A New House Share

New York. The Big Apple. A place for dreams to come true, etc. etc.

My name is Tom, I'm a 25 year old American from a small town in PA. After getting a job in the city in finance, I needed to move, so I found a house share for a few months. Nothing fancy, nothing too expensive. I talked to the landlord over the phone - four women already in the property and I'd be the only man. Not a problem for me, I said, my last share was with guys and it was filthy. It'd be nice to have a woman's touch.

How right I was.

On a hot summer's day I arrived, in my car with a few of my belongings. Having got my key, I let myself in, and found two of the women sitting on the couch, not wearing too much. Kate and Samantha-but-call-me-sam they introduced themselves as, and I immediately knew I'd like this place. Kate was an attractive blonde in her early twenties, and Sam was a redhead. Both wearing workout gear, they were in yoga pants and sports tops.

Kate was tall, around 5' 8", and clearly had Scandanivian running through her. Long legs, blue eyes, and incredibly fair skin. Sam, far shorter - probably only 5' 3", was a born-and-bred New Yorker, and proud of it. Kate was busty while Sam was far skinnier, with the hint of her abs showing clearly. Their sports gear - while hardly revealing - hugged their curves tightly. It was a hell of an introduction...

"So, Tom, what brings you to New York", asked Kate. She'd just been working out - they both had, clearly. The slight glow of sweat made her body glow in the light from the window.

"New job, I'm in finance in the city", I replied.

"Nice! Who doesn't like a guy in a suit?" she said cheekily, and shot Sam a look.

"Always works for me!" retorted Sam. "Much better than what I wear to work". I shot her a questioning look, and she answered without me asking.

We brought my belongings in and the girls showed me around the place. Their other two roommates, Amanda and Piti, weren't there. Piti, I was told, was half-Thai and a professional dancer. Amanda had recently got divorced from her husband - a sensitive topic, they both warned - and was a personal trainer at a gym just a few blocks away.

The house was far larger than the pictures on the internet suggested. Each of us had a large double room, with a generous kitchen, and a decent sized communal bathroom on the ground floor - though all the rooms were also ensuites with good sized showers. So far so good.

The girls excused themselves to get changed and showered, and I set to making my room my own. Computer all set up, my good speaker system - good WiFi too! After about an hour, I heard a knock at my door.

"Tom, it's Kate. Do you want a coffee?"