Free-Use: Hospitality

Free-Use: Hospitality, Part 1

"Alexis?" the young woman asked, she was sitting behind a house, trying to stay close to the dryer vent that was spewing warm air.

"Yeah... who's this?" Alexis asked, confused. She didn't recognize the voice or the number on her caller ID.

"It's Megan... Megan Brooks," she said. "Remember me? From school?"

"Megan!" Alexis said excitedly. "Oh my gosh! I haven't heard from you in years. How are you?"

"I'm doing ok," the young, petite woman lied. She wasn't doing well at all, but didn't need to start the conversation out like that. Besides, she was pretty sure Alexis was doing really well and didn't need her problems.

"That's great! Where are you now? Did you go to college?"

"Oh... no... I'm still around home," Megan said, shivering a little in the cold air. It was December and the weather was starting to turn colder. For the next few nights, in fact, the weather service said that the temperatures were going to be in the single digits... and not much warmer during the daytime. "I never went to college."

"Oh, that's a shame," Alexis said. "I was sure you were going to be a vet or something. You loved working with animals so much."

"Yeah, maybe some day still. I just can't afford it right now."

"How are your parents?"

"Fighting, as usual," she said. It was pretty common knowledge with Megan's friends that her parents were alcoholics and who argued almost constantly. Even when she was in school, Megan tried her best to stay away from home as much as possible, watching the afterschool sports programs as much as she could.

"Are you still living there?"

"No... I... I left," Megan said. "I couldn't take it any more."

"Did you get an apartment or something?"

"Yeah, kinda. I moved in with my boyfriend at first, but that... unfortunately that didn't work out. I'm looking for somewhere else now."

"Where are you staying now?" Alexis asked, sounding concerned. She'd known Megan since they were in fourth grade. They were really good friends, although as they grew older, issues developed between them. For one, Megan's breasts developed far faster than all her other friends and she always seemed to steal her boyfriend's attention. It was a very difficult time. By the time they graduated and Alexis went to college, they'd stopped talking and over the next three years became estranged.

"Well, I've been staying with a few friends... and on the street when I have to," Megan admitted. "I was staying with Sydney Cole for the last few days. Do you remember her?"

"Yeah, I remember Sydney," Alexis said.

"She and her boyfriend got an apartment in town. They let me stay in their spare room."

"You said you were staying with them... something happen?"

"Yeah... she, uh... she thought I was flirting with her boyfriend and kicked me out. I swear I wasn't," Megan said, desperately wanting Alexis to believe her. "I don't do that. I really don't."

Alexis paused for a moment, remembering the times she accused Megan of exactly the same thing. She knew it wasn't hard for people to think she was flirting. She was barely five foot tall and a hundred pounds. So her large, D-cup breasts were extremely prominent. She just looked like sex on two legs.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Alexis said. "It's gotta be hard."

"Well... I don't want to keep you," Megan said, almost in tears because of her dire straights. She didn't want to burst out crying in front of Alexis. "I was just wondering... your mom and dad still live here, right?"

"Yeah, they're still in the same house."

"Do you think, you know, since you're not living there and all... do you think I could stay in your room? I mean, it's supposed to be getting really cold for the next few days. I really need a place to stay."

"Yeah, I think you'd be able to stay there, probably as long as you want even." Alexis remembered how much her dad was even drooling over Megan and her killer body. She was pretty sure he'd approve of her living under his roof. "Why don't I call my Dad and see what he says and I'll call you back."

"Oh... you're a life-saver Alexis!" Megan said, starting to cry. "Thank you so much!"

"Yeah, of course! I'll call you back soon."

Megan waited only ten minutes before Alexis called her back. The dryer had stopped in the meantime and the heated air was no longer keeping her warm. She still sat by the vent, her knees in her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs to keep her legs warm.

"Hey Alexis," she said.

"Hey. I just talked to my Dad and he said he was fine with you moving in," Alexis said.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I really needed this."

"Oh, you're welcome," Alexis said. "Just to warn you, though, he said that he and my Mom implemented some sort of house rule that you'll be required to follow. I don't exactly know what it's all about, but I'm sure he'll bring it up."

Thoughts swirled through Megan's mind about what the rule could be... maybe about not inviting boys in... maybe no alcohol. All she knew was that, no matter what the rule was, she could live with it for a little while.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Megan said.

