Chapter One
Being Ken and Sandra's maid and sex slave was one of the happiest times of my life. But I came to realize that I should prepare myself for my future. Linda was ecstatic about my decision, assuring me that with a Business Degree she'd be more than happy to give me employment or at least help to get me started on my own. My present employers at first weren't too happy of the prospect of having to find and train someone new. But they did concede, and gave me their blessings as long as I didn't disappear entirely from their lives. Of course I could never even dream of forever going without the pleasures we shared over the last two or more years together.
But before I begin on the next chapter of my life I guess I should help you get up to date on all that has occurred in the last few years. Shortly after my mother went to see her sister she became ill and found she had a cancer. Sandra immediately took me to see her. The Doctor was very vague about her condition or about any possible cure. We all decided that she should stay with my aunt while she was in treatment. I stayed too, to be close to her. Fortunately, for my mother's sake, she didn't suffer for long and in less than a month I returned to my duties as a maid.
I was quite surprised to find out the extant of the nest egg my mother had saved and left me. I had no idea, growing up I had always thought we were poor. I guess my mother worked in principle rather than need. I found myself the owner of a few properties and a hoard of money. It couldn't replace my mother, but it gave me the opportunity to be whom and what I wanted.
With mostly Linda's help and guidance and Ken and Sandra's blessing I found a good therapist and forever left the boy in me behind. Except of course for a penis, and I am still not sure if I ever will want the surgery at this point in my life. I began hormone treatment and legally change my name a year later. I still stayed employed as Sandra's maid, though I never accepted payment for the job. At least not money, there was so many other rewards to keep me satisfied, both mentally and physically.
Linda helped me get into a school, her old alma mater. Even though I could have paid for a off campus apartment she assured me that I should experience dorm life first hand and that her old school would be perfectly suited to girl like me. The rooms of the dorms were large and each one had its own complete bathroom so I really only had a roommate to keep a secret from. If I wanted too she said with a wink and a grin.
The dorms were ready for occupancy a week before school started and I had hoped to get in early and unpack at least a few of my more personal things in private. You know, my toys and enema kit. So there I was with Linda, Sandra and Ken following behind with most of the boxes entering the dorm where I would be living for the next few years. As I stood at the closed entrance to my room nervously trying to insert the key with shaking hands when it popped open and there stood my new roomy.
"Hy," She squealed with an excited farm girl accent, "You must be Kary? I'm Deborah Jones, your roommate, Debbie for short, but you all probably figured it out already, about the roommate thing not the name. Come on in and make yourself at home. It is your home away from home now."
She continued on prattling away as we entered the room and within five minutes she had given us her life story, or so it seemed. She had a very bubbly personality, appearing to be around 19, around five feet tall and about a ninety pounds soaking wet. I found myself liking her at once. I noticed Ken rolling his eyes before setting down the boxes and slipping out for another load. Linda and Sandra both wore amused smiles as they listened.
"Well now, who are your friends?" Debbie asked stopping suddenly to hear.
Linda poked me in my side to wake me up, "These are my best friends, Linda and Sandra and Ken who must of snuck out back to the car."
"I'm pleased to meet you all." She said with hand extended and started off on another oration about having an aunt and cousin in town here by the same names. Ken reentered with the last box and Sandra interrupted Debbie to introduce Ken and before she could start again made their excuse to leave.
"I'm sure Kary, that Debbie won't mind helping you unpack, this is lovely large room but the five of us would just get in each others way and I'm sure the two of you should take the opportunity to get to know each other." Sandra said with smile.
"I wouldn't mind one bit." Jumped in Debbie and off she went on again on how roomies should always be willing to help each other in any way possible.
"Thanks awfully," I said with a mock sneer, " I'll just walk down to the car with you to make sure that I've got everything."
Ken burst out in laughter as we neared the car, " I'm sure you two will have a great time together Kary dear, that is if you ever get a chance to say anything around her."
Both Linda and Sandra responded by giving him slaps on the shoulders from opposite sides making him laugh louder.
"Be nice Ken," Sandra admonished, " She's a lovely girl and Kary is lucky to have such an innocent and cute roommate."
"That won't last long with our Kary in the next bed I'm sure." He said over more laughter.
"Quit teasing you Meany." Linda said wrapping her arm around my shoulder protectively, "Don't forget you promised us all to come home once a month at least or anytime you want or need too. Of coarse we'll be expecting an occasional phone call also dear. Try not to forget us to quickly."
That seemed to be the breaking point for us all and even big strong Kenny got a little teary eyed as we said our good-byes. I stood and watched the car drive away feeling a little lonely. Then, with a sigh, I turned and walked back to my dorm to face my new roomy, a new adventure and a new life.
As soon as the door opened Debbie's mouth started to run. I didn't mind at all, it seemed to fill the void the departure of my friends created. I took the opportunity to survey the room and noticed that except for a couple of pictures, there wasn't very much in the way of Debbie's personal items. Two beds, two desks and small fridge with a sign saying no cooking in the room, I laid my garment bag on one of the beds and turned to look at Debbie sitting on the other talking away. She exuded a very homey appearance, a perfect peaches and crème complexion and showed no signs of slightest bit of make-up. Natural, straight blonde hair fell to her waist. Smiling to myself I thought she make the ideal farmers daughter poster girl.
"I'm talking too much aren't I" Debbie said in suddenly shy voice. Looking down at the floor I realized I must have embarrassed her, " I do it all the time."
"No, of course not, not at all Debbie," trying to make feel at ease I added, " I was just thinking how pretty you are."
She dropped her head lower and those lovely blonde tresses fell in front to cover the flush that appeared on her cheeks.
Looking up at me shyly she said, " That means a lot to me coming from someone as gorgeous as you are Kary."
It was my turn to feel embarrassed and then we both laughed at each other's discomfort.
"Well," I sighed, " I guess I should get this over with."
"It'll be all put away in no time at all with the two of us working together." She suddenly stopped and looked down again and in a meek voice asked, "That's if you'd like my help?"
"Of course I do," I said lifting her chin with my fingertips, " I think it will great fun to have you help. I just want to change into some work clothes first."
The look in her eyes and the smile she gave me was like the sun coming up, Debbie may only have been a year or so younger than I was but I felt much more older. I felt an attraction start to grow for this innocent little country girl.
"I'll wait to your changed and I don't blame you for wanting to change out of those fancy clothes so you won't ruin them."
"Well, I'm not worried about that. I'm just more comfortable doing house chores in my uniform. I've had to wear for so long now it just wouldn't feel right without it."
"Uniform?" she asked with a puzzled look
"I'll show you." I said opening up the garment bag. It was the last thing I had put in because I had planned on making sure that everything was clean before I put my stuff away. I was slightly shocked at first, it seems that someone had added a surprise for me with a note attached to the hanger.
