Disclaimer: This story is 100% fiction and for entertainment only.
It's no small stretch to say that my life changed this spring when I met international badgirl sensation Lara Croft.
I was a freshly 18 year old boy looking to make extra money by snapping photos of the British icon, but she caught me. Instead of just beating my ass or suing me, she made me work off what the damages would have been, and offered me a job as her poolboy, groundskeeper, and general caretaker of her place.
On the very same day we met, she took my virginity, opening my eyes to how great sex with an older and experienced woman could be. I spent more time at Lara's mansion than I spent at my own house, be it for work or just as a retreat. It became my second home, my preferred home, and I grew very close with Lara Croft. However, that first night was the only time Lara and I had sex or touched each other. She teased and we discussed doing more, but it never happened again in that first week.
The second week of my time there, Lara's old mate from college, Samantha, came to live with her. Sam was pretty enough but not her illustrious friend, and was a year younger, putting her just a tiny bit closer to my age, though still well my senior. We soon hit it off, both of us being awkward and surprisingly enough, quite taken with each other.
My third week at Croft Manor, Sam and I became official, and my relationship with Lara changed. She was off-limits totally now, as I was with her oldest friend. We stayed fast friends, but the looks, the fleeting touches, the watching of each other was gone.
After two months of working at Croft Manor and just over a month of dating Sam, I stopped by my actual home to grab some things I needed for homework. Neither of my parents seemed to be around, so I helped myself to an after-school snack before they could give me shit about rising food costs.
On the kitchen table was an official looking piece of paper that caught my eye. My jaw dropped when I saw it was signed divorce papers with both my parents' signatures on it. I knew they had been worse than ever lately, and one of the many reasons I had been so happy to spend most of my time with Lara and Sam. I also knew that it would even be worse until the dust settled, and I wanted to be anywhere but here.
I quickly packed as many things as I could into my travel bag and took off, happy to be gone before either parent could make it in.
I knew I was taking a gamble hoping that the girls would take me in, but it was my best shot.
I used my key to unlock the mansion's front door, and when I got into the stately foyer, Lara was walking up the stairs, her body and hair soaked with sweat. She was wearing one of her workout outfits. She likely had just finished rock climbing or some other dangerous physical pursuit.
"Seymour, is everything alright?" she asked, stopping in her tracks, seeing my extra bag.
"Erm, not really," I admitted. "I'm physically okay," I said, hoping to help ease the mistress of the house.
"Tell me what's going on," she said, still clearly apprehensive.
"Well... I found signed divorce papers on the kitchen table when I stopped by home. My parents are splitting," I said quietly, still not sure how I felt about the situation, with as little details as I had.
"Seymour, my god..." Lara said quietly, covering her mouth in shock. "I am so sorry," she said, coming back down the stairs and throwing her still warm and slick arms around me. "If there's anything I can do for you, please just name it."
At that moment, as I dropped my bag and held Lara back, Sam joined us. She looked pretty delicious in a pair of running pants and a crop top. "Babe, Lara, everything okay?" she asked, rightfully sounding confused.
Lara and I broke the hug and I just stared at my feet, not finding it in my throat to keep talking about this much more.
"Seymour found out his parents are splitting, Sam. He saw the signed papers," Lara said for me.
"Oh," Sam said, her shoulders slumping visibly. "Seymour, I am... fuck," was all she could say. It was her time to wrap me in a hug, my chin on her shoulder as Lara rubbed my back. "What are you going to do?"
"At least for a while, I was uhm, hoping to stay with you two for a little, if that's all right," I ventured.
"That will be no bother at all, Sey. Stay as long as you need," Lara told me graciously.
"Have your own room, stay in mine, whatever you need, okay babe?" Sam comforted me, her hand in my hair.
"Why did it have to be the week before I graduate?" I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my emotions in check, pissed off at the timing that what little of my life outside of the girls was drastically changing at the same time, for better or worse.
"My God, really?" Lara scoffed, seemingly shocked at my own poor luck. "That's so terrible, Sey. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, but I have a feeling they don't even know you're graduating yet," Rina said.
"I fucking doubt it, too. They haven't said anything about it," I said, breaking the hug with Sam and steeling my jaw. I knew I was a man now and I shouldn't cry at the drop of a hat, but nobody wants to accept or continue to acknowledge that their parents don't give a shit about them.
"Hey, it's okay, Seymour. We'll give you the best damn graduation week a kid has ever had, yeah? Leave it to Sam and I. We've never let you down. Take the evening off and just breathe, okay? I don't want to see you lift a finger today, understood?" Lara said, holding my face in her hands.
