Simon by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

This tale really is fiction. Honest Mom, I got a really good deal on cheap digs, borrowed Rebecca's books, got lots of tips working as a bar maid part time and you know how frugal I am.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2001-2012. All copies must be of the complete document.

Luv Karen

I suppose the story really begins standing in line waiting to pay my fees the first day I arrived at college. Rebecca and I had gone up together and were staying at Rebecca’s Aunt’s whilst she was on vacation in Europe so we had somewhere to stay for the first week maybe two but needed something after that. We were talking about what we would have for tea and I’d just volunteered to cook a chocolate cake. Simon was standing in front and you could see his mouth water. He was neat and tidy, he even wore a white shirt and tie, in short the sort of respectable boy you daren’t take home to mom cause she’d start writing out wedding invitations.

It was the first time we’d met Melanie as well. She was stood behind us and when we’d paid in our fees she asked if I could really cook and if we were looking for somewhere to live would we consider moving in with her? I asked her where she was living at the moment she replied the Weston but she rather thought she could find somewhere to move into tomorrow would we like to look with her. Rebecca shrugged and looked at me, why not. Splitting things three ways would be cheaper. Tracy had overheard the conversation she was just behind Melanie and asked if she could look with us. Melanie cocked her head and looked at Tracy then shrugged “OK.” Which I thought was a bit odd at the time but I had only just met Melanie.

She pulled out a mobile, said one word “Finished”. Then led us out to the front and we stood at the curb chatting. I was about to point out the bus stop was further down when a long black limo arrived. The chauffeur, all six foot six and 250 lbs, stepped out and opened the door. Melanie stepped in as if this was a natural everyday occurrence we just followed. I was surprised when we stepped inside at the lack of headroom I had to sort of crouch to get to the seat behind the driver. Then we drove off. “Where to next Miss Melanie?” came a voice from the front, “I thought we’d start at that Toyota car dealership we saw on the way into the city.” I looked at Rebecca and she looked back at me, a car dealership for an apartment? “Did you manage to get those phone numbers I asked for? And have they got a good bus service here?” she continued. A pad was passed back through the partition. “The bus service has won two North American awards in the last ten years and is reputed to be reliable, but you know your father would much prefer me to stay with you and drive you around.” “Yes I know Frank but I also know how much he relies on you and I need someone I can trust to keep an eye on him.” Miss Melanie started on the phone. “Hello can I speak to the duty agent please?” a pause, “I’d like something with four bedrooms to move into tomorrow in a better part of town with a good bus service to the university.” There was a pause and you could almost feel the ‘are you out of your mind’ coming down the phone, “I am sorry to have bothered you I’ll try somewhere else, thank you.” She finished in a sweet sort of voice. She rang two more and on the third one got someone who said she’d see what she could do if Melanie would like to call back in say thirty minutes.

We parked just short of the car showroom at Frank’s suggestion. He thought the price might go up if he drove up to the front. We entered, four teenage girls in tee shirts and jeans. “Yes ladies what can we do for you today?” “I’d like to buy a van please.” The salesman looked us up and down with distaste. Another couple had entered behind us. “Yes well I’ll turn you over to Veronica.” He turned his head and called “Veronica.” A young lady emerged still wearing her headset. “Take care of these young ladies, I think perhaps the 10 year old trade in we took in this morning?” “Yes Mr. Chambers.” He strolled over to greet and fawn over the new comers. “Good Morning Sir, Madam how can I help you today.” “OhMyGod is he for real?” I blurted out. Veronica looked at me and we both burst into giggles. “Oh come and have a coffee at least. What the hell, you’re customers I’ll get the china out from the area manager’s office.” We sat down round one of the coffee tables and Melanie took a sip. “Hey not bad.” “Shouldn’t be its the area manager’s special blend.” Melanie took out her mobile once more. “Frank come and have a coffee. Bring a briefcase with you.”

Frank came through the door a few moments later. Frank is the sort of guy who makes an impression just by their sheer presence. Dressed in his formal suit and chauffeur’s cap even carrying a brief case that was chained to his wrist he looked a hulk. Not my type but I could feel his masculine presence. The salesman left his couple and dashed across to greet him. His patter slowing to a halt as Frank just walked by and ignored him. I could feel Veronica practically swooning by my side. Melanie glanced at Veronica and stood up to introduce Frank. Veronica stood and shook his outstretched hand. “Just what are you doing tonight then?” “You”. Veronica blushed beautifully. Melanie just looked at him. “Do it properly, ask her for a meal first.” “Yes Miss Melanie”. He turned back to Veronica “Are you by chance free for me to take you out tonight?” “Give me a couple of minutes on the phone and I soon will be.” She gazed back into his eyes.

“Earth to salesperson, earth to salesperson”. “Oh I’m sorry you’re here to buy a car? Do you really want a 10 year old van that’s a bit rusty?” “Not quite what I had in mind”. “Oh well what do you fancy then?” “Just a van that I can use tomorrow to move with.” “Just for the day?” “No I thought it would be useful from time to time to have a reliable one around.” “How much can you afford?” Melanie nodded to Frank who looked round then partially opened the briefcase briefly so Veronica could see inside. “OhMy, yes well we needn’t concern ourselves with loans and such need we. Well we have about twelve in stock at the moment they are all much of a muchness except the colours vary a bit. Actually we even have one that would match the colour of your eyes but that’s our white elephant.” “White elephant?” “A Mr. Walters ordered a diplomatic special with some custom features list price was over $200,000.” “Mr. Chambers there” she nodded towards the salesman “took the order but only took a $150,000 deposit. Mr. Walters is awaiting trial after being found in possession of a large quantity of crack. It’s a lovely van mind you, come and have a look then we’ll see which of the others you want to buy.” We walked across the lot to a van that looked just like the others except the tires looked a bit wider to me and stepped inside. The seats had been rearranged to make room for four comfortable chairs that swiveled. The carpet seemed thicker than normal and the colors muted. At the back there was a bench seat that held another 3 people. I sat in a front seat and swiveled round to towards the back. Frank and Veronica were snuggled up on the bench seat at the back. I looked at Melanie, “I like it.” “Well it has bullet proof glass, bullet proof sides, runs on natural gas but uses a micro turbine to power electric motors on each wheel.” “How much would it cost?” “He’s pretty desperate it has a special $2,000 bonus for the salesperson who sells it, I should think if you offered $50,000 he’d take it.” “Can we take it for a test drive?” “Yeah sure why not.”

We set off, it was eerie practically no noise except the sound of the tires then a quiet hum as the micro turbo cut in once we were rolling. Melanie took it out onto the highway and took it over the speed limit, the only noise was the same quiet hum from the turbine. At one set of lights she gave it the boot and we were all thrown back into our seats by the acceleration. Then we returned back to the garage. “It seems to handle well.” “Yes I think its something to do with the sticky tires it has on. The extra weight means its doesn’t get blown about in the wind and it should mean it will drive well in the snow especially with the computer controlled four wheel drive and we do get snow here in winter. The micro turbine cuts fuel consumption by 50% which sort of brings it back to what a normal van would give.”

We parked and walked back to the interior. Only to be met by the salesman accompanied by the area manager who wanted to know why we had taken the diplomatic for a test drive and not the 10-year-old didn’t Veronica know which was which? “Oh yes Mr. Chambers I knew which one you meant but the client expressed an interest in the other and I thought Mr. Vince” she nodded towards the area manager “would like me to follow through”. “And?” the area manager spoke quietly in that sort of tone that said he’d noticed we’d been drinking from his special china. “She’s prepared to offer $45,000 cash.” “$50,000” “Done but I drive away today.” said Melanie “Frank count him out the money.”