"Ok, then. They're expecting you at any time," Alexis said. "Take care of yourself, ok?"

"I will!" Megan smiled. "Thank you so much!"

*****

It took about thirty minutes for Megan to walk to Alexis' home, carrying her medium sized, blue suitcase. It held just about everything she truly owned and needed. She walked up the driveway, still shivering, her feet starting to get a little numb.

She knocked on the side door, the one she always used when she was growing up. In seconds, the door opened and Mr. Stanley stood before her. He stood aside and invited her in.

"Hi Megan! Hi! Please, please," he said. "Here, let me take that," he said, taking her suitcase from her hand and setting it aside. Megan walked up the two steps into the kitchen with Mr. Stanley walking behind her.

She was a little surprised that he was wearing his robe... in the late afternoon. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you getting ready for something," she said.

"No, no... you're fine," he said. "You're not interrupting a thing. Here, let me take your coat."

Megan slid her gloves, hat, and scarf off and stuffed them into her coat pockets. Then she slid her coat off, handed it to him, and watched as he walked over to the closet and hung it up.

She could feel the warmth of the fireplace burning in the living room even from there and looked at it through the archway.

"May I?" she asked, pointing to it.

"Oh, yeah. Go ahead and get warmed up. Alexis said that you've been on the street for a bit."

"Yeah, luckily only a day in this cold," Megan said, walking over by the fire and extending her hands to the warmth.

"Well... Alexis said you're looking to stay in her room."

"Yeah... I mean, I don't want to intrude or anything and just thought that would be easiest."

"Well, we don't have a very large place, if you remember," he said, remembering how often she was over when she was younger. "Just two bedrooms, now, and one bath."

"Exactly... I mean, I figured you hadn't done anything with Alexis' bedroom."

"Right... no, it's just as she left it," he said. "And you're really welcome to treat yourself as one of the family. I just need to mention... after Alexis left for college... my wife and I decided to implement a new household rule."

"Yeah, she said there was something."

"We decided that our house would be what is called a free-use sanctuary... where there's no secrets, no shame, no B.S.. If you want something, you have it. No one is denied anything they ask for."

"Ok..." Megan said, sounding a little unsure what it all meant.

"With that... there are two more things you need to know," he continued. "The first," he lifted one finger, "is that there are no doors on any interior room. Closed doors lead to secrets and shame."

"Um... what about... what about the bathrooms?" she asked.

David Stanley shook his head. "No door."

Megan blushed. That was a little... odd... and she wasn't sure she'd be able to use the restroom without privacy. But... it still wasn't a deal breaker in the near-term. At least it would be warm. Living outside, she'd go to the bathroom in the open and cold.

"The second thing," he said, grabbing the lapel of his robe on both sides and slowly tugging on it, pulling it open, "is that no clothes are to be worn inside the house." David slid his robe completely off and lay it on the back of the nearest chair.

Megan blushed and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was standing in the middle of the living room with Mr. Stanley naked. "Ok, then," she whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

"If you want to stay here, you'll have to comply with these rules," he said. "Is that something you can agree to?"

"Um... yeah," Megan said, still unable to look him in the face... or anywhere other than the ceiling at the moment.

"Then... you'll have to disrobe now," he said.

This was definitely not what Megan expected. She remembered all the staring, lewd and otherwise, that Mr. Stanley had given her when she was growing up, especially that Summer after graduation. She came over for a little party with their friends and she'd worn a little tank top, that she knew barely contained her chest. That was part of the reason she'd worn it, of course. She just didn't do it to attract Mr. Stanley's attention.

She grabbed the bottom of her oversized sweater and lifted it, pulling it up and over her head. She was wearing a t-shirt underneath that, which she took off the same way. She could almost hear Mr. Stanley's gasp as her bra-covered breasts came into view. Her bra wasn't particularly sexy, but her breasts had always been difficult to contain.

She unbuttoned her jeans and eased the zipper down, her eyes catching a glimpse of Alexis' naked dad. He was watching her intently, his hand slowly stroking himself. She was so embarrassed... and a little excited. Slowly she pushed them down her legs and kicked them aside. She then stood as if she was done.

