Day 1 - Chilling with Sam

Richard woke up, confused and groggy. He rolled over.

Why the fuck are there two pillows in my shirt... Oh God...

He, or rather she, woke up.

Oh fuck, it was not a dream.

She sat up, feeling her soft titties through her pajamas. She slipped a hand inside her pants. Yup, pussy.

Rachel shuddered, standing up. There was no one else in the bed. She left the bedroom, entering the corridor. There were four other doors - two other bedrooms, one bathroom, one outside door. The corridor led to the living room. Rachel went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She struggled getting used to the face in the mirror - she wasn't used to seeing a girl there, especially a girl with such an ugly haircut.

Rachel entered the living room, still kind of confused. Sam was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on the table. He beamed seeing Rachel.

"Oh, you're awake?"

"Yeah... Where's everybody?"

"They went to work. Today I'm doing stuff on my computer. I'm not very busy, but I'd rather you didn't bother me... til 2 p.m. It's 9.30 a.m."

"Ohh..."

"There's food in the kitchen." Sam nodded towards the kitchen door opposite the corridor. "Go make something for yourself."

Rachel entered the kitchen and made herself some cornflakes with milk. She also poured herself a large glass of orange juice.

_How much can I eat? I know chicks get fat easier... _She rubbed her big tits. I hope everything goes to my boobs. Wait, what the fuck? I'm a... You know, fuck it. I need to eat.

She ate in silence, interrupted only by Sam tapping on the keyboard. After she finished, she grabbed some of her clothes and went to the bathroom once more.

She slipped out of pajamas and entered the shower. Her tits jiggled with every move. She ran a hand down her body, feeling up her tits, soft, yet flat belly, and glorious ass. She touched the...

No. No, not yet. There's no going back from that.

She turned on the water and looked around for something to wash herself with. There were three shower gels - a blue "mountain fresh" one, a green "citrus" one, and a pink "strawberry kisses" one.

I have no fucking idea which one belongs to whom. Funny people I'm living with.

She still decided to go for the blue one. She washed herself, slathering up her soft, jiggly body... She couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. She reached down to her new junk - to her aching clit. She warily put one finger on it and rubbed slightly. An electric sensation went through her spine.

Okay, I won't put it in, but this is basically like jerking off... Better than jerking off, holy shit, that is sensitive...

She rubbed her clit, with the water's warmth and the mentol in the gel providing a strangely orgasmic paradoxical hellfire of a sensation. She rubbed harder and harder as icy flames consumed her pleasure nub. She gasped and sat down, fearing falling down. She put a bigger blob of gel on her clit, grabbed the shower head, turned up the **** of the stream, and aimed it right at her clit.

She barely stiffled a scream, as her clit was deliciously roughed up by the powerful hot torrent, the menthol gel only intensifying the pleasure.

And then the orgasm came. Her eyes rolled back and she saw stars as her entire body exploded with ecstasy. It kept going and going, a good half a minute, before subsiding, leaving her poor abused clit very sore and her tighs slick with pussy juice.

Rachel quickly washed it off and jumped out of the shower, feeling strangely guilty. She had done something unmanly... Nah, jerking it in the shower was still plenty manly.

She heard a knock on the door. She quickly put on her boyshorts, a sports bra, a hoodie, and sweatpants. She opened the door, only to see Sam there.

"I was hoping you were leaving. I need to pee."

"Yeah, sure, dude..."

She came out, brushing against him.

He smelled like strawberries.

I knew it.

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