"I could get used to this," said Ren as the limo pulled up to the curb in front of Tyler's, JC's, and his home. Located on the outskirts of the university housing, the five-bedroom colonial was far enough away from the frat houses to make Ren's jock roommates think twice before heading over there for a weekend party.
The place had enough room for two more renters, but JC and Tyler came from well-off families and convinced their parents to pay for the other two bedrooms instead of letting some random guys take them. One became Brit's office and art studio for her graphic design classes, while the other was lined with sound padding and acted as JC's recording studio where he worked on sound engineering and design. Though he looked like the perfect candidate for star quarterback on the football team, his eventual goal was to become a foley artist and do sound on a major Hollywood production.
Meanwhile, Tyler was shooting for the big leagues and played on the Uni football and baseball teams. Instead of commandeering one of the extra bedrooms that he was technically paying for, he turned the house's study into a fitness room with treadmills, mirrors on the wall, a free weight bench, and one of those square universal machines. Ren had difficulty finding excuses not to stay in shape with a professional training center downstairs. Plus, he got the rare treat of spotting for Brit or JC's younger sister, Kelli, when they wanted to work out and their respective men weren't available.
Kelli was a bit of an enigma to Ren. He had no idea what the woman was studying as they never talked for more than a few seconds. Even when he spotted her when weightlifting, she quickly shut down any attempts at conversation. Technically, she was living with JC, or at least that was the excuse they used to keep her from the Uni required first year in the dorms. But once the administration approved staying with her brother, she instead moved into one of the sorority houses, saying that living with her brother and his girlfriend was weird. Despite moving out immediately, she still spent a significant amount of time hanging out with JC and Brit or using the fitness room. But when Tyler caught his girlfriend back in his hometown cheating on him, Kelli pounced on the opportunity. They were an official couple by the end of the week. Ren didn't think Kelli spent much time at her sorority house since then.
When the owners renovated the kitchen years ago, they designed it with college students in mind. An abnormally large refrigerator sat next to a shelf with five dorm fridges, one for each bedroom. A rectangular island with stools on one side and a bar-style commercial dishwasher on the other occupied the middle of the room. Such a high-end dishwasher was expensive and cost a little more to run since the incoming water had to be blistering hot. Ren also couldn't just run to the store and pick up some dish detergent if they ran out. However, the commercial detergent it used came in five-gallon buckets, which hadn't required changing since Ren moved in his sophomore year.
Ren was the only real cook of the bunch, the others preferred nuke-n-eat meals or eating out. The cost of dining out made it an occasional luxury for him, much like his trip to Club Lethe. His only other option was to suffer day after day of mediocre frozen dinners. Luckily, he ran across a cooking show that piqued his geeky interests by discussing the physics, chemistry, and biology of culinary arts. Within a few months, Ren became surprisingly skilled in the kitchen. He had to admit, it was pretty awesome to watch his roommate's faces light up when he told them supper was on him that night.
At some point, the house's owner removed the wall separating the kitchen and living room. Ren appreciated whoever made the decision. Not only did it open up the space, but it made keeping the cook in on the conversation easier.
The living room had everything you might expect. Chairs and couches with their respective side tables took up most of the carpeted floor. Since the study became the fitness room, they moved some of the bookcases over and added a few small slide-around computer desks for working on assignments or perusing the interwebs. The house's fireplace and mantle took up most of one wall. There was a rumor that the first student renters nearly burned the place down by letting embers from the room's fireplace fall onto the carpet during a party. Understandably, the owner capped the chimney and slotted in a gas heater. A student later upgraded the heater to one with the fake glowing logs and flickering flames projected on the back wall. It even made sounds, mimicking the crackles, pops, and shifting logs of a real fireplace. The seventy-inch flat-screen TV mounted above the mantle went largely unused unless some blockbuster recently released on Net.flicks, Prime, or D+.
