Author's note: Hello, my name is Kelli. I am a woman that openly admits to loving sex and enjoying the sexual experiences that I have been able to have. I have decided that I would like to share some of those experiences through writing as I have always enjoyed reading erotic literature. I by no means am a professional writer so I apologize for any writing errors that may occur. I would also like to state that although I don't call out any ages during the story that everyone in it was 18 or older. That being said I hope everyone enjoys and I'm always open to feedback.
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High school graduation usually means it's time to start looking at being an adult or at least that's what my parents told my brother and I. We were told that after we graduated we had a year to go to college or find a job and start working. After that year was over if we didn't go to college than we had to start paying rent to stay in the house. Honestly neither my brother nor me thought this was unfair at all.
My brother's friend Lance did not get quite the same deal though. The day after graduation he was told he had a week to make arrangements and move out. I wasn't sure of the details but I've been told he was given a speech about being a man and learning to make his own way. Needless to say working part time at Target did not give Lance a lot of money or a lot of options to get his own place.
It was at this point that my brother approached my parents. Him and Lance had been friends for years and he didn't want to see his friend out on the street so he asked if he could move into our spare bedroom until he found a better job. The unofficial plan was that my brother was hoping to go full-time at the news station where he worked and hopefully get a place with Lance when he went full-time at Target. My parents being who they are agreed as long as Lance took care of his own food.
As for me I decided to take a year break between high school and college. I wanted some time to myself and some time to figure out what I really wanted to do. My cousin and I had applied for an apartment together already but there was a long waiting list on the one we wanted to move into so we were looking at several months before even getting a place. I decided to keep my job as a waitress since I made good money with tips and everything. When I heard that Lance was moving in with us I was pretty indifferent to it. I knew him but we weren't friends or anything. I always found him kind of stuck up in my personal opinion.
The first couple of months were basically business as normal. We all went to work, came home, went out with friends, and did as we had always done. Having Lance in the house was just like having one of my brother's friends over but most of the time. He worked the stocking crew at night at Target so I really didn't see him too much. It took him two months to find another job at a plant we had here and switch to a regular schedule. My brother was still only working part-time so their apartment ideas were still on hold.
About a month after that I got home from work after closing and went to my room. I passed Lance's room and could hear his television on but I didn't think much of it. I went to my room and stripped down to a camisole and my thong as I did most night to go to sleep. I then left my bedroom and walked to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I was shocked when I was about five feet from the bathroom and ran into Lance heading in the same direction. He was standing there in just a pair of Nike shorts. We both stopped and just kind of looked at each other for a moment, neither of us saying anything.