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   Be My Guest Ch.  01: Eviction NoticeD

   "EVICTED?  WHAT THE FUCK?"

   Zach Pedigo ripped the notice off of his apartment door and stared at it
with a haunted glare.  He knew that he was behind a month in rent but this
was harsh.  How could his landlord be so unsympathetic?  Wasn't it against
the law to evict someone until three months without payment gave them the
right to push someone out?  Aggravated he crumpled it up and unlocked his
door.  Entering he slammed his door out of spite then hurled the paper on
to his kitchen bar, which separated it from his small living room.

   Tossing his duffle on the floor beside his sofa he took a deep breath
and accepted reality.  He knew coming up with the money to avoid eviction
was slim.  He had been out of work nearly two months, exhausting his
savings just to survive.  Finding another job was increasingly depressing.
Not many employers wanted a man who punched out his boss whatever the
circumstances were, good or bad.  References stunk.  Sad to say he might
end up living in a cardboard box here soon unless he could figure out
something.

   Tired and sweaty after a gym workout, one of the few places he had paid
up for a year to be a member, he took his t-shirt off and whipped it out
over his television, clinging to the screen.  From there he unbuttoned his
pants for circulation, stopping there in his disrobing.  He needed a beer.

   Opening his refrigerator he procured the second to last bottle of
Heineken in a six pack and twisted the cap off, guzzling it.  Finally,
leaning on the wall of his kitchen he growls to himself, "Lord I need a
miracle here." Eyes toward the ceiling as if expecting a sign he got it.

   A knock at his door made his breathing freeze, "Please don't let that be
the landlord." He chose to ignore it until two more knocks made him grow
curious.  Tiptoeing to the door he looks through the peep hole and bulges
his eyes.  "HOLY!" A swift turn of the knob he opens the door.

   "Hi.  I'm Heidi, I called about the spare bedroom."

   Dumbfounded by beauty, Zach stared with awe at a devastatingly gorgeous
blond with silky hair caressing her soft white shoulders.  Piercing blue
eyes and a perfect smile left him speechless.  In response the girl lifted
twice up on her toes as if awaiting a solid reply.

   "SHIT!  Sorry, you just caught me off guard."

   "I can see that." She hesitantly points at his unfastened pants barely
revealing skin near his pubic area, Zach lived commando.

   "Dammit!" He turns his back to her and quickly fastens up before
returning to her.  She blushed but stood her ground.

   "Can I see the room?"

   "Room?"

   "The vacancy.  I'm desperate for affordable housing since I moved into
the city.  I've been staying with my mom but I want my own place.  She and
my stepsister share a one bedroom, so no room for me." She giggles.

   Zach nearly told her she had the wrong place when inspiration struck. 
Stepping aside he motions her to come on in.  He did have a spare bedroom
that he used for storage.  This could just be his lucky day.  Even if it
was dishonest.  "Sure, come on in.  Heidi was it?"

   "Yep.  You're older than I pictured."

   "Age matter?"

   "Not really.  How old are you?"

   "35.  You?"

   "19."

   "I could almost be your Dad."

   She blushes heavily and looks to her feet before snickering, "I guess."

   "Shit!  I suppose I should put my shirt on.  Got too comfy after hitting
the gym." He looks for his shirt locating it on the 55 inch TV and starts
to go after it.

   "You don't have to.  I'm fine." She admits shyly.

   "Uhhh?  You sure?"

   "Yes."

   "Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actress Dove Cameron?"

   "Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actor Tom Hardy?"

   "My twin brother."

   "My twin sister." She giggles, "May I see the room?"

   "Right!  It's ten steps this way.  Small apartment." He nervously takes
the lead.

   "I don't take up much room.  5'5, 120.  Mostly up..." She stops short of
pointing at her chest, which had an amazing cleavage.  38C's behind a
yellow camisole left them wide open to interpretation.

   "Well, I'm going to keep my eyes high.  I certainly don't want to give
you the wrong impression of me.  Even though I've probably already done
that." He chuckles pointing at his own chest.

   "It's a guy thing.  I'm used to being looked over.  Anyways, the room?"

   Stepping out of her way he opens the door to the spare bedroom which was
roughly 10 feet by 12 feet.  She squeezes around him face to face, her
chest slightly grazing his sternum.  He swallows at her trailing tits soft
caress and reacting to him.  Trying not to stare he saw nipple hard on, but
quickly averted his gaze.

   "Small skylight over where your bed can go.  Average closet.  Ceiling
fan.  Nothing special really."

   "It's cute."

   "Yes it is." He lowers his eyes to her tight heart shaped ass covered by
a white mini skirt, her long legs gently muscular.

   "You think the room is cute?" She snickers.

   "Well, it will be once I get all of my junk out of your way." He hadn't
thought of that.  Where was he going to put it?  Grimacing, he figured the
dumpster sounded good.

   "You know, your voice even sounds differently than over the phone."

   "Oh?"

   "You did sound like you had allergies.  Hay fever you said."

   "I'm drugged up.  So far so good." He was feeling guilty as the lies
mounted up.

   "I can't recall your name." She fidgeted.

   "Zach." He extends a hand, "Zach Pedigo."

   "Heidi Baker." She frowns, "I'm in the wrong apartment aren't I?"

   "Yeeeeeeeah!  Listen Heidi.  I'm sorry I wasted your time.  I'm not
going to bother telling you why I let you in.  All I can say is I'm sorry,
I was considering a roommate and when you said...guess I'm...sorry.  I'll
walk you out."

   "So you were going to steal someone else's potential roommate?"

   Zach lowered his gaze and shrugged, "I'm a sad human being."

   "How much would be my rent?"

   "Say what?" He lifted his gaze and bulged his eyes.

   "How much?"

   "Well, half the rent is $700."

   "Wow!  $1,400 for this small place?"

   "That's Seattle for ya.  We're near the heart of the city.  This is
cheap."

   "You're so right.  Every ad I looked at was crazy high.  The guy I
talked to over the phone was going to charge me $900.  Who can afford
that?"

   "Might be $900 with half the utilities." He winces.

   "I'll have to get a third job just to make that."

   "What do you do?"

   "Part time at Victoria's Secret and at a Nail Salon, I do intricate nail
designs.  I'm girly." She laughs.

   "Sounds like it.  Listen Heidi, you don't have to rent from me.  I'm
truly sorry I led you on."

   "I'm considering it.  Unless you're not wanting to now.  I know the age
gap must be awkward."

   "NO!  No!  That has nothing to do with it.  I just feel horrible for
giving you the runaround.  You don't deserve what I just tried to pull."

   "At least you're being honest now.  Can you continue being totally
honest with me going forward?"

   "Absolutely.  I just got evicted." He rolls his eyes.

   "Seriously?"

   "Yeah!  That was my driving force in playing you.  I'm on hard times
myself.  Lost my job two months ago, blown through my savings, struggling
to stay afloat.  I figured you might keep a roof over my head a bit longer
until I got a job.  Dammit!" He backs away aggravated with himself and
steps into the living room arms crossed and pondering his life.

   "Bathroom looks bigger than my room." She follows him out but deviates
her path to the front door.

   "What?  You're looking at the bath when I'm telling you I was using
you?"

   "Just saying.  I like the glass shower doors.  This place is better than
I thought it might be."

   "I don't get it.  I just admitted using you and you're not storming out
calling me every name in the book?"

   "I forgive you.  Like I said, going forward.  My question is, will I pay
rent to you only to be evicted next month?"

   "Hope not.  Might sell my motorcycle.  It's my sole transportation
though.  That might pay two months rent."

   "Don't do that.  Mass transit sucks."

   "Not many options Beautiful." He grits his teeth, "Sorry again."

   "For what?  Saying I'm beautiful?  Thanks for noticing."

   "It's my day for notices." He laughs.  "I just didn't want you to think
I was being too forward."

   "Relax old man." She flips her tongue out at him, "I have enough money
to pay that $700 plus $700 for deposit.  I might have to live on celery
sticks and peanut butter, but if I can help and put a roof over my, our,
head I'll take the risk.  Just...don't lie."

   "I won't."

   "Prove it." She studies him with a squint.

   "You're hot as fuck."

   "That's proving it?"

   "It's no lie." He chuckles.  "Cute ass."

   "Ohhhh!  So now you're admitting to being a pervert."

   "Aren't all of us old farts?"

   "35 is not old."

   "You asked for honesty.  It's the only thing I could think of to prove
it off the top of my head."

   "Do I have to worry about it getting out of hand?  These perversions."
He noticed a strange glint in her eyes, almost hopeful of a yes.  He chose
to hold on to that close inspection.

   "Too early to tell.  If I do just set me straight." He moves to his TV
and snatches his shirt, putting it back on.  "There!  Better?"

   "I liked the bare chest." She smirked blushing, "I have nasty habits
too. I sleep walk.  I know I snore.  I live in bra and panties.  Sometimes
no bra.  Sometimes no panties.  Can you live with that?"

   "Can you start moving in, in like thirty minutes?" He grins heavily.

   "Tomorrow.  I'll bring you a check for $1,400.  I don't own much outside
of clothes and extra batteries.  A few odds and ends, laptop, etc."

   "No internet.  I had to cut a few luxuries out.  Batteries?"

   "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" She giggles.

   "Vibrator?"

   "Tattoo gun.  What do you think?"

   "Wow!  I...don't know what to say Heidi.  You just gave me..."

   "A hard on?"

   "I was going to say hope, but yeah, that's probably going to happen if
you only wear a bra and panties, or...less.  Can you deal with that?"

   "You're a man.  It happens." She eyes her cell clock, "I need to go to
work.  Nails today.  Can I bring a few things over later tonight?  I'll
just get the check to you today instead of waiting.  Key?"

   "I have an extra around.  Wow!  Thanks Heidi.  You saved my life."

   "Who knows, maybe you saved mine.  That other guy sounded creepy."

   "Who was it?"

   "I only know a first name.  Herman, I think.  Your address is H15.  Ha!
I just realized that spells HIS.  Too funny.  I evidently wrote the wrong
apartment number down.  Must be fate."

   "Tell you what...I have just enough cash to order Chinese.  You
interested in supper when you come back?"

   "Get fortune cookies.  I'm really superstitious that way."

   "I can do that.  Oh, do you even have a bed for your room?"

   "Crap!  Nooo!  I'll just put a blanket on my floor until I get one."

   "Always the couch in a pinch.  I'll clear everything out and have the
room emptied by say 5:00?"

   "I'll be over by 6:00.  Just need time to shower and change."

   "Perfect."

   "It is isn't it?" She looks behind her at her ass.  "Quit drooling old
man.  I'm just teasing."

   "I'm not drooling." He wipes his mouth on his shirt laughing.

   "I think our humor bounces off each other pretty well.  Just keep that
honesty thing going and I'll move past any doubts in you."

   "Done.  See you at 6:00 Dove Cameron."

   "Right on Tom Hardon.  I mean Hardy."

   "Okay, much as I love the teasing, don't you think we should act like
roommates?"

   "You're right.  I'm young and impulsive, what can I say?"

   He opens the front door for her, "Go to work."

   "Before I miss my bus." She bulges her eyes, "Bye Tom."

   "Bye Dove."

   He watched her wiggle all the way down the hall until she headed
downstairs.  Zach Pedigo could not help himself, he hit his couch running,
pants down, erection devastated, knuckling his cock as if he were 18 again.
This was definitely his lucky day.  "Get it out of your system Pedigo. 
Once she moves in you can't be doing this or she won't keep you out of hot
water long.  Fucccccccck!  Now I'm picturing her in the shower." It was
pretty steamy.

   After doing his best to clear out the spare room he discovered it wasn't
as easy as he thought.  Sure some things could be parted with but not
everything.  Cramming as much as he could into every closet there, outside
of hers, he gave up and made the sacrifice.  Who needed a fishing pole and
bowling ball anyways.  Down came that poster of Carlos Santana.  Damn Zach
felt old.

   By 5:30 he realized the time had ran away from him and he hit the shower
in a hurry.  Soaping up good he removed his Dove Cameron worship and felt
presentable again.  As he lathered up to shave his three day shadow he
again heard the door pounded on.  She was early.  Grabbing a towel he
wrapped it about his waist and trudged out, still wet.  Reaching the door
he just opened it and braced for the unexpected.

   "You're early." He managed until he realized Heidi wasn't alone.  With
him was another girl, with a few more curves in a deliciously overweight
perfection.  Brown hair to her shoulders with big brown eyes, rimmed
glasses making her appear studious.  Heidi stood behind the girl holding a
box obscuring her view.

   "HELLOOO!" The brunette looked Zach over from head to toe.  Turning
sideways Heidi bulged her eyes at Zach in his towel.

   "This shit is heavy, move it Kayla."

   Swooping in to help Heidi before losing her grip, Zach snatched up her
box and straightened up.  So much for his towel.  All it took was
stretching a bit too much and it loosened enough to fall to his feet.  "NOT
ON PURPOSE I SWEAR." He used the box to conceal his penis.  Both girls
dropped their jaws as he backed away slowly.  "Mind picking up my towel?"
He marched backwards all the way to his bedroom then sat the box down in
the hall to bolt inside and close his door.

   "Damn Heidi, he does look like Tom Hardy." Kayla sat her box on the
sofa.

   "I told you.  Pull up your halter Wench, before you start showing off
too."

   "I wonder how big it was.  Did you see it before..." She adjusted her
white halter top to better conceal her 40D's.  Those mounds were hard to
hide and she was darn proud of it.  With her few extra pounds they drew
attention away from a very minor pudge about the waist, her ass round but
tight in her pull up black shorts, butt cheeks ever so expressing
themselves beneath the hemline over both muscular looking legs.

   "Noooo, it was an accident give him a break." Heidi wore grey leggings
this time with a button down white and powder blue plaid shirt.  Definitely
less seductive looking than earlier in the day.

   "Even for an old guy he looked good.  Maybe I should move in with you,
just in case you need help fending him off."

   "Yeah, you can run interference right into his arms Hoochie.  I'll stand
back whispering don't hurt my sister.  Help.  Help."

   "You're hilarious.  I'm not into old..."

   Zach barged out of his room cutting her thought off as he rejoined them
in sweat pants and a Seattle Seahawk's t-shirt.  "Sorry ladies.  Caught me
by surprise there.  I didn't want you standing out there waiting on me is
all."

   "No problem Tom." Heidi stood with hands on her hips, "This is my
stepsister Kayla.  She's single if you wanna date her." Kayla drops her jaw
and shakes Zach's hand.  In the shake her breasts danced for him, nipples
popping out to say hello.  Definitely no bra, surprisingly no sag.  Youth
kept her poise sturdy.

   "Hi Tom."

   "It's Zach."

   "Peeping Tom." Heidi razzed him after seeing his eyes take in Kayla's
dance recital.

   "In my defense you were about ten minutes early."

   "I can see that.  You still have shaving crÃ"me on."

   "Crap!  I even put my shirt on before wiping my face.  I'm such an
idiot." Heidi hands him his discarded towel and watches him use it to wipe
his face.

   "Keep the stubble.  It suits you."

   "I think it looks sexy." Kayla adds.

   "Have any more things to carry in?" He changes the subject to avoid a
brewing erection beneath his sweats.

   "Two more boxes and a stand up mirror.  Better hurry up we're illegally
parked on the curb." Kayla retreats to the door.

   "I'll bring in the boxes.  You grab the mirror." He follows Kayla
watching her ass dart from side to side.  For being overweight that girl
was rockin' out.  Luckily, Zach liked a bit of baggage.  Single, eh? 
Shaking off the age thing Zach stepped outside and grabbed the two medium
sized boxes from the hatchback of a grey Ford Escape.  Side by side they
retreated as Kayla lowered the hatch until closed.

   "Hold up." She stopped him at the sidewalk.  "I just want to say
something without my sister around."

   "Sure, what's up?"

   "She's never lived on her own before.  Even I think my sister is
superhot.  I just want to know if she's safe."

   "Outside of accidents like earlier?  Yes, it was 100% an accident. 
Pretty embarrassed actually." He wasn't but it sounded appropriate.

   "That doesn't answer my question."

   "I'm not a pervert if that's what you think of me." He had his moments.

   "I don't.  The single in me wishes you were though." She giggles. 
"Just...don't hurt my sis."

   "Not even.  Chances are we'll barely see each other.  Jobs and all." He
refrained saying he wasn't working, hopeful that Heidi kept that secret.

   "Can I visit?"

   "Me or Heidi?" He winked.

   "Both.  Wow!" She looks at herself in the mirror she was holding, "The
girls are winking back at you."

   "Wink all you want.  How much older are you than Heidi?"

   "I'm 22.  Wait until you meet our Mom."

   "Stepsisters, Heidi said."

   "Yeah, she never knew her real Dad.  She's only known my Dad.  Her Mom
didn't want her knowing him.  Bad news I guess."

   "That's a shame.  Getting heavy here let's head inside."

   "Right!  Let me get the door." Once inside they head back upstairs to an
opened apartment door, propped by of all things, a can of Peaches.  Heidi
was in her room unpacking the first box which consisted of sheets and a
blanket.  Not even a pillow.  She had fanned out her bedding in preparation
for the next nights usage.  On her hands and knees straightening the
bedding Zach had to huff at her doggy style stance, those grey leggings
constricting tightly up into her clam for a sunken treasure status.

   "Here's your other boxes." Zach sat them on the floor, swallowing dryly.

