Krystal comes round (with a guest)

Krystal turns up at 3:15.

She’s quite a sight, in figure hugging jeans that struggle to contain her large ass and a loose, V-neck blue jumper that shows off her cleavage. She engulfs you in a hug. Then gives you a surprisingly tentative kiss, before glancing back. Behind her comes Blair, in leggings and another tight top. Memories of last night, her breasts bouncing free, stir the monster in your trousers.

“She insisted on coming,” Krystal tells you. There’s no pleasure in her words.

“I was coming over anyway,” Blair states. “To continue last night,” she whispers in your ear as you hug her. It’s all you can do to keep control.

“So this is where you live?” Krystal states, looking down the hall. “It’s big.”

“Yes. It’s my parents’ house. Well, was my parents’ house. I grew up here.”

She offers her condolences at your mothers’ ****, while you boil the kettle and brew a pot of tea. Then you give the women a tour. Blair only saw the master bedroom last night.

“So many rooms,” Krystal states. “What are you planning to do with them?”

You shrug. “You could turn one of them into a gym,” Blair proposes. “The ground floor room you’re turning into an office would be best.”

“It’s my office.”

“But one of the rooms upstairs could be an office. A gym’s best on the ground floor.

“Let the man arrange his house as he wants to, Blair,” Krystal sighs after her friend. “Let’s check out those upstairs rooms first.”

The master bedroom impresses them, or at least the bed in the master bedroom.

“That is an impressive bed. You could hold a significant orgy on that bed,” Krystal opines

The thought makes you shudder. “That’s my parents’ bed.” Fucking Blair on it had been traumatising enough. At least it would have been if you hadn’t been swept up in the moment. And with Blair standing there, all you can think about is repeating the experience. But Krystal is there. She’s shaking the mattress.

“Sturdy. You could put this through a lot.”

Blair and you exchange looks. You did.

“Well, I can see why you’re having problems with the WIFI. This is more than the bachelor pad I imagined.”

She has a device to measure the WIFI signal, which she has been using while you’ve given them the tour. She even takes it down the garden. She’s used a tablet to draw a crude diagram of the house, which she then annotates with the WIFI reception.

Then it’s back to the living room, where she sips her tea and examines what she’s done, until she has a plan. You accept it. The main router in the hallway. Upstairs, an enhancer in the master bedroom and another at the entrance to the two front bedrooms. A third by the back door and a fourth in the conservatory. Sounds like overkill to you, but you don’t know any better.

You test her setup using your laptop. Taking it from the office, around the house while watching a history YouTube video. It never stutters once.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?”

“It’s all part of the St Perpetua’s welcome pack, isn’t it Krystal?”

“Yes, part of the St Perpetua’s welcome pack.” Although Krystal doesn’t appear convinced.