“That’s impossible” interrupted Mr. Chambers. Frank spoke “Trade plates” The area manager turned to Mr. Chambers “Why don’t you just run along, put the kettle on, and serve us all some coffee, fresh cups. Then see to the washing up?”

We drove off with Veronica in the back fifteen minutes later. She’d been given the rest of the day off as well as the $2,000 special bonus seeing as things were a bit quiet. Melanie asked if she knew any house inspectors, and Veronica replied her dad had been a builder before retiring if that would help. The mobile buzzed once more. Frank was dispatched to pick up Veronica’s dad, the realtor had found some possibles and suggested an address and time to meet. Veronica’s dad suggested a lawyer so Frank was to collect him on the way round as well.

Melanie asked Veronica which was the best store in town for a prom dress and we stopped there on the way. I was consumed with curiosity about the money so I asked as we parked up. “Oh well I guess if we are living together you’ll have to be told sometime anyway. First you all have to swear never and I mean never to tell anyone else without asking me first.” We all swore. “OK it happened two years ago, my legacy from Uncle Antonio. I never found out exactly what he did but shortly before he died he sent me a safe deposit box key for safekeeping. A week later he was killed by a hit and run driver in a rough part of town in Miami. The safe deposit box contained fifty million dollars in cash. Have you ever tried to explain fifty million in cash? Dad and I have been very slowly converting it into legitimate money but god it takes ages.” She turned to Veronica “Now we have some serious shopping to do. Let’s buy you a dress for tonight and knock Frank off his feet. For the rest of you if you should just happen to see a little something you’d like.” The sentence was left unfinished. “I do hope they’ll give a student discount for cash” she said with a grin looking down at the brief case by her side.

Thirty minutes later we climbed back inside feeling well pleased with ourselves. The rear compartment filled with boxes to the ceiling, Veronica’s two dresses on top. I’d managed to find three full length dresses suitable for a very special occasions and was wrapped up in dreams of the handsome prince who would be worthy of them and how they would flared out as he waltzed me off my feet. Melanie asked me to drive whilst she talked to Veronica. So I did with Rebecca giving me directions. We only took the wrong road three times whilst Rebecca managed to get the map display to work and when she told me to turn left or right before we worked out I was better at port and starboard than left and right. Fortunately the computerised map could give directions in both. Behind me I heard Melanie’s voice “Now you never know you might get lucky. Frank will never remember them and it’s not as if you can get his size easily. I like the feel of these ones with the ribs on them. Oh and here’s some lubrication to go with them. Here’s a cock ring that fits as well. Now I’ve been trying to train him over the last two years to eat me out for twenty minutes first so hopefully he’ll remember. Oh don’t worry I’m not jealous Frank is a gorgeous hunk and I’ve enjoyed working out with him for the last two years but I’m ready for someone with a bit more brains now. I would like to think you will enjoy him since I put quite a lot of effort into teaching him how to satisfy his partner and to put her needs first. If you let him get on top take his weight on your hips but he’s big in all senses of the word so you’ll feel much more in control on top, all you have to do is lower yourself slowly down. His turn ons are having his ears nibbled and his back clawed. Don’t forget I’ll want to hear all the gory details in the tomorrow so call me.” I just couldn’t believe she’d talk about someone in such intimate detail like that.

Anyway finally we rolled up to the address. There were three houses for sale all in a row. As we approached a lady climbed out of her car and came to greet us. Ms. Oliver realtor. She looked us up and down and asked blankly “Are you pulling my leg or do you really want to buy somewhere?” Just then Frank rolled up with the limo and stepped out. He stepped round to the rear door and opened it for the two gentlemen who stepped out.

Our realtor merely glanced at them “I’m sorry I can see you are serious but you just looked like students at first glance.” Melanie smiled sweetly, “But we are just students now which of these do you think we could move into tomorrow?” “I’m not sure that will be possible but these three together have been on the market now for two years and if anyone will be flexible about a moving date I would expect them to be.” We entered the first house. It was OK in an OK sort of way. Sort of twelve years old, the family were federal government employees who had been offered a transfer away from the city conditional on them selling their house. Four bedrooms and two bathrooms three kids and you could tell they lived there. I mean to say it was better than anything I’d seen with Rebecca but nothing to get excited about. I stood in the kitchen looking out over the garden whilst Melanie looked around upstairs. The wife approached me, “Do you really think she’ll buy it? She’s the first buyer we have had look at the house in three months. It’s the uncertainty of it all, you know it will be two years on the market next week. Should we go on holiday or might the house sell when we went away.” I replied I was sorry but I really couldn’t help. We continued to the next house. It had a grander hallway and staircase but much the same sort of thing except it had a finished basement. Well finished, the walls bulged a bit, I couldn’t see any power points, the doors stuck and the ceiling had holes in it. “Professionally finished basement” I reckon my dad could have done a better job and that’s not saying very much.

Here Rebecca got waylaid by the husband, he’d been offered an early retirement and wanted to get his wife south to a warmer climate because she was in poor health. If only they could sell the house. I almost dreaded going to the next house. If we brought one of them I’d feel so guilty when I saw the other neighbours, I never thought buying a house would be so difficult.

The third house was a little larger than the first two but the kitchen wasn’t quite so well laid out, again two bathrooms and a half-finished basement. It seemed soulless somehow. A married couple with two children, federal government, the wife this time was the big wage earner and she had been offered a promotion in another city if only they could sell. Tracy caught the sob story this time. She only had another three months before she would have to decline the offer.

We met up outside. Melanie briefed the lawyer to see what each would cost and the details on closing. Then she asked Veronica’s dad to look through each whilst we went for a stroll up the road. It all seemed a bit sad somehow. I bent down to pat a golden retriever on the head when his owner hesitantly asked me if we were looking to buy a house? Yes I said but having seen the three across the road none had really taken our fancy. “Would you like to look at ours? Come in and have a cup of coffee. The wife’s sister lives on the other side of town and the old lady next door has just died. We’d like to buy it and move there, we know the area and it would be handier for work but I can’t see it with the state of the housing market just at the moment.” We stepped into a larger house than we had seen so far. “You know the asking prices across the road are 10% less than they paid the builder twelve years ago? By the time we’d pay the realtor’s fees and lawyers fees we couldn’t afford the move.” The kitchen was just a dream, gas range the sort I’d dreamt about. Upstairs there was a bath big enough for two in the en-suite, the four bedrooms where all good sized ones and best of all there were two bird feeders with birds feeding in the garden. The house looked well maintained even the basement had another full bathroom in it. “I built that one with my own hands, the wife wanted the full length mirrors on the wardrobe doors. Everything just the way we wanted it. Funny really having done all the work I get the feeling that next time I do it I’d do it all a bit different.” God if this was amateur work I’d take it over professional any day.

Suddenly I had an inspiration. I asked the couple did they mind if we had a little conference in their family room, which I thought would be to their advantage. They looked puzzled but agreed. I looked at Melanie, could she get everyone over here to the family room? Rebecca urged her to do it since she’s seen my inspirations before. Melanie brought out her mobile once more. “Frank come over to.” She looked at the man “1978 across the road and bring our lawyer, builder and realtor.”

