Chapter 1: The First Chapter
My name is Paige, I'm 22 and I own a house. It's not important right now to know how I came to own this house, the important thing is paying for the upkeep. I've only owned the house for two weeks, I just moved in two days ago myself.
When I first found out I was responsible for it all I asked friends to move in, then my sister and brothers, but they all declined. I broke down yesterday and put an ad in the paper for roommates. I'm not concerned if they are male or female, just as long as they pay the rent and don't destroy the house.
The ad had run four days when I got my first call: Scott. He said he is 21, in his first year of college and doesn't want to stay in the dorms. I asked if he could come by in an hour and he said sure.
Let me tell you about the house while we wait for him: it's a two-story with six bedrooms and three bathrooms. It has a huge downstairs living room and kitchen, plus a den and a family room. What I love about the house is the back yard. It's got pool and tons of grass in great shape, you can lay down or walk barefoot without fear of bugs and dirt.
Ok, now I guess I should tell you how I came to own the house. About two years ago I was desperate for money and I did some escorting for about six months. One "client" was a newly divorced man who had a thing for fast sex: he loved to see how fast he could make me come. It was truly a game for him (he even had a stop watch). Well, three months ago I get a call from some lawyer telling me that he died and I had been willed his house and to come in for the reading. I went down and heard the reading, signed a lot of papers and received the key. Since he was divorced already, I have no fear of his ex-wife claiming it as community property... Whoops, Scott's here, and I have to sell him on staying.
Chapter 2: Meeting Scott
I walked to the front door, looked out the peephole, and... wow.. is he hot! I wiped the drool from my chin and did a once-over in the foyer mirror. 'Oh well, probably got lots of girlfriends,' I thought to myself. I opened the door, introduced myself, he introduced himself, and I stepped back so he could come in.
"This is a nice place," he commented as he was looking around the living room.
"Thanks, I haven't been here that long, and it was in perfect shape when I got it," I said. As we made a tour of the upstairs I told him the prices of the rooms as we got to them and tried to sell him to the local features. We went downstairs again, chatting away about college and roommates from hell.
As we entered the kitchen, the conversation turned to house rules. "I haven't really put rules in concrete yet," I said, "they will evolve person by person I guess. As far as over-nighters..." I paused, searching his face for interest in the topic. I saw none, so I asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nope," he answered smoothly
My eyebrows went up, "Really?"
"Really," he said smiling.
Needless to say I wanted him, anyway I could get it. And lately I am bold enough to go for it, being newly single and all that. I stepped toward him, and kissed him full on the lips. He seemed surprised but he wasn't that shy about kissing back.
I ran my hand up his torso over his shirt as he grabbed my waist. He lifted me up, placing me on the counter. He ran his hand over my breasts through my shirt. He broke the kiss and leaned over to tease them through the fabric, running his lips over the nipples, his long blond hair falling across his face.
With his right hand on my breast, he ran his left hand down to my crotch. I spread my legs, and he rubbed my pussy through my shorts. As he was massaging me, I moved my hands to his shoulder and pulled him closer between my legs, wrapping my legs around his waist, trapping him between my thighs.
He leaned back as I pulled his shirt up and lifted his arms as I pulled the shirt over his head, flinging it to the floor. I leaned up and kissed the nape of his neck, with my right hand on the back of his head. I heard him moan, which spurred me on.
I planted kisses across his chest, slowly going up to his chin. He put his hands on my ass under my shorts and pulled me toward him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my tongue under his jaw line, moving my kisses to the back of his neck.
He moved to unbutton my shirt as I ran my hands over his naked chest. He pushed my shirt open and let out a low moan when he saw my satin bra, a deep maroon, "I love satin," he breathed.