Inquire about her hobbies... and ogle her some more of course.

“So, Mary...”

You see her cringe slightly, as if in pain, and continue intently looking into the empty fireplace.

“Downstairs i heard you say something about an easel, Are you an artist?” At this Marys face seems to slowly relax. A moment passes, and she turns her head to face your general direction, her gaze not quite meeting yours. “Yeah i... i like painting sometimes.” Her meek voice comes out barely more than a whisper.

“Cool. What uh, style do you like to paint in?” Wait, Was that right? Style? Genre? damn. you know barely anything about art.

“I um, i like to use oil paints mostly. sometimes uh, the water ones.”

Well, that’s not exactly what you asked, but it works.

You want to think of something else to say, but you’re completely out of your element here, You’ve gotta change the subject. “Nice, i envy you. I was never any good at the visual arts, In school I always wanted to spend most of my time in the music room.” Mary gently nods her head as you’re speaking and her expression holds a tight smile.

Another moment passes as you wait for her to pick up the conversation, before she just continues staring off in to space, lifting her legs up onto the couch and wrapping her arms around them, curling into a ball.

Ah fuck it, you tried, but the girl obviously doesn’t want to talk. For reasons you couldn’t even begin to guess this was clearly distressing her.

As you sit there, casually observing her tense face, you suddenly see one of her arms relax, and slowly her hand makes its way to rest on her neck. A moment later, that same hand moves to her chin, fingers gently tapping on her pouty and soft lips. An even longer pause, and she suddenly pops her thumb into her mouth, her eyes lull, and she sucks and slurps to her heart’s content. Thumb sucker huh, could this girl get weirder?

Observation turns to admiration as you can’t help but be turned on at the show she’s subconsciously and unknowingly giving you. You can vividly imagine in your mind something else wrapped around those tight lips.

Already enjoying yourself, you tilt your head down slightly and you’re suddenly VERY happy with your choice in seating.

Mary is still sitting with one arm still curled around her long smooth legs and you see her already short dress bunching up at her waist, giving you the perfect view of her little panties. They’re cotton, coloured a light pink with lacy edges and horizontal white stripes, a few tiny white ribbons adorn the frilly waistband. legs up, her panties are pulled tightly against her, and are slightly wedgied into her firm little ass. On her crotch you can see the faint outline of her vulva, a shallow valley warping the striped pattern, red pubic hairs are clearly visible poking out around the inner edges of her thighs.

The sight of her serenely sitting there, cheeks moving in rhythm to her gentle sucking, and accidentally flashing her cute panties makes you very aware of your still throbbing erection, the same one Samanthas huge ass gave you earlier in fact.

Fuck, maybe god really does exist, because that cute christian mouth was clearly designed for dick. you want nothing more than to walk over there, rip that thumb out and show her a new divine purpose in life, **** on your thick cock.

You really REALLY wish you had jerked off this morning.

“Lunch is ready!” Samanthas voice calling from the kitchen rudely interrupts your dirty imagination. Part of you is relieved, you weren’t sure how much longer you could have restrained yourself.

Mary is also brought back to reality, as she *pop*s her thumb out of her mouth, her lips wet and a glistening trail of saliva trickling down her chin. Her face flushes scarlet as she seems to remember your presence, and she quickly wipes her mouth on her arm.

You give her the decency of pretending like you weren’t paying attention.

You both get up and follow Samantha’s voice to the brightly lit solarium behind the kitchen. There, through the glass you actually take in the backyard for the first time.

Its the width of the narrow house, however it stretches a long way back, and is completely walled in with high privacy fences. Close to the door you see a large round hot tub built into the ground, so large in fact, you imagine it could actually function as a small pool. surrounding it is a barbecue and a number of lounge chairs.

Further back the modern stone path covering much of the backyard sharply transitions to nature, A gazebo stands partially concealed by an ancient and beautifully looking tree, small bushes and colourful wildflowers grow in and around any uncovered patches of grass.

a number of masterfully carved stone statues depicting beautiful half naked women of antiquity stand peacefully guarding this hidden refuge.

And then there’s you, standing there and absorbing this beautiful sight your mind you can only think of getting your new roommates into that jacuzzi with you. damn, Maybe you should take the liberty of buying them some swimwear.

“Arthur?” Samantha pulls you back to reality. Whoops, lost in thought again.

You sit with them at the dining table and before you can start digging in Amanda holds out a hand towards you. A glance at Mary and you see she’s shyly doing the same.

Oh, wait. Isn’t this just lunch though?

You don’t want to be actively rude to their beliefs, and gently grasp their outstretched hands. Samantha then says a few words that you quickly tune out, something about thanking god for the food, trusting entirely and blindly in him, yadda yadda “Amen”

You chime in “Amen” yourself a half beat too late.

Deliberately waiting for someone to start before you, eventually everyone begins to eat their food, making occasional idle chatter, mostly between either yourself and Samantha or rarely between her and Mary.

“Oh, Arthur i forgot to ask, Did you get an email from the landlord about another roommate? Apparently we should be looking for one? We aren’t hurting for room, but nobody comes to mind.” Ah, the cheap rent was beginning to make a little more sense, not that it wasn’t a bargain still. “No worries Samantha, i can ask around with some friends.” That was a lie, you didn’t know anyone needing a place to stay, oh well, a problem for later.

Eventually, You’re all finishing your meals when you overhear Samantha and Mary discussing chores. “Mary would you mind sweeping the floors? Oh, and taking care of the windows?”

“Sure”

“Great, When we get another roommate they can start taking the garbage out and running the dishwasher i think. I’ll clean the kitchen and bathrooms”

You hear them discussing the topic back a forth between them for a few minutes, wondering when they’ll bring you into the conversation. They never do, and so you decide to jump in, a dirty idea fresh in your mind. “I wouldn’t mind doing the laundry!”

Whoops, you may have said that with a little to much enthusiasm.

The conversation halts, and the both of them are suddenly looking at you as if you had two heads, Incredulousness clear on their faces. Woah, okay, did it really come out that bad?

Nervousness is creeping through your body, and you can’t help heavily blushing at seemingly being caught in your plans when Samantha suddenly lets out a chuckle.

She looks at you with a gentle smile and says “Arthur you don’t have to worry about any of that!”

Huh?

She continues “It’s a woman’s job to cook and clean. Our churches teachings are very clear, it’s our natural place in life.”

Wow, maybe your really were interested in this religion. The casual misogyny of her words bounce around in your head and fuel your fantasies as your think of your reply.

You speak cautiously “I mean I’m glad to hear it, I’m sure you both serve your purpose very well” Samantha enthusiastically nods her head, beaming with pride. You go on “but I’m sure you both have work or school to do, laundry can be my one job, it’s absolutely no issue” Amanda opens her mouth to object before you silence her, “i insist”

Sitting there, Samantha is clearly battling conflicting ideas in her head, visibly straining to arrive to a conclusion. She finally seems to settle on one “Thank you so much Arthur, That’s so kind of you!”

With a smile you slyly quote words she spoke to you earlier in the day “Always happy to help out”