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One
She and I had known each other for nearly a year when she asked me if I would move in. My world wasn't much to leave behind but I'd paused since I had felt I should be contributing.
"The apartment is spacious Jon but my father's company owns it and therefore I don't pay the rent. The fees and electric is my responsibility."
There was the rub. My girlfriend had a comfortable financial situation. I was making some money on the side and writing code for my friend's Internet startup. I had enough to live on but lived close. I didn't even have a credit card. My full time gig had ended when that startup had failed two months ago. I had my savings to help but I didn't want a forty hour-a-week job right now. I was playing with a software formula and the connecting algorithm and needed the extra time to get it to work properly.
Maris came close and we hugged, "I want my boyfriend, my lover, well I also want his penis near too."
As we kissed she paused, "and this lovely tongue Serge."
I had been named for Serge Gainsbourg. My mother was infatuated with him and Jane Birkin and I was born the year he had passed away.
"Just how do you plan for me to pay any type of regular cash Maris? I only get paid every few months."
She had taken to picking up the check over the past few weeks. She liked to eat and drink well and knew I couldn't afford the lifestyle right now.
"Serge you are the one for me, for my heart and I need you to understand that you're creative work is important. The great turn for your career is just around the bend so please let me worry about making those payments honey."
Her arms were wrapped about my waist, "Beside, you're a perfect fit for me."
Actually Maris was exactly the same height as me. Her body though was very feminine but she was a tall girl at five-nine.
A few weeks later we completed the move and my shitty flat was no longer where I rested my head. The lovemaking got more intense and she allowed me to setup an office desk in the third bedroom. It actually was more of a storage space but it was good for what I needed.
Maris worked at a research lab affiliated with the east side university. She could walk to the lab which was on the edge of the campus.
We'd taken to having lunch together. I would bring my backpack with the food and a bottle of wine and we'd enjoy the fresh air and beautiful shade trees just within the tall iron fence.
"I was told by my boss that these are the oldest living Elm trees left in the city."
Her boss was always coming up in our conversations for Hannah was a bit of a polymath. She managed the science lab but wasn't a scientist. She had met the primary researcher some seven years earlier and had fallen in love with the man's wife. James and Kate had handled the divorce amiably and their relationship was still secure. They worked together but didn't see each other often due to James' travel and lecture schedule.
The few times I'd met Hannah were short, more passing by and informal. She looked passed me as if I didn't exist. When she called on the hardline to speak with Maris she was pleasant but focused. I had never met Kate though.
"Serge she is a real beauty," I stopped Maris.
"I could care less Maris. You're my sexy one and the other women of the world are irrelevant."
After getting accustom to our living together I'd found I was truly in love with this goddess. Her long legs were topped by a magnificent butt that I loved to look at and her pert breasts had nice chubby nipples. I was in heaven when we were together and thought of no one else.
We had met near at the natural market one Saturday. She had dropped a couple of apples and I was bending to retrieve them when we bumped into each other. She was dressed in tight jeans and a simple top but worn a pair of heels. The cuff of the jean legs were turned up to focus on the brown leather strapped heels.
"Those are mine sir," I handed the slightly bruised honey-crisps to her as she said this.
"If you use these today the pie will still be good Miss and the grocer may offer a discount."
We've been together and have made many pies since. She didn't know how to cook when we met but I was pretty good at fresh piecrust and baking. My mom's influence; she had asked for my help when I was ten and slowly she'd taught me to cook.
I still recall walking to Maris's flat that afternoon we'd met. I carried the bags and she talked to cover her nervousness. She was taller by three inches due to her heels but following her up the stairs I watched her heavenly bottom moving and I was captivated by her presence.
We kissed at the door to the open apartment, her with just the key in her hand.
"I'm glad I was clumsy with those apples Serge."
While the pie cooled she opened a chardonnay and we sat talking. I didn't want to leave but I suggested that we could have dinner the following night. I was still employed and could handle a fine dinner bill.
After about a month with me living in the flat we had adjusted to each other's schedules and responsibilities. Twice a week she was kept late at the lab in order to complete a run or something. I would have a simple dinner those nights for she wouldn't get in until after ten.
The day following one of the first nights she was late Maris awoke and showered quietly. I slept until nearly seven but was startled when I opened my eyes to see her sucking me off. I enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes but was especially excited to see her wearing her lingerie including heels and stockings. Usually we made love naked after a shower. I knew of her undergarments but had never seen her wearing hose' let alone heels in bed.
That day she went to work in a dress. I didn't question her bed outfit for I had enjoyed seeing her lovingly body through the translucent materials.
About three that afternoon she called.
"I have an issue with my work honey and I'll be late again tonight."
Maris wasn't alone. Kate had slipped to her knees and was rubbing her prey's panty cover vulva. They were in the darken and quiet lab for Kate's lover Hannah had travelled to be with her old mother for a few days and James was in Europe for a conference.
As Maris hung-up the phone Kate slipped her tongue passed the fabric panel of Maris's panty.
"Oh dear god, Kate!"
Her lover stopped sharply and Maris corrected herself, "I meant to say, Mistress, Mistress Kate?"
