Can't we let him stay?

Two years I'd been dating Sarah, two wonderful years. We'd been each others only friend throughout high school and I finally worked up the courage to ask her out after we graduated. She was a shy girl, bullied most of her life by all of the so called popular kids.

When she was younger, it was her ginger hair or her weight that she was picked on for. Then puberty hit her hard, filling out her chest so fast she was buying new bras almost every other week. People said the worst things about her, implying her larger breasts meant she was a whore or that she'd already been with a hundred guys.

I knew she was really a pure girl, a pure tormented soul just like me. We didn't need anyone else to make it through high school and we wouldn't need anyone else to make it through the rest of our lives!

Sarah went on to study nursing at university like the kind spirit she was, but I focused on finding a job. I knew if I could work my way to a job that played well enough we could start our lives together, with just the two of us.

It had been a hard start to our new relationship, our hours in the day never seemed to line up as she studied and I worked whatever job I could get. We sneaked in what time we could together, with late night phone calls and the occasional dinner date. It was hard being apart for so long, but the longing only strengthened our love for each other.

Now I finally had a job that played well enough to support both of us. We both moved out of our homes and into an apartment. It was close to the university, which was great for Sarah because neither of us could drive yet. Even though it would take me three buses to get to work, I was happy just knowing we were living together.

My long hours and her studies would still take up our time, but we would be spending every night together from now on. I was anxious but excited to finally consummate our love after waiting all this time and after spending our first wonderful night together, I would make things official. I already had the ring, and I already knew we'd spend our lives together. This time tomorrow Sarah would be my fiancee.

"That's the last of them." I told her, wiping the sweat off my brow as I finished bringing in our moving boxes.

"Thanks for bringing them all in Liam, you're the best boyfriend ever!" Sarah exclaimed from the couch.

Sarah didn't like pet names, not after everything she'd been called in school, so we referred to each other by our first names. I would have liked to use something cute or sweet, but I understood why she was against it.

I watched her, lying down on the couch with her head in a nursing textbook. She'd been through quite the transformation these past few years, slimming down to a much more shapely form. Her weight had never bothered me, but Sarah said her course had inspired her to take better care of her body.

I stared at her plump ass pressed tight against her leggings, but felt too guilty to linger on it. She was always the most beautiful girl to me, but now I was sure any guy would agree she looked amazing. As her body slimmed down, her breasts remained the same size, always pressing tight against the new shirts she wore.

I moved to lie down next to her, cuddling the love of my life and gently kissing her neck.

"You're so beautiful." I told her. "Maybe you could take a study break and we could break in the new bed?"

"You'll have to wait for tonight mister!" She told me with a smile on her face. "I want to make sure everything is perfect before we make love together."

She was right of course, I was being impatient. Our first time needed to be magical moment and there wasn't any rush, we had the rest of our lives to spend together.

I leaned closer to kiss her lips, but was stopped by the sudden knocking at our door.

"Were we expecting anyone?" It wasn't like we had any friends to invite to a house warming, who could it be?

"Could you go check? Maybe it's the neighbour's saying hello?"

I wish I had just stayed there, lying with Sarah until the knocking stopped. Instead, I went to the front door, opening our lives to the man that was behind it.