Soon we were all sat down with fresh cups of coffee. It was almost as if I was an Agatha Christie’s detective about to announce a solving of the crime. “Now” I looked at the realtor “I strongly suggest you listen to everything first before saying anything. I just want you to answer my questions.” I turned to the others. “I think whichever house we buy I’d feel guilty about the others not selling their home. Personally I like this one very much but I could live with any of the others. I think the carpets in all the houses we’ve seen apart from this one are showing signs of wear and really the kitchens and bathrooms are a bit below par. Besides which here with three baths, three showers and four toilets we shouldn’t have to queue in the morning.” The realtor looked glum. I turned back to her. “Is the housing market here depressed by about 30% below what it should be?” “Well yes but I’m certain it will pick up again these four bedroom house prices are a bit volatile when the market’s hot everyone wants a four bed roomed house when the market’s depressed no one wants one.” “Do I get the impression that the houses across the road all need to get something approved.” “Well yes but I’m sure they can be flexible.” “So really what we are saying is only this house meets the requirements?” “Yes, but.” I was rude and turned to the lawyer, glancing at the smiles that were starting to appear on the couple’s faces. “Could you find a way for me to buy a house so that it had a lien on it and gave Melanie an option to purchase it at the original price? In other words it would be in my name but really owned by Melanie?” “Yes I suppose so.” I turned to the Veronica’s dad “Could you or could you arrange to have the houses across the road brought up to scratch over the next four years? Carpets and so forth everything cash?” “These new fangled low flush toilets and such? Yes, I could probably manage a few little jobs like that over time.” “Toto low flush resell better.” Interrupted the realtor. Don’t you just hate people who feel they have to add value by putting their two cents in, especially when they‘re right as I found out later.

I turned to the couple “Could you move out by lunchtime tomorrow if the paperwork was done and you had help moving?” “Well we could always stay at your sister’s for a few days.” “Right then the proposal is we all buy one house for cash, at the lowest paper price that the lawyer can manage, paying for curtains etc separately. Then Melanie exercises her options over time living in each house first and makes a capital gain on each. I think we could rent out the spare houses to fellow students and there must be some way to set up a management company that pays consultant fees or some such to Melanie. If the rents were lowish because they hadn’t been renovated then I’m sure practically all the rents would be taken up by the management company.” “Melanie looked thoughtful. She turned to the couple, “How much would be a fair price?” “Builder’s price twelve years ago less 5%? We’ve done a lot of work on it you know.” “If I agreed could you be out by noon tomorrow?” “Well its short notice but I think your sister could put up with us for a few days. But you’d never get the paper work done that fast. All the financing and everything.”

“Mr Surgeon will handle that.” The realtor spoke “I don’t suppose I get any commission on this house?” “No but you don’t get the commissions on the others if this one doesn’t go through.” Melanie turned to the lawyer “Could you draw up the offers? With the condition? And handle the purchase by noon tomorrow?” He nodded. She turned back to the couple. “To make it easy I suggest you use Mr. Sturgeon here as your lawyer as well. Since you are selling all you really want is the cash. I’m going to assume everyone is honest but just as a precaution Frank can you take a retina scan of everyone. Just for your information Frank will be handling any negotiations with anyone who doesn’t live up to their word.” Frank grinned an evil grin.

The realtor looked thoughtful, “I suppose I could talk to the three families across the road and see if they will make their garages available to store your furniture until you take possession of the other house.” Mr. Sturgeon stunned me with his “Arh um.” I mean to say you read about lawyers having ahem but to hear a real live lawyer … “May I suggest that should I handle the negotiations for the other house. I may be able to act in your best interests by being a guarantor thus enabling you to move into the house next to your sisters in some capacity perhaps even as early as tomorrow? I will need a few details though.”

She turned back to Mr. Sturgeon “Now if you’d like to come out to the van I can find you the cash for this house now, your fees of course will be in cash if that is acceptable and I will not require any receipts, Frank is insurance enough. You’ll have to come back to the hotel for the cash for the others.”

We all walked down to a steak house except Frank for our evening meal. I had a fillet steak with a baked potato. Tracy had fries. Obviously didn’t have a mother who drilled into to her the value of eating well. Melanie thought I should have the choice of bedrooms for coming up with the idea, after she had reserved one of the rear facing ones that looked out over the bird feeders of course. I choose the front one with the double sized bath well you never know I might want to save water one day and bath with a friend. The sweet trolley was the pits.

That evening with me dolled up in a white blouse, black knee length skirt, black tights, Frank’s cap and Frank dolled up in a tuxedo complete with bow tie we set off. Talk about a back seat driver. Frank leant through the hatch and gave me a running commentary about which lane I should be in and to remember we were a bit longer than the normal car. Once another car came close Frank almost had a heart attack worrying if his paintwork might get scratched. I mean to say it’s only a car for heaven’s sake. Finally we rolled up to Veronica’s home. Frank was stunned by Veronica’s dress just as we had intended, at least it kept him worrying about the car. I think there must be something about limos because I was invited to park just by the entrance where I sat and read a book whilst Frank dined Veronica. That was the second time I saw Simon, escorting a young lady who was wearing a mink wrap. The girl looked familiar but I couldn’t place her and to be honest at the time I wasn’t too interested being far too tied up in the Lord of the Rings.

The next day we went shopping with a U-haul truck, the biggest that they would let me rent on my licence. We brought beds, sheets, duvets, chairs and all sorts of junk. I never realised how expensive furniture was until I saw Melanie empty one of her brief cases in one store and have to go back out to the van for another. Mind you what was fun was one store we went to for chairs. The saleslady actually measured us up. You know like you do for jeans and stuff. Then she made us get on a set of scales to see how much we weighed. Only then did she guide us to the sort of chair that would be most comfortable. I talked to her about it and they make office chairs adjustable but ordinary chairs aren’t really so she had figured out what sized people worked best with each of her chairs then guided people accordingly. She thought one day that someone would come up with a computer program that would produce bespoke chairs but until then she’d carry on measuring people. I asked whether people were put off by other people knowing their weight but she pointed out the scales were in stones and lbs. so no one knew what they were anyway. I was 9 stone 11 lbs. by the way in my street clothes. I wondered who had chosen the first stones to be compared to?

After that we sort of settled down into a routine at the house. Melanie gave me the money to pay for the bills and I paid them from my bank account. The Toto low flushes just worked even at my time of month. I was amazed cause my dad swore he’d never buy a house with a low flush loo again. Perhaps I’ll buy him one for Christmas. I cooked, well with the new upright deep freeze it wasn’t so bad to throw together a batch of beef stroganoff or whatever and freeze them for the freezer. Then we could just nuke it in the microwave. The new range made baking potatoes really easy, scrub them put them in, set the stop time, temp and cook time. We practically live on baked potatoes, something and frozen peas, somehow I haven’t got the hang of baking chocolate cakes and storing them in the freezer yet. Tracy fell into running the vacuum cleaner round and Rebecca took over the washing and ironing. Mr. Sturgeon dropped by a couple of times with papers for us all to sign.

The next couple of weeks drifted by, Rebecca saw Simon most since she took classes with him but Simon seemed totally absorbed by Alison, the girl in the mink. Alison was doing a liberal Arts degree and I know I’m bitchy sometimes but she’s one of those girls who is in love with herself. You know just totally selfish. I think once I spoke to Simon and suggested going out with Alison probably wasn’t a good idea. He looked a bit down and said he knew but didn’t seem to be able to stop himself somehow. Oh and Rebecca started flashing her silky purple thong in the bar. Well its cut a bit high, and when she wears it with low cut hipster black slacks and the sort of top that rides up practically all she has to do is sit down to show it off. She showed me her moves to make it look innocent. All she has to do to expose it is lean forward, to cover up lean back. I think she’s bad sometimes. Mind you it does get attention. She has all sorts of different colours but she gets away with it. I mean to say at the bar the other day we were queuing to get a drink and this really dishy cool fella leans over. He said he thought she looked better in blue today than the white yesterday, I was like thinking blue she’s not wearing any blue, and she wasn’t wearing white yesterday then I clicked and blushed. Then someone nearly got their beer poured over them for saying I looked pretty in pink.

