Moving In Pt 01

Moving In

Part 1

Rachel sighed with contentment as she stepped into the hot shower.

"Fuck I needed this today." She said to nobody in particular, enjoying the cascade of steaming hot water as it caressed her ample curves. She could feel the stresses of the day melting away, being washed down the drain along with the sweat and grime they had generated.

She'd spent the whole day- sunrise to sunset- moving. She and her boyfriend Matt had been evicted from their apartment by their greedy landlord when they refused to pay double their usual rent. Rachel fumed for a moment, thinking about that arrogant jerk, but the calming sensation of the shower didn't let her anger take root.

Luckily for them, Rachel's friend Cassidy had been quick to swoop in and offer them her spare room for as long as they needed it. With Matt out of town at a friend's bachelor party and Cassidy and her boyfriend busy at work, Rachel had done the brunt of the job herself, moving most of their stuff into a storage locker, bringing the rest with her to Cassidy's.

It was tedious, heavy work, but she had managed to get it all done. Now, with supper in the rear-view mirror, she wanted nothing more than to finish her shower and crawl into bed. She proceeded to wash up, turning the faucet off after she'd rinsed, being sure to immediately wrap a towel around herself before she could feel too cold. Or she would have, at least, if the towel rack weren't empty.

Cursing, Rachel grabbed a face cloth and did her best to blot up the water clinging to her body.

When she'd done what she could, she strutted over to the sink, her damp feet audibly slapping against the heated tile floor. Beginning her bedtime routine, Rachel found her eyes roaming over her naked reflection, taking in the red flush on her chest, the swell of her round breasts, the hairless mound of her vulva, still glistening slightly with water.

An idea forming, she finished brushing her teeth, then retrieved her phone from the counter beside the hamper wherein she had deposited her filthy clothes. After a few failed attempts, she found the right pose, snapping a sexy picture of herself.

Pulling up Matt's profile, she attached the photo, reviewing it before she pressed send.

Taken from a high angle, the photo showed Rachel with her ass cocked to the side, sticking her tongue out at the camera while she made a peace sign with her free hand. Her breasts were on full display, her cherry red nipples still flushed from the heat of the steamy room.

Leaning back against the sink, she sent the photo, an erotic thrill shivering its way through her body as the image left her control.

She'd expected Matt to take his time responding, busy as he was, but mere seconds later Rachel's phone buzzed in her hand.

"Hot damn, babe! What a sexy surprise!"

Rachel smirked, feeling herself dampen at his praise.

"How's the party going?" She asked, playing idly with her long blonde hair.

Another buzz heralded his response, a photo this time. Opening it, she saw a group of seven guys, arms linked over each other's shoulders, with a topless woman in the middle.

"Strip club?" She asked, giggling at the cliché.

"Yeah. Raph wasn't really into it at first, but the place is actually really chill. We've gotta go here together some time!"

"You perv." Rachel replied, then followed up: "sounds fun!"

Quickly snapping another photo, this one a full-frontal mirror selfie, she sent it off to her boyfriend, giving her boob a few squeezes as she awaited his response.

"Fuck, babe. You're so hot." He followed this up with a string of emojis to emphasize his appreciation.

A short pause, then another message.

"Marco thinks so too."

A flash of fear froze Rachel in place for a moment, her hand clamping down hard on her breast.

"What?" She hastily texted once she could move again, relying on autocorrect to make sense of the jumbled mess she had typed.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry babe! I'm gonna level with you, I'm fucking drunk right now. Marco asked who I was texting and I told him you sent me a picture and I just showed it to him. Don't know why I did that. Forgive me?"

Marco... she'd heard the name before, one of Matt's friends no doubt, but she couldn't put a face to him. Still, the thought that one of his friends had seen her nude photo filled her not with anger, but with something else.

Rachel had never considered herself an exhibitionist, but the heat coursing through her veins at that moment awoke a curiosity that she never knew she had.

"Babe? I'm sorry, really." He texted again, desperation clear in his words.

Swallowing hard, Rachel's fingertips danced across her phone screen.

"It's okay, babe. No harm done." She began to type 'tell him thanks for the compliment', but thought better of it, erasing that part. "Anyway, I'm off to bed now. Have a fun night!"

"Thanks! Sleep tight! And sorry again!" He responded quickly.

"Seriously, don't worry about it." She wrote, then, to underscore her point, she sent another photo showing off her ass, a hand tightly gripping one cheek. Feeling daring, she sent him a quick text alongside the photo. "Try not to share this one with

too many

people. Xoxoxxx"

With that she put her phone down, flipping it to silent, then turning to find her pyjamas. She searched high and low, but her soft cotton sleepwear was nowhere to be found.

"Must have forgotten them in the bedroom." She muttered, her voice drowned out by the bathroom fan. No problem, she thought, she could just grab a towel and...

"Oh fuck." She said, eyeing the face cloth she had dried off with. Rachel's mind flitted from one idea to the next, finding no obvious solution to her dilemma.

Could she make a run for her room? It seemed like the only option left for her at this point, save waiting in the bathroom all night.

Louis had gone to bed about half an hour ago, but as far as she knew Cassidy was still awake, probably watching TV down in the living room. To get to her bedroom, Rachel would need to reach the opposite end of the hallway, passing in front of the stairs which looked down into the living room, much of the upstairs hallway being open to the floor below, bounded by a long railing. The last few meters where the bedrooms lay, as well as the first few where the bathroom was, were mercifully hidden from below by walls, but the long, open space between would leave her exposed if Cassidy only looked up.