   "Thanks." She rolls over to sit down on her bed, legs partly separated,
leaning back on the palms of her hands.  Looking up at Zach and Kayla she
smiles brightly, "Home sweet home." After resting the mirror against a wall
Kayla flops down next to Heidi and hugs her from the side.  "Go home Wench,
or Mom won't loan us her car again.  I'll catch a bus later."

   "I wanna stay here with you." Kayla melts into puppy dog mode, that led
into an attack from the side, sister on sister tickling match.  Zach
grinned watching them roll about laughing.  In her tussle Kayla's top
dangled low allowing Zach a full underside of dangling monsters.  He had to
huff a silent whistle of, "Oh yeaaah." As the girls slow their battle, they
sit up straight chuckling when both go instantly silent looking at Zach.

   "What?"

   Both girls point at him and he looks down to see his erection, tent
poling his sweats in tall order.  Zach was hardly small down there. 
Turning his back to them he shakes his head, "I GIVE UP."

   "Chill out Old man." Heidi smirked, "You order food yet?"

   "Fuck!  No, I haven't had time.  Let me grab my cell." He darts away
toward his bedroom where it was charging.

   "That dick is huge." Kayla expressed awe.

   "Go fetch."

   "Wish I could.  Mom is probably reporting her car stolen already."

   "I'll be home later."

   "This is home."

   "I'll be home, home, later."

   "Okay.  I'm visiting you a lot."

   "You just wanna jump Tom's bones."

   "I would too."

   "GO ALREADY."

   A kiss on the cheek Kayla crawls from the floor and steps cautiously
across the hall to Zach's opened bedroom door.  Leaning both hands to each
side of the threshold, she looks in to see him on the phone making a
delivery order.  Catching him off guard she witnesses him fondling his
erection from the outside of his sweat pants.  Staring at him with a hunger
lust she wanted to waltz in and help him out.  That of course was
interrupted by Heidi scaring the holy hell out of her by sneaking up and
reaching around, under her halter to squeeze her breasts.  A loud squeal
lets Zach know of their intrusion and he looks back at Kayla's bouncing
breasts while Heidi made them shuffle about from behind.

   Ignoring the erotic display at Kayla's expense, he coughs up, "Lo Mein?
General Chow's Chicken?  Broccoli and Beef over white rice sound alright?"

   "Yep." Heidi removes her hands from Kayla's shirt and nudges her
shoulder to shoulder.  Hearing Zach complete his order, Heidi calls out,
"EXTRA FORTUNE COOKIES." He abruptly stops the restaurant on the other end
with the request.  Hanging up he found both girls sweaty and laughing. 
"BITCH GO BEFORE YOU GET TOWED."

   "FINE!  Bye Zach."

   "Nice meeting you Kayla.  See you around."

   "You can't see around that Heifer." Heidi laughed hysterically.  As the
front door closed life calmed down.  Sizing up Zach's room she realized he
was into sports heavily.  A hockey stick was mounted over his queen size
bed.  "Nice stick." Zach in turn looked down at his crotch.  Eyes rolled at
his response, she shakes her head, "Not that stick.  Old man you have a one
track mind."

   "Probably so.  You're not helping it any."

   "So, you're into Hockey?"

   "Played when I was a kid up in Vancouver.  Moved down here when I was
your age."

   "Wow!  I'm originally from Vancouver too.  Small world.  Mom moved here
to get away from my real Dad.  I don't even think he knows I exist. 
Someday maybe."

   "Met my ex-wife Shea here in Seattle at 22.  Married up until three
years ago.  She found someone better and we split.  Been single since." He
plugged his cell back into the charger and folded his arms.  His erection
was still a problem but she chose to ignore it.  Casual glances at best to
realize it wasn't going down.  "What about you?  Boyfriend?"

   "Yeah, right!  I date, but nothing serious.  We all know what guys
want." She fidgets a bit.

   "My hard on bothering you?  I can pour ice cubes down my sweats. 
Probably the only thing that's going to cool it down.  No offense."

   "Your apartment too.  Be yourself, I will."

   "If I was myself you would run off like lightning."

   "Why you say that?  Thought you weren't a pervert."

   "I suppose I'll have my moments.  Can you blame me when you look that
good?"

   "Nope!  I turn myself on." She snickers.  "I'm going to go finish
unpacking until the food gets here." She starts to turn away then halts in
step.  Turning back she reaches into her cleavage and removes a folded up
check from her black bra.  "Before I forget, here's rent."

   "Perfect.  Thanks Dove.  Oh!" He turns to his dresser and picks up her
apartment key, "Might need this tomorrow in case I'm out job hunting."

   "Awesome." She accepts it, "Hanging up my clothes now.  I just realized
you don't have a washer and dryer."

   "Every floor has a set.  Six doors down by the pop machine."

   "More money." She grumbles.  "Saves on our water bill I guess."

   "It all evens out.  Let's just make the best of it.  I'll do whatever I
can to help you out, you do the same.  Deal?"

   "That depends on what you want help with." She chuckles with a squinted
eye, using her pinky to point at his erection.

   "Not even remotely what I was getting at.  Stop looking at it, that's
not helping."

   "Yup." She turns and returns to her makeshift bedroom to unpack what few
things she had, mostly clothing, a small lamp without a shade, single
cereal bowl and one set of utensils.  He left her to herself, and went out
into the kitchen.  Zach made a bit of room in his cabinet for her, in doing
so he realized just how much crap he had.

   Ten minutes of alone time he even organized the interior of his fridge
to give her space for whatever she might buy.  Tossing a quart of milk that
was rank he scowled at his own necessity to grocery shop.  "Gonna have to
give blood again just for food." He raised his brows sighing.  Depressed
over the small things he shuffled back toward Heidi's room just as she
stood up with her back to him.  Not suspecting he was there she unbuttoned
her shirt and removed it in favor of changing into something a bit more
comfortable, namely a similar camisole shirt like earlier, only in a
lavender color.  It was the no bra the caught his eye, that and her
beautiful bare back, and shoulders.  Silently stepping back so as not to be
seen, he peeks at her quick change.  He was really hoping she might change
her leggings out too, but he knew she would be leaving later and presumed
that luck would fall on another day.  He was struggling hard to be less
pervy but his dick just wouldn't have it.  Dove was just too perfect.  He
meant Heidi.  The fantasy was going to hit home more often than not.

   As if sensing him she turns sideways looking at her opened doorway. 
With him not in sight she grabbed her cereal bowl and utensils and headed
out into the hall.  Predicting her exit Zach had gone quickly to the living
room and was looking through what few DVD's he had for something to watch.
A swift notice of three pornos in the batch made him snatch them out and
hide them behind his back as she shuffled through.

   "Hiding the good stuff?" She smirked moving past him going to the
kitchen.

   "Yeah, bachelor life.  I didn't really plan on a roommate so soon. 
Tidying up your room took top priority.  Forgot all about the silly things,
like pornos." He confessed drawing them out from behind his back.  "I did
make space up in the cabinet for a few things."

   "Only a bowl, fork, and spoon.  I live light.  You can leave the girls
out I don't care.  This is your place more than mine considering.  I like
porn just like you do."

   "Nice!" He nodded with a pucker.

   "I actually considered going into that stuff if money got tight, like my
ass." She pats her butt laughing.

   "Really?"

   "Not!  Well, never know I guess.  Flaunt it when you got it right?"

   "NOT HELPING." He growls loudly.

   "You really should go do something about that Tom." She shakes her head,
raising her arms to the cabinet above to put her bowl away.  She just left
her silver with it.  In her stretch he caught a glimpse of nipple hard on.
Fucking perfect nips.

   "Food should be here anytime.  Duk Fu is pretty fast."

   "Duk Fu?" She laughs, "Is that a racist comment?"

   "No.  That's the guys name.  I eat a lot of Chinese so we know each
other by name.  Really good dude."

   "I'll take your word on that.  Can I steal some sink space for my
toothbrush and stuff?"

   "All yours.  Just nudge my things aside.  Not much space on the sink so
not a whole lot of room."

   "I'll manage.  I can keep my deodorant and feminine things in my room.
I'm sure you don't wanna look at a box of tampons."

   "I was married, so I'm used to things being mixed together.  You can put
them under the sink.  No reason to clutter your bedroom."

   "Not much in there anyways."

   "Cute top." He points at her nervously.

   "You noticed."

   "Hard not to." He winks.

   "Yeah, the girls get pretty stiff when I don't wear a bra." She looks
down at herself while leaning her palms on the kitchen counter.

   "Man, this is tougher than I realized." He looks away.

   "Calm it down Codger Tom." She shakes her head, "Look all you want just
remind yourself that we're only roommates."

   "Never thought otherwise about that.  You have no idea how grateful I am
just to have you here.  I really didn't want to move."

   "I hear that.  This is my first move on my own.  Mom just couldn't
afford anything bigger than her one bedroom.  Bad enough Kayla hogs her
couch."

   "Why didn't you and Kayla get a place together?  For that matter why is
your stepsister living with your real mom, instead of you?"

   "Needed room to grow I guess.  Kayla's not ready to be on her own.  I
am."

   "So you move in with a guy old enough to be your Dad."

   "Never knew my real Dad." He knew that from Kayla, "Maybe I have Daddy
issues." She sticks her tongue out at him.  "Think you better hide that
before Fuk Du shows up?  He might think you've missed him."

   "Duk Fu." He chuckled.  "That's why you're answering the door this
time."

   "Ohhhhh!  My hard ons are better adverteasing that yours?"

   "Less disturbing to a guy though."

   "Ah!  So Duk can go back to his restaurant with his own feathers
ruffled."

   "That's on him.  I'll go grab my cash." He heads to his room for his
wallet.  In passing they meet in the hallway and brush up against one
another.  She sighs and goes into her room, returning shortly with her
hygiene products.  Arranging the bathroom basin to accommodate her things
she took time to pee.  The door was left open so Zach thought little of it
until he barged in to see her sitting, her leggings to her knees.  Her soft
hips visible he stares for ten seconds then turns away, "Sorry, Dove, you
really should have shut the door."

   "Probably.  With one bathroom to share I just figured..."

   "NOT HELPING!!" He yelled from the hallway.  She merely grinned and
wiped.  Pulling her leggings up she washed her hands and rejoined him in
the living room.

   "Why so red in the face Ace?"

   "I wonder." He shakes his head, plopping down on the sofa and settling
back into a stretch.  That tent was massive enough to make him just as
quickly sit forward to mask it.

   "Damn Tom.  Are you going to be this panic stricken every day?"

   "I've known you less than 24 hours Dove, let me get used to you."

   "I'm not annoyed by it.  Be yourself." She hesitates, "Well, within
reason."

   "Coming from Miss I parade around in bra and panties or less."

   "I lived with my Mom and stepsister.  Not a guy." She laughed, "Even I
need to get used to things."

   "Let's just agree to be ourselves and get past the nerves of...Fuck it."
He sits back proudly and lets the flag pole wag beneath his sweats.  "Gotta
start somewhere so I'm just not going to hide the ride."

   "Hide the ride?  Yeah, now I'm moving out." She acts edgy.

   "What?  I didn't mean..."

   Laughing hysterically she points, "Calm the BP.  NOT DP." She masks her
teeth with a hand giggling, "I'm only joking." Saved by the bell, a knock
at the door freezes her laughter.  He quickly lifts the cash up for her to
claim.  With a deep breath Heidi opens the door to see a lank Chinese man
with glasses, in his late 20's.  Seeing her caught him off guard and he
rechecks the address on the door before grinning.

   "Duk Fu, right?" She bubbles up.

   "Yes."

   "Hiya Duk." Zach leans over the arm of his couch waving.

   "Mister Zach." He waves back handing Heidi the bag of food.  She in turn
passes off the cash and wiggles away leaving the door open, in favor of
placing the bag on the coffee table.  Even Duk watched her cute ass,
blushing as he looks swiftly at Zach for confirmation.  A thumbs up shared
between them gave Duk the giggles.  Shying away Duk looked at the money,
then actually shut their door for them.

   "Thanks Buddy." Zach replied just as the door latched.

   "Food smells delicious." She opens the bag waving the scent at her
nostrils.  "They gave us chopsticks."

   "Only way to compliment the Chef."

   "I've never used chopsticks."

   "Tonight you live a little."

   "Sounds like a plan Tom." She drags out each container and places them
on the coffee table then places the bag on the floor.  Moving around the
table she sits down next to Zach and lets him reach out to sort the food.
She opens their chopsticks in readiness.  Attempting to figure out how to
hold the wooden utensils she masters it enough to goof off.  Using them as
if snapping at him like a rabid dog she barks like a Pomeranian on
steroids. It was too funny.

   "Down girl." He chuckles opening the Lo Mein, then the remaining
containers.  "Dig in Fido."

   "So I'm a dog now?"

   "If the tail wags." He winks, "I've got 2 beers left.  Want one?"

   "Uhhh?  Underage Mister Bad Influence."

   "Right!  Didn't think."

   "As if that matters.  Geez Tom!  Yes, give me a beer."

   "Contributing to a minor, I dunnnnno?" He winces then hops up, erection
bouncing before her eyes.

   "Now who's wagging his tail?" She muses then tries her hand at eating
from a container.  Mishaps led to a napkin wipe three different times,
until finally being smart enough to lift the container under her chin.

   Returning with her beer he opens it before passing it down.  Claiming it
he stands over her prepping for a toast.  "To my savior.  Here's to good
friends."

   "Tonight is kinda special." She chuckles, "Heard that somewhere." She
clinks their bottles then takes a drink, wrinkling her nose at the first
sip.

   "Not a big drinker are you?"

   "Not so much.  More into Daiquiris.  My Mom's the lush of the family. 
She's even gone to rehab.  AA stuff."

   "That's a shame.  She better now?"

   "Yeah, she hit the hard stuff for awhile when I was younger.  My stepdad
didn't help much.  Thankfully she dumped him to get her life on track."

   "Good." He takes his seat next to her again, "So tell me more about
Heidi Dove Baker."

   "Like what?"

   "Anything you care to relate."

   "Not much to tell." She nibbles on broccoli.

   "Boyfriend?"

   "Not really.  Like I said earlier, I date a few people just for
something to do.  I mean I get asked out a lot but I'm picky I guess. 
You?"

   "Hand full of dates since my divorce three years ago.  Guess I'm picky
like you are.  Go through the crap Shea put me through makes a guy think
more clearly."

   "Other men?"

   "Ohhh yeah.  She loved her rendezvouses.  Might not have been so bad if
she had included me." He laughs, "Openminded here but, when its all hidden
not so much fun."

   "You're into other guys?" She grimaces.

   "NO!" He jumps at her judgment, "She was bi.  I mean when she was with
another woman.  I could have even handled the other guy as long as he kept
his distance from me."

   "All new to me.  Never tried things like that."

   "Virgin?"

   "Noooooooo!" She scowls with a raised brow, "I meant the threesome
thing. Not even the girl on girl.  Why are we talking about sex?"

   "Sorry.  You're right, not cool on our first day knowing each other."

   "Yeah, especially with you dealing with the coat hanger."

   "Not going down easy is it."

   "Better grab those ice cube trays and pack that thing." She giggles and
loses another noodle.  "Dang it!  You make using the sticks look easy."

   "Practice.  My ex was Korean.  Shea was short for YuShea."

   "Wow!"

   "Yeah!" He holds a single noodle of Lo Mein in the air before smirking,
"Holding this makes me remember our first movie together.  Crazy I know,
but it was Lady and the Tramp.  Her favorite Disney flick."

   "I liked that one too.  You guys do the shared noodle thing?" She
snickers.

   "Not once.  Always wanted to though.  Stupid, huh?"

   "Not even." She turns sideways on her knee, "Let's do it."

   "What?" He loses color in his cheeks, then looks down at his erection.

   "Not sex you bozo." She snaps her chopsticks at him, "Up here.  I'm
talking the noodle kiss."

   "You want to kiss me?"

   "Noooo!  Forget it Tom."

   "I'm not sure what you're getting at then."

   "It must take talent to hold a noodle between two people without
breaking it as it's sucked in.  Just trying to lighten up our night.  No
Biggy Tom.  I'm over it."

   "We can try it."

   "Don't you dare kiss me when it gets close."

   "I was gonna say the same to you Lady."

   "At least you didn't call me Tramp.  No, I don't have a tramp stamp."
She laughs.

   "No tattoos?"

   "One, but don't ask I'm not telling."

   "Why not?"

   "It's...personal." She flares her eyes blushing.

   "Oh come on!" He rolls his eyes, "Now I gotta know."

   "Nope!  Nyet!  Nada!"

   "Alright!  How about this?  We do the noodle stunt, whomever loses their
end first accepts a challenge?"

   "You're going to challenge me to show you my tat."

   "Probably.  You know I am." He laughs.

   "Well, I'm not challenging you to show me that Big Tent Revival going on
in your sweats."

   "Your decision what you challenge me to do.  Wasn't even going there
Dovey."

   "Uh huh!  Dovey?  No Lovey Dovey crap neither Tomcat.  Wail in your
bedroom on your own time." She busts up laughing.

   "We can just skip the noodle." He frowns.

   "Nope!  You started this.  Challenge accepted."

   "Even if I challenge you to show me your tat?"

   She shares a stern grimace with him, "I guess."

   "Not too late to cancel your rent check." He grins, "It's not in my bank
account yet."

   "Don't tempt me." She breaks into a smile.  "Noodle up Tomcat."

