Another little surprise after dinner

I unlock the door for us when we get home from dinner with our friends Paul and Laura. Two things about that sentence amaze me. One, this really is my home; it’s our apartment now, not just Kristina’s. I still have trouble thinking of it that way sometimes, but this is where I live. I still have the dorm room, of course, but we share that fully as well—I gave Kristina my second key, and she might actually use the room more than I do. It’s essentially an office, now, not living space. I might have a change of clothes and a spare toothbrush there, but that’s about it. (Because we’re sharing the dorm room, I’m not sharing the rent—she figures that squares us. I’m not so sure, but it seemed like a stupid thing to argue about.) Home is with Kristina.

Two, I think they really are becoming our friends, not just Kristina’s. They—and her friends in general—have to have been skeptical of me, but they’ve given me a chance, and I think they’re coming to respect me and enjoy having me around. I’m glad, because her friends are quality people. They’re thoughtful, caring, insightful, and people of integrity. They’re also funny and interested in all sorts of things. We’ve found a lot more in common than I (or probably they) would have expected. I got a little teasing tonight about not being able to have a glass of wine with them, but it was honestly affectionate, and the four of us had a great time together.

It occurs to me as I walk into the apartment that we left laundry in the washer, so I detour into our little laundry room to move it to the dryer. This is one of the small blessings of living with Kristina, even if the dryer does vibrate something fierce. It’s not a big space, but it’s big enough for the two of us, and we keep it neat. Nothing on the floor, nothing sitting around on top of the machines.

I get the load swapped and wander out to the living room. Kristina makes room for me on the couch, then snuggles up against me. I drape an arm around her, my hand resting on one of her perfect tits. “Thanks for taking care of the laundry, baby,” she murmurs as she turns her head for a kiss.

I kiss her slowly and thoroughly and murmur back, “No problem.”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight,” she observes.

“I was,” I say. “Great food, for one thing, but I enjoyed the conversation even more. I was just thinking about this—I think Paul and Laura are actually becoming my friends, too, not just yours.”

“Of course they are,” Kristina agrees, slightly surprised. “I thought that was obvious. I know they’ve told you how much they’ve appreciated getting to know you—they’ve said that to me more than once.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I respond slowly. “They—and all your friends, really—have been very welcoming, and they’ve gone out of their way to make room for me. But I assumed at first that was for your sake, you know? They’re seniors, or they’ve already graduated—what do they want with a freshman around? I’m starting to believe they actually like me for me, but it’s nothing that seemed obvious.”

“I can see that,” Kristina says thoughtfully. “My friends were certainly reserving judgment on you to start with; but that was as much because they were afraid this was just a rebound relationship for me as it was because you’re only 18. Once they got to know you a little, they realized you fit in—they realized they enjoy your company. Not as much as I do, of course,” she adds with a sly smile, “but they do. And once they saw how you take care of me, and how much you care for me, they weren’t worried anymore. After that, it was just a matter of helping you relax and enjoy yourself with them.

“Plus, my female friends have been very happy for me when I tell them you’re hung like a horse.” Kristina grins wickedly at my blush. “Yes, we talk,” she smirks. Then, more seriously, she continues, “The one—well, ‘complaint’ is the wrong word, but I can’t think of a better one—that I had about Rob was that he wasn’t as well-endowed as I really wanted. He was thick enough—not as thick as your lovely package,” she comments, stroking my bulge lightly through my pants, “but enough to fit—but not so long. He found ways to compensate for it, like learning to eat my pussy, and we had a really good sex life; but you eat me even better than he did, and your cock satisfies me in ways I’d never experienced before—with anyone. Which, since you’re as dedicated to my pleasure as he was, makes me one excellently-fucked woman.

“Which reminds me of something,” Kristina says, untangling herself from me and standing up. “The swimsuit wasn’t the only thing I bought today. Close your eyes.” Obediently, I close them, and keep them closed as I hear fabric rustling. After a few moments, she says, “OK, you can open them now.”

With her clothes removed, Kristina stands revealed in a magenta-and-black teddy. The best way I can think to describe it is it looks like black lace with magenta mesh in the holes. That’s not really right, since actual lace is a much tighter pattern than this, but that’s the sort of pattern the black makes. It also resembles butterfly wings, now that I think of it. Her cleavage is so deep, her belly button is visible—and the teddy comes almost that high on her hips. It’s all I can do to keep from drooling.

Kristina grins sexily at my reaction, then murmurs, “From the look on your pants, I think you like it.” She turns her back to me and wiggles her ass. Above her ass crack is a narrow V of black-and-magenta lace-and mesh that runs up over the curve of her hips; above that are only a few horizontal straps to hold everything together. The point of the V disappears into her ass, of course, leaving her flawless globes bare. Kristina has a thing for thongs. Which may of course have something to do with the fact that I have a thing for her in thongs.

“Now, baby,” Kristina purrs, giving me a sultry look over her shoulder, “I have plans for you.”