Former Housemates Get Together
A few years ago, I lived in a duplex with a girlfriend. The other unit in the house was occupied by two women who were very pleasant and my girlfriend and I often had chats on the porch with them. Well, fast forward a few months and my girlfriend broke up with me and moved out.
After a period of mourning, so to speak, I began to reacquaint myself with the girls upstairs. So I found myself in this situation. I'm a single guy, late thirties, six feet tall, in good shape, blue eyes, light brown hair down to my shoulders or so, living in this house with two pretty girls. Gail was a blond woman with very curly hair just past her shoulders. She was around late thirties or so and Carrie was a brown haired girl, very slim and very pretty with a great sense of humor. She was also late thirties or so and had a boyfriend who would stay there sometimes.
Gail was the one who would catch my eye more often, probably due to the fact that she seemed to be single and had a very cute face with pretty blue eyes, a lovely body, smallish breasts and a great smile and laugh. It turned out that she loved to sing and I loved to play guitar and sing so we decided to get together and play some songs. We did so sporadically. She would come down to my apartment and we would sit at my dining table and do a few covers, drink some beers, and have a nice time.
We did this for quite a few months and then the burden of one person paying rent got to me and I had to move out. I rented a studio where I did my decorative art restoration and also lived there, giving me a little better financial situation. Gail and I always kept in touch and we'd still get together now and then to sing at her dining table. I'd bring my guitar over and we'd hang out and play for a while. There did get to be a little more sexual tension at this point and I thought that this could get interesting. Still, neither of us made a move to further the situation.
Then I got a call from Gail one Friday night and she said, "Come on over tomorrow night. Me and Carrie and my friend Liz are going to play Monopoly and we need a fourth. If you're in, bring some beer or wine or something. What do you say?"
"What time?" I asked.
"About 8?" she said.
"I'll be there." And we hung up.
The next day after showering and shaving and finding clothes that were comfortable, I ran around and found a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine, dry and right for drinking. I showed up and Gail answered the door looking radiant with just a little makeup. She was wearing a sundress that was sleeveless and very colorful. It had a little bodice that outlined her breasts nicely and I could see her purple bra straps under the straps of her dress. Her dress ended just above her knees showing a lot of her lovely legs.
She led me to the dining room table where Carrie and Liz were already sitting and talking. I was introduced to Liz, also a lovely woman in her late thirties. Both her and Carrie were very casually dressed in jeans and tee shirts. Liz seemed to be wearing a wedding ring and, being a single guy, I took note. But anyway, I had my eye on Gail who was still an object of my attention.
So, we broke open the wine, set up the board, and began the wheeling and dealing. Well, for two hours the room was filled with squeals and swear words, not one of us really dominating the action. Then after a while it became apparent that Gail was taking the upper hand and Liz was about bankrupt. A few more times around the board and she was done. She sighed and said, "It's getting a little late. I guess I'll just go."
We all said our good-byes and it was down to Carrie, Gail and me. Gail was extremely aggressive in her deals and it wasn't long before she had Carrie behind the eight ball. Carrie said, "Well, the handwriting is on the wall. I think I'll give it up and go to bed. Night folks."
That left Gail and me and I must admit that her pretty sundress was more enticing all the time. Maybe that was why I was making bad real estate decisions. Finally, I said, "Gail, I think you got me."
She looked at me and said, "I think you're right David. It's what I wanted all along." She had a twinkle in her eye. She said, "I need the girl's room. I'll be right back."
She got up and left the room. I poured the last of the wine into each of our glasses and waited for her at the table. She returned and sat at the table across from me and we clinked glasses and talked a little about playing again and what songs we might do. We looked at each other a little differently tonight it seemed. I drained my glass and got up from the table and came around to her side. I stood in back of her chair and put both my hands on her shoulders and then caressed her neck gently. She raised her head and looked up at me as I did this. I looked down at her and I whispered, "What do you say we go to bed---together.
I leaned over and kissed her forehead and then her cheek with my hands massaging her shoulders on each side of her neck. She leaned back in her chair and I kissed her lips. She parted her lips and my tongue met hers and we both moaned softly. She said, "David, I was beginning to think this would never happen. I'm taking you upstairs to my room right now."
She got up, took me by the hand and I followed her shapely ass up to the third floor where her bedroom was. Once there, I turned her toward me and gathered her sundress in both hands and raised it up over her head and dropped it to the floor. Gail was only about five foot two so I was quite a bit taller at six feet. She stood there in tiny purple panties and a purple bra that covered her small tits. She had a slightly curvy and shapely figure which I could describe as mouthwatering.