   "Alright, get those lips ready." He uses his chopsticks to pluck up a
single noodle and puts one end into his mouth carefully.  From there he
slowly lifted the rest of it as she followed him until she could lower her
tongue under it and ever so gently press her lips around it.  So far so
good.  Sticks aside he uses his free hand to count to three before both
begin sucking their ends of the noodle.  Eyes flaring at their best attempt
Heidi sucked too hard and it collapsed from her lips.

   "SHOOT!  I was doing so good."

   Sucking the remainder into his mouth he chuckled, "Best two out of
three?"

   "Do it!" She fans her fingers nervously anticipating his next raised
noodle.  Lips pressed into puckers the countdown led to his breaking it
this time.

   "Well hell." He shook his head as she clenches a fist in triumph.

   "Get ready to be challenged Trampcat."

   "You be ready Lovey Dovey."

   "Grrrrr!  Do it!"

   Last noodle attempt led to a draw as both of them bit too hard and the
leftover noodle fell to Zach's lap.  A two inch section dropped directly
over the head of his erection and dangled.  Heidi dropped her jaw laughing
at his predicament.

   "Why are you laughing?  Your end slipped before mine did."

   "Awwww maaaan!  You're right.  Hit me." She held her breath as he
pondered his challenge.  It would be too obvious to just tell her to show
him her tattoo.  He wanted to see just how bold she might go.

   "Eat the noodle."

   "Hand it here."

   "Nope!  From it's landing spot."

   "WHAT??????" She turned beet red and posed with her jaw open.  "No way."
Still her eyes monitored the noodle curled up on his tent.  The easiest
part to nibble at was directly over his urethra if it were visible.  "I
can't believe I'm even considering this." She again fans her fingers
nervously.

   "You don't have to." He felt badly just that fast.

   "No!  I lost fair and square.  Just let me compose myself.  Don't you
get the wrong idea here." She points with a wince.  "Dammit Man!  Even the
dangling part is barely attainable." She leans forward trying to decide how
best to beat the noodle and not actually touch his dick.  It was nigh
impossible.  Whining she gets up from her seat and scoots his coffee table
aside to give her room.  Moving between his legs she peers over her brow at
him, "Stop fantasizing Old Man."

   "He is getting bigger isn't he?"

   "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  Stop that." Laughing at his goading he wasn't far
off from the truth.  His cock did twitch a few times.  Her eyes noticed it
tensing and she scowled, "I said stop that."

   "Mind of its own Dove."

   Pointing at his dick she told it, "Stop thinking." Tongue hoping to
reach under the noodle without contact to his sweats, it took her three
attempts to even find the noodle strand.  Plucking it up not so easy.  In
her latest attempt she got too close and accidently touched her tongue
directly on his erection.  With a gross expression she withdrew a few
inches and grumbled under her breath.  She was certainly determined to
succeed.  Feeling her tongue made Zach huff and form a whistling pucker
that refused to whistle.  He didn't want her giving up.

   "I can do this." She giggles, "Don't judge me."

   "I got faith in you."

   "Only thing you will ever..." She bites her tongue before saying
something that would get him thinking more on the sexual appetite side she
was avoiding.

   "Going in again.  Don't move." Her face tilts sideways as her tongue
carefully tries to snag the noodle tip.  Another contact to his sweats
leaves a wet stain on his grey material.  He wasn't sure if it was her
saliva or his precum.  Spitting at the taste of fabric she tensed her
fists, "It would help if I could see the noodle when I go after it."

   "Giving up?"

   "NOOOOO!  Enjoy this while you can Gramps."

   "Gramps?  I'm not that old." He laughs at her pout, "Since when did this
become Lady and the Gramps?"

   "Ha Ha!  Hold still."

   "That's what I've been doing.  Quit teasing me."

   "I'm not...GRRRRRRRR!" With temper flaring she just goes for it.  Tongue
fully licking the tip of his covered cock until she could lift the noodle
with success in sucking the noodle up through her lips until gone.  That of
course took three tries.  Zach nearly shot his load at her persistence.

   "Daaamn!  That was unexpected."

   "Got any mouthwash?" He merely hands her his beer.  She takes a hefty
swig and gargles.  He had to chuckle and admire the wet stains all around
the crown of his dick.

   "I will never ever forget that challenge." He laughs as she stands up
finishing his beer to get the taste of sweatpants off her tongue.  Sitting
his bottle down she grabs her own then hands it to him as a replacement.

   "I'm scarred for life thanks to you."

   "I didn't force you to go that far."

   "I got the job done.  Closest thing to a blowjob you'll ever get from
me." She giggles and curls up on the couch again.  Noticing something that
caught her eye she immediately hops back up stretching over toward the
moved coffee table, "Fortune Cookies."

   "Oh yeah!  Forgot the cookie monsters."

   Tossing him one first, she tears the plastic of her own treat between
her teeth, plucking her cookie out and breaking it in half.  "Eat it first
or the fortune won't come true." She chews hers as he opens his and joins
her.  After she polishes both halves off she reads her fortune wincing at
it.

   "Need glasses?"

   "Nooooo!  20/20 vision thank you."

   "What's yours say?"

   "Two hands are better than none."

   "That's morbid." He chuckles.

   "Should have been your fortune Mister Monster." She points a pinky at
his cock.  "You're gonna need two hands."

   "One is sufficient.  Two if I..."

   "LA LA LA LA!  TMI!!"

   "Sorry.  Hey!  You started the trash talk Feathers."

   "Feathers?" She giggled, "Oh my God, Tom!  How many nicknames are we
going to have for each other?"

   "All in good fun Heidi."

   "I know.  It is cute.  All good Catnip."

   "Hey now!  You tasted my catnip." He laughed.

   "Don't remind me." She grimaces then steals his beer to gargle a second
time.  Wagging her tongue with a gross expression she points his direction,
"Read yours."

   Opening his fortune he nods, "Man running through Airport turnstile
going to Bangkok."

   "It doesn't really say that does it?"

   "No!  It's an old Confucius joke I read once.  Bang Cock?  He points at
his tent.

   "Ohhhhh shit!" She busts up laughing.  "That's fucking hilarious."

   "Man who stand on toilet is high on pot." He adds another proverb.  She
couldn't stop laughing.  "Woman who stands on toilet has crack up." She
didn't get that one.  ""Passionate kiss like spider's web, soon lead to
undoing of fly."

   "Oh my God!  Stop before I pee.  What's yours really say?"

   Looking at it again for real this time he pauses, "Life is short.  Take
time to smell the flowers." A shrug later he adds, "Nothing to be
superstitious over in that one."

   Her jaw drops and she shivers, "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

   "Meaning what?" He poised an eye brow high.

   "Nothing." She turns away shyly.

   "Don't leave me hanging here.  What's that all about?"

   "FINE!" She pats her heart nervously, "I believe in fortune tellers. 
That one hit close to home is all."

   "Annnnd?" He reacts with inquiry.

   "I'll show you my tattoo so you might see my point.  Just...don't...well
smell it." She sighs trying not to laugh.  Standing up in front of him she
lifts her shirt past her belly button and uses her mouth to hold the length
of it, in order for it not to hide her body.  With her mouth full she
mumbles, "Ready?"

   "As I'll ever be." He studies her flat milky tummy with the most amazing
sunken button.  Nervously she uses both hands to roll the waistband of her
leggings down into her pubic area.  Suddenly a cute but tiny sunflower
appears rising out of her thin strip of fur, very near her clit.  She
whimpered faintly at exposing it.

   "Wow!  That's...beautiful.  Now I really do wanna smell it." He grins
with a wink.

   "Ugh!" She rolls her eyes, "Get it over with."

   "Seriously?" He looked with shock.  Closing her eyes she awaited him to
do just that.  Shrugging at the option given he ran with it and teased her
lower belly with the tip of his nose and inhaled, he then exhaled warmly
over the flower.  That was it.  Heidi released her teeth and the shirt fell
back into place.  She steps back quickly and continued blushing.  "You okay
there?"

   "I'll live...a lil." She giggled huffing.  "Felt a bit tingly there.  We
have to chill out on this crap."

   "I agree.  Not helping me one damned bit."

   "Do something about that damned thing already." She sat back down
fanning herself.

   "Want me to go to my room?"

   "You...don't have to, just don't...don't show it.  Maybe just stroke it
with your hand under your sweats.  I'll turn the other way."

   "I can try, sweats aren't loose though.  Can I take my shirt off to be
more relaxed?"

   "Oh my God!  You ask a lot." She waves a hand allowing it.  In response
he lifts his Seahawk tee up over his head and throws it at her.  She growls
and removes it from her shoulder.  "Hurry it up."

   "You don't have to sit here.  You can just as easily go to your room."
He laughs.

   "Y'know what?  I'm going to miss my bus anyway I'm just going to stay
the night...in my own room." She sneers pointing at him as his fingers
slither under his waistband and encircle his cock.  She tries to look away
but finds curiosity drawing glances.  He knew it.  Zach Pedigo watched her
every reaction.  It was priceless.

   "So who did your tattoo that close to the Garden of Eden?" He jerked
slowly trying to keep her from getting too uncomfortable.

   "Promise not to think badly of me?" She turns her gaze to look toward
the TV.

   "As long as you don't think badly of my doing what you suggested I do."

   "I'm good.  You needed to deal with that.  If we're going to be
roommates I suppose we need to get used to one another's habits."

   "I agree."

   "My stepdad is a tattooist.  He has his own parlor.  I was stupid enough
to let him get my pants off.  Not sexually, just for the tattoo.  I wanted
something crazy and we decided on that."

   "No offense, but I bet he got as hard as I am right now."

   "Shut up." She laughs, "Yeah, he did.  He's been wanting to pierce my
clit too."

   "No shit?"

   "Yeah, but that's a bit much letting him get that close." She was fire
red.

   "I can picture it that's good enough for me."

   "Great!  Now you're picturing me naked."

   "Truth?  I stripped you nude in my mind when you first showed up at my
front door."

   "I figured as much.  Hurry up already."

   "I told you it's not easy when the sweats are tight."

   "Who wears tight sweats?"

   "I work out Heidi.  Old sweats don't shrink to accommodate new muscle."

   "Dammit!  Pull them down." She totally turns her back to him this time.
Smirking devilishly he just took the sweats completely off and tossed them
over her head.  She busted up laughing and ripped them from her scalp. 
"Fuck you Tom." She poises a finger over her shoulder flipping him off,
"Not an offer."

   "Now I've got room to work."

   "I can't believe I'm letting you do this."

   "Me neither.  Thanks though." His rhythm was stepping up, knuckles
racing to get the job done.  "Fuck this feels good."

   "You don't have to vocalize it." She laughs.

   "My side of the apartment.  My rules." He chuckled, "It's nice and
purple right now." He tormented her.  "So earlier today...?"

   "What about it?"

   "You mentioned having bad habits.  Sleepwalking and all."

   "Yeah!  I never know when that shit happens.  Everyone has caught me at
one time or another.  Mom found me in the kitchen holding the refrigerator
door open at 4 A.M.  Kayla came home from a date last year and found me in
my bra and panties in the hallway.  Luckily nobody in the complex caught
me. When I was younger...not saying my age I...better quit while I'm
ahead."

   "Tell me." He moaned a bit, she could hear how gruff his hand was being.

   "Mom was at work.  Kayla and Pete were asleep.  Pete's my stepdad.  He
woke up to go to the restroom and found me naked in his bedroom at the foot
of his bed.  Just standing there all stalker crazy like.  I didn't know
what I was doing at all.  He took me back to my own bed."

   "Sure he didn't paw you up before that?"

   "I hope not." She sighed.  "Getting close Tom?"

   "Feeling the build up.  Gonna be noisy when I unload."

   "I'm loud too.  Don't panic if you get woke up from hearing me scream."

   "Looking forward to it."

   "SHUT UP!" She shook her head laughing, holding her palms over her face.

   "You mind passing me some of those napkins on the coffee table?  Gonna
be really messy."

   Hesitantly, she lowers her hands and eyes the coffee table with her
peripheral vision.  Standing up she backed toward the table, brushing up
against his leg.  She shivered at the proximity but found the napkins and
reached behind her to hand them to him.

   "Thanks." He breaths heavily, huffing and groaning a bit.  She sat down
again but this time closed her eyes and faced him.  Not once did she peek.
Feeling mischievous she blindly reached out and rubbed his leg.  Her touch
made him crease a brow.

   "Don't read into it Tom.  Just offering inspiration."

   "Little more to your right." He laughed and moaned at the same time. 
She actually moved a bit higher up his thigh just for the hell of it.  The
vibrations over his flesh made her tremble.  "Little more."

   "Come on Tom.  I'm not going any further than this." She slips her
knuckles inwardly on his thigh slightly until she feels his balls crush
over her fingers.  "SHIT!" She squeezes her eyes even tighter and doesn't
move.  "Not what I had planned Tom."

   He pants heavily and she feels his strength increasing, rapid thrusts of
his fist pumping up and down gave her goosebumps.  Each time his hand came
crashing down his ball sack tightened over two fingers.  She bit her lip at
the sensations.

   "So close." He mumbles as she couldn't handle it any further, removing
her hand she again turns her back to him just as he nuts really hard, cum
shooting high, falling over his lap and her hand.  Deafening grunts made
her tense up.  Without a word Heidi Baker stands up and shuffles away to
her bedroom, he did notice she didn't wipe her hand off.  Zach finishes his
guttural exhaustion then calls out, "Heidi?"

   "Goodnight Tom."

   "Are you okay?"

   "I will be." He hears her soft reply.

   Cleaning himself off with the napkins he stands to stretch, then
retrieve his sweatpants.  Pulling them on he discards his napkins in the
trash and washes his hands at the kitchen sink.  Worried, he lingers just
long enough to put their leftover Chinese food in the fridge.  From there
he steps into the hallway, realizing her bedroom door was wide open, but
her room was smothered in pitch black darkness.

   "Did I upset you?  If so, I'm really sorry." He stands in her doorway,
barely visible to her in the living room light that was still on.

   "No." She sobs making his heart sink, "What's wrong then?"

   Silence for two minutes led him to shut the living room light out and
head to his room in the darkness.  At his door something stops him, and he
listens intently.  Buzzing noises brightened his eyes.  She was using her
vibrator.  It was obvious that he had turned her on enough to isolate
herself and take care of her own needs.  Still, her door was wide open. 
Was that a hint?  Surely not.

   "Night Heidi." He called out.

   "Tom?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Stand guard at my door.  New place and all."

   "Afraid of that cookie monster?"

   "Yes." Light moans follow her affirmation.

   "I'll be right here until you fall asleep."

   "Promise?"

   "No more lies."

   "Tom?"

   "Still here."

   "I'm...glad you lied to me."

   "To get you to move in?"

   "Yes." More moans.

   "Not too late to hit up ole' Herman?"

   "Noooooooooo!" She squeals a bit.

   "Maybe he's the cookie monster."

   "Save me."

   "Pussy feeling good?"

   "God yes."

   "Need that flower watered?"

   "Nooooooooo!" She lets out a laugh.

   "Why didn't you close your bedroom door?"

   "Establishing a trust."

   "Barrier is this threshold."

   "Thanks Old Man."

   "An old guy that got you worked up." He chuckled.

   "Tom?"

   "Again, still here."

   "Can I totally trust you?"

   "Depends on what we're talking about."

   "I want us to be really good friends...without...going too far."

   "As in all the way?"

   "Right."

   "Just...really close?"

   "Maybe.  Can we agree not to take things all the way?"

   He puffs his cheeks imagining just that, going all the way with this
cute little blond bombshell.  Taking time to think about this she moans
even harder.  Light squeals escape her throat.  The more he ignored giving
her an answer the more she moaned.  What was this about?

   "Can we agree Tom?"

   "Still thinking."

   "TOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!" She stretches out her whimpering.

   "Taking my sweats back off."

   "Why?" She pauses.

   "Standing guard with my dick in my hand."

   She wiggles all over her bedding as her toy destroys her G-spot.  In
seconds she squirts all around her vibrator before crying out, "Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes."

   "Heidi?"

   "Yeah?" She pants

   "You make my dick really hard."

   "Already knew that."

   "You want nothing but honesty out of me right?"

   "Yes.  Lies only make things difficult on everyone."

   "My dick will always be hard as long as you live here."

   "Your home too.  I can't stop that."

   "Sooner or later you're going to see me jack off, looking right at it."

   She goes quiet as her buzzing stops.  As if resorting to his earlier
thoughts she remains quiet, listening to him groan under his breath. 
Finally she opens back up.

   "I guess you really are a perv."

   "Want that check back?"

   "No."

   "Can you accept watching me jack off?"

   "Can my sister watch?" She laughs.

   "Absolutely."

   "Can we reach that goal slowly?  I'm open, but not on our first day.  It
was close enough as it was.  You...shot jizz on my hand."

   "I'm fine by that.  The slow part, sorry I shot you.  Just informing you
I don't want to hide it."

   "As long as that's as far as you go."

   "I can deal with that.  It's...been awhile since...well, anything." Not
totally true.

   "Can you live with seeing me in my undies every day?"

   "Do you really need to ask that?" He chuckles yet again, this time
rolling his eyes.  "Truth?"

   "Yep."

   "Go naked."

   "Once I fully trust you I can."

   "Test me."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Test my trustworthiness."

   "Now?"

   "Yeah."

   "Ummm!  Okay.  Take three steps into my room."

   He takes his three strides forward into the unknown.  He had a rough
recollection of where her bedding was laid out.  If she was on it then he
was less than three feet from her.  "I'm in."