Friday evening of the third week I saw Alison enter the bar hanging onto the arm of Richard of the bright yellow Mustang fame, I looked across the bar and spotted Simon in the bar looking glum staring into an empty beer glass. I walked across “Hi Karen, I think you were right. I‘ve made such a mess”. “Do you want to talk about it?” “Maybe after I’ve got thoroughly drunk for the first time in my life.” I left him to it and walked back to spend the evening putting the world to rights with Rebecca. Melanie and Tracy dropped by when the library closed. At closing time Simon was legless. Rebecca looked at me and I looked at her. We had the van so Melanie drove round to the front whilst Rebecca, Tracy and I helped Simon down the stairs. When we hit the fresh air he was sick. It was so gross. I cleaned him up and Rebecca and I held him up between us on the rear bench seat. Melanie asked if I knew where he lived. I shrugged. “I suppose we could take him home and let him sleep it off.” “OK better be my room I suppose” I heard myself say, “at least we can dump him in the bath first.”

And that’s what we did. Rebecca and I got him upstairs and undressed him. Rebecca took his clothes downstairs to throw them in the washing machine. I eased him into the double bath, then joined him in it. I scrubbed his back and washed between his toes. Shampooed his hair, Simon just lay there blinking from time to time. Then Rebecca came back and between us we got him out of the bath and wrapped him in big fluffy towels to dry him off. Rebecca remarked “It’s just like having a big life sized doll to play with, our own big baby. In fact” she wondered off and came back with a cotton baby doll night-dress that tied with bows on the shoulders and the panties tied on the hips. “Here we are, practical as well, see we don’t have to struggle to get him in just place it round him then tie the bows.” We tied his hair in bunches with ribbons, stepped back to admire our handiwork and eventually put him to bed in my bed where he was asleep within seconds.

I felt quite put out. Having to carry a man to my bed and then he just totally ignores me, it’s not good for one’s self-esteem. I mean to say I like to have the option to say no.

Next morning I woke to hear faint stirrings besides me. I rolled over. “Good morning what would you like for breakfast?” “Huh, where am I?” not a good start. “In bed with a Ms. Karen Blayne who is miffed because you fell fast asleep last night.” “Oh hi Karen, oh it’s all coming back now. You were right Alison wasn’t a good idea. Oh I’ve screwed up my life major time.” “No you just got drunk, I’ll go and get a you a coffee stay here.” I came back with two steaming cups and the sad tale came out. He’d met Alison on the first day and wanted to impress her so invited her out. He had nowhere to stay so Alison had invited him to use her floor. Three weeks later he was broke having spent all his money he had to support himself for the whole year on impressing Alison only to find when he had none left she’d thrown him out the previous morning. His parents weren’t rich, and were deeply religious. He just couldn’t face telling them. He was useless and just wanted to do away with himself. Life wasn’t worth living. I tried being sympathetic he seemed to get worse if anything.

Then I flipped. I got my vibrator out and turned it on. I looked at him sternly and told him to start at my knees and start licking. Then closed my eyes, inserted my toy and leant back. I had to coax him higher and higher then I just rubbed my clitoris across his tongue. I felt much better. I opened my eyes to see Rebecca standing at the end of the bed with her eyebrows raised. “Simon was saying he was totally useless and I was demonstrating that he wasn’t.” “Oh is that what you call it?” She took my toy away and looked at it glistening in the light. “I suppose I could reinforce the message, and it would be a waste to not use this pre-lubricated toy. Move over. “ She slipped off her night robe, lay back on the bed and started the vibrator. “Come along young Simon I haven’t got all day.” Simon started to munch away once more. After a few moments Rebecca slipped her leg beneath him wiggling her toe as Simon slurped. “Oh my, I do believe the gentleman has grown hard, on your back Simon.” Simon came up for air “But”. “That’s right, on your butt.” Rebecca rolled him over and pulled on the bow that held his panties together then guided him into her pussy. I just held his shoulders down and kissed him on the mouth, I waited for his lips to soften then boldly slipped my tongue between his lips. He struggled for a moment or two then gave in. For a moment I almost thought I detected some reluctance on Simon’s part, but I mean to say Rebecca and I may not win a Miss World contest but we can certainly be sure of male attention when we are in a party mood.

Simon soon entered into the spirit of things but came a moment or two early for Rebecca. “I can see you need practise”. She said looking at him sternly. After knocking Melanie came into the room. “I rather fancy some pancakes with honey, but on the other hand is that a naked man on your bed? You don’t mind if I borrow him do you. I love the ribbons in your hair Simon. God It’s my time of month and I’m feeling really horny. I’m missing Frank at the moment.” Rebecca and I shrugged “Come on Bec let’s go and make pancakes. Come down when you’re finished”. “But wait”. “Good God Simon you’re going to end it all anyway why not give Melanie a bit of relief first, I’ll do you some pancakes as a reward then we can decide what to do with you.”

I made the first batch of pancakes and put them in the oven. Rebecca and I started in on the second batch. It wasn’t too bad using two frying pans at the same time. Melanie came into the kitchen and stretched. “OhMyGod that feels so much better. I’m hungry where’s my share?” I grabbed a plate full from the oven “Start on these.” Simon came in afterwards, “Do I smell food?”. “Draw up a chair and reap your reward for all your efforts this morning.” We all sat round pouring honey and eating. Rebecca spilt some on her chin and it started to drip down to her chest. She untied her night-dress. “Simon come and be useful. Every drop mind.” She giggled as he slurped. “Hey that tickles.” After we were sated and sat round the table drinking coffee I raised Simon’s problems. At the end Simon added he had another, he’d been saving himself for whoever he married, he wasn’t totally against sex outside marriage but had thought that it would be nice to have intercourse with whoever he eventually married first. “So, there’s still time for us to get married, we’ll talk about it when you get your degree.” Replied Rebecca.

“So basically Simon has nowhere to live, no money left for food and books but has paid his tuition fees for this year correct?” stated Melanie.

“But he’s not totally useless as he proved this morning.” Rebecca and I exchanges glances then looked at Simon in his baby doll night-dress. “Stop looking at me like that, and where are my real clothes?” “Clothes?” asked Rebecca with a look of innocence. “Oh those rags from last night. I put them in the washer last night but haven’t dried them yet. Anyway I think you look sweet dressed like that.”

“Well if someone doesn’t mind sharing their room I suppose he could live here?” proposed Tracy. “Well he shared my bed last night and I have got the double bath en-suite.” I replied. “I suppose he could share my text books since we are doing the same courses most of the time.” Volunteered Bec. Melanie looked thoughtful. “I get serviced three times a week?” Simon looked aghast. “Simon she is the one with the money so we really should accommodate her wishes.” “Desires.” restated Rebecca in an earthy voice. “And we could pay him $3 per session when we get an orgasm.” She continued. “But I thought you missed this morning.” “Precisely, he’ll have to improve if he wants any beer money won’t he?” she smiled sweetly at him. “Oh and he gets to do the ironing.” I took out $5 from my purse and handed it across to Simon. He looked taken back. “I can’t take that it’s degrading I’d feel like a prostitute.” “But you accepted the pancakes this morning as a reward and you haven’t any money. I don’t think you have any choice.” “MyGod are we like really doing this for real?” blurted out Tracy.

