Chapter 1: Signing the Lease
Disclaimer: These are consenting adults, even if it doesn't seem like it at every moment. I believe in the importance of safe sex, but might skip it for erotica between fictional characters.
Amy idly brushed a loose strand of red-gold hair behind one ear, lost in a daydream. She was thinking of Patrick. They had been dating for less than two weeks, but it already seemed hard to imagine being without him. She thought of the chiseled muscle of his chest and arms, his thin lips, sometimes set in an earnest line, sometimes quirking up in a mocking smile under those piercing green eyes surrounded by tiny smile lines. She thought of the slight curl of his glossy black hair, his lean legs and perfect butt in tight jeans, and those long fingers that knew just what to do, and she shivered a little standing behind the Taco Bell cash register.
They had met at a college party, and she had given it up that night. She blushed to herself, thinking she was usually such a good girl. But she remembered tugging him by the arm, pulling him down into her kiss in the spare bedroom, spreading her legs eagerly and fumbling with his zipper. And when he took her, hard and slow, the way he stretched her and made her burn all over. It wasn't the jungle punch, or at least not mostly that. He was perfect, well spoken and polite and attentive. He had a good job and fantastic looks and the air of a man who knows and demands just what he likes. It just wasn't fair that her parents couldn't approve. He was only thirty, it's not like he was old enough to be her father. It was past time she moved out anyhow. She had graduated high school, decided to put off college and have some fun. But by the time she made her car payments and maybe went to the mall and the movies once or twice there just wasn't much paycheck left.
She glanced over at her reflection in the glass of the drive-thru window. Her narrow waist and proud chest looked good even in a purple uniform. She was a natural ginger, with pouty lips like a movie star and baby blues under long lashes. And she wasn't stupid; she just liked to have a little bit of fun. Why was she stuck here in this dull fast food hell? She glanced up at the clock: only eighty-six minutes to the end of her shift. Then maybe she could see Patrick, or at least get away from here. Maybe there would be another customer soon.
Patrick was thinking about Amy too, but he wasn't thinking about their future. He was trying to decide how to break things off without hurting the girl too badly. It was a shame really; she was a natural redhead, with silky pubes and a pussy that could squeeze like a honeyed vise. Her breasts were a good handful, and perky with big areolas and nipples that stood up at attention before he ever kissed them. She was a ten and knew it, but acted more like a cute, sexy kid than any kind of ice queen.
But he was thirty and she was nineteen, still living at home and working Taco Bell. He was moving up at the office, and thinking about buying a house. Her parents thought he was robbing their cradle. She still had a curfew! And every time he went to pick her up he imagined her Dad getting out a shotgun. Even if that wasn't a problem, she still thought it was exciting to be able to drink a beer. Her plans didn't go much past the weekend. Did they really have any kind of future as a pair? No, she was a sweet, sweet fuck, but that's all she was going to be. It's better to get this over with before the girl gets too attached. She was already getting all starry-eyed. Soon she'd be window shopping for engagement rings. He pulled out his phone and sent her a text, asking her to come to his place after work to talk. He was only a little surprised when her response came back in under ten seconds: "YES! XOXO"
Amy had brought a change of clothes to work just in case, and as soon as she punched the clock she made a quick dash to the bathroom to change. The underwear was the most important thing, because the clothes would be coming off. She slipped into a matching push up and thong panties, black with a little lace, setting the ladies up and in place. She had chosen a tight green angora sweater that wasn't the least bit slutty, but still left nothing to the imagination, and a loose black skirt cut just above the knee. It would be just perfect for him to slide his hands under. A pair of black strappy heels finished the look. At five four, there was no chance she'd be taller than his six feet. She had worn a little makeup to work, but she painted on some bright red lip liner and was ready to go.
Driving her Neon over to his apartment, it occurred to her to wonder what he wanted to talk about. "Maybe he is freaked out about my parents? That doesn't make me happy either," she thought to herself. "It would be perfect if I could just move in with him. It is way too soon to ask, though, isn't it?" She dismissed that thought, but then she came back to it and turned it over in her head. "Maybe if I asked him real nicely he would say yes. I could scare him away, but he likes me. At worst he'll just say no, right?" She resolved to ask him about it. It made her nervous and she felt goose bumps at the idea he might say yes.
He didn't kiss her when she came in, and that made her pout a little and wonder if he had bad news. He did definitely look her up and down though, and he liked what he saw. "Hi Amy! Have a seat." He patted the love seat next to him. "We should talk." There was something about his tone, she didn't like, but she decided to go forward with her plan. Why not? "Alright, love. Actually I wanted to talk to you, too."
"You did?" He seemed quite surprised by her announcement, but she plunged ahead.
"I was wondering if..." She paused, gathering her courage, and then started again. "I know my parents haven't gotten used to us dating yet, and they're a little..." That seemed like the wrong way to start, so she just blurted it out. "I was wondering if I could move in here?" He was silent for a long pause, and she rushed in to fill the silence, talking quickly. "I know it's really soon and we haven't been dating very long, but if I moved out of my parents house then they wouldn't have anything to say about it. And, and I've wanted to move out for a while already, but every place wants a security deposit and a whole month's rent in advance and I just..." She trailed off and decided to give him doe eyes and the pleading, pouting look she used to give her parents when she wanted candy at the grocery store check out. He didn't answer for a while.
Patrick was thinking it over. This girl was smoking hot. He'd have plenty of fabulous sex for a little while if he said yes. But did he really want a nineteen year old live in? Would this be the end of poker nights and watching football in his boxers? What if he couldn't stand her when he got to know her better? She seemed both cute and sweet, but there was only so much you could learn from a few conversations. He looked her up and down, hesitating. She had her leg curled under her on his love seat, skirt hiked up on her perfect thigh. Her tits were pressing out on the fabric of her sweater like an invitation, and she was looking up at him with big, blue eyes, waiting for his decision. Could he really say no? Suddenly a sneaky, crafty thought came into his mind. She was begging him to let her move in. If she was really serious, she would agree to whatever he liked. He could be really unreasonable, and it wouldn't matter. If she got furious and stormed off, it would be 'mission accomplished'. He picked up a notebook and a pen from the coffee table and flipped it open to a blank page. He looked at her pleading face again, and his heart melted just a little. But he did his best to try to sound very serious and a little stern when he finally spoke.
