Matt was the athletic type. Just over six foot of lean muscle with close cropped dark brown hair, a square jaw and annoying cute dimples to complement that cheeky grin he regularly wore on his stubble covered face. Captain of the Queenstown soccer club and top goal scorer too as he regularly liked to mention. He was one of those guys that's was frustrating in that not only was he good looking but also that he was everyone's friend because he was always so jovial and positive. He was also the messy, happy go lucky, forgetful and spontaneous colleague and house mate of mine.
I kind of fell for him when we first met. We were both new starting graduates at a major construction company who'd been posted to Queenstown, Tasmania. Not my ideal location after being ripped from the busy Sydney lifestyle I'd been accustomed too, but quite fine for country boy Matt with his rough country Australian accent and boyish persona. Anyway, as the only two new starters the Human Resources lady used her excellent settlement assistance skills to tee the two of us up in a two bedroom townhouse in northern Queenstown and quickly get back to checking her facebook feed. So I awkwardly shook his hand and we drove together to pick up the keys to our townhouse that we moved into the very same afternoon we started work. Quite the hectic first day.
Anyway, I really should introduce myself. I'm Ash, Matts afore mentioned house mate. I pretty much personify average. Five foot 8 inches, 135 pounds, mousey brown hair at shoulder length and a smattering of freckles across my round face. I do have a particularly good nose if I say so myself. It's straight and just that little bit upturned at the end. And my eyes are a mysterious shade of green. At least that's what my last ex used to say, and I like to tell myself.
I'd been living with Matt several months when a series of events kicked off. I'd even managed to get use to the bomb site he left in the kitchen after cooking meals for himself and the piles of books and papers he left scattered around the living room. I'd even managed to overcome the unprompted visits of his blonde bimbo girlfriend Kim who apparently acquired a key for herself. I'd regularly find her sitting on the couch wrapped in just a towel with a dazed smile plastered on her face and a big fat fake greeting upon my arrival of hey Ash, fancy seeing you here! This was generally followed by what she obviously thought was a cute little laugh. I admit my first few reactions probably were more akin to grimaces of pain then the eyebrow raise and hearty grin I manage to come out with now.
Matt and I didn't go out together much, he went out drinking with the boys from his soccer team and I would have casual drinks with a couple of the other office girls from work occasionally. However, the night in question was a compulsory work function, and sharing a taxi home seemed the best option. The work function plied us workers with free alcohol and everyone found themselves quite intoxicated as the proceedings wound up. We stumbled into the cab giddily with the silly drunken laughter that seems to overcome people after too many drinks and made our fairly uneventful way home.
We stumbled through the door at which point, I clumsily tripped falling into Matt and resulting in us ending in a heap on the ground with my double D breasts pushed firmly against Matt's chin and my thigh caught firmly up against his crutch between his legs.
"Wow Ash, you've got a pretty well-endowed rack there, you should show it off more", Matt smirked.
I hurriedly pushed myself up and blushed the colour somewhere between a watermelon and a plum. Matt seemed to think this reaction was quite amusing and pushed me gently on the shoulder with a wink saying "Relax Ash I'm just playing with ya."
"Well, I wish I could feel the same about what my thigh felt when it was caught up against your crotch" I quipped before really even thinking. I nearly passed out in shock that I'd just said what I said but Matt's reaction was a response I'd never seen. He just stared wide eyed straight back at me. I'd never seen him without a clever response before.
"Relax Matt, I'm just playing with ya" I said with a wink and pushed by him towards my room. I should drink more often, I'm kind of funny I thought to myself before his arm shot out and grabbed me by the waist and spun me around and stared at me with a half grin, his eyes crinkled in a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite pick. He pushed me hard through my door back onto my bed as I stared up at him in shock and fear.
"Cute joke Ash" said Matt as he fell forward onto my bed his arms pushing my shoulders back and pinning me under his weight. He pressed his lips hard against me as his left arm pinned both of mine above my head and his right hand pulled up my shirt and searched up my chest. I struggled against him without avail and tried to tell him to stop, but I'll be honest, I was half hearted in my attempts.
His hand adeptly unclasped my bra and firmly squeezed my left breast so much so that I let out a gasp. He lifted his head off my lips and grinned at my reaction. I struggled harder against him as I realised the direction this was taking. He slammed my arms back down above my head hard as I tried to raise them up. My eyes widened as his right hand now wondered down my body and up under my skirt to rub between my thighs.
"Matt, no" I gasped. "What about Kim?"
"Fuck that bitch, right now, I'm taking you Ash, I know you wanted me when we first met, now you'll get your fill..." Matt said as he pulled my skirt. Again I struggled and managed to break free and push him but it was no use, he flipped me on my back and pinned me down.
"There's a good girl Ash, now I've got you where I want you."
"Matt, no" I whispered as he let me go to rip my skirt and underwear down off my legs. I jumped up with my momentary chance of escape but in my drunken state fell over the underwear tangled around my feet and fell to the ground. Matt didn't need a second chance; he jumped off the bed onto me and knocked the air out of my lungs in the process, ripping my shirt over my head where it got tangled around my eyes and in my arms. I was truly in trouble now. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, my arms desperately attempting to untangle as he ripped the underwear from my ankles and threw them to the ground. He pushed my face into the bed and used his knees to spread my legs. I gasped into the pillow "No Matt we shouldn't!"
"Sorry Ash, that was a bit muffled, I couldn't make it out" was all Matt said as he slammed my face down into the bed. "Enough talk Ash, I'm gonna make you scream now." I tensed up in fear and anticipation as he slid his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. "Hmm Ash, it's almost like you want my cock inside you, I think you're pussy wants me...To bad it's not going to get to feel my hard cock." I relaxed for a split second at the thought that he'd stop his game and leave me alone until I felt his fingers slide up from my pussy to my butthole. I clenched in fear and struggled as hard as I could and escaped his grasp spinning around with one fist hitting the side of his face and the other grasping towards his mid-section. My right hand brushed off his face while the other one missed his mid-section and grabbed his cock. In surprise I let go and my eyes widened as I glanced a full gaze of him.
