Prologue:
The house. The very old house. It was probably built in the fifties if I had to guess. The walls were paper thin on the second floor, but on the first floor, those walls had all been torn out and redone with modern insulation. Looking at the front of the house, it looked like the weather had just about finished the exterior siding. The shingles on the slanted roof had also seen better days. In the front of the old home, there are surprisingly few windows. A long, single-pane window that looked into the living room and a small window on the side of that house at the backend of the living room. It was already framed to be a larger window but when I first saw it, the window was still on order. Also, on the opposite side of the house a couple of windows connected to the kitchen, one over the sink, another a few paces away that looked in on a hallway that led to the living room. On the back of the house was a small window to the bathroom on the extra bathroom that was currently being upgraded. Another long window in the primary bedroom. Finally a small window on the primary bedroom bathroom. There were a bunch of single-pane windows on the top floor, but the repairs for now were concentrated on the ground floor.
There was an incomplete fence that ran from the east side of the property, the side the kitchen was on, most of the way to the driveway. Another piece of dilapidated fence was on the western side of the house, perhaps a hundred feet from the building denoting the property line. Eventually, it would all be replaced and it would run back to the river another one hundred feet behind the house.
My name is Kyle. At the beginning of the story, I was looking for a place to live. I had a low-paying job with applications for better employment at various businesses based on my degree. The job was not terrible, but my boss was a taskmaster. He was a blind man who ran a record store. Every product, CD, LP, Blue Ray, DVD, whatever, had to be put in a plastic package and this special tag that he could read with his hands put on it. I guess I understand why, but still, he would lose it if I forgot to bag and tag even a single item. I will say the man has an encyclopedic knowledge of music.
I have a bachelor's degree in Medical Administration. I knew the job would come, it just takes time when a person is first starting. At twenty-four I was in no rush to be rich or anything. I just wanted a decent job. The place I had been renting, the house, was sold by the owners. My rent was very cheap at the house as the owners were friends of my parents. But they had sold the house. I did not begrudge them for selling their home as they had given me a big break on the rent for the place when I stayed there. Recently the husband had retired, so they no longer needed the house.
I am told I am not bad-looking, and in fact, I have never had any problems with dating. I went on a few dates when I felt like it, but I truly did not date much. At least not yet, as I wanted to be established in a career. I thought that one day I wanted to meet
the one
, but I was not there yet. I am of average height, five feet ten inches tall, and I have a decent build. I went to the gym at least a couple of times a week so I had a nice chest and decent arms. I have a slim waist, and long legs that I am told women think are attractive. I have brown eyes, a normal white guy complexion and I am told a nice smile.
I was running out of time to find a place to live when I saw an ad in the local newspaper for a room to rent in a house off the beaten track. Yes, some of us still read newspapers. This huge house on the river a few miles from downtown looked like it had seen better days from the outside. As it turned out, it was not bad on the inside and the two women who lived there were in the process of having it remodeled. The living room was gorgeous, with real wood paneling and brand-new lush brown carpeting. There was a new very long couch, a mahogany coffee table that is huge, and an old rolltop desk across from the couch. Eventually, new siding and a new roof would be put on the house. I learned that the second floor of the place would have to wait for another year or two.
As one enters the home there is that huge living room. As the place was being remodeled, they had cordoned off the farther end of the living room from the front door with furniture. An armoire, an antique China Cabinet, and a curio cabinet that was empty at this point.
The two ladies hung a curtain between a dresser and an old armoire against the far wall. They shared this place as their temporary bedroom. Directly across, around a corner from the living room, is a small bedroom. This was the space they were offering up for rent. The room they rented me was small, but more than met my needs. As one entered the house, the living room, there was and is a hallway directly on the left that leads back to the huge kitchen. A stairway leads to the second, the entrance to the stairway on that hallway just before the kitchen. The second floor has three bedrooms, but it would be a while before they were ready to be lived in. The two ladies that lived in the place were quite friendly and I liked them right away. The girls seemed eager to rent the room to me. I thought they might want a woman, but they approved me immediately which surprised me. I moved in just a few days after that interview.
It is Kim's home. At twenty-seven she made a very good living and had been given a big chunk of money by her rich parents. This was another reason I was surprised that she wanted, or needed, to rent me a room. She bought the house as a fixer-upper. A fixer-upper that would take a lot of fixing.
I have to say at the time I did not think that she was very pretty. Kim has a rather large nose, and thin lips and at the time, her hair was a bit wild and unkempt. She is five feet six inches tall and at the time she was a bit overweight. She probably weighed one hundred and sixty pounds or so. Dishwater blonde hair, brown eyes, with not bad legs. Her two best features were her incredible ass, and I could see she had a nice pair of breasts through the shirt she was wearing.
Her roommate was her best friend, Ginger. Ginger was twenty-six and short at five feet two inches tall. She has close very curly dark hair and a narrow but not completely unattractive face. The one feature she has that some might find less than attractive is what some would call a weak chin. But, to me she is cute. It's not just her face, it is her cute and shy personality. She has short but slim legs, a very nice ass, and a slim body. She has small breasts that I thought were nonexistent, but as it turned out she merely had a habit of hiding with baggy clothes.
Chapter 1:
That first month things were pretty much routine. Nothing exciting happened. It was maybe in the fifth week that I was in my room one early evening when the doorbell rang. The ladies were in the kitchen making some snacks as it turned out. Just as an aside, the stairway that led from that hallway to the upstairs was blocked off at this point. They must have been in the middle of something so I went to answer the door. To my surprise, there was a delivery truck with a sixty-five-inch TV and a large TV stand.
The ladies used me as their labor for the TV and the stand. They had me remove the curio cabinet with a dolly into the hallway that went to the kitchen. Then they had me turn the dresser sideways and we still hung the curtain from the dresser to the armoire. In front of it in their private space, we set their new TV and stand. We set the TV stand a few feet from the end of the bed. It was a very nice set-up. At this point, I took a shower, which was on the left as I entered the primary bedroom. The room itself was still in the process of being remodeled. I was exiting the room after my shower, the ladies in their private space. I was just in a towel and headed to my bedroom on the right as I exited the primary bedroom.
Up to this point, the women had not invited me into their private space. If I did have to bother them while they were in their impromptu room, I always knocked on the back of the armoire. The reason for this, other than trying to be considerate, was that they were lovers. They were not shy about it. I had walked by many times and heard them in the middle of passionate lovemaking. So, I was surprised when I walked by after my shower and Kim stuck her head out from behind the curtain, "We are just about to start a movie, want to join us?"
Again, I remind you, I had nothing on but a towel. "Well, let me get some clothes on and I will join you."
"Oh, we are not shy. Just keep the towel on, we are about to light up a doob."
