Jane had been brought up in a religious home. Church every Wednesday and Sunday, prayer over all her meals, limiting the use of swears and always dressing modestly. But she had always had her guilty pleasures that she'd kept hidden.
Her best friend had turned her on to romance novels in her youth. The damsel in distress, saved by the strapping hero on a white horse stories filled her notebooks throughout her life. Growing up, her head was often full of fantasy ideas that she'd write out and hide under her bed. As she hit her older teenage years though, she had been getting into the more erotic versions that kept her awake at night with a flashlight and teenage hormones.
She had always dreamed of leaving this life behind and escaping to the dark world her parents always warned her away from. But when she got her acceptance letter to the college of her dreams 2 states away, she jumped at the chance. Making promises to call everyday and not letting someone else "corrupt her" with sin, her parents finally gave her their blessings to leave home.
At the age of 19, she had always been the visage of innocence to her peers. Standing at 5'5", her long black hair reached to her lower back, her hazel brown eyes always wide and full of curiosity for the world around her. And her breasts were always covered up in a modern, yet modest shirt, covering her generous DD breasts.
She was unable to secure a dorm, but was able to find an open room to a couple that often rented out to college students nearby. Driving the long road west, she finally pulled up in her car and couldn't help but smile. The two story house was just like the picture she pulled up online, which was honestly a major concern to her.
Pulling her shirt down and fixing her hair, she took in a deep breath before walking up to the home and ringing the doorbell. The door opened wide to a gorgeous, short and thin asian woman with a pixie cut and pink highlights in her dark hair. "Oh my gosh, welcome! Welcome!" Greets the woman, bypassing Jane's hand entirely and pulling her into a surprisingly strong hug.
"You must be Jane! We've been waiting ages for you! Please, take a seat! I'm Lucy, you'll meet John in a bit since he's headed home from work." Jane was completely caught off guard by the welcoming intensity of Lucy, but decided to roll with it instead, hoping to make a good impression.
Looking around the room, she noted that there were pictures of former residents absolutely everywhere. Happy faces of different students through the years seemed to radiate back at her as she looked them over. "Wow," she exclaimed, "you guys have helped a lot of college kids find their feet, huh?"
Lucy, sitting down across from her in a wicker chair, smiles as she looked up at their wall. "Yeah, we've had a lot of people use our guest room. Most were good, a few bad eggs, but all around worth helping."
The door opened just then and Jane couldn't help but watch Lucy's eyes brighten and her smile broaden. "Hey baby, our new guest has arrived."
Jane's eyes widened as she looked up to see a man standing at least 6'4" and bulging with muscles. Not like a body builder, but more like a miner, or lumber jack, yet still quite intimidating. The bearded man turned to see the two sitting there and the giant brightened with a large smile that poked through his hair.
"Hey there Jane, I'm John, Lucy's husband. It's very nice to meet you." Holding out his hand, it felt more like having her fingers wrapped in a paw. The sheer strength could crush her bones if he wasn't careful in everything he did.
The moment he looked away, his wife, who was an easy foot shorter than him, reached up and guided him by the beard to her lips. Their embrace lasted nearly a full minute and Jane couldn't help but feel a bit awkward in the moment.
But it didn't stop her from watching. The way this woman not just wanted, but seemed to demand the attention of this giant was more adorable than anything. But the way that her hands ran through his beard, the way his hands wrapped around her middle and almost lift her from her feet had his wife in small giggles and even, at one point, a soft moan.