Jared Strane opened his old bedroom door and surveyed the room. He was home for the weekend from college for one last look at his room before the new kid took it over. Jared had spent four years in the Army before college and was a senior this year, so he rarely ever came home except to beg for money, and he never slept over. Since he had been an only child, and his parents could no longer have any children of their own, they decided to adopt. The problem created lies in Jared's parents' hatred for large boisterous homes, despite their tremendous wealth. Thus there were only two bedrooms in their home. Jared's room would soon belong entirely to Rebecca, the new kid.
He looked at his pinups of Carmen Electra, and his collection of sports trophies. He wondered where his parents would store all his guy stuff when the girl moved in? But he was home for one last weekend to enjoy his comfy bed and to meet Rebecca; she would be arriving in a few hours.
When Rebecca arrived Jared was in the living room watching television. She was 18 and had come from an abusive family, and needed someone to help her onto her feet, which was why she would be living with the Stranes. She looked like a very innocent girl though; long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, light blue eyes, plump and perky 34C breasts that stretched her tight emerald colored sweater, a thin flat stomach, and long toned legs underneath her tight jeans. When she sat down on the recliner next to him, Jared felt a tingle he hadn't had since high school. Her tight jeans stretched even further flaunting her tight round ass and sliding just low enough to expose the top of a black G-string thong held together by a simple metal ring.
Everyone said their greetings and the family chatted with Rebecca for about three hours. It was getting late and everyone began to wonder where Rebecca would sleep for the night. Mr. Strane refused to allow her to sleep on the hard old couch, in spite of Rebecca's gracious offers. Mrs. Strane suggested Rebecca could sleep on the spare air mattress in Jared's room. He said he didn't mind, he was ready for bed anyways, the night before he had been out late partying with his buddies. Everyone said their good nights and changed for bed. Jared changed and brushed his teeth. He called to Rebecca who was in the adjoining bathroom getting herself ready; "I hope you don't mind, I usually sleep with only my boxers on, but I'll be under the covers anyway."
"Don't worry about it." She called back in a friendly tone. Rebecca emerged from the bathroom moments later, and Jared's tingle resumed. She was wearing her hair in a ponytail again, and had donned a tiny spaghetti string halter with no bra that hung low enough for Jared to peak at her plump breasts and perky nipples when she bent down to pull her blankets aside, and skin tight short shorts that extended less than an inch lower than her crotch. He could also see she was wearing the black G-string when she bent over.
"Where did you get all those trophies?" She asked him admiringly.
"Well, I played football, lacrosse, and hockey, and was really good at all of them, I guess with that much going on I just performed really well." He didn't mean to gloat, but he loved explaining it to her for some reason. He felt good about her admiring him.
"What's that big gold plaque for over there? Is that for one of your sports?" She seemed enthralled by his achievements.
"Oh, that's for lifting. We lifted weights a lot for football, kind of made a club out of it, and I was able to bench 300 pounds before my senior year so they gave me a plaque." One of his achievements he was most proud of. He was really very strong. He stood about 6 foot 2 inches and weighted nearly 220 pounds. He was covered head to toe in rippling muscles and bulging veins. His short brown hair and soft brown eyes made him very attractive, especially in his sports days, but he had never had time for a full time girlfriend. For a handsome guy like him, he was fairly ill experienced with women.
