenty of opportunity for Gary to have time in the sun as relief.