Shane moved to rent a room in a house in the suburbs, on a long tree-lined street of 3-storey Victorian houses.
It was a holiday weekend so Shane suggested Scarlett come over after work on Friday and stay until Monday evening. He wanted her to see his new place, help with some D.I.Y. and he needed her car to shop for and transport furniture.
The sun was setting as Scarlett parked her car in front of the house and the sky was a beautiful wave of orange and red. She stood outside the gate of the house admiring the red brick, the bay window, the yellow wooden door with the number 61 on the window above it. The lights from the hall and the bedrooms above shone out onto the street like the house was glowing with happiness and Scarlett took a slow breath in and closed her eyes for just a second. She could smell the moss on the path and the Summer evening air tickled her nostrils. She heard the leaves on the trees flutter in the light breeze and the hum of the traffic on the main road as commuters made their way home from work. She made her way up the path and pressed the brass door bell.
The door swung open and a middle- aged woman with dark curly hair and a soft smiling face greeted her in a warm, soothing voice. "Oh hello there, come ahead on in." she said, standing back from the door.
Scarlett hesitated on the step "o-oh ok. I'm Scarlett. I'm here to s.."
"To see Shane. Yes, I know." the lady chuckled. "I'm Jan, 'the lady of the house' as it were. I've heard all about you, come on in and make yourself at home." her soft Irish lilt made Scarlett smile.
Scarlett stepped onto the tan and blue patterned Victorian tiles in the porch and Jan took her coat and hung it up on the peg, ushering her into the hall. Looking up, Scarlett's eyes widened at the beautiful dark- stained wooden floor, the ceiling rose, the dado rail and the pristine cornice.
THIS was the Victorian house of Scarlett's dreams and she'd only seen the hallway so far. "Wow, Jan. Your house is beautiful." said Scarlett, standing back to let Jan indicate which room to enter.
The fire was lit and the heat from the cast iron fireplace hugged round them as they entered the sitting room. "This is Scarlett everyone." Jan announced to the 2 men and 1 woman sitting on the leather sofas in the bay window drinking cups of tea. They all smiled and said hello.
Scarlett smiled and nodded at them each in turn "Hello everyone." she said timidly.
"I'll show you the TV room and kitchen, just through here darling." Jan gestured back out into the hall and through the next door. Scarlett couldn't believe how comfortable and welcome she felt and she delighted in admiring the other original Victorian features as they made their way through to the kitchen.
"This is really beautiful, Jan." Scarlett remarked.
"It had been neglected for years when I bought it so it's been a labour of love for me. The kitchen is quite modern but it fits in well. I think I've managed to give the place its heart back." cooed Jan.
"You certainly have!" laughed Scarlett "I've only just met you and I've never felt so welcome anywhere before."
Jan smiled "Aw you're kind. Well, I just wanted to make a nice home. Most of the people who rent the rooms here are professional people, lecturers, actors and the like who are here a few weeks or months at a time for their work and the city is coming down with grotty places to stay so I saw a gap in the market for something more appropriate. It helps me maintain good contacts for my work at the university, I get to meet all sorts of interesting folks and it's good company too." Jan said.
"Very proactive!" commented Scarlett.
"Now Scarlett..." said Jan in a mothering tone, putting her hand on Scarlett's arm. "...there's milk and butter in the fridge, tea and coffee over there on the side and bread in the bread bin. The bathrooms are on the first floor, the wee shower room is where the hot press is if you need towels or a face cloth or fresh linen and the bigger bathroom has sanitary bits and bobs in the cupboard, cos I know men are useless with all that." Jan patted her arm "Now, upstairs - away to the top of the tree - is that man of yours."
Scarlett thanked Jan and climbed the stairs to Shane's room, they both agreed Jan was the best landlady ever. Shane scoffed as Scarlett talked about being in love with this beautiful house and it's wonderful owner. They spent the weekend shopping for and building flat-pack furniture, eating takeaway food and drinking beer in the garden.
On Sunday evening the house was full but everyone was busy in their own spaces. Shane and Scarlet had bought groceries and Shane cooked them dinner. They danced in the kitchen to the top 40 chart songs on the radio and did the washing up.
They went to Shane's room to watch a DVD and Shane wanted Scarlett to choose the film. She didn't tell him but she didn't care what film they watched tonight, she didn't want to watch it. She had been thinking about it for a week at least and she knew tonight she wanted to finally have sex with Shane.
They settled on top of the bed, Scarlett leaning back on Shane. She always fit snugly into his chest while he rested his chin on her head and unconsciously stroked her arm and the crook of her elbow. She loved the way he stroked her there or her wrist or her neck while she watched TV or worked on her uni work as he read a book.
As the film started she tried to settle but the more she thought about the anticipation of feeling Shane's cock penetrate her, the more restless she became.
"You ok babe?" asked Shane, wrapping his arm around her waist "Can you not get comfy?"
"Yeah, I am comfy." Scarlett lied. How did she suddenly feel so shy.
Shane's breath was warm on her hair, he held her tight around the waist and he chuckled at the film. Scarlett squirmed.
"Are you sleepy babe?" whispered Shane.
"No." sighed Scarlett, that wasn't it at all, she thought.
She sat up and turned round to face Shane, kneeling on the bed. She started softly kissing him, stroking his beard, his neck and his shoulders over his t-shirt. He responded, running his hands through her hair and pushing his tongue into her mouth harder with each kiss. His glasses began to steam up and they both giggled as he took them off to set them on the bedside table.
Scarlett's pussy was twitching in her trousers as Shane started kissing her neck. She panted and moaned at the tickle of his beard against her skin and her hands moved up his back, down across his chest to his thighs. His cock was almost completely hard and he inhaled sharply and moaned softly when her hand grazed against it and she started rubbing it over his jeans. He kissed back up to her mouth and their tongues danced long, wet kisses, nibbling their bottom lips.
"Can I lick your pussy babe?" Shane whispered in between kisses, running his hand up the inside of her thigh. Scarlett stopped and gave an exaggerated look like she was thinking about it and Shane looked at her, puzzled "No? You don't want that just now?" he asked gently "That's ok, babe." He kissed back down to her neck and wrapped both his hands round her waist.
She was breathless when he kissed her neck, it was a unique pleasure she craved and she loved that it made her feel so good being kissed somewhere that was always on show. "I want you!" she whispered.
"Hmmm?" replied Shane.