   "So are my fingers." She sighed, "Let's masturbate together in the dark.
I trust you not to go further than you are right now."

   "Fair enough."

   "FAR ENOUGH." She laughed.

   "That too.  I liked your tongue on my cock earlier."

   "Your sweats, not your cock."

   "Might as well have been.  I felt your tongue."

   "I felt your fucking cock too.  Shut up Old Man."

   "Honesty out of you too, right?"

   "Always."

   "You had fun doing that didn't you?"

   "Chasing the noodle?  Yeeeeeaaaaaaah!  Can you just zip it and moan with
me?"

   "Might shoot cum on you." He grins.

   "You did that earlier.  Try not to."

   "Are you under your blanket?"

   "Nope.  Right on top."

   "Nude?"

   "Totally."

   "Dammmmmn!  How close to me are you?"

   She extends her left foot and rubs her toes over his shin.  "That close
I guess."

   "Ohhhh fuck!  That just sent the blood to my crown."

   "Cum for me Tom."

   "Cum for me Dove."

   It became a duel of moans, he hearing squishy noises of a really wet
pussy, she thriving on his grunts and verbal caresses.  Minutes pass before
Heidi squirts a second round and begins convulsing on her sheet.  As she
let her hands roam her body in ecstasy, Zach detonates a massive round of
jizz, firing blindly.

   "SHIT!" She exhales, "You got me."

   "More to cum gorgeous." He hits another cylinder of liquid heat. 
Droplets pelting her chest in the darkness.

   "STOOOOOOP!" She laughs, "That's soooo wrong.  Go to bed."

   "Fuck that was amazing."

   "I have to work in the morning.  Setting my cell alarm, but if I don't
get up by 7:00 wake me up.  I'm going to be dressed so don't get any
ideas."

   "I meant what I said.  You can trust me, but I might walk naked in front
of you."

   "Can I sleep now?"

   "Sure.  Night Dove."

   "Night Grampa."

   Shaking his head Zach Pedigo went to his bedroom, but like her left his
door open.  Maybe she might sleepwalk into his room and climb in bed with
him, he thought hopefully.  As he settled into bed fondling himself still,
he heard that annoying buzz again.

   "Looks like she's as turned on by me, as I am of her.  She's going to
come around to me, I just know it.  I'll be patient."

   One last round of shrill whines Heidi Baker falls silent, as does her
vibrator.  Exhausted she had forgotten that she was still wearing Zach's
cum.  Truth be known, Heidi Baker loved cum on her flesh.  A fetish for
another time.  Yep!  She didn't lie.  Snored like a freight train on uneven
tracks.

   "I'll show her Old Man."

   Fantasy worn off for one night, Zach joined her in slumber.  From his
room, not hers.

   Amtrak trains passing one another in the night.



   Be My Guest Ch.  02: paRENTAL advisory

   Wake up Zach.

   Fluttering eyelids inform Zach Pedigo of an early morning.  His skylight
filtering in daylight was a pretty good clue, yet not the only one. 
Hearing the sounds of running water assisted him in the comprehension that
he was not alone in his once referred to bachelor pad.  Not being
accustomed to having roommates, he swallowed hard at the future.  It was
going to take some getting used to for certain.  Not just any roommate
either, this roomie was drop dead gorgeous in a Goddess quality.  Youthful
at that, being a good 16 years younger than he was.  Hell, he lost his own
virginity at that age.  He still didn't know how to react to her sudden
appearance at his time of need.  Pure luck?  Guardian Angel?  He had no
idea, all he did know was that she just kept the roof over his head awhile
longer.  At least another month.

   "Fuck I have to find a job." He stared at the ceiling, "After last night
I don't want to lose Heidi.  I can't believe what we did, without even
having sex.  All I know is I want to hang on to this girl as long as I can.
Even if it is just as nothing but a roommate.  She's fun.  Makes me feel
young again." Picturing himself in her room last night, standing over her
nude as she masturbated in the dark was insane.  Who does that after only
knowing someone less than 24 hours?  She let him get away with more than
any other girl might have in this situation.  Zach was suave in his own
right and girls weren't really an issue for him.  His past divorce had just
set him in a suspended animation mode for awhile.  Last nights events
brought him out of his shell.  Going forward he knew things were going to
get crazier.  For a guy saying he wasn't a pervert, he was right on track.
Past motivations before he got married Zach had his moments of boldness. 
Maybe it was time to bring back his old self, the darker, more in control
Zach Pedigo.  Maybe, just maybe.  That little incident over Heidi Baker in
her bedroom certainly sent him down memory lane.  Food for thought, for now
he needed to regain her trust, for starters no more lies.  With the strain
of him lying to her, just to get her to rent his spare room instead of the
one she originally came out here to look at he felt badly.  Mistaken
apartments worked to his advantage.  If he hadn't fessed up she might have
moved on and let him suffer.  Luckily she seemed to have faith in him.  He
didn't want to ever lie to the girl again, not intentionally at least.

   The shower continuing to storm his hearing he realized something.  "I
need to piss like a Russian race horse." Crawling from his bed still nude
from the night before Zach headed for his opened door.  Then, it dawned on
him a tough scenario, "One bathroom.  I can't just barge in there and..."
He dances in step trying to fathom options, there were none.  "I can't hold
it much longer.  FUCK!"

   He looks around for his discarded sweatpants and starts to put them on,
a pause to look at his dick he changes his mind.  "I'm not getting dressed.
She told me she goes nude sometimes, so why can't I?" Tossing the sweats
aside he heads out of his room full swing, and stands in front of the
restroom door.  Gritting his teeth he dared to see if she had locked it. 
The knob turned.  "Awful trusting of her considering." He decides to seal
the door and at least approach this with respect, by knocking.

   Inside the shower Heidi Baker was glossy wet and sudsy.  Having slept
without cleaning off his jizz she dared to use his bar of soap to cleanse
her body of his dried leftovers.  She was still emotional over letting him
even do what he did.  Her hormonal state last night was off the charts.  A
strange man jerking off behind her on the sofa sent her to her bedroom to
play on her own.  Still, she took chances.  He at least didn't rape her. 
Any other man might have.  Of course, she couldn't blame him if he had, she
did masturbate with her bedroom door opened wide.  A surefire invitation to
trouble.  Heidi had always been a risk taker.  That would never change.  In
her mind it made for a better orgasm.  Of course, having a cum fetish that
he wasn't quite aware of yet she relished in the moment.  Hearing the knock
she reacts with flaring eyes and freezes within her thoughts on last night.

   "Yeah?"

   "Hate to ask, but I really need to take a piss.  Can you cover up and
let me in long enough to urinate?  Sorry to invade your space."

   "Look away.  It's open.  I mean look the other way." She giggled.

   "You sure?"

   "Promise not to try and wash my back?" She laughed.

   "Tempting, but I just need to bleed the camel."

   "So, now your nickname is Joe Camel?"

   "If it gets me in front of that porcelain oasis you can call me whatever
you want Dove."

   "Still on the lookalike nicknames, huh?" She thaws out and continues
soaping her body as he enters.  He tries not to look but come on, the girl
was just too sexy not to.  She turns sideways seeing him pass her steamed
up glass door.  He could see her through the fog, she could see him.  Her
eyes bulge as he pats the door on the way by.  She shivered and grinned at
the same time.  Listening to his urination trumpeting into the toilet she
bit her bottom lip.  She had always been told you can tell how big a man's
dick was by the power of his pissing.  He sounded like Hercules.

   While Zach hovered over the toilet he arched his back at the relief he
was feeling.  Not just of an emptying bladder, but of knowing he didn't
have to start packing, and searching for a new residence.  That, and the
fact that Heidi was just being too cool for words.  He was grateful all
around.

   "Which job today?" He makes conversation.

   "Vicki's.  I'm running late."

   "Sleep good?"

   "Like a baby doll.  Let's not talk about last night right now, please?"

   "No problem.  Feeling a tad guilty anyways."

   "I'm not guilty, I'm edgy.  That just stems from barely knowing you
Tom."

   "Zach."

   "I like Tom better."

   "Dove it is.  Unless you don't object to Gorgeous, Beautiful, or
Blondie?"

   "Too soon Tom."

   "Right."

   Hearing his stream trickle down she winces, "Put the seat down Bachelor
Man."

   "Planned on it Potty Princess." That made her laugh.  Then came the
flush and the rush.  Cold water took over the hot making her jump to the
back of the shower stall, and react with a shrill scream.

   "You did that on purpose."

   "Not really, but it sounded fun." He dares to peek at her covering
herself and dancing in the corner of the shower until it warmed back up.

   "Pure evil Tom."

   "Not apologizing." He steps to the sink and washes his hands.  "How late
are you?"

   "What time is it?"

   "Nearing 7:00."

   "Gotta be there by 8:30.  Vicki gets a wedgy if I'm late by five
minutes."

   "There's a real Vicki at Victoria's Secret?"

   "Actually yes.  Vicki is the manager.  Bitchy redhead with a goddess
complex.  Ummm!  Are you watching me shiver?" She winces at his barely
visible image.

   "Sorry.  Just leaning here thinking.  If you need a ride, I planned on
getting dressed and going out job hunting."

   "People still beat down businesses?  Aren't applications all online
these days?"

   "No internet, remember?"

   "Slipped my mind." As her warm water returns she moves back under the
torrent.  Dropping her bar of soap she bends over and accidently presses
her butt cheeks on the glass.  Zach took in her impression and grit his
teeth.  That ass was just plain perfection.

   "You using my soap?"

   "My body wash is still at Mom's.  I hadn't planned on camping out here
until tonight.  Kayla's coming to pick me up from work so I can get the
rest.  This time she's borrowing her Dad's truck.  Gotta text from her
while sleeping, Mom bitched her out for keeping her SUV too long last
night. Possessive bitch."

   "Gonna meet Mom for her approval of me?"

   "Best we avoid that as long as we can.  She won't like the age gap. 
I've always been a rebel."

   "So, you date older men?"

   "Never said that.  Are you going to stare at me showering until I'm
done?"

   "Maybe.  You want that ride?"

   "To work yes.  Not the other kind though." She laughs.

   "Never crossed my mind."

   "There's a lie.  You promised no more lies."

   "Being sarcastic Dove.  You already know I'm fantasizing about you
bouncing up and down on Hardy here."

   "So you adopted Hardy as your dick's name?"

   "Always hard so it made sense."

   "Not calling my twat Cameron.  Even though Came and On are both in the
name." She snickers.  "I've never been on a motorcycle before."

   "Time to lose your virginity then."

   "Lost that ages ago.  My hair will be all messy and wind blown."

   "Helmet."

   "You have two helmet's?"

   "No.  But, I'll sacrifice mine for you."

   "That's nice of you.  Sure, I'll accept the ride to work.  I'm finished
showering now.  Privacy?"

   "Nope.  I'm jumping in after you get out.  Can't go jump hunting
smelling all jizzed up can I?"

   "Guess not.  Turn around until I can wrap myself in my towel."

   "Might as well get over the shyness.  I'm holding your towel for you."

   "Grrrrr!  Too soon Tom."

   "Time's a wasting Dove."

   "I'm sooo gonna regret this." She opens the shower door peeking out as
he held her towel in the air with both hands.  At least he was acting like
a gentleman.  Arm held over her chest she steps out and shuffles toward
him. Claiming the towel she wraps herself.  Shockingly he didn't look her
over too closely.  Once wrapped she felt more at ease.  "Thanks...I think."

   "No problem." He ventures around her allowing her to capture a hard
glance at his tight ass.

   "You weren't wearing underwear?" As if she didn't know.

   "Nope." He faces her from within the shower winking.  She missed the
wink and took in Hardy.  Eyes bulging at finally seeing his cock in full
glory she turned away blushing.

   "Dammit Hardy." She shivers laughing.  "I didn't need to see that Tom."

   "Sure you did.  If we're going to live under the same roof together we
might as well get used to seeing one another." He shuts the door and hits
the hot water while there was still some left.  Fidgeting outside the
shower stall she dries herself off and hangs her towel back up on a hook.
Pondering his comment, it did seem logical considering she had warned him
of her own bad habits.  Of course, those would have been explored at a much
later time once they knew each other better.  This was moving pretty fast
even for her.  Freedom was one thing, sex another.  After their strange
encounter last night and wearing his cum on her chest she felt almost
giddy. It was so like her to go that far with a man, well, one that she was
dating at least.  That was what scared her.  Zach was just too cool, even
if they weren't dating.  It was fun last night, even if it stressed her
that he might get too used to doing that.  Of course, it might go both
ways. There was no denying it, Heidi Baker had her hangups, cum splattering
all over her was only the tip of the iceberg.

   "Tom?  I agree and disagree both." She leans against the sink where he
had prior to their trading places.  "Last night...shouldn't have happened.
I don't even know you yet.  I mean...it was hot in a way, scary too.  I
want to totally trust you, but let's face it, you're not off to a good
start.  Not only did you lie to get me to rent from you, you coaxed me into
letting you jerk off with me in the room.  I'm bold but daaaaamn Tom, this
is getting crazy too fast."

   "So, you're saying to stop being me, and be what you think I should be."
He calls out over the water as he soaps his own body.

   "No.  Be you, just don't be the pervert you.  At least not every second.
I can handle some but too much might scare me off." Not even close, but she
felt it necessary to slow things a bit until she was positive this
occupancy was the right move.  He was old as dirt.  Hot dirt though.

   "You don't seem to be in any hurry to race out of here.  You're still
standing there as naked as me."

   "You're right." She frowns at herself then lowers her gaze to see him
stroking soap over his massive cock.  "Ever measure that thing?"

   "Over eight, not quite nine.  Why?  You wanna break out a yard stick?"

   "No.  Just curious.  I'm a girl, we get curious now and then."

   "I think we just need to be open, speak our mind, enjoy the others
company, and coexist."

   "Without sex.  That's not what I'm after Tom."

   "All good.  I'm still going to jerk off in front of you."

   "I'm fine with that.  I like watching a guy cum."

   "Be honest with me now...you fantasized about me fucking you last night.
Didn't you?"

   "No I didn't.  I just got turned on by what you did.  I wasn't thinking
of more than my vibrator last night."

   "Your vibrator can't cum over your tits."

   "Yeah, about that..." She chuckles, "There's something I should probably
tell you...I...like jizz shot on me.  Major turn on, sends me into
overdrive hormonally.  Now that I've told you...let's not make it a habit.
I just wanted to be honest about myself."

   "You fell asleep wearing me."

   "I was tired." She laughed, "Dammit Tom.  I need to go dry my hair and
get dressed.  I'll meet you in the living room if you're still taking me to
work."

   "Told you I would.  See you in a few."

   With an evil grin she stepped over to the toilet and flushed it.  Just
as he had tortured her, she got even.  Cold water made Zach snarl.  "Fair
trade Tom.  Tell Hardy sorry I shrank him down."

   "Not even close."

   Without warning she steps to the shower glass and presses her tits
against it laughing.  Zach got his first glimpse of small sweet areolas and
perky nipples crushed up nicely on the door.  That helped Hardy...NOT!  Ten
seconds later she left the bathroom and isolated in her bedroom.  Blow
dryer in full force she brushed out her blond locks, smooth and silky. 
Make up applied, perfume alluring, she finally got dressed.  In her
isolation Zach had ended his own shower and moved to his bedroom.  Even
running behind her he was ready to go first.

   Awaiting her in the living room Zach had gotten dressed up in dress blue
jeans, a button down navy blue dress shirt, stylish boots, and a white,
grey, and blue necktie, pinned by an amber studded tie clip.  He smelled
like a man who knew what he wanted.  Dark sunglasses atop his well groomed
hair he stood ready to begin this new adventure.  He had even shaved all
but his goatee stubble, considering letting it grow out in the coming
weeks. Zach knew it made him sexier still.  It wasn't ego, he knew the
reaction women had to it.  At the moment he just wanted to see if his magic
would work on Heidi, and her sister.

   Grabbing his motorcycle helmet from his hall closet he heard Heidi
popping bubblegum on her way from her room, the scent of Bubblicious
unmistakable.  Turning to see her standing behind him he looks her over
from head to toe.  Hair perfect, blue eyes glistening, cleavage
breathtaking, she wore a cream colored mini dress that covered her
shoulders and a small section over her tits in see through lace.  Down the
sides of the dress were two inch wide sections of more lace that went from
her arm pits down to the short hem.

   "Quit drooling Old Man."

   "As long as you wear things like that?  Not gonna happen.  Fuck you look
amazing."

   "Still not having sex with you Codger.  Get your mind and Hardy out of
my gutter."

   "Your job lets you wear things like that?  Those heels are even hot. 
Love the laces going up your calves."

   "Enough cattle rustling, I'm not going to make it on time." She nudges
him forward with palms on his bicep.  It gave her goosebumps once she
realized just how tight his muscles were.  Giving in, Zach jingles his key
ring and they head out the front door, locking up behind them.

   Three doors down they pass someone exiting their apartment, also on
their way to work.  A tall lanky man with a bad case of the sniffles locks
up and follows them out.  Zach just knew that was Herman.  So did Heidi who
tried not to laugh.  Seeing Herman Adler she was really happy that she
chose Zach over him.  Herman spelled gross as he wiped his nose on his
shirt sleeve.  They gave him a head start before tailing him out.

   At the front door stood an old man in his 80's.  Zach grit his teeth
knowing they were going to be stopped.  Lingering back he warned Heidi of
yet another setback.

   "Landlord."

