Two naive christian girls

You step out of your car, walk around the side and open up a rear door, finding in there all the luggage you took with you. You’ve always lived pretty spartanly, a backpack, your guitar case, a large cardboard box and two duffle bags carry literally all of your clothing, toiletries and personal possessions.

Before you reach in and grab a single bag, you hear the sound of a large door opening somewhere behind you, turning about, you look up to see someone exiting the house and begin to step down the stairs to the sidewalk below.

it’s a girl at least in her late teens or early twenties, she has an attractive looking oval face, with thick natural eyebrows and bright blue eyes, a long ponytail of straight brown hair is slung over her shoulder and falls across a slightly baggy grey hoodie with bold text on it you can’t quite make out.

She makes her way to the bottom of the steps, not seeming to notice you directly across from her, and slings a small bag of garbage into a shiny bin on the street, before taking a seat on the front step.

A distance away from the bin you notice for the the first time two bicycles propped up against the house, One of the bikes is an expensive looking white mountain bike, the other is pink and appears to be vintage, from the 1950s you’d guess.

Well this is more awkward than you thought it would be.

You try to take on a friendly and cheerful tone of voice, saying “Hi! You must be my roommate then? Im Arthur Allan”

The girl looks up at you, noticing you for the first time, her big blue eyes now looking over you and the car now sitting in front of her. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” A warm smile appears on her face as she stand up to greet you. you see she’s shorter than you, standing maybe five and a half feet tall. She reaches out a hand to shake yours, “My name’s Samantha, Samantha Barnes. I didn’t know to expect anyone else, we just moved in a couple hours ago ourselves”

We? You take her hand and shake it briefly before parting “huh, well we’re in the same boat then, I didn’t know i would have more the one roommate”

your thoughts go back the the oddly cheap price of the listing, and you have the worrying image of dozens of people packed like sardines inside the house flash into your head.

“It’s just me and a friend, we’re nice, I promise!” She says with a goofy grin.

Damn this girl’s pretty cute.

You cast your gaze down to her chest, intending on eying her up and can now make out the writing on her hoodie, it’s a bible quote, reading:

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight."

Ah fuck, a religious girl, well there’s that train of thought out the window.

Following your eyes, and seeing the gears turn in your head Samantha looks down at herself, straightening her top with her hands and thinking hard for a moment. “*gasp* Arthur are you a christian?!”

You look back up at her, and see her bobbing up and down slightly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Nah, not really, i never bought into all that crap.” Slips out of your mouth before you can censor it with any sort of tact.

“Oh.... well that’s too bad” Samantha is visibly put out by this, dejectedly looking down at her feet. “Well... maybe you’d consider coming to my church with me sometime! My dad is the Pastor there, his sermons are so inspiring, maybe he’ll make you see things differently!”

Having shut her down so quickly, you feel a bit as if you had just kicked a puppy.

“I’ll think about it” you cautiously state. This seems to put some energy back in her demeanor ”Great!”

Silence overtakes the both of you, a few moments pass before Samantha breaks the awkward pause. “We should get inside, then you can take a look around and meet everybody to get settled in”

“Sure, sounds like a plan, let me just get my stuff” you start turning back to your car when Samantha stops you, “Oh don’t worry about that, i can bring them in for you later, it’s no issue” huh, a weird amount of generosity you think from someone who just met you, but you’re not about to turn it down. “Wow, thanks”

She has a large genuine smile on her face “always happy to help out” she says, and beckons you to follow her.

As Samantha Turns and begins heading up the front steps, you find your vision is suddenly filled with one of the biggest asses you’ve ever seen, hypnotically wobbling up and down with the motion of her legs.

In contrast to her otherwise athletic build it looks absolutely massive, almost gravity defying and despite its huge size it looks bubbly, round and tight.

Containting that beautiful caboose is a pair of severly undersized running shorts, stretched like a trampoline and struggling to stay together at the seams, long panty lines from what is surely even tighter underwear dig two deep channels on either asscheek of her jiggling bottom.

Soon, that ass isn’t the only thing trying to bust open some clothing.

You stand there at the bottom of the steps, mouth open in shock and sudden arousal, in seconds you’re fully erect and a prominent bulge is managing to appear through the thick denim of your jeans.

Samantha quickly reaches the top of the steps and outstretches her arm for the door before pausing, and looking over her shoulder “Arthur?” she has concern in her voice, and tilts her head slightly in confusion. “Are you alright? Um... Do you you need help up the stairs?” You shake yourself out of it, and want to chuckle at her sudden sarcasm before you realize she’s genuine.