This is my little disclaimer. This story is totally made up. This is my first attempt at this so bare with me if it sucks horribly. I hope you guys enjoy the beginning.
Hello, my name is Ryan. I am 24 years old. I am around 6 feet tall give or take an inch or so, and weigh around 250 lbs of mostly muscles, but with a little fat left on me that was being a little stubborn from my college days. In college I weighed 300 lbs or so and as you can imagine that didn't help me much with the female population of the school. That coupled with the fact that I was rather shy and was a nice guy (I still don't get why girls go after the ass holes but that is a rant that I don't really want to get into right now).
Chapter 1: The Beginning
After graduating from college, with a degree in aviation just after I turned 23, I moved to West Haven, Connecticut to take a job at Tweed New Haven Regional Airport. The company I was working for put me up in a hotel for the first few weeks until I could find a descent place to live. I was hoping to find a place to live with a descent roommate so that I didn't have to live alone, but me being from the Midwest and what we are told about New Englanders and how big of jerks they are, I wasn't excepting much. After a week of searching with no results I was getting rather frustrated so naturally I did what all guys do when they get frustrated. I went to the bar and started to drink large quantities of alcohol. It was rather early when I showed up so the place wasn't that busy; just a few regulars at the bar. I went to the bar and grabbed a seat, and ordered a beer. After a couple of beers I started to loosen up, and started to talked to some of the guys at the bar just trying to be friendly. Hoping that maybe I might be able to make some from friends or something. Some how we got onto the subject of me needing a place to stay. One of the guys by the name of Jackson said that he had a big house that his parents had bought for him so that he could attend Yale. He told me that it had plenty of room and that he was looking for someone to room with. He gave me the address and told me to come over the next day to check out the house, and so that we could work out the details if I chose to live there.
The next day around 3 or so, due to the massive hang over acquired from the previous night, I showed up at Jackson's house. When he said his house was big he wasn't kidding. The house was huge. Jack was living in an old style two story house with a 3-stall attached garage off to the side. It had a large in-ground pool with an attached hot tub. The backyard was surrounded by a large wooden privacy fence to keep prying neighbors away. There is a large brick barbeque off to one side of the pool. There was a large, fully furnished, pool house towards the back of the yard that Jack told me was meant for his drunken friends to stay in after a party. The inside of the house was awesome. The main floor had the laundry room right next to the door leading into the house from the garage. Next to the laundry room was a rather large kitchen with an island in the middle and one of those large refrigerators seen in celebrity houses. It was an old style house like I said so it had both a living room and a family room. The family room contained one of those screen projectors that everyone wants for movies. He had it set up so that the couches, which there were several, were in a stadium seating format perfect for said movies. The living room contained a pool table and an air hockey table. Both with plenty of room to have them going at once. The main floor also had the master bedroom, Jack's room, with a private bathroom with a Jacuzzi. The upstairs had 2 bedrooms and an office as well as two bathrooms. The two bedrooms were connected by the larger bathroom and the only way to reach the bathroom was thru one of the bedrooms.
Needless to say I was impressed and immediately agree to move in. The rent wasn't bad since the house was bought and paid for by his parents. So I moved in the following day. It didn't take all that long because I didn't bring all that much with me from home.
Let me tell you about Jackson's family. Jackson's family lives in Greenwich, Connecticut. They are one of the prominent members of the community, meaning they were absolutely loaded. You know one of those families that can afford to pay for their son, who wasn't the most studious of peoples in high school, to attend Yale. Jackson's dad inherited his money from his parents and he continued to expand his wealth instead of being lazy. He was part owner of many big and prosperous business throughout the world so Jackson never went wanting and sometimes it shows. He was the oldest of three. He has two younger sisters: Alice who was approaching here 18th birthday and a senior in high school, as I was moving in, and Madison who had just turned 16.
For rich people his parents were rather cool. They invited me to Christmas at the mansion when I told Jack that I couldn't get enough time off to go home. They even gave me some presents, which was really nice of them and totally unexpected. I did not, however, meet his sisters due to the fact that they were both in the Swiss Alps with there friends over Christmas. (Yeah I was jealous too).
Jack and I got along great and I soon got the hang of being in New England. I made plenty of friends. My love life, however, was as stale as ever due to in large part my extreme shyness when it came to attractive girls.
Our house seemed to be hangout central for all of Jack's friends which I didn't mind because there was always something to do. Time passed like it inevitably does and it was soon the end of the school year. I got my 6 month and then my year raises which was nice because even with my low rent it was as expensive as hell to live where we did.
