Finding Her Prince
Chapter 1 -- New Roommate
Roger met Nikki on a Friday, at the end of another long work week. He had decided to stop by a local bar for a cold beer. The bar used the old fashion mugs. They had a system where they dipped the mug in water then placed it over this device that instantly created a layer of ice both inside and outside the mug.
He counted a couple dozen people in the bar laughing and drinking. It was still early and Roger knew it wouldn't be much longer before the crowd would begin to arrive. Roger saw himself as a loner. As such he was a man who didn't really enjoy being around large crowds. His plan when he entered the bar was to have a couple beers then be gone before the Friday evening crowd began showing up.
Earlier that week Roger's landlord caught him by surprise when he informed Roger of a rent increase. Roger had been struggling to pay the rent as it was. He loved the house he was living in, but wasn't sure he'd be able to continue to live there. It was a farm house that sat back off the road a full quarter mile. With no neighbors around he enjoyed the seclusion of the Colorado Mountains along with the peace and quiet.
Roger considered himself to be an advanced amateur photographer. He had dreams of one day being able to make a living in professional photography. The mountains provided him with some of the most beautiful scenic, but what he enjoyed most was portrait photography. He especially enjoyed doing nudes set against the backdrop of the mountains.
There had been a couple girls he had dated he had managed to talk into posing nude for him. The secluded location of the house made it nice not having to be concerned about clothing. He had been successful talking both girls into spending a lot of time running around naked allowing him to not only photograph them, but to also enjoy the view. He had managed to fuck both of these girls multiple times. His favorite spot was on a blanket spread out under a large shade tree not far from the house.
The idea of losing the farm house due to not being able to pay the rent was very troublesome. Roger knew the farm house was too good to lose. He decided he needed to find a roommate willing to share expenses; otherwise there was little doubt he would be forced to move.
The summer had been the start of what had all the signs of being very hot. The temperature outside could be described as being somewhere between hot and brutal. He couldn't understand how an area that got so cold in the winter could become so unbearably hot in the summer.
Sitting at the bar, he was enjoying the air conditioning along with his first cold frosted mug of beer. As he sat there he was doing what he always did in a bar... checking out the women. Roger knew he was well above average in looks, which helped in his ability to talk women out of their panties and into his bed. Despite his ease of getting women into his bed, it had been almost three weeks since his cock had been submerged in the depths of a warm wet pussy. Sitting there he had already identified two or possibly even three women he was considering might break his unusually long bout of celibacy.
As he was watching these women, trying to decide which one to approach first, his attention was diverted by a man and woman entering the bar. It appeared they had been arguing, but that wasn't what caught his attention. What caused him to take notice of them was the man's gorgeous companion. First off, she didn't appear to be old enough to even be in the bar, but there was no question she was by far the hottest female he had laid his eyes on in a very long time. She was dressed for the heat wearing only a small tube top, a short tennis skirt and sandals. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail that almost reached her waist. The piercing in her cute belly button drew his attention to her perfectly flat stomach.
Roger guessed the girl was no more than five feet tall. As petite as she was she didn't appear to weigh a pound over 95. The tube top left little to his imagination regarding what it contained. While not being overly large, her breasts stretched the thin fabric of the top quite nicely. Like most girls her age, they appeared to be very firm. They were also the perfect size for her body. He figured it was the cold air from the air conditioning that was causing her nipples to become hard and create little points in the fabric. Sitting there looking at her Roger could already feel his cock begin to harden.
The man she came in with stepped up next to where Roger was seated and ordered one bottle of beer. Roger wondered why he hadn't ordered one for his girl, which further validated Roger's belief they had been fighting. The men exchanged friendly glances, nodding at each other with neither saying anything at first. As he waited for the beer the man looked at Roger again and said, "Fucking women! It doesn't matter how good they look or even how good they are in bed, they're all a fucking pain in the ass."
Roger grinned and said, "You know what they say. The only reason men tolerate them is because they control 100% of the pussy in the world."
The man laughed and said, "Ain't that the fucking truth! Almost makes a guy consider going gay."
As the man paid the bartender, Roger said, "Good luck with your girl."
The man said, "We are far beyond luck being able to help us. She doesn't know it yet, but the bitch is about to get dumped. Just watch and you'll see."
This comment got Roger's attention. It appeared the finest piece of ass he'd seen in a long time was about to be placed back on the market and become available. He had already forgotten about the other three possibilities as he thought if he played his cards right this little cutie might very well be the answer to ending his current bout with celibacy. With his interest peaked he now watched the couple with renewed interest.
It appeared the girl was listening intently to what the guy was saying. He was reaching across the table holding her hands as he spoke. The longer the man talked the more upset she appeared to become. By the time she jerked her hands back away from him tears had begun to flow down her cheeks. The man said something else before standing and walking out of the bar. The girl didn't even look up to watch him leave.
Roger quickly flagged the bartender and ordered two frosted mugs of beer. With the mugs in hand he made his way over to the table where the girl was seated. As he approached he put on his most charming smile then said, "Nothing can be all that bad. Are you aware it's a criminal offense for a girl as beautiful as you to mess up such a pretty face with tears?"
She had been dabbing her eyes with a tissue but looked up when she heard Roger's voice. Seeing him standing there holding the two mugs of beer she grinned and asked, "You realize that is probably the lamest line I've ever heard. Does it actually work very often?" Before he could answer she said, "You're sweet, but now really isn't a good time," before looking back down.
Roger said, "I actually thought it was a pretty good line and I hate to disagree, but right now is the perfect time to find a new friend. I'm in desperate need of a friend who can drink this extra beer, so can you please help me out? There's no way I can drink both of these then drive home. Besides that, you look thirsty. You are old enough to drink, aren't you?"
She gave him a slight grin then said, "Depends on which I.D. you'd like to see."
Roger grinned then asked, "So can I safely assume at least one of them indicates you are 21?"
Nodding her head she said, "Yea, you could say that."
He then placed the mug of beer in front of her and said, "Then I guess you are old enough so this must belong to you." He sat in the same chair the guy who had brought her in had been seated in, then said, "What I saw just happen looked pretty ugly."
Nodding her head again she said, "Yea, something like that. He had the nerve to tell me I'm too young and immature for him. We've been together for over a year and he waits until now to decide I'm too young."
This had Roger a bit concerned so he asked, "So just how old does that other I.D. say you are?"
He saw her grin and in what he would describe as a conspiratorial whisper, she said, "Eighteen, but I'll be nineteen in less than a month."
Hearing this he relaxed having confirmed while she might not be old enough to drink, by law she was an adult and old enough to help relieve the tension he was still feeling in his groin. She invited him to sit and Roger learned her name was Nikki. Over the next two hours she confided she had been living with the asshole who had just dumped her and that her parents were divorced with both living on the coast near San Diego. In addition to not having the money to return home she said she had no desire to see either of them again in the foreseeable future.