"She's right. Just relax for today. Let's go take a shower, okay?" my lovely girlfriend offered, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.
Up to this point, Rina loved her shows of affection, but she didn't seem to be in a rush to move quickly. That changed this afternoon as Rina led me by the hand into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.
I swallowed hard as the younger mistress of the house shed her crop top, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. I licked my lips and swallowed nervously at the sight of her pert chest with perky, almost pointy tits and her definitely pointy almost translucent pink nipples. She had a tight core but didn't have the abs of our friend. Sam had a model's figure while Lara was built like the adventuress and fighter she was.
"Like what you see?" Sam asked with a smile, turning her back to me and giving me a cute smile over her shoulder.
"Yes ma'am, very much," I said truthfully, admiring the sexy curve of her back and her cute bubble butt. Lara's was bigger and built like a pear, but Sam's was cute and like an apricot.
I shed my own shirt next and added it to the clothes pile her top had started. I had started to fill out my lanky, awkward young man's form by gaining weight from eating with the girls, but also going to the gym and working out with them, even running some fighting and rock climbing with Lara. I was a lot more proud of my physique than I was when this journey started, and it had only been a little over a month.
I closed the distance between us and kissed Sam on her pouty lips, and enjoyed the way she sighed into it, opening her mouth and inviting my tongue inside as she took my hand and brought it to her chest, placing my palm on her erect nipple. I fondled her soft flesh and moaned into the kiss myself.
I pressed Sam into the bathroom wall and felt her tits with both hands as she mewled and undid my belt, and then my pants, pushing them to the floor as she kissed me back just as hungrily. Her pants were next, and then we were both down to just our underwear.
She pushed me off of her playfully, stating she had to start the water. As she bent over to do so, she presented her little ass to me, and I helped her out by peeling her Calvin Kleins down over her shapely hips, over that round bottom, and down to her ankles as she giggled.
"My, aren't we eager?" she teased.
"Just trying to think of good things, you know?" I chuckled back, trying to keep the mood light, and I partially accomplished that mission.
"We'll have to keep you good and relaxed," she said as she straightened up, hugging me to her naked body and kissing my neck. Putting her shapely thigh between my legs, she easily felt my arousal that was all for her. "Let's get you in the shower," she said, opening the glass box and stepping in, pulling me in with her.
This wasn't my first time in their shower, since the girls were always happy to let me use it after a particularly sweaty or grimy job, as they could sometimes get, but I always happily sighed at the water pressure. It felt even better with Sam sucking on my shoulder.
I held her hips in my hands as our mouths found each other again. In our passion, neither of us had paid attention to the fact that I was still in my boxers, which were now thoroughly soaked.
Sam just giggled against my lips as she palmed my balls through the wet fabric. "Let's get rid of these," she suggested, getting her fingers between my waist and the elastic, peeling them down my legs for me, allowing my hard cock to breathe free. "Oh my gosh, Seymour! Is that for me?" the Japanese cutie asked over her shoulder as she tossed my boxers out of the shower box.
"Only if you want it," I said as if there was a chance she'd say no.
"Oh no, I want it," she said, stepping right to me and wrapping her elegant hand around my length as we kissed again, tongues immediately coming together.
I panted into Sam's mouth as her skilled hand traveled the hot tight skin that covered my rock hard meat. She sucked on the tip of my tongue as her thumb gathered the bead of precum at the slit of my cock and smeared it over my length.
"Have you had a lot of girls, Sey?" Sam asked, resting her head on my clavicle as she continued to work me.
"No," I said as I rested my cheek on her head, running my hand over her slim belly to slink between her legs, making her gasp. "You're my first," I lied. She would be if I hadn't been with her closest friend one night. She was my first girlfriend, so I wasn't completely full of it.
"I had a feeling," she giggled and then gasped as I found her dewy nether lips. "I also get the feeling you might be a quick study," Sam giggled. "One step at a time, though. You got some bad news today, and I want you to forget about it for a while."
Sam kissed me hotly as she reached down now with both hands, stroking me lovingly and massaging my balls. I moaned as she expertly worked me. I didn't let my hands go idle either, as I had free reign to play with her slick pussy and pert little tits.
Given that it was the second time a woman, a woman older and far more experienced than me at that, was touching me, it didn't take super long for my breathing to get ragged. Beautiful Samantha took that as her sign to up her speed and tighten her grip as she quickly jacked me, my skin rippling up and down my granite length.