The only thing Ren hated about the room was the carpet. After buying the house, the landlord ended up replacing the room's carpet yearly. He eventually decided to go with a sturdy, commercial carpet made for office buildings. What he found had more in common with the rough mats for cleaning mud off your shoes at the front door than any carpet he had ever felt.
When JC came to look at the place before moving in, he crouched down and ran a hand over the bristly pile before telling Ren, "Well, you won't need to worry about catching me fucking in the living room. I prefer my skin attached to my back and knees." His new roommate proved the comment false only a few weeks later. Early in the morning, a bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived Ren caught JC lying on the couch as his girlfriend rode him. The two froze as he walked into the room, but this wasn't anything new to Ren. They weren't the first of his roommates he'd caught fucking and probably wouldn't be the last. And it wasn't like he wouldn't be doing the same thing if he had a girlfriend.
"Keep goin'," he mumbled sleepily, "I'm gonna make some coffee. Nice tits."
"Dude! Could you give us a minute?" snarled JC.
"Nope," he replied as he stepped into the kitchen. "For you, it's the beginning of the fall semester. For me, it's summer finals week. Coffee is more important. I'll keep my back turned."
After a few moments of quiet whispering, the sound of naked bodies coming together resumed but the moans and grunts were more reserved. That wasn't the last time he stumbled across them fucking in the living room. The second time it happened, Ren knew them both well enough to consider Brit and JC friends, and they barely slowed down after seeing who walked in on them. JC explained to him after the third time that Brit's favorite position was to ride him while holding the back of a couch or chair for extra leverage, and the best time for them to do that was before their morning workout.
Ren wasn't about to complain. Brittany's breasts and ass already had a place of honor in his spank bank by that point. Though he kept his back turned to them as they finished, if it was dark enough outside, Ren could easily see her bouncing up and down on JC in the reflection from the window over the sink.
His mind snapped back to the present when he saw a hungry-looking feline form crawling through the narrow window separating him from the driver.
"K—K—Katherine?" he stammered, digging his heels into the limo's carpet and pressing his back into the seat.
"Call me, Kat. It's time to pay for your ride." Her eyes locked onto his crotch as she prowled across the back of the car, "Get it out, now," she demanded.
Like any other sensible prey, his first instinct was to run. Ren attributed her aggressiveness to Xaal's "blessing," but it was hard to say the succubus's spell was the only reason after Kat's comments from yesterday. From the look on her face, it might be more appropriate to call it a curse than a blessing. Either way, it was hard to reject a woman who so blatantly wanted your cock.
As he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, Katherine flipped onto her back and quickly stripped off her pants before rolling back over and crawling between his legs. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, she slowly stroked it up and down as her other hand opened a storage compartment beneath his seat and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.
"Running you back and forth these next couple of days is going to be torture," said the cat as she drizzled the lubricant on Ren's prick while increasing the speed of the hand stroking him. Pull your shirt up," she panted, her voice thick with desire.
Ren did as asked, and Kat crawled up onto the seat, straddling his legs. "You may have wondered how Lethe's spell works," she said, lining him up with her entrance. As the cat-girl lowered herself, the tip of his cock slipped forward. She tried three more times, but as soon as the tip touched her sex's lips, it moved to the side. "See, you couldn't fuck me if you wanted to."
"And oh how I want to," said Ren. The light brushes of her lips across the head of his cock was the closest he had come to being inside a woman, and the thought had him close to glazing the cat's pussy already.
Sensing he was close, Katherine gripped him around the base of his dick and squeezed. Ren laid his head back and groaned as the feeling of impending climax faded. "That was mean," he muttered.
"So is shooting too quick and leaving your partner unsatisfied," said Kat. Pressing his dick against his abdomen, she lowered herself, trapping it between them. "Luckily, with Xaal's spell, this shouldn't take long," she continued as she began shifting her hips and sliding back and forth on his cock.
"Shouldn't take long?"