   "He your brother Codger?"

   "Knock it off, he's like 82." He laughed.  "I hear he gets handy with
the girls so watch out he might pinch your ass."

   "Only if he wants to visit the ER."

   "Stay behind me."

   As they get closer the old man waves at Herman and confirms him by name.
Spotting Zach the old man scowled, until he saw Heidi.  Interest made him
lighten up.

   "Morning Walter."

   "Get your notice?"

   "I did.  Listen, can we tear that up?  I have my back rent, I just need
to cash a check.  As soon as I drop off my..." He pauses as Walter smiles
vividly at Heidi.  Wincing a second he realizes she might be his ace in the
hole in keeping the grumpy old man in his pocket.

   "Who's the young lady?  She staying with you?"

   "She is."

   "Unless she's family, she signs a lease."

   Heidi flares her eyes at Zach then takes the lead, extending her hand
toward Walter, "Hi Walter.  I'm his daughter Heidi.  It's nice to meet
you."

   Zach swallowed dryly, then went with it, "She decided to camp out with
me a few months.  I was going to warn you a few days ago but got
sidetracked looking for work."

   "She's a cutie." Walter winks at Heidi then shakes her hand, going so
far as to kiss her knuckle.  Heidi wanted to hurl.

   "Thank you." She chose to remain chipper until they escaped.

   "No lease needed.  Maybe she can keep you from losing your happy home."

   "That's the plan Walt.  I'll stop by with the money later.  We both have
job interviews.  Wish us luck."

   "I'm all about getting lucky." He wiggles his brows at Heidi.  She
merely wagged an index finger at him to behave.

   "Running late Pop." She hurried Zach out the front entrance way.  Once
out of sight she gags, "Now my hand smells like Denture Grip."

   "Quick thinking Dove."

   "Shut up Dad."

   "Kind of funny."

   "Yeah?  Don't start thinking I'm going to call you Daddy like some
chipper airhead."

   "If the easy bake oven works Miss Baker."

   "Fuck you Tom."

   "God I hope so." He chuckled.

   "OH MY GOD!  I knew I should have went with Herman Munster."

   He bit his lip on that reply and marched them out to the parking area.
Hopping on his Harley he fires it up and revs it just a bit.  He could tell
Heidi was nervous.  Passing her the helmet, she firsts adjusts her purse
over her head so that she didn't lose it.  Putting the helmet on she looked
around through the tinted visor, "My hair is going to be crushed and
sweaty."

   "Better than the alternative.  That dress is going to rise up the second
you straddle the seat."

   "Then, keep your eyes on the road Codger, not my G-string." She throws
her right leg over the seat and settles in behind him.

   "Arms around my waist.  Keep your legs away from the tailpipe."

   "Easy for you to say." She scoots closer and surrounds his abs with both
palms caressing them, chiseled as they were she shivered at their steel
hard texture, even through his shirt.  Her tits mashing against his back
was just plain heavenly, a fair trade of hard and soft to spark their
imaginations.

   "Tighter." He advises.  Suddenly, she lifts her legs and wrapped them
around his hips.  Her heels lingering over his boy Hardy.  He had to laugh.
"You really riding like that?"

   "Not risking my legs getting burnt.  Dammit Tom, I can feel your hard on
under my ankle."

   "Live with it Kid." He backed out and gunned the bike to the curb,
traffic light on the street he made his turn.  She held on for dear life
and squealed every second of the eighteen minute ride.  Traffic was
congested long before hitting the interstate around Seattle.  At stoplights
Zach dared to rub her legs to calm her nerves.  Said hand roaming backward
up the length of her outer thigh.  A car next to them eyed his journey,
until Heidi dug her nails into his chest to stop his mischief.  He knew he
must have been close to that G-string band.  She was even struggling to
keep her skirt down.  From behind drivers saw her butt cheeks.  A horn
tooting made her laugh.  A tilt of his mirror gave him a link up her skirt,
damned nice.

   "I can't keep my dress down."

   "Show off."

   "I am.  I should have worn something longer."

   "Never do that.  Live a little Dove."

   Traffic moving she pondered his suggestion and clung to him like a
second skin.  He loved every second of her body against his.  He even went
so far as to grip her toes and forcefully rub her heel over his erection.
She prayed that he wouldn't get them killed.  It wasn't as if he could hear
her complaints out on the interstate going 70 miles per hour.  Oh, she was
screaming.

   Getting off on the Mall exit ramp, the remaining few minutes he wound
past slower traffic and reached the Mall entrance.  Idling there in front
of the doors he discovered that Heidi was still clingy.  Unbuckling her
ankles he teases his fingertips from toe all the way up to her hip. 
Finally, she snaps out of her trauma and slaps his hand.  Crawling off
slowly, she teetered on the asphalt to regain circulation, her hand holding
his shirt to maintain balance.  Her skirt was riding all the way up to her
sunflower tattoo.  He didn't even tell her as she struggled in removing the
helmet.  People going into the mall chuckled at her bare bottom exposure,
her G-string bands lost in her crack.  As the helmet came off, sure enough
her blond hair was static enemy number one.  It was then she heard a
whistle behind her.

   "Might wanna chill out on the exhibitionist tendency.  Mall cops might
strip search you."

   "SHIT!" She throws the helmet at him then tugs her dress down into
proper mode.  "That was fucking awesome."

   "The guy whistling?"

   "Noooooo!" She pelts his shoulder with a fist.  "Take me riding again
when I'm not late for work."

   "Long as you wear dresses like that."

   "Whole closet full.  Gotta go Dad." She didn't miss a beat, Heidi Baker
kissed his cheek and wiggled away.  Patting his erection he grit his teeth.
Dove...Heidi was just too goddamned sexy.

   "Calm down Hardy Boy.  Nancy Drew there, is going to say hi to you soon
enough.  Patience buddy." Melding back into traffic he set a course for job
opportunity number one.  He hoped this job would pan out, his bike was on
fumes.  A change jar at home would tide him over as long as he got a
paycheck in no less than two weeks.

   Within the Mall...

   Heidi strutted her stuff like a runway model through the mall's hallway,
passing multiple stores and center court vendors.  With each store passed
by guys checked her out.  She knew it, some of them were on her own radar.
Those she acknowledged with a wave, or better still, a wink.  One of these
days one of them was going to ask her on a date.  She was not going to be
the one asking.  Feeling a bit insecure over her static filled hair she
found herself using front windows to see what the damage looked like.  To
her shock it wasn't that bad.  She was gorgeous one way or another.

   "You still look hot."

   Heidi froze at her reflection then turned to her right.  Just on the
other side of a cardboard cut out of Detective Pikachu stood a tall, lank
young man with of all things, a pink mohawk.  Otherwise he was pretty
snazzy looking in a dress shirt and tie.

   "Thanks.  First ride on a motorcycle.  I had to wear a helmet."

   "Ahhh!  Yeah!  No mercy.  Your hair looks nice."

   "So does yours.  Does mine stand up like yours?" She giggles blushing,
"I've never met anyone with a mohawk."

   "Your day of firsts then.  My name's Weaver.  Weaver Kytes." He waves at
her with a smirk.

   "Hi Weaver." She shyly smiles with a mesmerizing sparkle in her eyes,
"I'm Heidi." With their introductions made she uses her thumb to point away
from her in the direction of her job, "I'm also late for work.  Thanks for
the compliment.  Stop by Vicki's Secret sometime and say hi."

   "Niiiiiiiccccce!  You wear the merchandise?"

   "Always." She winks and turns away, without looking back she flips up
her skirt ever so briefly for a look at her underwear, as if he could see
them, it was all heart shaped goodness.  "Our secret."

   Weaver Kytes nodded with a respected grin, "Sweet ass."

   "I know." Heidi never looked back.  Her employer was only seven stores
away.  Regardless she was ten minutes late.  Reaching Victoria's she
scurried in to face a scowling Manager.

   "Ten minutes Heidi?"

   "Blame my roommate.  He volunteered to bring me to work on his Harley.
Traffic sucked."

   "Male roommate?  Boyfriend?"

   "Not even close.  The guy was renting out a spare room.  It was
affordable, so I grabbed it."

   "Did you know him prior?"

   "Nope.  Nice guy though, he looks like Tom Hardy's stunt double."

   "Interesting.  Did you bother to even check out if he was a felon or
something?"

   "He's not a felon.  At least I don't think he is.  I'll ask him tonight.
You look nice today Vick." She was only making her feel at ease.  "New
dress?" Heidi looked over at the tall redhead's black dress that hugged
exquisite curves, before ending at her upper thigh.  A small cleavage
window offered a peek at her 36C's, while her neckline surrounded her
throat.

   "Old dress, rarely wear it.  Your dress is cute too."

   "Thanks."

   "I can run a background check on him for you, if you want me to."

   "I'm good.  He's been really cool in the 24 plus hours I've known him.
He's a lot older than me so I think he feels as if he's my Dad." She
snickers.  "Actually, you'll laugh at this but I called him Dad just to
avoid his landlord putting me on the lease.  Clever I thought."

   "That much older?"

   "He's 35.  Seriously, we get along great." She reflects for only an
instant of his jerking off.  It gave her goosebumps.  Strangely, she hoped
that he might do that again.  "Get a grip Freak." She told herself.  "You
know he's going to jerk off every chance he gets."

   "Older men are pervy.  I should know I'm an older woman.  Older men
chase after younger girls."

   "I can introduce you to Tom."

   "His name is Tom?"

   "No.  That's just what I call him, y'know as in Tom Hardy?  His real
name is Zach.  He's single."

   "Just keep your eyes on him, for me."

   "Oh, I will." She envisioned his cock, "Your concern is noted Vick. 
I'll be fine."

   "At least get me a picture." Vicki bubbled and put Heidi to work pricing
new garments.  Boring but it was a paycheck.  Heidi concluded that Vicki
was less concerned about her well being and more about her own primal
needs. If he was a convicted felon Vicki Bishop would probably be all over
him.  She looked like the type to write someone in prison for kicks.  Maybe
that was her secret.

   Six miles away, Zach Pedigo found his target destination.  Just off the
interstate in a small industrial park was a warehouse with a huge sign
facing the road identifying the place as Teleki's Vinyl Siding and
Insulation.  Out front were parked some pretty fancy cars considering the
occupation.  He worried he might be walking into an illegal Chop Shop.  An
African American woman stood outside smoking a cigarette.  A pretty fine
woman at that.  Rhianna on a good day for certain.  She eyed his every move
as he left his helmet on his bike and took the walk toward the front door.

   "Morning." He opted to convey a greeting.

   "Better now." She cast her cigarette butt aside and placed her fingers
in both back pockets of her tight blue jean shorts.  He presumed that was
to show off her dynamite 38E's in that black tank top she was hiding them
with.  Definitely no bra.

   "You work here?"

   "Off and on." She sizes him up with serious interest, "My ole' man owns
the place.  Looking for some home siding?"

   "Job hunting actually.  I saw a help wanted ad on Craig's List."

   "Gotta love Craig." She explores him up with an approving, "MmmMmm!"

   "I'm gonna bite my tongue considering I really need work." He chuckles.

   "None where I see.  You're looking in pretty good shape in all the right
places."

   Whispering he winks, "I was thinking the same thing."

   "You just keep on thinking that way." She winces with a smirk then
shakes her tits at him.  "Gotta name?"

   "Zach.  You?"

   "Angela.  Call me Angel.  Come on in Handsome I'll find My Italian
Stallion."

   "Wasn't that Rocky?"

   "My man's name is Rocky." She chuckles, "Follow these." She pats her ass
cheeks and opens the front door entering.  He followed and tried to keep
his eyes up.  With a name like Rocky he didn't want a black eye.  Inside
the main office there was a girl around Heidi's age sitting behind a desk
on the phone taking an order by the sound of it.  Concluding Angel was
around his age, the light skinned girl was most likely her daughter.  The
girl smiled at Zach and fluttered her fingers, he winked at her without
even considering that black eye fear.  She was pretty fucking hot like her
Mom.

   "Rocky's in the shop, come on back Z-Man."

   "At least she didn't say C-Man." Zach chuckled thinking of the semen she
was most likely hoping for.  Angel was certainly trying to keep his
attention.  Inside were three other men, two black, one white.  Each of
them checked out Angel with lust.  "Yeah, everyone is tapping the bosses
wife." Moving around them into the interior of the building supply Angel
called out, "Where's my Rock?"

   "Back here." A gruff voice came from behind a mountain of stored home
siding.  Daylight on the horizon behind it she led Zach around to see a
back garage door open.  A man driving a forklift was loading up siding onto
a flatbed semi trailer.  Overseeing it was a shorter, chubby man with a
goatee holding a clipboard, checking off what was going out the door.

   "Hey Baby.  Possible new recruit.  This is Zach."

   "You must be the infamous Rocky." Zach grinned.

   "He looks fit." Rocky winced, then looks back at Angel's eyes exploring
Zach.

   "Don't I know it." She winks at Zach a second time.

   "Keep your mitts off my wife."

   "Excuse me?" Zach lost expression.

   "I see you checking out her fine ass."

   "Uhhh!  Was I?"

   "Don't pay Rocky no mind Sugar.  He's just being territorial.  Be nice
Rock, we need a strong worker."

   "No you need a strong..." Rocky bites his tongue as his daughter steps
out of the front office and tracks them down.

   "Mister Abraham just called about that back order of trim.  He says it's
on the way from Spokane."

   "Thanks Cleo." Rocky notes even his daughter curious over Zach.  "Eyes
off my kid."

   "I think I'll just go." Zach swallowed at Rocky's glare.  Danny DeVito
was on a warpath.

   Angel moved quickly grabbing Zach by the arm laughing, "Relax Handsome.
My ole man is just testing your reaction.  Don't you go running off."

   "Just busting your balls Buddy.  I know my wife is hot.  Daughter's off
limits though.  That gets you fired."

   "Ummm!  I don't work here to even get fired."

   "Cleo?" Rocky squints at his daughter, "Take your barely legal behind
back to the office."

   "Oh my God!" Cleo rolls her eyes before looking at Zach, "Run while you
can." She twists in step after a beguiling smirk and scurries away, Zach
had to avert his gaze, she was wearing a very short dress.  It reminded him
of Heidi's.  Long muscular legs did not help his struggling eyes.

   "I'm considering that."

   "Ever work with siding houses?" Rocky enquired.

   "Not really.  Fast learner though.  I just really need a job before I'm
living on the street."

   "Desperate, huh?" Rocky frowns, "It's your lucky day Buddy, I'm feeling
ya."

   "So am I." Angel clings to Zach's arm, her right breast rubbing on his
bicep.  It made him sweat.  It was time to stand his ground.

   "Hold up." He pulls away from Angel and uses his hand to persuade some
distance, "As much as I like the attention, I'm really only here for the
job.  Can we just get past the sexual harassment stuff?"

   Rocky puckered his lower lip, "About time someone set my bitch straight.
Put the man on the payroll Angel Soft.  You start tomorrow at 8:00 sharp.
Don't be a second late."

   "Really?" Zach looked surprised.  "Thanks Rocky.  I can almost hear Eye
of the Tiger." He dared to jest.

   "Do I look like I run up stadium stairs to you?" Rocky pats his belly.

   "How do you keep up with the guy?" Zach chuckles at Angel.

   "Mmmm, Honey?  How does the guy keep up with me?  God love him." Angel
reacts with a scowl then slides over to kiss her man.  Rocky shocked Zach
by dipping Angel and laying a wet one on her like a regular Romeo.  In his
dip her cleavage brightened up, bulging as if ready to burst free.  She was
definitely Rihanna with a tad more substance, it was hard not to stare.

   "Now that's what I'm talking about." Zach nodded as the lovers broke
away breathlessly.  Angel fanned her features and smiled up a storm.

   "Rock's a sweetheart.  Just overlook his overprotective self.  Welcome
aboard Zach."

   "Can ya blame me?  Look at that tight ass." Rocky rubs his chin.  In
response Angel faced her butt toward him and began twerking.  Dancing in
step behind her Rocky hovered a hand over her cheeks as if music were
playing.  It was too funny.  Finally, Rocky grabs her ass and growls, "Now
get back to work.  Fuckin' hoochie."

   Angel laughed and stepped up to Zach grabbing him by his necktie,
"Follow me Stud.  Let's get you applicated up all regulation style.  Uncle
Sam...I didn't say Uncle Tom...might want your tax money."

   "Tom again?" Zach chuckled.  "Heidi would have cracked up hearing that."

   Zach Pedigo had employment, and a hot roommate.  Two for two.  Maybe his
luck was changing.  After an hour of filling out papers in a side office
with Angel batting her eyes nonstop Zach had to ask, "Are you seriously
flirting with me?"

   "Oh she is." Came a giggle outside the office door, young Cleo was bored
and eavesdropping.

   Reacting to the girl Zach leaned over in his chair to see the girl at a
filing cabinet.  Shared eye contact the golden girl intentionally bends
over and touches the tile.  Zach saw quickly that the girl was not wearing
panties beneath her dress.  Even as Cleo grins her Mother scowls at his
attention wavering toward her daughter.  Angel took that moment to reach
out and rub Zach's upper thigh.  "She's off limits.  I'm not."

   "Paycheck only ladies.  I don't want to get caught up in any affairs."

   "Who has affairs?" Angel winces, "Rocky doesn't mind what I do.  Now,
his daughter?  He might send thugs after you."

   "Don't listen to her." Cleo snickers, "Those thugs fuck her more than my
dad."