“No he has a choice. Either he goes home and tells his parents he’s blown all his money in the first three weeks then hangs himself or he lives here and pampers us. At least that way he gets to stay at the University and get a chance at his degree. I mean how many female students do you know who lap dance their way through University? He blew it and now he has to pay.” God Rebecca can be so hard at times. I leant across and gave him a kiss on the butt tucking the $5 bill in his panties patting his butt at the same time. “Hey it’s not so bad Simon at least you have a solution. I’ll take the change in kind later on.”

“So” Melanie started “He’s at our beck and call, he sleeps in Karen’s bed, services me at least three times a week Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Karen twice?” I nodded, “Tuesday and Saturday? Rebecca twice?” another nod “Thursday, Saturday?” “Oh does that mean he’s free on Sunday?” blurted Tracy. “I was thinking for leaving the Sabbath as a day of rest?” “Oh but I’m going to miss Mike so much. Each Sunday after we had gone to church we’d sneak up to my room and spend the afternoon just, just” Tracy was bright red. “Why not after church each Sunday it is” capitulated Simon “but I get exempted from church.” He added hopefully. “No way, it will be good for your soul, you can escort Tracy to church on Sundays.” “And he can act as my escort when I fancy a meal out.” “We might have to buy him some appropriate clothes.” I found myself saying “Hey now that’s an idea let’s get dressed up this evening and celebrate.” Rebecca smiled. “What are we celebrating?” Simon looked puzzled. “Why having saved you from death’s door silly. Karen won’t mind cooking something special in fact I suspect she’s probably got a few things in the freezer already, and you can serve in a proper waiter’s outfit, a tuxedo.” “But I don’t own a Tuxedo”, “don’t worry so much I’m sure I have a little something Karen purchased for me for Halloween upstairs.” Rebecca smiled sweetly once more. I thought and then I remembered, I just dissolved in a fit of giggles.

“But I’m not certain I can keep all four of you satisfied.” “Oh no need to worry, that’s all taken care of or it will be in the near future. So the last remaining thing is how Simon works out as a waiter this evening.” Melanie looked round “Carried then?” we all nodded, “meeting closed.” Melanie rose and walked slowly from the room.

Rebecca and I looked at Tracy. “Well if there’s some going I want my share” she said defensively.

Simon and I took the van and hit the supermarket. Then we came back and got started in the kitchen. Cooking is much easier with someone else to peel the spuds, carrots, even I cried when Simon started on the onions. I’d just got everything in for a big batch freezer cook when Bec came by and carried him off to do the ironing. I called out after her to get him to iron my briefs that were in my drawers. Well normally I wouldn’t bother because no one sees them but the thought of Simon blushing his way through them warmed me inside.

I was sat curled up in one of the chairs listening to some music on the headphones with one of my textbooks when Simon finally came up from the basement having done his ironing. The poor boy looked as if he had been working hard so I made us both a cup of coffee. He joined me in another chair with one of Bec’s engineering books.

After twenty minutes or so I went upstairs and got changed. I brought out underwear set that someone had given me as a birthday gag, you know the black silk seamed stockings, garter belt and those panties, the sort that have a split down the front and up the back. The bra is a bit skimpy just enough material to give support underneath but not enough to cover my nipples. Then I covered it up with a tee shirt with a rather nice scooped neck line, a skirt, a little flared pleated number, Bec and I have been talking whilst Simon was ironing and we both thought it would be fun to tease Simon. I even put on a pair of 2 and a half-inch heels just to show my butt off a bit better. Then I took up the feather duster and drifted around downstairs. Stretching up to dust a top shelf here, bending over to adjust some ornaments here, rearrange a few books there. Rebecca had changed into a short dress with long sleeves, the type that if you reach up the skirt lifts up as well and she gave me a hand moving some books from the bottom shelf to the top and some from the top to the bottom. I could see from the corner of my eye that Simon was having real trouble concentrating on his books. This was fun. I heard a key in the door. “Hi guys”, Tracy had come back from her walk. She bent over Simon and gave him a buzz on the cheek. “Why Simon I’d no idea you were so pleased to see me.” She said groping the poor boy, “Come on upstairs I won’t be cruel and keep you waiting until tomorrow, besides I want to see just how good you are.” She took him by the hand and carried him off upstairs. “Now don’t forget I get really turned on by…” The voice faded away as they climbed the stairs.

“Spoil sport.” “I bet she didn’t even realise we had been teasing him.” “Are those sheer panties new then?” “Yes Calvin Klein. Do you like them?” She lifted the back of her dress to show me the backs of her new thongs. “I wasn’t sure at first when I tried them on but Simon seemed to like them. What about your slut outfit of the day. I can’t believe you ever brought that ensemble.” “Well no Stephanie brought them for me for my birthday.” “and you let her get away with that?” “Well no I helped her baby sister buy her Christmas present. A vibrator with accessories and told her sister it was just what she needed to relax her muscles after horse riding.” “And she believed you?” “Best yet was I was there Christmas morning when she opened it in front of her family. She went so red. Then OhMyGod her Great Aunt asked her for a closer look.”

Just then the doorbell rang “Four parcels COD.” “How much?” “four at $1,700 each that’s $4,000 no, $6,000 no, $8,000 in total no let’s just say $1,700 each.” I took a look at them, one was for Melanie, one for me, one for Tracy and finally one for Rebecca. I called Melanie on her mobile and was reassured it was OK and the money was in her black leather handbag in her room. “Come in I’ll just have to run and get my handbag.” I went upstairs and grabbed the black leather handbag and brought it down. I sat down at the coffee table and motioned the driver to take a seat opposite. I reached in and took out a bundle of notes. “How much did you say?” “Haven’t you got a credit card?” “No daddy doesn’t trust me with one.” “Well I can’t possibly take that much money.” Rebecca came over and tweaked my nipples. “There now” she turned to the driver “don’t you think that blouse looks better when her nipples are hard?” “I’m sure I couldn’t say.” She sat down in the low chair besides me, crossed her legs and then recrossed them the other way. “Quite sure we can’t pay you Cash on Delivery in Cash?” The driver acquiesced “Come and help me count out this money.” So we sat opposite the UPS driver Rebecca uncrossed her legs and we counted out four stacks of $1,700 each one. We both took care to let our legs part just the tiniest fraction. We watched as the driver mopped his brow then recounted the money. “This isn’t normal you know having to accept this much cash but I’ll take it just this once.” “Thank you.” We replied. Rebecca stood up and stretched arms high above her head. “Let me let you out. Sorry it took us such a long time to count out the money.” We dissolved in giggles the moment he was through the door. “Have you noticed how low chairs and high heels seem almost designed to display panties.” We collapsed in giggles again.

We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around. I stirred a couple of things in the kitchen from time to time but I’d done nothing too complicated. I took a couple of bottles of a German Hock from the case and put them in the fridge to cool. Around seven Rebecca thought we ought to go and get changed. She put her head round Tracy’s room and called to Simon it was time for him to come and get changed.

