After living out of state for the past fifteen months or so I'd moved back to the old hometown and set myself up in an apartment complex in the suburbs. I was single, nineteen, had a good job, working four tens with Saturday, Sunday and Monday's off.
After settling in I quickly got back into my old habits of going to one of the local adult movie houses and several of the bookstores looking for action. Over many years I'd developed long term relationships with several men I'd met in this way, some lasting several years to as many as twenty-five. But those relationships would come later. This story is about the eighteen months I lived in this complex.
The complex had about 120 units set on two floors in a block shape with a pool and courtyard in the center. Most of the people who lived there were single or young married couples with a few older singles and couples here and there. The younger residents were mostly all professionals or semi-professionals just starting out in their careers and the oldest residents were mostly retired people who didn't want the hassle of maintaining a home and yard anymore. The older single residents were usually divorced and in between relationships and/or residences.
The complex was managed by a live in couple, Aloysius Bartholomew E. (not going to give his surname), Abe for short and his wife Dotty (Dorothy). Abe was forty-nine or fifty and also served as the maintenance man of the complex while Dotty was around the same age as Abe and worked for the local school board as the principal of one of the junior high schools.
Right off I became friendly with several of the couples and singles, both male and female, in the complex but nothing sexual occurred until I made friends, about a week after moving in with a set of twenty year old twin sisters.
Patty and Kathy were not identical twins but fraternal twins, but there was enough of a family resemblance you couldn't help but know they were related. They were both about 5'2", weighed about 115 and had brown hair and eyes. Patty's hair hung to just below shoulder length and Kathy's was shorter, just over her ears. Patty's tits were a nice handful, about 32B's, and her sister seemed about the same.
The sisters were in nursing school and took their studies seriously. They were required to work occasional weekends at the University hospital in addition to attending classes so their time was pretty well filled.
Patty and I began to date but were not steadies by any means; we were both free to date others. We did see each other a good bit though and when she had time off we went out maybe two or three times a month, taking in a movie, going to a club, a museum, the park or zoo, maybe to someone's party. We were able to spend more time together in the evenings during the week at home and during those evenings we'd sit and talk, have a few beers and if the mood was right we'd fool around some.
When we went to the movies we preferred the drive-in's, there were still three of them in the area at that time. We'd watch the movie for awhile then start to make out and get into some heavy petting, but none of this occurred until after we'd dated a couple times and spent several evenings together.
Admittedly we got off to a slow start in the sex department, but I wasn't worried about that, I knew that patience would be rewarded. Besides I was getting plenty of sex with other guys and another couple of girls I was seeing from the old days, but none of those relationships were serious either.
Eventually, about three weeks after I'd moved in, Patty and I did do the dirty deed. She was no virgin when we met but she really wasn't that experienced either, but she'd told me her mom had put her and her sister on the pill when they were sixteen, just in case.
Usually when we had sex we'd start by making out and I'd undress her as we went, my hands roaming freely over her body. She really enjoyed having her neck nibbled but not her ear lobes. She had nice firm tits, about 32B's that she liked having gently squeezed and rubbed but she didn't like her nipples played with other then by rubbing. I never saw her pull or pinch her nipples, only gently rub her fingers over them and her areole.
She liked her pussy played with and would respond to your probing fingers by moving her tiny ass around as you fingered her. The first time I went down on her I explored her pussy with my eyes first and saw she was very pink, like coral, and delicate. She had a fair amount of fine dark hair on her lips and mons but it was not a thick covering at all. Her inner lips were small, child-like but her clit was larger then average being about the size of the diameter of the tip of your little finger and about as long as the nail on that finger. Her clit was partially covered by a small flap of skin and would harden when played with. Like most women, she didn't like direct contact on her clit but rubbing a finger along side it or on both sides at the same time got her little motor running. When excited her pussy would puff up, her lips swelling and shading towards a red color rather then pink.
She didn't like anal play in any form, stating forcefully "that's an exit only" and kind of freaked a little when I ate her asshole the first time I went down on her, so I didn't do that with her again.
When you ate her pussy you knew she liked it and every time I went down on her she reacted the same. Over time I'd eaten her sitting on a chair, on a table, lying on the floor or in bed and each time she did the same thing. She'd turn her head to the left, close her eyes, place her right hand across her chest and rub her areole and nipple with just one finger, usually her middle finger, while either placing her left hand on the back of my head, and repeating over and over throughout "that's good, that's good, that's good" or the thumb of her left hand in her mouth and still make muffled sounds that resembled "that's good" as she sucked on her thumb. The only change would be as she neared orgasm and the pace of the "that's good" would increase until she stiffened and the "that's good" changed to an "ooohhh" as she came.
She always kept her eyes closed when we fucked too. If she were on her back her head would be turned to the left, her fingers rubbing one or both areoles or nipples. She would fuck back rolling her hips as you rode her, sometimes holding your arms while she pushed her hips back up to meet your thrusts.
She was pretty flexible and you could push her legs way back, practically folding her in half and fuck her like this. She'd have her arms wrapped around her legs, rubbing her nipples with her fingertips with her eyes closed.
If she were on top she'd either sit up and hump herself on your cock as she toyed with her nipples and areoles or lean forward, her arms on your chest as she fucked herself up and down, but her eyes would be shut as she did.
If you were seated and she sat on your cock straddling you she'd place her hands around your neck or one on your shoulder as she rubbed her breast with one finger, but still her eyes would be closed.
Her favorite position was on her knees, her ass high while her head and shoulders lay flat down. This position caused her back to sway slightly downward making her ass really stand out and since her ass was so tiny and thighs so thin she'd really be on display from behind. Patty would move her ass around or back and forth as you fucked her, while her head would lay flat, her eyes closed and usually her thumb in her mouth as she sucked on it.
I tried to get her to look at me while we had sex but she would only for a second before closing her eyes again. Don't get me wrong she was a passionate lover who participated rather then just lay there, but her reluctance to make eye contact during sex was a little disconcerting.
With Patty's school schedule of having to work every third weekend at the hospital and her studies, left me time on Saturday's to get out to the adult theater and bookstores to look for cock to suck so I was having a good old time.
One day about two months after I moved in something happened and I wouldn't have to go out looking for cock anymore, unless I wanted a change.
It was a Sunday and I'd gotten up and showered, threw on a pair of old comfortable gym shorts and a tee shirt and went into my living room. I just didn't like the way the furniture was set up and had been meaning to change things around. There really wasn't much to move, just a bookcase, an easy chair, foot stool and a table and lamp. The glare from the front window fell on the TV or whatever I was reading with the chair where it was. So I moved the bookcase to the other wall and put the chair where the bookcase had been, placed the foot stool back in front of the chair, moved the table over and put the lamp on it. I bent over to plug in the lamp and suddenly fire shot out of the receptacle, there was popping and crackling and I about jumped completely across the room, startled. Looking at the receptacle I saw black soot streaked across the front from one of the prong holes. I picked up the phone and called Abe, the manager/ maintenance man and told him what happened and he said he'd be right up.
Abe knocked on my door about ten minutes later and when I opened it was surprised by his dress. I'd never seen him in anything other then workman's utility clothing; you know the all green or all khaki pants and shirts but today he had on a pair of cut off jeans, a tee shirt and old beat up tennis shoes.
He came in with his tool box and I showed him what happened and he said "yeah, bad plug, seen it a few times lately."
When Abe talks he speaks so softly you have to stand near him to hear and when he asked me "did it kick the breaker?" I had to ask "what?" because he had said it so quietly.
He walked into the kitchen, where the breaker box was and came back and said "yeah, it's off."