   "You hush Cleopatra."

   "Seriously?  Cleopatra?  That's unique." Zach tries to halt Angel just
before her caressing fingers reach his bolstered erection.  "I'm gonna have
to ask you to behave yourself.  I need this job, not the headache.  Not
that I'm not flattered."

   "He's got a big dick Cleo." Angel laughs.

   "Already guessed that Momma."

   "How do you keep employees?" He laughs.

   "You really have to ask that Zach?" Angel winks and attempts another
seizing of his tented erection.

   "Ever had a sexual harassment filed against you?"

   "Never ever.  Nobody turns me down." Angel boasted with a grin.  "Are
you turning me down Zach?" She rubs harder, scooting her chair in front of
his lap in order to utilize both hands.  Leaning over him his eyes lowered
to her mounding chest.  "See?  Zach likes Momma Angel."

   "Not saying I don't.  I'm just not wanting to lose this job before I
start."

   "You won't lose your job." Cleo moves to lean against the door frame. 
"Momma and Daddy have an agreement.  They both play around whenever they
want."

   "Why are you eavesdropping Cleo?"

   "Taking pointers so I can grow up to be just like you."

   "Don't let your Daddy hear you say that."

   "I'm eighteen, I can do whatever I want."

   "By three weeks.  You need to go back to your desk young lady."

   "That's it." Zach stands up and swats Angel's hands away.  Moving to the
door he stands in front of Cleo with barely an inch between their bodies.
Cleo's eyes flared wide at how close he was to her.  Zach swallowed looking
down at Cleo before shaking his head.  She was beautiful, even with that
large, loose afro of golden hair.  Her big brown eyes were stunning.  "If
we're going to work together I'll need you to behave Ms.  Teleki."

   "Which one?" Cleo fanned her features trying to catch her breath.

   "Both of you.  Look, I'm honored you find me curious but, come on now,
let's keep this reasonable.  I just need the job."

   "You gay Zach?" Angel frowned sitting back in her seat into a slouch,
her long dark legs teasing one another with her bare feet, her shoes under
her desk.

   "Not even close.  You're both very attractive ladies, but I..." He lies
to save himself, "I have a girlfriend.  I won't betray her."

   Cleo nibbles her lower lip mesmerized by Zach's muscular chest.  There
was no stopping the admiration from Mother, or daughter, Mom not happy that
her kid was becoming way too much like her but overlooking it.  Cleo sighs
inhaling his cologne, "You smell really good."

   "Thanks.  I'll be back tomorrow." Before slipping past Cleo he looks
once more at her and shakes his head, "Dress code?"

   "Guy-string." Angel chuckles.

   "Jeans and a tee it is."

   "Bye Zach." Cleo softly sighs.

   "See you in the morning Cleo.  Thanks for giving me a chance Angel."

   "You owe me Handsome."

   "Tell Rocky I'm grateful."

   Zach struggled with his erection all the way out to his bike, his pants
so tight he was in agony.  Both of those women were Goddesses.  Sadly, he
was partial toward Cleo over her mother.  Mom wasn't so bad either.  Maybe
having Heidi as a roommate struck a cord igniting interest in younger
women. "Wonder if I should go tell Heidi I got a job?  Too much snooping on
her at Victoria's?" Helmet on he takes one last look at the front window.
Both Angel and Cleo stood there waving.  "Unreal!  Could prove interesting
I'll say that.  I better just head home and leave Heidi alone.  I don't
want her thinking I'm a stalker, especially after last night, and this
morning in the bathroom.  I should probably chill out a few days and let
her get used to me."

   Harley in motion, he headed to his bank and deposited her check.  Time
to pay the landlord and munch on leftover Chinese.
1:00 P.M.

   "Hey Slut."

   Heidi pivoted in step at the voice of her step sister Kayla.  Reacting
with a clenched fist Heidi prepared to fight.  Laughing at her Kayla
pointed at a customer of sorts.

   "Brought the Bolly Dolly, huh?  Hi Nasty."

   "Hello Heidi.  I adore this bra." said a cute Hindi girl decked out in
black leggings, and a white net like outer shirt, beneath it was a black
bra that was completely noticeable.  Shoulder less on her left side it
still revealed quite a bit of cleavage.  Sharing the garment for their
inspection she showed off her big brown eyes.  Her long black hair tied up
atop her head with a white ribbon.  Sunglasses on her brow barely hanging
on.

   "Purple would look really good on you."

   "I will buy this."

   "Matching panties?"

   "I do not wear panties."

   "Of course not." Heidi chuckles, "India sent exposure?"

   "I do not understand."

   "Yes you do Ho Bag." Kayla busted up.

   "I am naïve."

   "NOT!" Kayla rolls her eyes then looks at her sister, "Lunch?"

   Heidi fidgets, "I ran late today.  Might skip lunch."

   "Ohhhhhhhh no!  I wanna hear why you didn't come home last night.  You
fuck Zach?" Kayla winced playfully.

   "Noooo!  Really Kayla?  I'm not going there..." Heidi frowned, "He did
jerk off though."

   "WHOAAAAAAA!"

   Nastiya Iyamahorr quickly shuffled to their side, eyes like saucers, "I
would like to hear of this."

   "You would, Skank." Heidi chuckled, "What's to say?  We ate Chinese and
he jerked off."

   "You watched him?" Kayla couldn't believe what she was saying.

   "No.  I turned my back to him." She pauses, "He did toss his sweatpants
over my head.  Gross, so gross.  I let him do it, but I went to bed.  It
was too late to catch a bus." That was all Heidi was willing to indulge. 
It was better not to tell her sister about Zach cumming in the darkness of
her bedroom, over her tits.  Even though Kayla knew of her stepsister's
obsessions it was just safer to keep things quiet for the moment.  Heidi
could not grasp why she let that even occur.  Nor, was she going to mention
the shower situation.  Although, hiding Zach's dick size was pure torture.

   Kayla glared at her sister expecting more.  When nothing else was
shared, she changed the subject, "Did he ask about me?"

   "Not really.  We just talked and ate takeout.  He told me about his
Asian ex-wife.  Oh, he's also from Vancouver like us."

   "Cool.  Dad filled his truck up with gas, so we're good to finish your
move."

   "Awesome.  I need to figure out where to get a bed.  I really don't want
to crash on the carpet."

   "My Father is throwing out a futon mattress." Nasty spoke up, "He and my
Mommah broke the futon."

   "Karma Slutra gone wild?" Heidi ribbed the girl.

   "Perhaps that is truth.  I did hear them wrestling in the middle of the
night."

   "I thought you Indians were all into meditation." Heidi peaked an eye
brow, "Sure I'll take the mattress.  It's better than nothing."

   "I will ask Poppah.  I am quite certain he will let you have it."

   "Can we swing by your temple and grab it while we have Peck's truck?"

   "Let me call Poppah and ask.  You may ring up my bra."

   "I can't wait to flirt with Tom again." Kayla smirks excitably.

   "Who is this Tom?" Nasty lifts her cell to her ear calling her dad.  "Is
your new roommate not named Zach?"

   "Her roomie looks like Tom Hardy."

   "He calls me Dove Cameron." Heidi adds.

   "Was it Dove at first sight?" Nasty giggles.

   "You're a riot Bengal Tigger."

   Before another round of banter, Nasty acknowledges her father on the
other end of her cell and steps away from conversation.  Protecting herself
from her father's scrutiny should he overhear anything remotely sexual.

   "You don't want me flirting with Tom?" Kayla asks without expression.

   "I don't care.  Do what you want."

   "Do you think he would jerk off in front of us tonight?"

   "You maybe.  He drops his pants I'm locking myself in my bedroom."

   "You don't want to watch him?"

   "No, I don't want to give him any ideas.  Just roommates Kayla."

   "So I can seduce him?"

   "If he's game, he's all yours.  I know you though...you'd chicken out."

   "No I wouldn't." Grimacing Kayla knew that she might.

   "Poppah has agreed to give you the mattress.  Kayla and I will go get it
before we pick you up from work." Nasty interrupts.

   "You're coming over too?"

   "I would see Tom Hardy's cock."

   "Oh my God!  You two are..."

   "So are you.  Don't bullshit me Heidi.  I know you wanted to watch him
last night.  You just chickened out."

   "No I didn't.  I just don't want him to think I'm interested in more. 
This is my first roommate situation I don't need it to have strings
attached."

   "Mom is not happy you rented a room from an old guy."

   "She will get over it.  Does Mom know his name?"

   "Nope!  She refuses to even go see the place." Kayla frowns.

   A cleared throat in the distance heard, Heidi looks back at her boss
Vicki pointing at a customer.  "I need to go guys.  I'm off at 5:00.  Meet
you out front by the JCPenis entrance."

   "Lunch time Nasty."

   "Don't eat each other." Heidi chuckles as Nasty batts her eyes.

   "I am open to exploration."

   "Not this lifetime Bombay." Kayla puts her palms up defensively.

   "It is called Mumbai, now."

   "Well, MumBAI BYE for now." Heidi chides her friend then offers her
service to an obvious lesbian couple.  Nasty had Vicki ring up her purple
bra.  Kayla while waiting explored lingerie, nothing much caught her eye,
in her self esteem struggle she felt that nothing would make her look sexy.
The rest of the day was boring.  Heidi could not wait to go home.  As much
as she lied to her sister, she too rather missed Zach.  There was just
something about the man.

   "Ha!  I forgot to tell them about the landlord thinking I'm Tom's
daughter.  Too funny."
5:18 P.M.

   Zach Pedigo had spent the remainder of his day running around as much as
his gas allowed.  Tank running dangerously low he made a pitstop to see his
parents Randy and Darla Pedigo in their quaint three bedroom house in the
burbs.  The excitement of a new job led to a late lunch of grilled cheese
and freshly squeezed lemonade.  In that visit he refrained from mentioning
Heidi because that just brought on his Mother wishing he would grant her at
least one grandchild before her passing, a subject he just did not want to
hear.  Randy, his father was less the whiner and always had his son's back.
Before leaving for home Randy snuck a hundred dollar bill into Zach's shirt
pocket.  Zach short of funds accepted it after mowing their yard like a
good son.  That at least granted him a tank of gas and enough for a few
groceries to survive upon, saving his change jar for absolute necessity. 
Hugs and kisses later Zach headed home.

   By 7:00 he had showered up and was back in relaxation mode.  Realizing
he didn't even have Heidi's cell number he worried a bit, almost as if she
had changed her mind, cancelled her check, and ran for the hills.  If that
happened, it was game over, he would not get paid for at least three weeks.
Bad enough he wanted to ask his parents for a loan but pride prevented it.
A hundred bucks was enough in his dire moment.  Nearing their retirement
years he didn't like borrowing from them.  Being an only child meant
respect.

   Anticipation brewing Zach was already in his sweat pants, no underwear,
no shirt.  He knew Kayla was fond of his muscles and the thoughts of
teasing her like he had Heidi had already activated Hardy, the new nickname
for his nearly nine inch monster.  Turning on his stereo for atmosphere he
popped in a mixed cd of metal bands.  Some old, some more current.  His
collection of mixed music was at the mercy of an old friend whom lived for
the music scene.  Seattle once known as Grunge was a staple for metal
bands. Zach in his younger days having ran as a roadie for said friend
Nico, short for Nicholas Bellamy.  Now the proud owner of a small studio
that looked after newer bands, nurturing their evolution.

   Revving up some old AC/DC he decided to stretch out on the floor next to
the stereo and do some sit ups.  Even at home he did his best to workout
regularly.  While singer Brian Johnson wailed to Back in Black, Zach
maintained his exercise regiment.  With his jams clouding his hearing he
hadn't heard the front door being unlocked.  In stepped Heidi, Kayla, and
Nastiya carrying boxes.  Lost in his world of push ups now, left him at the
mercy of their eyes checking out his tight ass and firm musculature.  Kayla
nearly dropped her box.  Nastiya had her jaw wide at the second his arms
lifted himself high then lowered.

   "I would much like to be under him at this time." She whispered to
Heidi.

   "Dare ya." Heidi snickered.  Nasty was tempted but shied away. 
Chuckling, Heidi sat her box down and moved between the sofa and coffee
table to stand in front of Zach in his rise and fall.  Looking up spotting
her legs he hesitated, playing ignorant of her arrival.  Crouching in front
of him snapping her fingers she got his full attention, even as his eyes
were drawn under her skirt and locked on to her panties.  She knew, she let
him get a good look before saying.  "Little help here."

   Cancelling his workout session he rose up on his knees and moved
sideways to lower the volume of his stereo.  "Welcome home.  I was
beginning to wonder if you changed your mind."

   "Nope.  Stuck with me for awhile.  You pay Walter yet?"

   "Shit!  I forgot.  I'll catch him in the morning."

   "Hi Zach." Kayla could not hide any longer.  Looking behind him he
discovers Kayla in a black stretchy mini skirt and a peach colored halter
top.  Not only that but a newcomer who stood trembling with an unblinking
gaze.  Nasty was in awe of his stature.

   "Evening.  I didn't know Priyanka Chopra was in town." He winks at
Nastiya.

   "He thinks I look like Priyanka." Nasty bubbles looking at Kayla.

   "You kinda do, only a miniature version." Kayla agreed.  "HEY!  Everyone
here looks like a famous actor.  Who am I dammit?"

   Everyone mulls it over a bit, Heidi standing back up, "I always thought
you favored Barney the Dinosaur."

   "Bitch."

   "I think you look as if Katy Perry." Nasty smiles, "Only...more curvy."

   "I can live with that."

   Zach climbs to his feet standing tall in his 6'2 stature and sizes Kayla
up, "I can see Zooey Deschanel behind those goggles."

   "I can't see without my glasses." Kayla pouts.

   "Not knocking them." He chuckles, "They fogging up?"

   "Noooo!"

   "Help us carry things in.  Nasty got me a futon mattress."

   "Nasty?" He winces.

   "That would be me.  I am Nasty."

   "It's really Nastiya." Kayla grins, "We just call her Nasty.  You should
hear her last name."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "It's Iyamahorr.  Like I am a whore." Heidi laughs as Nasty stood with
pride.

   "No kidding." Zach shook his head, uncertain if they were pulling his
leg.

   "It is true.  I am."

   "A whore?"

   "No.  My name.  You think I am a whore?"

   "Wouldn't look at you any differently than I am now."

   Behind him Heidi was mouthing the words, "Hard on." and pointing at his
waist.  All eyes dropped to check it out.  "Happy to see us Tom?"

   "You know it.  Let's get your stuff inside."

   "I was thinking the same thing." Kayla whimpered biting a nail.  She
needed sex badly, if not certain whether she could go through with it if he
did offer, but kept it to herself outside of flirtations.  She would be
happy just to get a peek at that tented erection.  Zach knew the girls were
admiring it, he loved every second of their torture.

   "Lead the way Dove." He motions with a palm.

   "Save that palm for later Tomcat."

   "Excuse me?"

   "High five." She chuckled and headed for the door.  There was that
exquisite wiggle.  A mighty erection just jumped higher.  High five indeed,
the other four joining in.  Following Heidi, with Kayla, and Nasty
exploring his own masculine butt, it became a conga line without the use of
hands, even though they wanted to touch him.  He found their young lust
amusing.  At his age that made him feel like God.

   Outside, in the parking lot this time, Zach was led to a small pickup
truck, an older model blue Chevy S-10, it was pretty rough looking.  Boxes
slung on top of the futon mattress to hold it down were removed.  Each of
the girls grabbing one box each, Zach picked up the mattress and hurled it
over his head.  In stretching, his sweats sagged lower on his hips,
slipping dangerously low on his pelvic region.  He ignored it knowing the
girls were checking out potential pubes if the sweatpants fell much lower,
in behind his butt crack was shining as well.

   "Following the leader Tom." Heidi laughed as even she enjoyed that
cracks reveal.  Nobody even bothered to put up the tailgate.

   "Someone getting the door?" He blindly marched ahead, the mattress
flopping about being so pliable obstructed his vision a bit.

   "Got it." Kayla danced ahead of him and sat her box down to open the
door.  Her jaw dropped at his lower abs.  "I so got it." She exhaled under
her breath as he entered carefully.  Heidi rolling her eyes at her sister
followed behind Zach.  Snatching up her box Kayla joined in behind as the
door closed.  On the outside Nasty pouted, "HEY!" A swift nudge by Kayla
reopened the door, only long enough to let the Hindi beauty in.  She felt
left out.

   Dropping the mattress against the hallway wall Zach opened his apartment
door for Heidi.  Stepping by him her eyes lowered to his waistband, "Might
wanna pull those up before Kayla attacks you." Smirking at her he ignored
her suggestion and held the door for the girls, Kayla and Nasty both
looking down at his revealed flesh.  Let them drool he thought.  Once they
were all inside and setting boxes down in her bedroom he drug the mattress
into the apartment.  Kayla opted to assist him in getting it to Heidi's
room, where Heidi was already bunching up her sheets and blankets in order
to lay the mattress out.  Zach rubbed his chin as she bent over right in
front of his tent.

   "Drop a load Tom." She looked over her shoulder before standing up and
moving out of his way.  Chuckling with a glint of unbelievable in his
expression he folded the mattress out and used his bare foot to even out
the folded edges.  Heidi had a bed.  Excited by it she changed her tune
swiftly, "Everyone out so I can change clothes."