“No way am I wearing that.” “Karen come and help me coax Simon into getting changed.” I walked into Karen’s room to find she had laid out the skimpy waitress Halloween costume on the bed. Simon was backing out through the door. I caught him from behind and usher him in closing the door behind him. “Now Simon you really have to do this. Melanie expects, and basically sweetie Melanie holds the purse strings round here. It’ll be fun. It might be a tiny bit humiliating but only in front of the four of us. Common honey.” I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him, it felt different, sort of tickled. He still looked mutinous. I ran my fingers through his beard, I felt him waver. “Please Simon” Rebecca begged. “How about do this for us and we’ll do whatever you like for an hour, both of us, really.” I threw her a look, I wasn’t sure about getting committed like this. “I suppose so.” I gave him another kiss and Rebecca did as well. Then we took off the few clothes he still had on. She looked at me. “Hand over your underwear.” “What?” “Well he needs black stockings for the proper look and I haven’t any.” I unzipped my skirt and it pooled on the ground at my feet. Then I put one leg up on her bed side chair, unhooked the stocking and rolled the first one off carefully. Rebecca took the stocking and carefully rolled it up Simon’s leg. I unhooked the garter belt and Rebecca hooked it up round Simon’s hips before attaching the first stocking. I carefully rolled the other down my other leg, then rolled the still warm stocking up Simon’s other leg. “Service for you sir, pre-warmed stockings.” I ran my fingers up from the knee to ease any wrinkles out, it seemed to ease Simon’s blood up to his penis as well. “How am I going to get a thong over that?” I took off my crotchless panties, and slid them up his legs popping his erection through the slit.

“And now the very latest in hi-tech falsies.” Rebecca opened the box that Melanie had dropped off a little while before on returning from her shopping trip. We read the instructions, first apply adhesive to circles and apply round the nipples. The circles were quite big and split into two portions. Then very lightly apply electrode grease taking care to keep it on each nipple and the other electrode in the second portion of the circle. Hi tech indeed. Then verify battery charge by inspecting flashing green led. Next attach the breast forms with Velcro on the circles. Finally support weight with bra. Verify by cupping the breasts and stroking the nipple lightly. I picked up Rebecca’s corset and laced up the back not too tightly but enough to give good support. The breasts looked quite good through the thin material of the top of cups. Then I cupped them as suggested from behind Simon and heard his intake of breath as I gently brushed the nipples with my thumbs. “Yes well I think that’s working.” said Simon. “Oh what’s it feel like then?” “Very sensitive almost as if I had real breasts, and when you stroke my nipples I find it arousing.” “Oh good.” Next came the stiff layer petticoat and then we slid the dress over his head. Finally tying a lace apron round his waist and helping him step into the black three-inch heels.

The perfect French Maid. Well not quite perfect he needed a few finishing touches. First a blonde wig, carefully brushed into shape then a little powdering, a pair of false eye lashes, mascara, eye shadow, I got all the lip sticks I’d been given over the last five years for Christmas out. You know all the shades that aren’t quite me and we chose one for Simon, then a touch of lip-gloss over the top. Simon’s butt stuck out nicely, then I was inspired, the final finishing touch. I took a small butt plug and oiled it lightly then attached a bunch of feathers to the end almost like a small feather duster. I eased it in without Simon seeing too much. Then quickly Rebecca and I changed into our long dresses and escorted our new maid downstairs where Tracy and Melanie were waiting already with a glass of sherry. Simon poured us one out and Tracy whipped out a camera.

Simon looked taken back. “You can’t get that on printed at Wal-Mart.” “I don’t need to silly it’s an electronic one you just take the memory card out and put it in computer.” Melanie goosed him. “You know I’ve always wanted to do that. Turn round Simon let me admire you. I never thought you’d make such a good maid. Do you think we ought to keep him as a maid all the time.” Rebecca looked at Simon sideways. He was frowning but I noticed he was getting sexually aroused. Thank god it’s not quite so obvious when I get aroused I thought. “Maybe that would be too hard on him. But for special occasions.” “What’s in those mysterious brown boxes with our names on?” Demanded Tracy “Just a gadget for you to play with.” “Can I open mine now?” “Later Tracy, but I promise you, you can be the very first to try it out in front of us all after coffee.” “Oh I can’t wait. I’ve always loved surprises, especially expensive ones.” Simon served the baked trout with lemon, we let him eat his with us after he had served the others first. I thought about broiling or grilling them but thought it would take too much time in the kitchen. We followed that with a casserole and finally a chocolate sponge filled with whipped cream I’d made earlier in the day.

Simon served coffee with cream, I thought about pulling his dress down and creaming his nipples and then licking them clean but though maybe not the first time he waits on us. I did lean forward though when I spoke to him to make sure he got the full effect of my cleavage. I thought the mixture of the plunge neckline and my new push up bar did a pretty good job. I only found out later that Simon preferred me bra less. He likes to feel and see my nipples stand out when I wear a silk top and worries about how I can breath properly in a push up bra. He’s so sweet sometimes. After coffee we wondered into the family room and sat down. Melanie commanded Simon to bring Tracy’s package. She does the royal command bit so well. Simon dutifully brought the package and Tracy unwrapped it.

Eventually she finished with what looked like a half log with a hole in the top. “What do I do with it?” “Sit on it?” I guessed. “Not quite, you sit astride it. It’s a Sybian isn’t it?” Rebecca asked Melanie. “Yes, have you seen one before?” “No but I’ve heard tales. Now I understand why Simon might be enough.” “Well I thought we might start to get a hormonal problem with four girls living together and I saw an ad that offered them COD.” “I know you thought what the heck its only cash.” Melanie dimpled, “How well you understand me.” Tracy hitched up her long skirts and sat astride the half log. “Like this? Do we race them to see who comes in first?” She asked. “Nearly.” replied Melanie. “Simon, could you dig in the rest of the packaging and you should find some attachments. I think the smallest one first. Hop off a second Tracy whilst Simon puts it together for you.” “ Yes, Mam.” Simon pulled what looked like a dildo and attached it to the top of the log. “There should be some lubricant to wipe on.” Simon wiped the attachment with the lubricant. “Now Tracy get stride again and lower yourself onto the cock.” “But I can’t” wailed Tracy. “Common Tracy you can’t look any worst than I at the moment.” Encouraged Simon “You ride this one and I’ll screw you tonight just before bed time as a special treat.” “What girl can refuse an offer like that. OK.” Simon walked round and unzipped her full-length dress down the back and she stepped out of it. Clad only in a garter belt, stockings and a thong. “Stockings Tracy?” Asked Melanie. “Well I noticed that Simon got aroused when Karen was wearing them earlier so I thought he might like them on me.” Tracy answered defensively.

Simon stood behind her and placed his arms round her waist. Then he guided her to the Sybian. Tracy lowered herself slowly and I picked up the control setting it to a non-threatening slow vibrate and a minimum thrust. Simon started to nibble the back of Tracy’s neck and let his hands slip upwards to cup her breasts. I was starting to feel rather warm, have you noticed after a big meal you do sometimes? I felt a hand slid behind my back. “Um you look warm girl, want to tease Simon a bit more?” “Well we could do but wouldn’t that be a bit cruel, I mean we don’t want to overdo it do we?” “Don’t we?” Sometimes I just fall in with Rebecca's plans I really don’t think things through, I trust her, you would have thought I’d learnt by now. “OK” “Stand up a moment.” I did as Rebecca bid me. She stood behind me and slipped her hands onto my hips then whispered in my ear. “Doesn’t it make you hot to look at Tracy being fucked by a machine whilst Simon, our Simon nibbles the back of her neck like this?” I felt her teeth graze over my skin, “Or would you prefer this?” She sucked my ear lobe into her mouth. I melted and stepped back into her. Her hands came up and covered my breasts. Her tongue licked the back of my neck. She stepped back and I felt my long back zipper being undone, my bra was unhooked, then I had stepped out of my dress and was being pulled down to the sofa. Her fingers were doing delicious things to my breasts I felt a finger draw tiny circles over the embroidery on the front of my thong. I started counting left breast one hand, right breast second hand, briefs third hand, I looked up to see Melanie smiling at me. “I just thought Simon would like to see your facial expressions when I drew little circles with my finger on your briefs. My you don’t shave do you. Do you realise its tickling my fingers?” I didn’t know whom was being teased but I had this feeling that Simon wasn’t the only one. My fingers found the remote control and I increased the thrusting movement into Tracy’s pussy a notch. I closed my eyes and just let the hands wonder over me. When I opened them occasionally I could see I had Simon’s full attention even though he was caressing Tracy. I closed my eyes once more and just relaxed almost falling asleep.

