Douglas entered the flat, his roommate helping him carry the bags inside the spacious living room. "Sweet place," the freshly-turned eighteen-year-old said, adjusting his duffle bag over the shoulder before it slid off.
Matthew put down the bags to catch his breath. "I know, but don't use it for parties. The landlord hates that."
Douglas nodded. "Thanks for the warning. So, where's my room?"
Matthew picked up the bags again. "Follow me."
The room was adjacent to the living room, as was another bedroom and there were no doors, just two curtains that didn't even reach the floor. In fact, he could see the beds in both rooms, and where one had a clean floor around it, the other had lingerie scattered across the floor. Douglas elbowed his roommate. "Dude?" He pointed to the lace lingerie sets.
Matthew laughed, his cheeks slightly red. "That's just my girlfriend, she's messy as hell," he said, pulling back the curtain to the room next-door and carried the bags in.
"Shit, that's some fancy shit, man," he said, looking at the black lace, the cups of the bras crazy big.
"Yeah, Olivia brings them home from work. A bonus for working at a lingerie manufacturing company, I guess," Matthew said while placing the bags by the bed.
"Damn, looks like you've gotten some bonuses, too," he said, entering his bedroom, realizing that he'd pretty much hear everything that went on in the next-door bedroom.
Matthew stammered. "We'll try and keep it down now that we've got a roommate."
"I appreciate that, but she's cool with me living here right? I'm not going to enter some crossfire here?" Douglas asked, not having the patience for drama.
Matthew smiled. "No chance. She's the one who came up with the idea. We were struggling to pay the rent by ourselves. Now, we can keep living here, thanks to you."
"Ey, just happy to help out," he said, liking Matthew already. There was no bullshit with him. Just honesty packed into a huge white guy.
"Come on, let me show you the bathroom, and then a surprise that Olivia made for you," Matthew said, patting him on the back.
Douglas followed eagerly, noticing that to get to the bathroom, he'd have to cross the living room and the door to the bathroom had no lock, as Matthew pointed out. "We have a sign, you just flip it if you're in here. You can always hear that Olivia's in here, though. She loves blasting some music in here," Matthew said, holding open the door for him.
"Okay, I can get used to that," Douglas said, his mind making note of every detail as he entered and saw the large bathroom counter, the many mirrors and the huge shower. Beside it stood the loo, just behind the entrance to the shower, actually. But there was something that was missing. "Washing machine and the drier?"
"Ah, that would be in the laundry room in the basement. The entire building uses one. Don't let Olivia go down there alone, though. The landlord can be a creep," Matthew said, patting him on the back again before leaving for the kitchen.
"Hot enough for a creepy landlord," he whispered, making notes and building his anticipation to meet his roommate's girlfriend.
"Now this, is your new heaven," said Matthew, leading him into the kitchen where everything looked tidy, for once.
"Why is it my new heaven?" Douglas asked, scratching his cornrows.
"Because Olivia can bake, and I mean it when I say it, she shows love with food. Make sure you're hitting the treadmill on the daily, or else your stomach will show it."
Douglas laughed. "Nice excuse to stay fit."
"Here," Matthew said, opening the fridge. "She made these ones for you." He brought out a plate of stacked brownie cakes, seven of them. "Hopefully you like brownies."
Douglas smiled from ear to ear. "So you dating an angel, is that what you're telling me?" he asked, taking the plate.
"Yeah, sometimes I can't believe it myself." Matthew laughed at that and then pointed to a note held up by a fridge magnet. "Wifi name and password, in case you forget it."
"Dude, that's not a safe password."
Matthew held up his hands. "I'd love to throw her bimbo ass under the bus, but I'm not exactly better at remembering it."
"Dude, your password is password. That's the most obvious shit!" Douglas laughed and put the plate into the microwave to heat them up a bit.
"Probably, but never changing a winning team, am I right?" Matthew patted him on the back and left the kitchen, heading straight to the front door.
"Wait, where are you going?" Douglas asked, pretty sure they'd carried everything inside.