   The girls took that opportunity to grab Zach by his hands and escort him
from her room.  Before he even turned in the hallway, Heidi had her dress
off and stood in her cute bra and panties.  Smirking at her reflection in
her upright mirror she picked up her small box of shampoo and hygiene
products.  Without getting dressed she leaves her room and heads into the
bathroom.  Zach only caught a glimpse of her in transit while the other
girls drew him toward the sofa.

   "Take a seat Zach." Kayla placed him right in the middle of the couch.
Nasty plopped down hip to hip at his left, Kayla his right.  Slapping her
palm on his leg Kayla smiles warmly, "I like your taste."

   "You haven't tasted me." He laughs.

   "No moron!  Your taste in music.  My Dad plays this stuff at his tattoo
parlors.  He's into hair bands."

   "Show's he has taste too."

   "I haven't tasted him either." She chuckles, "Well, not true I guess I
licked his cheek once just to cheer him up.  After he and Heidi's mom split
up."

   "Wait!  I thought you lived with her mom."

   "I do.  My real mom ran off and left me with dad when I was young. 
Heidi's mom is the only mom I really knew."

   "That's sad.  You and Heidi have similar stories then.  Her real dad was
missing from her life since before she was born I heard.  Sorry to hear
that."

   "About all I get are birthday cards.  She calls me once a year around
the holidays.  She lives in Montana now, hooked up with a lumberjack."

   "Lots of wood over there."

   "Not funny.  Lots of wood in this room." She chuckles eying his tree
trunk reaching for the sky beneath a canvas of navy blue sweatpants. 
"Anyway, cool tunes."

   "I too like the rock hard." Nasty beguiles him with a perfection of
pearly white teeth, her most amazing brown eyes thriving without blinks.

   "Heidi said you bought Chinese last night."

   "Your sister didn't lie.  I did."

   Overhearing them Heidi ducks her upper body around the bathrooms
threshold clinging to the trim, toothbrush in her hand, Pepsodent frothing
her lips.  Zach notes her reaction as she offers up, "Noodles were tough."
Her hand motion severing her neck led Zach to conclude she didn't want him
to admit her Lady and the Tramp routine.  "Tasteless too." A toothpaste
tongue razzes Zach just before she retreats back inside to rinse.

   "I didn't think they were that bad."

   Kayla grows suspicious at how Heidi snuck into their conversation as she
had.  Especially after telling she and Nasty of Zach's masturbation.  There
was more to the story for certain.  "Okay!  What's up?" She winces then
points at Zach's erection, "Besides that thing."

   "No idea what you're talking about." She shrugs with a pucker as his
penis twitches.

   "It is alive." Nasty shares with a look of awe.  "It moves on it's own."

   Zach scowls shaking his head, "Why are you ladies so interested in
something that you shouldn't be?"

   "My fault Tom." He hears Heidi from the bathroom.

   "Yeah, I think it's time I put on some pants." He lifts from the sofa,
mid stance when both Kayla and Nasty reach out in a panic to grab Zach by
the waistband of his sweats.  He heard a very fearful union of two upset
voices rallying, 'NOOOO!" In his upward retreat the added weight of hands
tugging, yanked his sweats down revealing most of his tightly muscled ass.
If he hadn't grabbed the front, his sweats would have been lost.  Looking
over his shoulder he creased a brow as both girls offered a worried
reaction, their eyes both lowering as one to get a look at his bare bottom.
Regardless they refused to let them go.  Growling under his breath Zach
Pedigo stood idle and let them stare.

   "Get back here." Kayla blushed yet laughed at their actions.

   Nasty in her shy grin concurred with, "Yes, you must be seated.  A very
nice seat it is."

   Listening from the bathroom, Heidi, now removing her makeup steps into
the hallway to watch the battle being waged.  Zach even in his trapped
resistance notes Heidi in only her bra and panties.  Still wiping her face
she sighs, "No escape Old Man.  You might as well get used to this kind of
stuff.  Sit down and give them a show like you tried to do me.  At least
they might watch you."

   "WHAT?" He panicked for all of thirty seconds then laughs, "She told
both of you?"

   "It slipped." Heidi shuffles closer until Kayla could see her sister
standing in her next to nothing undies.  Jaw dropping further at the sight
of so much skin Kayla looked at Nasty, who followed her gaze in looking
around Zach's hip.

   "Damn Heidi!  Feeling right at home?"

   "This is my home now." Heidi giggled, "Might as well be comfy.  Right,
Tom?"

   Zach gave up and fell back into the couch cushion between the girls.  In
his return he ended up sitting bare assed on the cushion with his sweats
wrinkled up under him.  He still held the front of his sweats in a modest
reaction.  Having released his waistband both Kayla and Nasty reposition on
their legs to face Zach.  They looked expectant.

   "Whip it out Codger.  You know you want to." Heidi persisted with one
knee on the coffee table, still wiping away makeup on an alcohol pad.  Zach
ignored the beauties to his left and right, choosing to take in Heidi
instead.  He was recalling her nudity earlier in the day and envisioning
that bra and panties being taken off seductively.  His dick was having
fits.

   "You watching too?" He found himself considering it.

   "Naaa!  Gotta pluck my eyebrows next.  You three have fun." Heidi then
twisted in step to face the stereo as a new song stimulated her attentions.
It was Motley Crue's Kickstart My Heart.  "OH MY GOD!  I LOVE THIS SONG."
Bending over to turn up the volume, her ass danced to the beats.  In that
simple moment Zach Pedigo lost all control and ruffled his sweats down to
his feet and kicked them off, his right foot utilized as if kickstarting
his Harley.  The girls burst out into uncontrolled laughter.  Flopping back
into a slouch Zach ignored the girls.  His sole focus was that absolutely
perfect milky white bottom dancing with her back to his exploits.  Gripping
his mighty 8.6, he began stimulating his beast, Kayla and Nasty giddy at
his decision to show off for them, their gaze glued to penis.

   "Holy crap Zach!" Kayla shuddered, "Your dick is enormous."

   Nastiya couldn't agree more as she fans her features, "If I should faint
use CPR if you please."

   Knuckling up Zach enjoyed Heidi's bouncing about using a TV remote as
her microphone, to sing along with Vince Neil.  Whiplash hips allowed
glimpses between her ass crack, her G-string band becoming visible off and
on in her zest.  For the most part it was still hidden amid paradise.  His
hand was coaxed into a full throttle exhaustion just watching her hair flip
about.  He wished she would hop up on the coffee table like a stripper and
lose her underwear.

   Heidi knew very well what Zach was thinking.  Tempted to do just that,
she forced herself to play hard to get.  It wasn't like she really wanted
to fuck the old guy, she just liked torturing him.  It was a passion of
hers to tease men no matter who they were.  Zach was just too easy.  Sure
she was wet.  Sure she was extremely turned on, yet she didn't want to shed
light too much on that fact.  Not really knowing her new roommate did nag
at her a bit.  His actions last night and earlier in the morning kept her
on her toes.  Too much interaction might get her raped.  So, why wasn't she
slowing her game?  Should this game go too far, things could get ugly.  Was
it really worth the risk to have her own place?  As the song slowed up she
chose a hasty retreat.  Remote placed on the stereo she shuffled away as if
he were not even there.  Zach grumbled at her loss.

   For long minutes he stared at the bathroom door, hearing the shower
activate.  His driven attention was quickly rewarded.  Having disrobed for
her shower Heidi realized her towel was still in her bedroom, too which she
just paraded right out of the bathroom and crossed the hall in all of her
succulent glory.  Returning with the towel she held it to her chest and
stuck her tongue out at Zach before entering the bath, then her heated
shower.  He knew that she wouldn't be back.  Therefore, it was time to
enjoy those who were left behind.

   A snapped glance at Nasty found the girl caressing her modest cleavage,
her eyes sparkling at his cock's magnificent stature.  A second trip visual
toward Kayla found her less entranced, she captured his eyes looking at her
and spoke up, "I love watching you Zach.  This is sooo hot."

   "You two gonna drop by more often?" He smirked yet studied their
reactions.

   Kayla nibbling a nail nodded, "If you do this every time.  Heck, I might
move in too."

   "Oh yeah?  How about you Baby Priyanka?" He turns to Nasty.

   "I am moist wet right now."

   "Most wet?" He corrects her while chuckling.

   "Of that too." She squirms in her seat.

   "Not what I asked, but good for you.  You should be." He pauses to rub
Nasty's kneecap making her blush.  Hand remaining there he turns his head
to Kayla, "I could use some inspiration."

   "Like what?" Kayla grew flushed.

   "Rub my chest and abs.'

   "I can do that." Kayla leans in nervously and plants her right palm over
his heart and begins a timid caress.  He notes her large amount of cleavage
crushing together in her repositioning.

   Almost jealous, Nasty gravitates her own hand toward his abs but
refrains from contact.  Seeing her self doubt Zach coaxes her in, "Don't
miss out.  Get in there Nasty girl." She flared her eyes and took a deep
breath.  Once contact was made she whimpered toward Kayla.  Kayla shared in
her emotional orgasm.  His muscles were as hard as his cock.  Stormed by
the sensations of their timid palms Zach stretched back and took both arms
with him.  Planting both forearms behind his head he merely sat there, his
dick unattended to.  The girls lost in just his muscles hadn't noticed
right off.  As long as they touched him his dick was not going down.  The
music now playing Skid Row's 18 and Life made him enjoy the life these
younger ladies had to offer.  They might not be 18, but close enough, Heidi
the nearest at 19.

   "Why don't you two snuggle up to me." He lures them in, unlocking his
arms to reel them under his armpits until their heads lay on his shoulders,
their bodies firmly pressed into his ribs, and hips.  Arms holding them
closely they coo and continue rubbing his chest and abs.  Both girls found
a strange relaxation within his body heat.  Nasty shocked him more than
Kayla, her fingers moving dangerously low into pubic territory, nails
tangling between her frolicking.  A chill overtook Zach and both girls felt
him tremble.

   "Are we giving you the willies?" Kayla whispered.

   "Just loving this bonding session.  You gals smell good."

   Both girls expel their thanks, replying with, "You smell good too."

   "This is relaxing ladies.  I think I'm just as happy doing this as
getting off."

   Sighing at his comment Nasty exhaled on his chest, her warm breath
making Zach close his eyes to bask in it.  "I bought a new bra today."

   "You did?  Wearing it?" He tilts his chin to glance down at her beauty,
her eyes lifting to receive his gaze.  Nodding only she nestled closer. 
"You wanna show it too me?"

   "Yes." Without lifting away she merely lifts her outer shirt up and
flashes her left cup to him.

   "Purple, nice.  Matching panties?"

   "I do not wear panties."

   "Free spirit, eh?" He turns his chin toward Kayla and inhales her
scented hair, "How about you?  I know you're not wearing a bra, those
nipples give you away."

   Peering up at him she smiles contently, "I hate bras.  I'm the polar
opposite of Nasty.  I wear panties."

   "Show me." He winks.

   "Okay." Kayla peels away whining at her momentary loss of his flesh. 
Lifting up in her seat she drags her stretchy mini skirt clear up to her
waist and stretches her legs out a bit.  A nearly transparent red G-string
revealed itself, a thin patch of pubic hair lifted it from her skin.  It
was something else that caught his eye though.

   "Is that a flower tattoo rising out of your pubes?"

   "You noticed." She smiles, "It's a red rose."

   He fidgeted a moment recalling Heidi's sunflower tattoo in the same
location.  Without admitting he had seen Heidi's flower he puckered,
"That's different.  Looks cute."

   "My dad did it.  I know it's weird.  I asked him to do it."

   "I have a flower too." Nasty admits as her fingers tease his pubes.

   "You do?  Is this some crazy cult thing?" He chuckles.

   "No.  All of us girls did it.  It's kind of our commitment as friends.
We're like a floral arrangement." Kayla nestles back under his arm and
begins rubbing his chest again.  "Your dick looks really lonely Zach."

   "He is.  We'll get to him soon enough.  You gonna show me that flower
Nasty?"

   "I am most shy." She winces blushing.  Kayla merely rolled her eyes
knowing that was a bold faced lie.  Nastiya Imyamahor was definitely not
shy.  A good actress maybe.

   "Oh come on now.  No reason to be shy.  Just look at me.  I'm the one
totally naked."

   "If I must." She tugs a lock of his pubic hair giggling.  Sitting up she
moves both hands to the waistband of her black leggings and tugs them
lower. Her hips revealed silky soft smoked flesh all the way down to her
tiny speck of raven pubes.  Stemming from the hair was a beautiful white
orchid.  A glimpse of her clitoral area popped free in her tilt to let him
see the flower.

   "That's gorgeous.  Maybe I should get a flower tattoo." He chuckles
looking at Kayla, "What do you think?  Should I get a Sequoia tree?"

   "That is not a flower." Nasty giggles.  "You already have a tree.  A
very nice trunk if I may say."

   "Guess I do."

   "That would make you look feminine." Kayla lowered her fingers toward
his pubes now that Nasty had removed hers.  Pinching them lightly she
sighs, "Zach?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You're really hairy."

   "Teddy bear?"

   "Tommy bear."

   "Never going to live down this Tom thing am I?  I guess I'm just as
guilty, I named my dick Hardy."

   The girls snickered at his admission.  Kayla nuzzled her cheek into his
chest and sighed vividly, "Tom?"

   "Yeah?" He laughed tilting his chin to peer at her fingers entangled in
his hair.

   "Make Hardy cum for us."

   "Yes.  He must." Nasty left her leggings lowered and hugged up to his
side.  Draping his arm over her tiny frame he planted his left hand on her
bare hip, lightly rubbing it.  Not wanting Kayla to feel left out his right
hand lowered over her and caressed her waistline as well, fingers pinching
at her G-string band gently snapping her with it, the intimacy of it asked
her to snuggle even closer with a tender whimper.  He had both girls where
he wanted them, their eyes locked on to his beast raising hell for being
ignored.  As they rubbed him he made his cock twitch about.

   "See?  I did not lie.  It is alive." Nasty points a finger toward Hardy,
without lifting her hand away.

   "He's just jealous is all.  Hardy feels left out with all these hands in
motion up North."

   "I think it's funny you calling it Hardy." Kayla sighs.

   "Blame your sister for making me name the big fella."

   "She's getting to you isn't she?"

   "Pretty girl your sister.  You're all beautiful.  Why do you think Hardy
is so riled up?"

   "I'm fat." Kayla pouts.  In response Zach hugs her to his side and rubs
her arm.

   "Don't think like that.  I felt plenty of muscle in that hip.  Sure,
there's room for improvement but you are far from fat."

   "You're just saying that."

   "If I were repulsed by you, would you be laying here with your skirt up
to your waist?  You're perfect as you are."

   "You find me attractive?" She stirs attempting eye contact.

   "Very much."

   "What of me?" Nasty shifts her gaze higher seeking fulfillment.

   "You both make that dick stay rock hard.  He's there just for you."

   "And, for Heidi?"

   "She doesn't seem interested in it."

   "Whatever." Kayla rolls her eyes.  "She lives to make guys hard."

   "Oh yeah?  Do tell."

   "She's crazy hot Zach."

   "I suppose."

   "You jerked off in front of her before you even got to know her.  That
shows her effect on a guy."

   "That and maybe I just needed to get off.  It's been awhile.  As much as
I say I'm no pervert I guess that's lie.  Look at me right now.  I barely
know you two even.  Still, I'm very attracted to both of you."

   "It's because we're young and you like young girls."

   "I like older girls too.  That isn't even a thing.  But, yeah, you
little hotties do get me warmed up." His dick dances to their fascinations
once again.  "Just know this, I would never hurt any of you, least of all
my roommate.  You have my word."

   "You better not...or I'll have to choke this." Kayla couldn't resist her
desires any longer, braving the unknown she reaches out swiftly and grips
his cock.

   "Well now!" He nods his approval, "Moving right along.  I get the idea
Zooey."

   "Zooey?"

   "You look like Zooey Deschanel remember?"

   "Oh yeah." She smugly grins.  "The New Girl."

   "Why don't you show Hardy there who's boss." He winks at her as her eyes
bulge.

   "You want me to...jerk you off?"

   "You're the one threatening me.  Make me well aware you mean business."
Another pat to her hip gave her goosebumps.

   "I...I've only given one hand job ever.  It didn't go so well.  He got
spooked by my Dad and ran off.  He never came around again after that." She
pouts heavily.  "Not the guy I had sex with, another guy.  No hand job with
him though." She felt compelled to explain her entire sex life in one brief
statement.

   "Give it a shot.  Practice makes perfect.  You can come by and practice
on me anytime you want."

   "I can?"

   "What of me?" Nasty pats his abs, using her nails to get his attention.

   "Oh, you're going to be trouble aren't you?" He winces playfully.

   "Much trouble." She digs her nails into his pubes making him flinch.  In
his mind he wanted to fuck the holy hell out of this sexy Hindi.  Moving
his hand from her hip and under her ass he pinches her left cheek. 
Shrieking with giggles she lifts up and flares her big brown orbs.

   "Why don't you help out Kayla."

   "Me?  I have never...I must learn." Total lie, She greedily swoops in
over Kayla's hand and shares in gripping his cock.  Her reaction was
priceless, "It is most throbbing."

   "Hardy's way of saying welcome to his world.  Have at it ladies.  Show
me what you've got."

   As he observes them stroking him slowly he realizes a rawness brewing.
"Take turns spitting on it.  The skin is getting raw and needs some
lubrication."