“OhMyGod!” Tracy gasped, her nipples suddenly stood proud. “I guess that’s what an orgasm is, and to think all this time I never knew. Help me off Simon just help me off. It just seems to go on and on.” Mine sort of lasted 2 minutes if I was lucky, Simon I thought was great at 10 minutes but this, My Oh My, thank you Melanie. She turned to Simon “I’ll take a rain cheque for tonight if I may. In fact I think I’m ready for bed.” Rebecca arched her brows. “10 minutes only Simon, what is this premature ejaculation? I can see I’ll have to supervise you more closely with young Tracy. Not giving her full measure now are we?” Simon looked sheepish. I felt let down. There was I building up to what should have been when Tracy got there first. I should have kept the control on slow.

Simon came forward and took Rebecca and myself by the hand. “We have some unfinished business don’t we ladies?” “Not before you have unpacked and set up my Sybian in my room I trust. I’d like the second largest probe on it please. After that you may set up Rebecca’s and Karen’s.” Melanie had spoken. Simon carried the boxes upstairs, setting up Melanie’s first then setting up ours in my room. He closed the door behind him. “Now ladies the next sixty minutes are mine I believe” I didn’t like the sound of that at all. I mean Simon being firm, this was not the Simon I had come to love and trample over. Bec and I exchanged glances. “First I think we’ll warm you up with ten minutes on the Sybians here. On you get.” We mounted, Simon turned them both on at a low setting. I was becoming flushed once more when the rat switched me off and led me to the bed, he pulled back the covers. God I was ready for him, was it going to be his tongue or his penis inside me I wondered. I stretched out on the bed and quietly fingered myself. Simon went back for Rebecca and switched her off as well. “Meanie just as I was getting used to it.” She pouted. He led her back to me and pointed to my crotch. “Eat her out please.” “What!” “What did you say?” I suddenly woke up. “Eat her out please.” “Rebecca what did you have to say we would do whatever he said for an hour for?” “No way.” “Oh I don’t know all I know is I need someone to eat me out, as Simon puts it, desperately.” “OhMyGod but you like tell absolutely no one alright?” “Anything, just get munching.”

Rebecca started at my knees and worked her way up. Her kisses, nibbles and caresses were gentler than any boys but she seemed to have a much better idea of where my sensitive spots were. She also knew not to lick my clitoris directly, not that I needed much stimulation anyway after what had happened so far this evening. I can still remember the feel of those last few strokes of her tongue.

“Hey that was good. I’ve always had a fantasy about watching two girls. Now I want you to give me a blow job Rebecca.” “But I don’t know how.” “Come here Simon and I’ll show Rebecca how to do it.” I took Simon’s member in my hand and gently ran the tip of my tongue over his glans. Then I cupped his balls and licked them. Soon he was hard again. I ran my tongue the full length for his penis then took him in my mouth. After a couple of minutes I came up for air. “Want to try?” “Well I don’t know.” “Please.” Came from Simon. Rebecca beckoned him across and gingerly plied her tongue. Somehow Simon didn’t seem to mind her amateurish efforts but guided her to what he enjoyed the most. Bec came up for air and gave Simon a slow hand job whilst she caught her breath. “How come you’re such an expert then?” “I was talking to Jennifer about it about how it sounded so yuck and she said it wasn’t really with the right boy. So she said she’d show me. So I had lessons from her using her brother as the life sized model.” “OhGod and you never told me.” “Hey woman back to work.” “Yes, oh Master, but just remember you’d only got twenty minutes of fantasy domination left so enjoy them.” With that she returned to Simon’s blow-job.

I rolled across the bed and buzzed Simon on his cheek. “So is life worth living after Alison?” “Alison who’s Alison.” I kissed his nose, forehead and other bits that I could reach, caressing his head, neck, chest with my fingers, Simon sort of stiffened then relaxed. “Thank you, I’d always wondered what it would be like.” I held my arms out to Rebecca. “Come and have a hug.” “It wasn’t too bad actually, I think I see what Jennifer meant when she said it wasn’t really yuck with the right boy.” She turned to Simon “but don’t you start getting too many ideas.” “I think there’s time for just one more.” Oh dear I had a sense of impending doom and to think I thought boys didn’t have many ideas. “Karen I’d like you to eat Rebecca out whilst I fondle her breasts.” “Karen next time I start to say something really stupid stop me.” “Yes Mistress. Now would Mistress Rebecca like to part her legs for me?” “No.” But she did slowly anyway. I’d always wondered what it would feel like to lick someone’s slit and clitoris. I ran my hands across her thighs doing the sort of things that had turned me on in the past. I looked up to see Simon frenching Rebecca besides paying her breasts attention as well. I think we were a good fifteen minutes over time when Rebecca finally came. I could sense when she was getting close and almost broke off and said time up but I was restrained. I wasn’t sure if she would ever speak to me again if I did.

Life settled down into a routine once more. Mr. Sturgeon dropped by with a set of papers for Simon, I checked with my copy, the same as ours but a different address. I noticed that Simon seem to quite often sport an erection first thing in the morning. It seemed such a waste not to use it so I got into the habit of waking up a little before Simon and masturbating until I was lovely and wet then nibbling the end of his penis to wake him up. As soon as he grew hard I’d slip him into me. I know I was only guaranteed three services a week but provided the others didn’t lose out it seemed a shame not to grant him a little pleasure in life. Especially when he was so polite, using please and saying thank you. I really enjoyed wearing ironed blouses and panties. Sometimes I’d stop during the day and just imagine Simon easing the creases out and smoothing the panties I was wearing.

I noticed a changed Alison around the bar. She wasn’t hanging out with red sports car Richard any more but rather with one of the frat houses, the Grots. Her clothes had changed as well she was dressed in a much more tramp-like way these days. I asked Melanie what the gossip was, since she seemed to know more about what was going on than anyone else, about it. Apparently she’d had a change of fortune, Daddy had run off with the contents of his company’s bank account, safe and 19 year old bimbo secretary leaving behind a bankrupt company and an upset mummy. Her parent’s home had been used as collateral for the business so it looked like mummy was going to lose that. Allison’s rent cheque had bounced; the landlord had been a bit slow paying it in. Partially because her apartment had been brought by a new land lord and it had got lost in the legal process. Now the new landlord’s agent was pressing for his rent. On hearing Allison’s sob story had mentioned that if she was interested he had a few contacts for her to do some pole dancing at the weekend out of town which paid quite well.

