Disclaimers: 1). All characters in this story only reside in my mind. 2). All characters in this story partaking in sexual stuff are over 18 years of age. 3). I had a choice of categories for this story.
My name is Jay Green, ready to turn 27, single and an independent contractor specializing in Internet Security. While I was finishing my undergrad work at the University of Washington, I purchased an older home in a north suburb of Seattle, that needed some work, and had a smaller house on the same property. The other house needed a ton of work, one of the reasons the property came as reasonable as it did.
I had been a handy man of sorts all through high school and college, that helped me keep a fairly well toned body close to 6'3" and right at 200 pounds.
It also helped that my dad and grandpa helped with a nice down payment. With me being my own labor, the remodeling costs were kept to a minimum. The main house that I was living in, really didn't need all that much work, so I could finish up, while living in it.
The smaller house, which I intended on renting out, was a total gut job. The demo was a piece of cake with my pops and dad helping. Finished in one weekend. I had planned about a year for my remodel, so I wouldn't bust my ass with the work.
I soon realized that running my own business, while remodeling a house wasn't conducive to an active love life. My girlfriend in college let it be known she wanted a ring before I got my business off the ground, or else. After a few sleepless nights, I took the or else. I just did not want to be pressured into a marriage, especially since Veronica informed me during our 2 plus years together that she wanted children, sooner rather than later, and didn't want them raised in my religion. That was a non starter for me, even though I didn't attend Shul on a regular basis my children would be raised Jewish. At least there would be a discussion, not an or else.
So while my Internet Security business flourished, and my rental house was taking shape, my sex life rivaled a Trappist Monk. This troubled both my mother and grandmother, both of whom wanted another generation, while they could still enjoy spoiling a child of mine.
While both working and remodeling I began meeting my neighbors. Some of whom were nice enough, but some were right in the center bullseye of class A jerks. I discovered a couple of them were just plain racist. When they noticed a "Mezzuzah", a Torah scroll, on my door frame, they just seemed to ignore me. Their loss.
When I was just a couple of weeks from finishing, I put an ad out for renters. I did all my research. I talked at length with Realtors, and knew what a fair price would be for a 2 bed 1.5 bathroom cottage would be. I also knew how to check references.
As applications started coming in online, I couldn't believe some of the absolute shit I was seeing. A couple with 3 kids! Didn't they see 2 bedrooms? A single guy, offering me 1/2 the advertised rent. This wasn't Let's Make A Deal! There were others that just didn't feel right. I finally had a face to face with a couple, who after seeing my renovated house looked at me and said, "this looks awful old for the price." My ad stated the construction year, so I had no idea what they wanted. Don't people read the fucking ad?
Almost about to give up, I get another application, asking when they could see the house. I set up a time on a Saturday, for their convenience. I wasn't sure what to expect, only knowing their names, Eileen and Chris.
When they arrived I was a bit surprised to see Eileen, who looked about 15, white, with multi colored hair and more than a few tattoos and piercings. She might have been 5'2" or so, and maybe 125 or 130. Not overly endowed, but not wearing a bra. She did set my mind at ease, showing me her driver's license, telling me she was 26 years of age. Chris, on the other hand looked 30'ish, light skinned African/American, close to 6' tall and, guessing, pushing 180, at least. Now she was really in need of the bra she must have misplaced while getting dressed.
Showing them the house, which they really liked, so we all went inside my house to do some paper work. I did tell them that I would check their references, but they seemed to be fine. I noticed they worked at the same business, "The Ladies Who Lunch" Without thinking, I asked if this was a restaurant. Both of them started laughing, telling me this was a sex shop, for ladies! Stunned for a minute, I grinned, echoing the name, "Ladies Who Lunch" I get it, now.
"Does our business, or the fact we are a couple bother you?"
"Will you pay your rent on time, and keep the place neat and orderly?" I told them those were my requirements. "Oh, and no illegal drugs."
"Fine with us," they said in unison.
"Good, then your relationship is not a problem, with me."
Since the following Saturday, was the first of the next month, I told them they were all set.
That evening, I checked out their store's web site. I am not easily shocked, but their prices were out of this world. They sold clothing for each and every phase of women loving women. From the "normal" crotchless panties, bras where there is no nipple covering, to anything and everything needed from evening wear to dominatrix gear. They also carried how to videos, along with any and all BD/SM equipment.
I could see where women could drop a couple of grand, easily in one shopping trip. The fact they were a couple was the least of my concerns.
On afternoon, during the week, I decided to check this place out. Walking in, Chris greeted me, "hello, Mr. Green," she cheerfully stated. "Its Jay, if you still want to rent from me," I said with a huge grin. Just then, Eileen came in from a back room, with an arm full of clothing. At least I think it qualified as clothing. Lots of leather. Chaps, vests, fingerless gloves. You get the idea.
"See anything for that special lady in your life?"
"Nope, very single at this time, and before you ask, neither my mother nor grandmother would enjoy your wears. I guarantee it!
On Saturday, they had one hell of a moving crew, helping to unload a medium sized rental truck and several cars. It didn't bother me at all, but one of my racist neighbors walked by, stopped at my front door, getting ready to say something.
"Before you make a fool of yourself, they are more than welcome in MY house!"
He turned and stormed off.
When this moving crew finished, they ordered pizza and beers and invited me to join them. I must admit, thinking I was quite open minded, I was shocked when I entered their living room. There was a girl with two guys, and my renters, Eileen and Chris. It seems as if my renters had stopped to shower and came back into the living room wearing boy shorts. And nothing else!
Chris laughed, saying, "I should take a picture of that face!"
"Haven't you ever seen tits before?" Eileen asked.
I told them they caught me off guard. If you think I was caught off guard, you should have seen the pizza delivery guy, when Chris answered the door with her D cups and giant nipples pointing at his face. Poor kid nearly dropped our food. Knowing this kid was shocked, Eileen walked up behind her and took her hands and caressed both boobs. When she started rubbing Chris's nipples, they must have grown to close to an inch long. I must have stared, because after they paid for the pizza, Chris walked over towards me, laughing, and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips.
"Hey, you kiss pretty good. For a man!"
I had to admit, her kiss was very nice. When I looked at Eileen for any reaction, she followed right behind, stood on her tip toes and not only gave me a smoking hot kiss, but drove her tongue inside my eager mouth.
