My First Night in the House
The night I met Rachel, I was about to hit rock bottom. A recent college drop-out, about to be kicked out of my dorm, too scared to go home and admit my failure. I had no friends, my college work was not exactly conducive to a healthy social life. I had dedicated the last 5 years of my life to studying and went from a hopeful high school freshman to a disillusioned and burnout freshman in college. I needed a break, I needed to be someone else for a while. And along came Rachel. Beautiful, carefree, fun, sexy Rachel, with a smile that lit up a room and a body that belonged in a magazine.
We spent that night at the frat party together, drinking, dancing, and laughing. I had never had so much fun in my life. So when she said she had a place for me to crash, I could have kissed her. We agreed to meet the following day for coffee after I'd packed up my clothes and given away the key to my dorm room.
"Our living situation is not exactly conventional," she said, smiling sheepishly. "It's more of a work for food and board type of situation."
"Oh? What kind of jobs do we have to do? Because I need a home, but I am not ready to scrub floors," I said, feeling my hopes dwindling a bit.
Rachel laughed. "No, no, nothing like that. It's sex work, except we only cater to a particular group of clients."
She shrugged as if she'd just told me we were out of milk or something. When she saw my shocked face, she laughed again. Over coffee and croissants, she explained the living situation. There were 5 girls in the house - 6 with me - and their landlord, a 30-year-old named Paul, lived in the studio above the garage. They had a group of clients, 6 men in total, who came over regularly and paid well. The girls were provided with food, amenities, and pocket money. They were free to go out and do whatever they wanted, as long as it didn't interfere with their work. Paul managed the house and the money and occasionally curried "favors" from the girls. I was 19 and had only had sex a handful of times, with a guy from high school who ghosted me when he left for college. I was inexperienced and scared, but I recognised the butterfly in my stomach as more than just fear. There was excitement there. I decided to jump in and give it a go.
It was getting dark when Rachel drove us to the house. We had spent the day talking and she had patiently answered all my questions. Still, stepping out of the car, I felt my knees weak and my chest bursting with emotion. Paul and some of the girls were not home, which was great, because it meant I didn't have to face everyone at the same time. Rachel showed me around and introduced me to the other girl there - Lucy. The three of us would share a room.
Our bedroom was large, with a huge bed in the middle, which could probably fit 5 of us and a smaller, single bed on the far side of the room. "Sometimes, new girls prefer to sleep alone in the beginning," Rachel explained. I went to take a shower and lingered there, letting the hot shower massage my skin. I put on a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt Rachel had left out for me and went back to the room, where the girls were waiting with a bottle of wine.
"It is one of our traditions," Rachel said, "that we drink some wine on a girl's first night."
"What other traditions do you have?" I asked, putting my glass down on the bedside table. My hands were shaking, so I crossed my legs and put a pillow on my lap to rest my arms on. Rachel smiled and downed her glass of wine. She sat next to Lucy on the edge of their bed.
"What do you think about giving our new friend, Emma, a warm welcome?" she said. Lucy licked her lips and glanced at me. "I think that is a very good idea," she whispered.
They started kissing, their tongues melting into each other, their soft lips caressing each other. Lucy's hands went to Rachel's silky blonde hair, pulling her closer. Rachel stood and pulled Lucy up. They continued kissing, peeling each other's clothes off, slowly, almost teasing each other. Or maybe teasing me. I was transfixed. I didn't move, I think I was barely even breathing. Their naked bodies were beautiful. Lucy's tanned skin was stretched taut over defined muscles, her breasts small and perky, her butt firm, her long black hair caressing her back. Rachel was the opposite. Her skin was milky white and she was all curves. Her breasts were full and round, with big pink nipples asking to be kissed. A strip of honey-blonde hair disappeared between her legs, while Lucy was completely hairless.
Rachel sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me, with Lucy kneeling between her open legs. As Lucy's lips started traveling down Rachel's body, Rachel looked me straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile on her full lips. Her eyes were clouded with desire and her breath was getting shallow. I saw desire on her face and I was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her. Somehow, though, I knew I was not supposed to move. I was meant to just watch. Lucy was sucking on one of Rachel's nipples and I heard a soft moan escape Rachel's lips, her back arching slightly, her feet lifting, resting on her toes, as if she was wearing high heels. She tilted her head back and weaved her long fingers through Lucy's hair, as her mouth was moving lower over Rachel's soft belly.
"Oh, good girl," Rachel whispered. "You know what I like, don't you?"