"My job sucks, but I can't skip work because of it," he said, putting on a light jacket that barely fit his huge frame.
"How am I going to go anywhere if the guy with the keys leaves?" Douglas joked.
Matthew looked at him, his eyebrows living a life of their own until he burst into laughter. "Funny, we'll get you a spare key, but Olivia should be here soon. She's not working today, or she is working at the gym, but she usually arrives around midday."
"And you?" Douglas asked, his smile a constant at the thought of meeting Olivia.
"Busy day, going to be make it back around six. So, late dinner, is that alright?" Matthew asked while fitting on his shoes.
"Shit, I didn't know you had a no shoes indoors policy. I just walked in," Douglas realized.
"No worries," Matthew said, slicking back his black hair. "Just get them off before Olivia sees you, alright? Trust me, you don't want to endanger your life by firing up a Latina."
Douglas laughed and took the brownies out of the microwave. "I'll remember that."
"Alright, survive until I get back," Matthew said before exiting.
"Cool dude," Douglas remarked as he kicked off his shoes, brought the plate of brownies to the couch beneath the living room window and took a well-earned seat. Except, just as he was about to treat himself to another brownie, his head turned to the right where those lingerie sets lay temptingly in view. "Let's see how stacked you are, Olivia."
Douglas pulled back the curtain, a smell of sex hitting him and he could tell by the messy duvet and pillows what might have happened here. "Damn, she's fun in the bed, then, too?" He rubbed his hands and crouched down to the lace black lingerie set he had eyed earlier. Holding it up, inspected the size and the sturdiness. "Damn, this is for some heavy shit... F cups," he said, after having ran the numbers through a conversion chart on his phone as he had never seen a pair of tits that big in real life. "Fuck... Olivia... mmm... you got my attention now," he said, licking his lips and inhaling the smell of her when he heard someone running down the hallway outside, heading towards their front door.
Just in case it was Olivia, he left her bra, hurried out of her bedroom, closed the curtain and dashed for the couch just in time as the front door opened. Douglas tried to fake eating another brownie, but he dropped it as Olivia entered the flat and stole his eyes forever.
The sexy Latina kicked off her white sneakers, her bare legs rippling and earning his attention as she placed one leg over the other as she sauntered towards him. The deeply tanned thighs glistened with sweat and she brushed over one another as she walked as if she was on a runway. The quads were rippling on each step they were flexed and popping. The thighs were so packed with muscles that she had muscles he didn't know existed. The thickness of her thighs brushed against the other as she sauntered to him.
The shapeliness of her rear, the mere edges of her massive roundness, even that he could see just above and behind her hips as the hot pants started to tear from the mass the fabric contained.
Fuck... he had to get her to turn around, he had never seen roundness like that before.
The moment of taking her in was all so quick, yet the details of her body was like the end credits at the end of a movie that just kept on going in his head.
Above the black hot pants, her visibly toned stomach was bare, the belly ring visible and the band of her black lace thong visible just above the hot pants.
The black sports bra it pushed her incredibly round breasts upwards. A nicely noisy necklace falling from her neck and nestling in the chasm of her cleavage. And to top it all off, her light blonde hair fell from the right, falling down the left side of her torso in luscious waves that reached her navel.
His eyes then moved to her face. The stunning blue eyes shining bright at him, the slightly puffed cheekbones, the slight mole beneath her left eye that escaped through a thin layer of makeup. And her cute little nose and pouty plump lips of a glossy pink that showed her white teeth finished him off as he sat there in awe.
Her voice took a slight upturn, and she stopped talking. That usually meant a question and Douglas fumbled for words, realising he couldn't make them.
"Douglas?" she asked and leaned forwards, an understanding smile shining bright as she stared up at him, her arms tucked behind her as her big tits pressed forwards and nearly spilling out.
Douglas' eyes nearly shot out of their sockets at how much cleavage was right in front of his face.
God damn... she was stacked... pure sex and even making her big tits wiggle from side to side as she seemed too excited to meet him to stay still.
Heavens, she was beyond curvaceous and shapely.
"What?" he asked, wrestling with himself to focus.