"Sorry, those, too," Mr. Stanley said. "No secrets and no shame, remember? You blushing like that tells me you hold a lot of shame about being naked."

Megan reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, sliding it down and off her arms. "I'm definitely not used to being naked in front of others." She hooked her thumbs in her panties and bent over to push them down, her naked breasts bobbing and swaying below her. When she stood, she used one hand to cover her breasts and the other to cover her pussy.

"Do you mind if I... uh... go up to Alexis' room?" she asked timidly.

"Oh, sure," David said. "Like I said, you're family now."

She nodded and slowly walked up the stairs, feeling Mr. Stanley's burning gaze on her ass the whole way up. The landing at the top of the stairs was small, with four doorways, three leading to bedrooms and the fourth to the bathroom. None of the doorways had a door. She walked into Alexis' room and sat on the bed.

She was still embarrassed to be there naked and quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it around herself.

A sound at the doorway startled her and she turned to see Mr. Stanley setting her suitcase down. "Here's your suitcase," he said softly. "My wife should be home shortly. I'm not sure what we're having for dinner, but you are certainly welcome to eat with us."

Megan nodded slowly. "Ok," she said.

David turned and walked back down the stairs, leaving her alone again. She slid under the blankets and lay in the bed, letting the warmth cover her and soothe her.

*****

It seemed like just a few seconds past, but she woke when she heard a noise downstairs. It was Mr. and Mrs. Stanley talking, some about dinner and a lot about her.

"She agreed to the rules?" Mrs. Stanley asked.

"Yes. She's fine with them."

"Um..." she started to say, but he interrupted her.

"She's sleeping at the moment," he said. "Let her rest for now. What were you thinking for dinner?"

"I have some chicken, so I was thinking some garlic pasta and broccoli with it," she said. "Is that ok?"

"That'll be fine," he said.

"It'll only take about twenty minutes or so."

"Ok, I'll go let Megan know," he said. She could hear him coming up the stairs and closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep. "Megan?" he said from the doorway. "Megan?"

"Yeah," she said, turning towards him.

"We'll be having dinner in about twenty minutes," he said.

"Ok."

He tapped the door frame, then turned and walk downstairs again. She blushed a little again. At least this time his cock wasn't hard, she thought. She waited a few minutes to make sure Alexis' parents were staying downstairs, then threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. She quickly went and then washed up, before slowly walking down the stairs. She held one hand over her breasts and one down at her pussy. She still wasn't comfortable being naked.

She saw Mr. Stanley sitting in the living room, watching the news on TV and quickly walked towards the kitchen. Mrs. Stanley was standing at the stove, getting dinner ready. Megan was shocked, though, that Mrs. Stanley was completely naked, too. Megan shook her head, wondering how in the hell this could have happened.

"Megan!" Mrs. Stanley yelled as she turned and saw the young woman. Megan blushed, watching Mrs. Stanley's breasts jiggle as she bound over to her, her arms spread wide. She hugged Megan, pressing her body into the young woman tightly. At first, Megan was too shy to move her hands, but as Mrs. Stanley pressed in, she relented and hugged her back.

"Hi Mrs. Stanley," Megan blushed, her face crushed against Mrs. Stanley's slightly smaller C-cup breasts.

"Oh... don't be so formal," Mrs. Stanley said. "Please call me Melissa and him David. You're family now."

"Ok... thank you."

"Oh, it's so good to see you again," Melissa said, squeezing Megan and rocking her side to side. "I talked with Alexis. Are you doing ok?"

Megan nodded, still feeling a little uncomfortable in Melissa's embrace, her breasts right at face level of the shorter Megan. "Yeah, I'm doing ok. Much better being here, though, I have to admit."

"Oh, I'm so happy to hear that," Melissa said, hugging her tightly again, pressing Megan's face right into her breasts. "David and I are happy to have you here. You're welcome to stay as long as you need. We certainly have the space."

"Thank you," Megan said.

Melissa pulled back slightly and looked down at the shorter woman. She noticed that her breasts were perfectly positioned at Megan's face, her hard nipples so close to her mouth. She moved her torso slightly, letting one nipple press against Megan's lips, almost as if by accident, and she smiled when Megan blushed.