   Eying each other, the girls wince at the thought of spit.  Finally,
Nasty leans closer, calling on her throat to produce saliva.  Hovering over
his crown a mere inch above, she releases a droplet of spit.  With her own
hand Nasty rubs it in and looks to Zach for affirmation that she did it
correctly.  "Perfect.  Your turn Hotstuff." He eyes Kayla who grits her
teeth at the prospect.  Taking a deep breath she makes a raspy noise,
seconds later she leans over his mushroom and literally touches her lips
against his urethra and spilled well formed droplets on it.  Moving away
just as quickly she rubs her saliva in, the girls competing to stroke him
harder.  Having had her lips on his crown Kayla turned beet red and had a
hard time looking at Zach.

   Cupping her chin in his fingers Zach winked at her, her eyes finally
braving his.  "Even more perfect." He whispers.  She shyly smiles and tries
to enjoy herself.  Between the two girls they were giggle boxes.

   While the two beauties entertained themselves Zach heard the water shut
off in the bathroom.  Settling back even further he props his feet up on
the coffee table.  The girls were doing a great job of circulating his
blood flow.  Returning his arms behind his head as a pillow he huffed,
"Work that Motherfucker." With his hands missing from their flesh the girls
fawned over Hardy more seductively, doing their best to get into a
perfected rhythm between two separate grips.  Their giggling had relaxed,
becoming more dedicated to making Zach happy.  Although, he loved what they
were doing, his eyes were focused on the bathroom door.  He just knew Heidi
was going to step out before he shot his load.  At least he hoped so.

   Songs changing again, the music ramped up with Rob Zombie's Never Gonna
Stop.  As if cued the bathroom door flew open and out ran Heidi Lynn Baker
in her tied towel.  Her excitement led her back into the living room. 
"OHHHHH MY GOD!  I LOVE ROB ZOMBIE." Her bouncing about sent her into a wet
hair whip that showered rain drops toward the girls and Zach.  Pelting them
they all laughed.

   "Dance bitch." Kayla chuckled.

   Nasty nodded in unison, "Yes!  Show off your booty." Zach couldn't agree
more.  He prayed that towel would fall away, leaving her nude and teasing
him hard.  The girls could tell by his throbbing that her arrival made him
even more excited.  The thrill gave them the desire to increase their
efforts.

   Heidi reclaimed th TV remote microphone and turned to face Zach for the
first time.  Eying him she winked then climbed up on the coffee table just
as he had fantasized.  "Sing it girls." She barked to get them motivated.

   "NEVER GONNA STOP, YEAH!  NEVER GONNA STOP."

   The hand motions were not stopping.  Neither was Heidi's alluring
performance.  Using her toes she kicks Zach's feet off of her stage and
really starts moving.  Turning around again Heidi bends over in front of
him and lets him see her ass, her tight clam peeking at him as she danced.
Huffing his lust over it he said, "Harder you bitches." The girls doubled
their efforts which included two more hands.  Nasty's hands being tiny
allowed room for both hands on his thick girth.  Kayla's remaining hand
went down to his balls and squeezed them.  That sent Zach slouching even
further back.  "FUUUUCCCCKK!" He roared at their efforts.

   "NEVER GONNA STOP, YEAH!  NEVER GONNA STOP." They sang along again.

   Heidi untied her towel but gripped it in both hands and fanned it out
like wings, blocking his view of her backside.  Nude in front it was
taunting his imagination.  Even the girls whistled at Heidi.

   "How's it coming back there Tom?" Heidi kept her gaze forward.

   "Turn around and find out for yourself." He snarled, really close to
detonation.

   "Don't wanna see it.  Song's almost over Tom.  Better hurry."

   "He is almost there." Nasty informs them.

   "Cum on Tom." Kayla inspires his quaking body.  "Give it to us."

   "DON'T STOP." He rallies loudly.

   "NEVER GONNA STOP, YEAH!  NEVER GONNA STOP." They laugh singing the last
chorus.  In his final seconds Heidi turns around and hurls her wet towel
over his head.  His cock explodes missiles into the air and his hips rise
high.  The girls just kept stroking him harder and harder trying for
further missiles, his growls loud and exhausting.  Removing the towel from
his obstructed vision he found Heidi long gone.  Only Nasty and Kayla were
still there slowing up to squeeze his cock dry of final eruptions.  Their
hands wet and slippery they show him his dirty work.

   "You are most milky." Nasty snickers.

   "Does a body good I hear." He exhales, his chest rising and falling
swiftly, "Try it."

   Shaking their heads at tasting him both girls use Heidi's towel to dry
off.  Instead they gravitate back under his arms and lay there comforting
him.  Kayla first to ask, "How did we do?"

   All he could do was sigh and hug them tighter to his side.  As they did
Nasty took it upon herself to kiss him on the cheek.  He smiled brightly.
Kayla took it further and kissed his chest.  This made Zach palm the back
of her head and grip her by the hair.  Tugging her away he draws her to his
face and kisses her on the lips.  A hesitation to gasp Kayla enjoyed his
attention, her hand returning to caress his chest.  Seeing Kayla's
enjoyment Nasty shrugged and kissed his chest as well, multiple times,
nuzzling amid his chest hair.  His other hand palmed her hair just as he
had Kayla's.  This time though he encouraged Nasty to kiss lower, knowing
cum had shot all over his lower abdomen.  She didn't resist.  Kissing over
his pubes she felt wetness on her chin and right cheek.  She accepted it
with a deafening sigh.  From there Zach removed his hand, curious if she
would lift away or remain there.  Nasty remained, teasing his cock with a
fingernail up and down just to watch Hardy react.  It amused her.

   Frenching Kayla his retrieved hand found Kayla's right breast. 
Squeezing it she moaned into his mouth and palmed his face, absorbing his
attachment.  While blinded by the two beauties Heidi returned wearing a new
blue G-string, and a cut off t-shirt exposing everything below her 38D's.
Only Nasty saw her moving about as she continued toying with Zach's cock.

   Music silenced Heidi switches CD's for one of her own and hits play. 
Once the song started she walked around the coffee table and stood between
Zach's legs.  Sitting on the table she scoots back, propping her feet up on
Zach's knees.  The song began and it attracted everyone's attentions.  The
song was Hailee Steinfeld's Love Myself.

   "Hi Tom." She looked him in the eye as he and Kayla parted lips.  "Do
you know what this song is about?"

   "Never heard it before." He listens intently as he watches Heidi slide
her fingers beneath her G-string to rub her pussy.  Not once did he see it
due to her hand in the way.  Instead like he and his sweatpants, her
G-string became tented by embedded fingers.

   "It's about a woman who only needs herself.  Self satisfaction."

   "Ah!" He nods with a pucker.

   "I need you Tom." Kayla nuzzles his ear.

   Lowering his gaze to Nasty she turns her cheek enabling her to look up
at him, her hand again stroking his cock.  "Do not forget me."

   "Never." He winks.

   Supporting her upper body on one hand, Heidi fingers herself vigorously
singing along with Hailee.  "Yeah.  When I get chills at night, I feel it
deep inside without you, yeah.  Know how to satisfy.  Keeping that tempo
right without you, yeah." This bitch knew how to tease hard.  "Pictures in
my mind on replay.  I'm gonna touch the pain away.  I know how to scream my
own name.  Scream my name...  I LOVE ME!"

   Zach took the hint.  She didn't need him.  That made him want her that
much more.  Kissing Kayla some more drew his attention away from Heidi.  In
his abandonment, Heidi uses her feet on his knees to play puppeteer and
regain his attention.  Her eyes were saying "Over here Tom."

   "Make up your mind." He laughs.  His mind was racing.  Between Heidi's
insistence that he watch her hidden hand masturbating, Kayla nibbling at
his ear, and Nasty's kisses growing dangerously close to his cock he was
keeping his erection on rocket status.  He could definitely get used to
this.  The question nagging at him was, why him?  He was old enough to be
all of their dad's.  Not that he was complaining.

   His squeezing hand grazed over Kayla's shirt and slid under it, rising
again to firmly grasp her bare breast.  She tensed up, her nipple stabbing
his palm.  This led her to storm his mouth and kiss him even harder. 
Feeling his arousal increasing Nasty pecked her lips at the base of his
dick, her nose nuzzling along a three inch width of his erection.  Watching
the girls enjoy themselves Heidi grinned.  Lifting her hips she pulled her
G-string down to her knees.  Zach was too absorbed to notice her now
bottomless and masturbating freely.  This new obsession was making her
crazy.  Doing things without his knowledge, so up close that he could
easily abandon her sister and friend and take her.  Not that she wanted him
to take her.  Did she?  Feeling her fingers graze her G-spot she whimpered
and made a lustful expression.  Lifting her right foot from Zach's knee she
escaped her G-string.  Using her left toes she dangled her G-string band
over his cock and departed.  Heidi was completely naked from the chest
down. Using her teeth she lowers her chin to bite at her powder blue cutoff
tee and drags it higher until her breasts pop out.  Heidi fed her pussy
hard.

   Abandoning Kayla's breast Zach let his hand roam over her tummy until it
met her red G-string.  Fingers sliding beneath it he rubbed Kayla's clit.
The kissing intensified as her hips rose up to meet his insertions. 
Everyone was feeling overheated.

   Nastiya Iyamahorr discovered licking his cock of jizz was not so bad
after all.  The taste actually inviting her to lick harder, even with the
scent of Heidi's G-string near her nostrils.  Observing her friends
newfound talents Heidi began trembling over her own invigorating fingers.
The Dove was in flight, her knees fanning from side to side as she moaned.
Why was Tom ignoring her?  She pouted slightly just before cumming really
hard and squirting around her knuckles.  Lowering her feet to the floor she
stood up and leaned over Nasty's head as she licked closer to his crown. 
Claiming her bath towel from Zach's shoulder Heidi realized that her sister
was wanted more than she was.  Good for her she thought.  Stepping around
Zach's leg Heidi discovers Nasty's bare ass in the air and slaps it for
meanness.  Nasty flared her eyes and nearly bit Zach's cock.  Leaning down
to the Hindi beauties ear Heidi whispers, "Just suck it already." A smile
shared Nasty considered it.  Stepping away Heidi ejected her CD and went to
her room, shutting the door.  She needed time alone.

   Kayla although loving Zach's advances became skittish.  Patting his hand
inside her twat she halted kissing him and held his chin up to look her in
the eye.  "Too much too soon.  God I want you but, not this very second. 
I'm sorry.  Just terrified."

   "It's okay.  I'm not making you do anything you're not ready for." A
sudden warmth over his cock drew his scrutiny, "What the hell?" Reluctant
to abandon Kayla's emotional state he was torn between her needs and
Nasty's hunger quest.  Priyanka Chopra's baby sister was giving him head,
pretty decent head at that.  Caressing her hair as she did he turned his
focus on Kayla.  "Listen, things are getting crazy here.  None of this
should have ever...is that Heidi's G-string over my cock?" His hand left
Nasty's hair to pluck the underwear up and pull it over Nasty's face until
she looked like Hannibal Lector.  She could smell Heidi's pussy in it. 
Strangely, it made the girl suck his dick harder, peeling the patch from
her mouth.  G-string released he shakes his head and again looks to Kayla,
"Sorry.  Distracted there.  When you want me just let me know."

   "You want my sister more."

   "HEY!" He grips her chin, "I'm not going to lie here.  I want all three
of you.  I think you're all sexy as fuck."

   "Really?  You think I'm sexy?" Her self esteem was dangling low.

   "Very fucking sexy.  Stop thinking you're obese.  Your muscle tone is
tight.  Sure there's room for improvement, I'll coach you on how to lose
what little you need to." He pulls her closer until their foreheads meet,
"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you when you're ready." She smiled at
him trying not to laugh, removing her glasses she wipes her eyes of
hesitant tears.  While squinting at his blurred vision she fails to fully
witness him tense up and growl.  Just as she puts her glasses back on he
unloads into Nasty's mouth.  Holding the back of her head he keeps her
there until he floods her mouth with three separate shots.  Releasing her
Nasty pulls off and sits up showing off her mouth full of cream.  Whining
at so much she doesn't know what to do with it.  Dancing in her seat she
flails her hands.

   "Swallow it." He directs her while using a finger to lift her chin and
tilt her head back.  Choking on it Nasty downed Tom Hardy's Venom.  Coming
up for air she laughs.  "Not so bad was it?"

   "A Hardy meal." She snickers.

   "Much as I hate to do this Ladies, I start a new job in the morning.  I
need to grab some shut eye."

   "I need to get Nasty home before her Dad spazzes out anyway."

   "He will most assuredly spaz." Nasty concurs nodding.

   Lifting Nasty's chin he looks her square in the eye, "I'm fucking you
sometime too."

   "I am still a virgin."

   "Ah!  Maybe you should lose that to someone you love then."

   "She's full of shit.  She's been with three guys." Kayla snorts hiding
her mouth with her hand.

   "You little fibber." Zach grabs her and drags her body over his lap. 
Her leggings still down he paddles her ass five hard swats making her laugh
really hard.  A finger slipping up inside her pussy encourages Nasty to
lift her upper body in order to snatch up Kayla's halter top, "You must
save me."

   Licking his inserted finger of her juiciness Zach returns and fingers
Nasty from behind.  She had the cutest little butt pucker.  Pussy trickling
around his fingers Zach made her cum.  She nearly ripped Kayla's shirt as
she tensed up and squealed loudly.  Pulling his fingers free he grabs Nasty
by her ponytail and yanks her upward.  In a steamy kiss he made the girl
nearly pass out.  Kayla fidgeted at seeing Zach enjoy the kiss so much.

   "You must kiss me again." She breathlessly panted.

   "Another day.  Get your asses home."

   Kayla stood up and rolled her skirt back over her hips, while Nasty
pulled up her leggings.  Standing tall between them Zach stretched
vibrantly.  They nearly attacked him all over again.  Hugging them to his
sides he walked them to the door.  One last kiss to each of them they
swooned.  Door opened they took their leave.

   Locking up Zach leaned his palms on the door and looked down at his
still fully erect beast.  Contemplating the nights events he realized that
in his standing up Heidi's G-string had fell to the carpet in front of the
sofa.  Retrieving it he felt how wet the rug was.  Holding the scent to his
nose he knew it was Heidi's leftovers.  "Fuck she smells good." Turning the
living room lights out he strolled up the hall and noticed Heidi's light on
beneath her door.  A light knock he asks, "You up?"

   "Busy." Buzzing noises were heard.  He chuckled.

   "Left your G-string on your door knob.  By the way, I landed a job.  I
start at 8:00 A.M."

   "That's awesome.  I hope you had fun tonight."

   "Would have been better if you had stuck around."

   "You did fine without me Roomie."

   "Maybe.  Hey Dove?"

   "Yes Tom?"

   "Goodnight." He left her door and went into his bedroom.  Like her, he
shuts his door and leaves his light on.  Laying in bed he fondles his cock,
it was as if he took Viagra, the motherfucker was not going down.  Ten
minutes later he turns out his bedside lamp and settles in.  A knock at his
door threatens slumber.

   "Yeah?"

   "Do you have any C batteries?  My lover just died."

   "It's a dildo.  Just use it."

   "Come on Tommmm!  I'll even name my toy Tom after you."

   Chuckling he throws his covers off and marches to his door.  Opening it
she stood there totally naked wiggling her lifelike dildo in front of his
face.  "See?  He went limp."

   "I don't have any C batteries."

   "Well hell Tom."

   "I have something better."

   "I bet you do." She rolls her eyes.  While she mocked him he grabs her
and tosses her over his shoulder and kicks his bedroom door shut. 
Squealing and kicking she finds herself carried in the dark to his bed. 
Tossing her on to the mattress she panics, "TOM STOP!" Roughly, he rolls
her over and drags her to the edge of the bed.  Face down her ass toward
Zach she feels his cock slapping her ass cheeks.

   "Shut the fuck up and lay there."

   "Tommmm!  Please don't." She begs.  Holding her lower back with one hand
he rolls the width of his cock along her butt crack.  His knees held her
legs down.

   "I said shut up."

   She clammed up and realized that he was jacking off behind her, only
letting his crown tease her ass.  "What are you doing?"

   "What I intend to do a lot while you live here."

   "Which is?" She trembled.

   "Let you know how badly Hardy wants you.  Even if he never gets you."

   "Oh shit." Rolling his dick along her crack his crown dips into the
impression between her legs and discovers labia.  "Too close Tom." He
continues rubbing along her labia as he jerks off.  Wheezing and holding
her breath she stares into the darkness and digs her nails into his blanket
pulling it up under her for security.  Hearing him groan and mumble she
listens intently with wonder.

   "God I wanna fuck you."

   She remains silent, biting her lower lip as she considered letting him.
She just couldn't say, "Do it Tom." Seconds later he shoots his load all
over her ass and labia.  She reacts with a lengthy squeal that sounded like
a car screeching its tires.  After he finishes he pulls her to her feet and
throws her back over his shoulder and takes her across the hall to her
room. Hovering over her futon mattress he stands her up and turns her back
to him to watch his cum trickling over her ass.

   "Just plain beautiful." A quick slap on the behind he takes his leave.

   Just as he returns to his bed she barges right in and turns on the
light. Looking around she finds her left behind dildo on the floor. 
"Forgot something.  Night Dad."

   "Night Dove." He realizes as she shuts his door that she had called him
Dad.  "Never gonna live that down."

   Heidi used that less than lively toy for the next hour.

   She did indeed call it Tom.

   "Oooooooooh, Tom."

   Loud enough to hear if he hadn't fell asleep on her.

   His loss.