you think you’ll manage.

Let it be know that you have SOME sense of shame.

You give her an innocent smile and say “Oh I’m fine, Just admiring the view!” Your innuendo flys over her head and she looks relieved, brightly smiling back at you and glances up at the house “i know right? Isn’t it gorgeous!”

This was fun.

“oh absolutely, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen! I can’t wait to sink in and explore deep inside, it’ll probably be a really tight fit though!”

She considers your words for a second before replying “no need to worry, There’s plenty of space!” you realize you’re still awkwardly standing at the bottom of the steps, on the sidewalk, and make your way up and beside Samantha.

Your throbbing aching cock is still in control and you subtly lean her way to inhale deeply through your nose. she has a natural feminine scent, with a hint of fresh sweat and the faint traces of deodorant and fresh laundry.

“Well Arthur, welcome home!”

She opens the heavy wooden door, and following her closely, you return briefly to openly gawking at her mammoth ass and minuscule shorts, how can a devout Christian girl go walking around like that? does she realize how tight those things are? Although, you HAVE seen this kind of thing before. young women caught unawares and unprepared by their changing bodies used to be a common sight, but most had adapted long before they ever left school. She must be pretty dense, or sheltered, to have kept the same sized clothing for so long.

In any case, you do know It’s taking all the self control you have not to reach out and roughly **** that thick christian booty.

A few moments after stepping through the door and with great effort, you tear your gaze away from her sizeable assets once more and take in your surroundings.

You’re standing inside a large, long rectangular open concept room, a contemporary black wooden floor under your feet made from rare hardwoods and walls painted a crisp white contrast against colourful and beautiful artwork. above you the high ceiling retains its original plaster, being decorated with grand spiralling designs accented with subtle gold highlights.

A wooden staircase stretches across the right side of the long room, and a door under the lowest part of the stairs opens into a closet, another further down into a washroom.

immediately in front of you is the open living room area, the furnishings are a tasteful mix of the ultramodern and antique, two small love seats and a wingback armchair surround an old marble fireplace with carefully repaired cracks spiderwebbing across it.

To the far end of the room a marble counter set with bar stools separates the kitchen, it’s large and luxurious with countless high end appliances, immaculate copper pots and pans hang above an island counter in the centre, You note the empty grocery bags currently littering its surface.

to the far end of the kitchen is an open arched doorway leading to a cozy glass sunroom with a circular dining table off to the left side, a circular staircase leading down on the other and a sliding door exiting to the backyard.

This day is already turning out to be one of the best of your life, you can’t believe the absurd luck that got you here, living in this beautiful place with that big fresh piece of teen ass standing in front of you? Things are lookin’ up Arthur.

After Samantha gives you a tour of the ground floor she makes her way through the sunroom and down the iron spiral staircase. “I think Mary is still down here” she tells you.

The staircase leads to an open, finished basement, Not quite as long as the floor upstairs, however still massive for a single room. To one end, directly next to you there’s a large fully stocked bar filled with hundreds of expensive alcohols, looking as if it had been plucked right out of a local pub. The far opposite wall is completely covered by a large white screen, pointed at it, a projector hangs from the ceiling over a wide L shaped sofa. Central in the room is a full sized billiards table, next to it a rack of cues line the wall.

“Mary?”

“Ah, Sammy”

An airy feminine voice meets your ears and a tall girl previously hidden from your view stands up from the long sofa. “I think I’m going to set up my easel in the living room, the lighting just doesn’t seem ri-“ her voice seems to catch in her throat as she spots you standing in the room.

And to be fair, You’re equally caught off guard by what you see.

Your second roommate is a girl around Samanthas age, with short auburn hair topped with a thin pink hairband. Her face is absolutely gorgeous, with emerald green eyes surrounded by long eyelashes, and big naturally plump lips. A thick dusting of freckles covering much of her forehead and cheeks stand out against her porcelain pale skin.

Looking down at her body you can’t help but be slightly disappointed after the eye candy Amanda provided.

She’s unusually tall, with a thin lanky build and standing equal to you in height at 6ft. You cant say you REALLY mind however, because you swear there must be some obscure rule in the bible forbidding clothing that fits correctly.

She’s wearing a thin floral printed summer dress that’s somehow both too loose and too short. The top of her dress is nearly falling off, a simple looking white bra partially visible on her small chest and the bottom of her dress falls above her mid thigh, revealing much of her beautiful long pale legs.

“Arthur, this is Mary” Samantha gestures between the two of you, “Mary, this is Arthur. He’s gonna be our roommate!”

Mary still stands in place, looking like a deer in headlights and fiddling with a gold crucifix necklace around her neck.

A sudden long silence falls upon the Rec room.

You’re just about to break the tension with a greeting of your own when Mary finally speaks, leaning forward and half whispering to Samantha, “I-i-is th-that okay?”

You struggle to suppress a laugh.

“Of course it’s okay! Arthur’s really nice”

She visibly relaxes a little at Samanthas words, releasing a shaky breath she seemed to be holding in.

Mustering some courage, Mary walks towards you, stopping a good five feet away and addresses you for the first time, looking down at her feet she quietly speaks “Uh, hi Arthur. My name’s Mary”

“Yeah... hi Mary, I’m Arthur” you both repeat the greeting Samantha already provided nearly word for word, and another long silence threatens to consume the room.

Samantha quickly speaks “lets head upstairs. I’m gonna make some lunch for all of us, do you like potato salad Arthur?”

Oh thank fuck.

“Yeah, that sounds great. thanks!”

The three of you make your way back up the spiralled stairs and Samantha immediately goes to work in the kitchen, pulling various containers out of the fridge. “It’ll be a minute, why don’t you two sit down and get to know each other?”

You catch Mary shoot you a nervous glance out of the corner of your eye before she begins walking to the living room.

You can’t help but to watch and admire her.

With her tall and lanky form you somehow expected her to be awkward and clunky, but are glad to be proven wrong.

she moves gracefully and almost appears to glide across the room, the only flaw being a still present anxiety in her tight shoulders.

The swishing of her oh so short dress provides you with an effective tease, just barely managing to keep her panties out of sight.

She sits down on a sofa in front of the empty fireplace and distractedly stares off into space, possibly deliberately avoiding looking at you.

You follow, and take a seat in the armchair across from her.

Neither of you say anything.

God damnit, back at square one.