She suspects nothing

“Ahh, much better” Samantha smiles your way and contentedly places her hands on her ample hips. You notice she’s unaware of a length of toilet paper caught in her shorts, swaying behind her like a tail. You decide not to tell her about it.

Wiping some sweat from your face and double checking your dicks not still hanging out you shakily speak “i uh, still need to get the stuff from my car. You said earlier you wouldn’t mind helping?” Her smile becomes a huge grin and you swear she’s almost shaking at the prospect of helping you “of course Arthur!”

A few minutes later Samantha and you are walking up the stairs to the second floor. you only carry a small duffle bag while Sam is following behind, sweating profusely and heavily panting as she hauls up the rest of your possessions. She insisted on carrying almost everything, and you aren’t about to stop her. there’s something hot about her struggling, trying to please you.

Reaching the top of the stairs you’re met by a cosy wraparound landing, a pleasant looking sitting area surrounding the grand window. a hallway with more windows viewing down into the side alley connects three bedroom doors, a bathroom and a laundry room. “We- *huff* haven’t *huff* picked rooms yet” Samantha face is flushed a deep red and sweat is now practically pouring down her body, visibly soaking her shorts and creating a thick dark line down her deeply wedgied asscrack. Picking at random the door at the end of the hall you enter into an impressive and spacious master bedroom. In the centre of the room is easily the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, you’ve no doubt it could fit four people in its luxurious silk sheets. The back wall is largely glass and offers a panoramic view of the backyard. There’s also an ensuite bathroom with a large walk in shower and strangely you see, tucked in the corner a nearly concealed hatch in the roof, odd.

Samantha begins to set down your belongings with a long *sigh* of relief, and a bit wobbly, sits on the bed.

As you go to join her she let’s out a slight chuckle “you are the man of the house Arthur! It’s only fair you have the master bedroom, it’s what is right.” You hear no sarcasm or distain in her voice, it’s easy to hear how wholeheartedly she believes in what she says. “Sounds good to me!”

You both make idle conversation as you spend much of the evening organizing and putting away your things. Eventually content with the way everything’s put away you once again sit by a tired looking Samantha, she suddenly says “i think I’ll share a room with Mary, then when we get another roommate they can have their own room when they arrive” for about the hundredth time today more dirty thoughts permeate your mind, and suddenly, an idea. You’d have to approach this cautiously. “How big are the other bedrooms?” She replys “oh, well, Not that big. But we’ll manage!”

You pretend to look as if you’re deep in thought for a moment and exaggeratedly snap your fingers as if you just had a genius idea “well if this room is the biggest why doesn’t somebody share this one?” Samantha eyes widen briefly and she almost smiles before it flickers out “oh Arthur we’ve already moved you in. No need to worry about us girls!” You continue more insistently “I don’t have to leave, why doesn’t someone share the room with me?” She lets out a sort of gasp and begins to shake her head, then looks at you as if you’re a bit slow “Arthur an unmarried man and woman cant share a room, that’s sinful and immoral” as you consider her patronizing words you can see her rubbing her neck slightly, grimacing a bit as if in pain. “Overdid it a bit huh?” “Wha-?” Before she can properly respond you take the liberty of placing your hands upon her shoulders and begin to give her a massage “ooooowhatareyoudoingaaaaahhh” her words come out as a slight moan, and her cheeks become scarlet, blushing wildly. “Arthur! You shouldn’t touch me so! It’s inappropriate!” Her body seems to betray her words however as her head is slumping forward, and her breathing relaxes with your hand movements.

For awhile you both sit in silence as you work your admittedly shoddy massage skills, but for a girl as sexually repressed as Samantha this seems to be an incredible experience. Slowly, she allows herself to become more and more relaxed, aided by an occasional reassuring remark from you “this is perfectly normal” and “i’m just repaying you for doing such a good job! Isn’t that nice?” You’re terribly tempted to push the physical boundaries here further, but there’s more important things to consider, You test the waters once more. “so about sharing a room” Samantha murmurs a half coherent awnser “mmmsinf-uuuhhhh” you just squeeze her shoulders harder in response “it isn’t sinful to share a room silly” “hu-“ you silence her again and continue “after all haven’t we, in a way, been sharing this room for the past few hours?” A confused and slightly fearful look crosses her face “no wait, i-, Arthur that’s different, we’re just talking, sleeping is different” “and how would sleeping be different Samantha? You aren’t implying anything inappropriate are you? You honestly think so badly of me?”

She shakes her head “NO! No no no no, you’re a good man Arthur” you take on an easygoing tone of voice “then why would it be so bad for a girl to share a room with me? Besides-,” you let out a chuckle “-this beds so big we wouldn’t even touch!” Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and you catch out of the corner of your eye her mouthing the words *the same bed, oh my-* you suddenly abruptly take your hands off of her shoulders and she lets out a squeak, turns her head to face you and gives an almost expectant look, before quickly turning away. “I uh, i don’t know Arthur” you scowl “Sam, I thought you trusted me” what a strange thing to say about someone you only barely just met. A sudden pang of guilt shoots through you as your words bring tears to her eyes “i do, i do!” You have to end this here “Then there isn’t an issue is there” you say it with a sense of finality, shutting down the conversation.

After an awkward silence you glance at your phone, “shouldn’t you be getting dinner ready?” “Oh, im sorry!” She stands very quickly and begins waddling her thicc dumper towards the door. You have to suppress almost instinctively slapping her ass on the way by. You worry you may have been too harsh with her, until she pauses at the door for a moment and rubs her shoulders longingly, before snapping out of it and heading downstairs.

The rest of the evening passes in blur, all the while Samantha apologizes profusely for the late dinner, consisting of a simple pasta dish. Mary once again returns from her hiding to eat before just as quickly returning to cowering in the basement. You really had to find some common ground with that girl. To Marys chagrin, Samantha manages to make you all sit down later to watch a movie together, some stupid Christian B movie about the evils of tabletop roleplaying games.

As the hours pass by and night overtakes the house Mary is surprisingly the first one to speak up “we should go to bed, i have work tomorrow” she mutters in her airy voice. “Yeah” Samantha says “i have School tomorrow as well. Although, actually Mary, Arthur and i have talked about sleeping arrangements and- well he can tell you” Samantha looks down shyly, still unsure and apparently not knowing how to break the news.

Looks like you have a decision to make.