Moving to the door, Rachel cracked it just enough to peek through. The hallway was dark, but occasional flashes of blue-white light on one wall let her know that the TV was indeed on. The faint sound of voices caught her attention. Had Louis woken up?

"Fuck fuck fuck." She mouthed to herself, slowly pushing the door open, stopping every time it made even the slightest creak. Cassidy seeing her naked would be embarrassing enough, but Rachel didn't think she could bear to live under this roof if she managed to flash Louis on her very first night here.

Ignoring the little zaps of excitement arcing through her body, Rachel slipped herself through the partially ajar door, ducking low to the ground as she started creeping across the hall. Her bedroom door looked much farther away than she remembered it being, the wide no-man's-land in between a daunting journey.

With a steadying breath, Rachel peered carefully around the edge of the wall, her eyes going first to the television, the bright lights drawing her attention. Cassidy was watching some kind of reality show- the type where unreasonably attractive people parade around in swimsuits and lingerie, sexual tension oozing from every interaction.

Next, her gaze swept over to the couch, where she saw the back of somebody's head, shoulder-length black hair tied up in a high ponytail. She didn't recognize the person, but she could tell it wasn't Cassidy, whose short ginger curls were unmistakable.

"Ohhhh... yeah..." the unfamiliar woman said in a throaty voice as Rachel looked on, confused. "Just like that, Cass."

That was when Rachel noticed the other person in the room, kneeling at the foot of the couch, head bobbing up and down in the mystery woman's lap, ginger curls bouncing.

Rachel slid back, pressing her back against the wall, out of sight. Had she just seen that right? Her thoughts were punctuated by a series of groans.

"Oh fuck! Your lips are magnificent, don't stop!"

Another voice, Cassidy's, responded, but only with muffled moans, a wet, choking sound reaching Rachel's ears.

Unable to believe what she had stumbled upon, Rachel leaned out of cover, once again seeing Cassidy moving up and down on something between the woman's legs. As she reached the tip of the object, Rachel could just barely make out what she was busy with- a thick, veiny cock.

"Mmmmm. Your dick is... mmmff... delicious... mmmmfff... I can't get... mmmnn... enough." Cassidy gasped between strokes, filling her mouth to the brim when she wasn't talking.

Rachel could feel her pussy tingling, a new dampness coating her already slick lips. She watched Cassidy expertly work the dick in her mouth, easily taking it all in her throat. At least, it looked like she was, though from her current angle Rachel could only really see the tip disappearing into her friend's greedy mouth. Curious, she took a few careful steps forward, quietly passing the stairs and ducking below the railing, peering down through the bars. From here, she could see what was going on better, seeing the action in profile rather than from behind the couch, sitting diagonally as the large sectional was.

Unable to look away, she marveled at her friend's oral skills as she swallowed the other woman's cock, her cute little nose coming to rest against her pubis as her chin slapped against a pair of heavy looking balls. Picking up her pace, Cassidy intensified the sloppy blowjob, saliva coating the large member as she took it into her throat again and again.

Sparing a brief moment to wonder if Louis knew what his girlfriend was doing, Rachel was soon entranced once again by the erotic show before her.

The woman placed her hand on the back of Cassidy's head, holding her down on her cock every time she reached its base.

Feeling a flush in her cheeks, Rachel briefly considered sneaking away, leaving Cassidy and her... friend to their fun, but she couldn't bring herself to move.

Her hand trailed, unbidden, down her front, finding a veritable pool of moisture gathered between her legs. Diving into that pool, Rachel felt shivers working their way through her body, waves of pleasure dulling the edges of her vision. Pistoning her finger in and out of her hole at around the same speed that Cassidy was throating her well-endowed partner's cock, Rachel felt a bloom of heat spread throughout her body, sweat beading on her freshly cleaned skin.

Fixated, she watched as her friend pulled off of the dick, standing to rub her visibly drenched pussy against her throbbing cock.

"Mmmmm... do you want me to fill your pussy up with this big, hard cock?"

Cassidy nodded, an innocent look on her freckled face.

"Beg me for it." The woman said, keeping her womanhood just beyond Cassidy's reach.

"Fuck me. Please, Anika, fuck me!"

With a grunt, the woman, Anika apparently, thrusted her shaft into Cassidy in one motion, pulling her down into a missionary position.

Rachel added another finger as she watched the penetration, too turned on to care that she shouldn't be watching this. Her other hand groped desperately at her breasts, the stimulation causing her lip to quiver.

Rachel had a great view of Anika's shapely ass as she thrust into Cassidy, could see her pendulous sack as it slapped against her friend's ass.

"Oh fuck." Rachel breathed, feeling the first sign of an impending orgasm. Keeping a steady rhythm but increasing the force, she finger fucked herself, her other hand abandoning her tits to rub feverishly against her clitoris, causing flashes of white to sear themselves into her vision, blinding her to everything except the pleasure bubbling in her pussy. She felt the wave approach, the ship of her arousal rising towards the crest of that wave. Reaching the peak, Rachel felt her muscles tense, her mouth flying open to moan loudly as the orgasm crashed over her, rapid pulses of condensed pleasure moving through her body, making everything light up.

Opening her mouth to let out another moan, Rachel was surprised to feel a hand close over it, muffling the sound of her ecstasy.

"Quiet! Don't let them know we're here." A voice whispered into her ear, the feeling of hot breath on her face adding to the shocks still running through her body. She leaned into the person behind her, unable to support her entire weight as she twitched with the fading pulses of her orgasm.

Coming down off of her cloud, Rachel snapped her head around- who the fuck was holding her? As she turned about, she came face to face with something entirely unexpected: a hard, twitching cock, aimed directly at her face.