"Oh, you're so cute!" Melissa said as she leaned down and kissed Megan, lightly at first, but her kiss became a little more insistent, a little more passionate. It definitely wasn't a kiss from a friend's mom. Unsure of what to do, and feeling a little desire herself, she kissed her back, closing her eyes. It seemed like it had been forever since she'd been kissed so wonderfully and lovingly.

"Whoa, whoa," David said as the two heard him rush over to the stove. They broke their kiss and looked at him as he adjusted the burner where the boiling water was just starting to overflow the pot of pasta. "It was getting a little too hot in here," he laughed.

Melissa stepped back, released Megan from her arms, and walked back over to the stove. "Thank you, hon," she giggled. "Sorry, I got carried away."

"I don't blame you at all," David smiled, leaning back against the counter, stroking his semi-hard shaft. "I enjoyed what little I saw as well.

Megan blushed and looked away. It was going to take a while before she was comfortable seeing them so... naked. She covered herself again with her arms.

"Dinner's just about ready if you want to head to the table," Melissa said. She took the pot off the stove and poured the contents into a strainer, then put the pasta into a serving bowl.

Megan passed David as she walked into the dining room and found a seat. She pulled the chair out and sat, trying to slink as low as possible to hide her breasts beneath the table top. With her short frame, it wasn't difficult.

In just minutes, Melissa and David carried the food to the table and they all began to eat.

Dinner was wonderful and Megan felt a lot better about her living here. Melissa and David seemed to be very wonderful people and Megan grew more comfortable, even though they sat there, naked.

"Was your day good, hon?" David asked as Megan watched his hand slide along the table until his fingers lightly grabbed Melissa's nipple and rolled it.

Melissa smiled at him, turning and leaning a little closer to offer more of her breast to him. "Yeah, it was a really good day."

Megan blushed as his fingers kept circling and playing with Melissa's nipple. Melissa's eyes closed and she smiled. Megan could tell just how much she was enjoying his touch.

"That's good to hear. My day was... good... too." Slowly, David slid out of his chair to the ground, crawling closer to his wife. His hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing and lifting them, teasing both her nipples, before bending forward and taking one into his mouth.

"Oh fuck," Melissa moaned softly. Megan saw her open her eyes and look at her. Melissa reached her arm towards her, wanting to hold her hand. Megan took her hand and Melissa squeezed it, trying to transfer even a little of the pleasure she was receiving to Megan.

Megan was unable to look away as David slowly kissed and licked down her body, gently set her leg up on the table, and dipped below the edge of the table to obviously begin licking her pussy. Melissa moaned softly, squeezing Megan's hand as she became more and more excited.

"Fuck that's good," she panted. "God, I love your tongue." She looked directly at Megan, her mouth opening slightly, her eyes wide. "He is so good at this. You just wait."

Megan shivered, her mind envisioning him licking her pussy, making her feel that good. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel that good. She watched as Melissa's head fell back and she let out a guttural groan. Her body shook a little, her head turning side to side, telling Megan that she was having an orgasm.

"Oh my God!" Melissa panted. "That was wonderful, honey."

David sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he moved closer to kiss his wife passionately.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you, too," she giggled. "What can I do to make you feel more loved?"

David grinned at her, obviously with something on his mind. As he stood, Melissa seemed to know exactly what he wanted. She lowered her leg from the table top just as David reached his full height, his hard cock pointed straight at her.

"I think I can manage that," she giggled as she dropped to her knees and slid him deep into her mouth and began sucking on him.

Megan was really feeling uncomfortable. "I think I'll go take a shower and turn in, if that's ok." She stood.

"Yeah, honey," David said. "That'll be just fine." Suddenly David grunted. "Oh my God!"

Megan watched Melissa sit back a second, taking her mouth off him as her hand stroked him faster and she added her second hand as well, stroking and twisting.

Without waiting for more, Megan grabbed her dishes from the table and put them in the sink. Then she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. She so wished she could just close the door. She wished she could just have some privacy to process all this. But there wasn't anything she could do.

The bathroom was huge. From what she remembered when she was younger, it looked like the Stanley's did some major renovation and merged the bathroom into at least part of one of the bedrooms. It was now huge with a large, open tiled space with two shower heads for the shower. There was absolutely no curtain, nothing to hide behind, even while washing.