10.1. Chapter Ten
James and Paige stand together in the front yard of Paige's home. James stands on one of the many large stones making a pathway up to the front door. He is wearing yet another jersey with baggy blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt underneath. His usual chain is around his neck, and he looks a bit cold.
Paige wears her long auburn hair back in a ponytail. She has on an open cardigan with a lowcut white blouse underneath. Her own blue jeans hug the curve of her thighs and ass and fit tight to her long, slender legs. She gives you a ruby red smile as we approach, and then looks at me off camera. "Should I go ahead and start, KC?"
"Feel free."
Paige adjusts her cardigan, pulling up over her breasts, and gives you another smile. Then, sticking her tongue out, she lowers her blouse to show off one of her nipples long enough for you to see she isn't wearing a bra. Putting the top back into place, she chuckles, but you can still see the shape of her pink nipples beneath the fabric. "Okay, pervs, today we're doing a tour of my house." She looks at James, who is shivering, and smiles. "Our house? Well, it's our house in the story."
"Officially, in the story, it's actually James' house since he fucked you into submission."
"Ah. Right." Paige rolls her eyes and makes air-quotes, "he fucked me into submission." She waves James over and says, "Since it's your home, you should get your big dick over here. Come on."
James lumbers over into view, an crooked grin on his fat face. Paige takes him by the hand and pulls him into place beside her. Staring up at him, she says, "My God, you're tall." Still holding him by the hand, she looks at you and says, "This is going to be a tour of OUR home. It's my home in real life, but the home he fucked me out of ownership of in the story."
Paige turns and leads you up to the front. Large stones create a short walkway to the stairs, which are also stone-laid. The house is two stories, with a garage on the left side. The bottom floor is below ground but partially exposed at the left, where the garage is. The backyard is on a downhill slope.
Paige's bottom jiggles as she walks with purpose toward the front door. She opens it and shows everyone in. "Come on," she says, leading the way. James follows, hands stuffed into his pockets. We all stop on the front landing immediately inside of the house. The walls are brown and the rails yellow. Pictures line the walls and panel wood interrupts the wallpaper in stripes. There are two staircases, one leading up and one leading down.
"This is the front entrance," Paige says, standing in the doorway with her back to a wall. "We'll go upstairs first, and then downstairs."
She leads the way upstairs with James stomping after her. James swats her ass on the way, and Paige yelps and slaps back at him on the shoulder. "James!"
"What else am I supposed to do when you put that big thing in my face?"
Paige rolls her eyes and then looks at you as she stops at the top of the stairs. She stands on carpet now, and the house opens up behind her. There is a door immediately to her left facing you and three more farther down the hall. Immediately to her right is the open space of the living room. Bookshelves line the walls and a white couch dominates the center of the room, with a green loveseat beside it. A TV is set against the railing overlooking the stairs.
"This is the living room," says Paige, and she points at the couch. "And that is the couch we fuck on all the time. It's not as stained as Kendall's, somehow."
James laughs. "We've done more than fuck on that couch, Paige."
Paige laughs, too, nodding. "A bit more," she says, and she takes his hand again before leading us into the living room. We pass through a large, open archway into the blue kitchen. The tiles on the floor and the wall are all blue, but the cabinets are white. She has a four-burner stove with a counter and a sink beside it. The fridge is on the other side of the stove. It is black and looks newer than everything else in the room. A small table is tucked into one corner beside an open pantry. Across the room from the pantry is a sliding glass door leading outside into the backyard.
"This is the kitchen and dining room area," says Paige, releasing James hand and turning to face you. "Honestly, at this point, Oliver spends more time in here than anyone else."
"Olivia," James corrects with his back to you.
Paige smiles but rolls her eyes. "I'm not calling him that outside of the story, James. He's not a woman in real life, and I don't even think he wants to pretend to be one, no matter how good he looks in panties." James glowers, and Paige laughs and pats his dense crotch. "Now, don't you worry what that says about you. You're only a little gay, and we love you and that big cock of yours no matter what." Paige laughs as James swats her hand away from his and leads us back out of the kitchen and to the stairs in the living room.
James follows reluctantly, shuffling and sulking behind her. His eyes follow the movement of her ass cheeks as they walk, though. Paige stops at the top of the stairs and turns to look at you and James. "This upstairs hall has all of the guest bedrooms. The door there just to our left is the guest bathroom. Beyond that is a guest room, and across from it is another guest room. At the end of the hall..." She points. "Is Oliver's room."
"Olivia," James mutters again, and Paige grins.
"There is also a storage closet over there." Paige starts down the stairs, holding the handrail on the way. "Come on down and I'll show you the basement level next."
You follow James down after her as Paige leads everyone past the front door and down another flight of stairs. We stop in a small hall with two doors on either side and a third door in front. The door to the right is open and shows Paige's messy bedroom which has its own private bathroom attached. The doors to her left and ahead of her are both closed. She turns to you while flipping on the light in the hall, and she smiles.
"This is our basement level. The master bedroom is over here," she says, pointing to her bedroom. "There's a master bath attached and a sizable walk-in closet. Behind me is another storage closet. This one is a bit bigger and has shelves built into it. And over here..." She knocks on the closed door with her knuckles. "This is our garage, which opens up into our backyard. Come on." She nods toward the door before opening it and leading us inside.
Paige leads you and James through a wide, mostly empty basement. There is a small, dirty workbench that is mostly unused and a few stray tools on the wall. A couch is set against the wall by the door, and there is still room for a vehicle but she leaves it open. The floor is dark grey and smooth, and a single, yellow bulb buzzes in a labyrinth of pipes above you as you pass.
The door opens out into the backyard and stops on a flat, concrete patio. Above them is a tall but rotting deck where the kitchen door opens out onto. A large hill rolls down into the yard at a steep angle. Leaves have blanketed the yellow grass here and gone brown. Paige stands with James looming behind her as she smiles out at the yard. "And this is the backyard." She looks at you. "Kendall used to play here as a kid," she says, and she turns a grin on James. "You would have been, what, in high school when she was a kid?"
James frowns, and Paige laughs, holding her sides.
"It's funny because you're almost old enough to be her dad!"
"What's funny is that she's got the smart mouth in the story, but you got it here."
"Now, James, you know how smart my mouth can be," she purrs, flashing him a grin and winking as she shakes her bosom at him. She cups him through his pants and says, "Besides, all I'm trying to say is that if you had a dick like this in real life, you and I could have been fucking for years before you dated Kendall." She bites her bottom lip while staring him in his cold blue eyes. "You could have pumped a baby back into me while I was still into the idea, and no one would have said a thing."
James cups her hand and holds her palm against his crotch. "I can pump a baby into you now, slut."
Paige clicks her tongue and shakes her head. "Sorry, not interest," she says, and then her eyes go half-lidded as she purrs and rubs him through his pants. "Though, there's no real harm in trying, is there?"
James grunts and, without looking at me, asks, "Boss, we done with the tour yet?"
"Why? Do you want to fuck her?"
James grins. "Seems to me like she wants to get fucked."