She’d agreed and had been offered a free ride, on the Friday a black limo had picked her up and driven her out of town to a club called the Blue Lagoon. Once there she’d tried her hand at the wet tee shirt contest but hadn’t won, then some sort of obscene bicycle race, she’d lost that as well. The pole dancing only paid $5 a dance and she had heard about girls earning $300 in a night so was feeling a bit peeved. Then someone called Trish had suggested she try lap dancing one on one, the first few seemed to go well. She danced naked pushed her naked breasts close to the guy’s nose a couple of times but that was the sum of it and at $10 a dance it paid better than the pole. At the Blue Lagoon the clientele seemed to be split into two parts, one section was what she had always imagined a bar would be like and the other had white table clothes and seemed to be eating haute cuisine. She’d asked Trish about it and was told that Jean-Pierre the chef had decided to start cooking haute cuisine again and thus they attracted some very up market clientele. One of which she discreetly pointed out to Alison. He was being wined and dined because he was an important business contact. Trish had been approached about getting him a very special lap dance one where the lap dancer took his finger and danced so that it slipped inside her. If Alison wasn’t interest she was sure Joanna would be and in the $200 cash bonus that went with it. Trish had explained to her all you had to do was get the client to hold his finger out in front of him and the lower yourself onto it. Mind you it helped if you were moist first.

So Alison had been feeling well pleased with herself when she came back on Sunday evening. The next weekend she and Richard had gone to a Vicars and Tarts party that Richard had arranged. He’d borrowed the Grots party room since their football team was playing an away game that weekend. He’d even told her not to worry about money, he’d arranged some new accommodation for her. At midnight she found out what it was. Richard and his friends left, Richard saying his father had recognised her when Richard had shown him her photograph as the girl who had performed on stage with a string of pearls stuffed up her cunt, and then stuffed his finger up there as well. On top of which he’d been told that she’d had a boy living in her room for three weeks before meeting him and he didn’t appreciate everyone else fucking her especially when she played little Miss Innocent when he was around, in other words he wasn’t getting any when everyone else was.

His parting words were “The stripper’s in here boys, she might act a bit coy at first. By the way your things are downstairs by the front door. Welcome to your new home.” The football team and supporters had started celebrating their victory on the way home. They were ready to continue. Richard had arranged that she should live at the Grots frat house being passed from bed to bed. The Grots had generously decided she could be the official Grot slut but she made $1 extra per blow job or fuck after the first per day which paid for her board and lodging.

I looked at Melanie, “Melanie dear your source of information won’t have been the driver of a black limo by chance, who just happened to have a few useful contacts?” “Well yes, he wanted to come over and visit Veronica anyway. Mind you if you think about it it’s only the same deal that Simon has, food and accommodation in return for sexual favours.” Somehow it didn’t seem quite the same to me but I thought I’d just keep quiet. I reflected on how important a girl’s reputation was. Then I was struck by a thought. “Melanie” I asked “Why was daddy’s company about to go bankrupt?” “I’m not sure I heard something about a full tax audit.” “Melanie?” “Well Ok. I just happened to walk into the tax office in a blonde wig, dark glasses, high heels and a short summer dress and handed over a plain brown envelope to the receptionist with the words that Allison’s father had asked me to pass it to Mr. Granger, was he the manager?” “You didn’t?” “I did and it was one of Allison’s dad’s company’s envelopes as well.” “Let me guess stuffed with notes?” She looked thoughtful for a moment then looked at me. “Only a few dozen used ones sort of a mixture of $5s and $10s.” “I can’t think why they decided to do an audit?” “I can’t think why either.”

Time drifted by. I found that the sessions with the Sybian seemed to help me achieve an orgasm faster with Simon and more of them. Even at $3 each they were beginning to add up. Still Simon used some of the money to buy us bunches of flowers from time to time which was a nice touch and I really didn’t begrudge him, he earnt every cent.

Then Simon dropped his bombshell. Shelly, his sister, was thinking of coming to our University. She wanted to come up have a look round and his parents wanted to come as well. “So?” asked Rebecca. “Well I’m not sure how they’ll take it with me sharing a house with four girls.” “I hardly think you can ask us to have a sex change operation to accommodate your less than broad minded parents.” “Children please. I have an idea.” The others turned to look at me. “Tracy go and kiss Melanie on the lips please.” Tracy looked at me then did as I had bid. Melanie suddenly clicked, “Might work. I think it had better be my mother don’t you think?” Simon looked puzzled. “What’s the idea?” “Well my mother flipped when she knew I was living with a boy.” “She did, but would have flipped even more if she thought I was sleeping with a girl.” “Oh but I thought you said she was very understanding and kept giving all sorts of books about sex and stuff.” Questioned Tracy. Rebecca looked at Tracy “If we pretend that Karen and I are lovers and that you and Melanie are lovers then when Simon’s parents come Melanie can say how wonderful Simon is by living with her so that her mother only flipped once and not twice as she would have done if she thought Melanie was gay.” “Oh got it now.” “Now then for the weekend when they come I suggest that we give them Karen’s room, Karen sleeps with Rebecca and Tracy sleeps in my room leaving Simon to sleep in Tracy’s room.” “Shelly on the family room sofa?” asked Simon. “Can’t I stay in my room if Simon is sleeping there?” “One tracked mind, no it will look better if you don’t.” “Which weekend Simon?” “Best be as soon as possible otherwise it looks like we have something to hide.”

The great day arrived. I’d stripped all my underwear out of my room and moved it to Rebecca’s but we decided to leave the long dresses in Simon’s room, because there was more room there and I didn’t want to crush them. The doorbell rang so we let Simon go and answer it. Introductions were made and greetings were exchanged. Rebecca gave me a kiss on the cheek and the play commenced. Melanie kissed Simon’s mother on the cheek and announced “I’m so pleased to meet you at last.” Simon’s mother’s eyebrows rose. “Well my parents are so behind the times. If I told them I was living with Tracy they’d flip but by accepting me living with Simon they think they are so liberated. Besides which I wanted to tell you how impressed I am with him doing the ironing and helping in the kitchen. You must have trained him well.” His father spoke “Simon my son, this is a surprise. A side of you we must see more often at home.” Simon threw a look at Melanie that promised retribution later. I thought I’d better show them to their room and get them a cup of coffee before too many things were said.

I led them upstairs, I felt his father’s eyes on my butt but fortunately I was wearing jeans again rather than the skirts I’d affected for Simon’s benefit. Simon’s mother looked round my room. “I don’t remember in my young days as a student having anything quite as nice as this. How do you afford it?” “Melanie’s the one with money, she actually brought the house and we sort of just split the bills. I think she was advised that four bed roomed house prices were depressed at the moment so she spent her legacy on this one and is hoping prices improve when she graduates in four years time.” “So Simon helps with the bills? They must be quite high for a house this size” “I’m not sure. I think she wanted to throw her mother off the track so that’s how he came to live here with us.” “Which is Alison did you say?” “I think she was a girl he was sweet on when I first knew him but she’s history now.” I crossed my fingers behind my back. “But if I were you I’d talk to Rebecca she has a few courses with Simon so probably knows more what he’s been up to than I would.” His parents looked thoughtful. “I’ll leave you to it. If you want anything we probably haven’t got it but if we have just ask. I’m afraid the dresses in the closet are mine, Simon doesn’t seem to mind them hanging there and the house is a bit short of closet room.” I scurried out and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

I saw Bec “They’re asking a lot of questions.” “Don’t worry we’ll just have to throw them off then won’t we.” We heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Bec came over and kissed me full on the lips, I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt her arms around my neck. Her leg slipped between mine her pubic bone ground into my hip, her hip ground into my pubic bone. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.” We broke away flushed. “Oh dear.” said Bec “I don’t suppose you ever thought your son would be living with a group of lesbians, I’m sorry but she’s so tasty. Now then let’s get you a cup of tea or was it coffee.”

After coffee Tracy asked if anyone could drive her down to the mall because she wasn’t very comfortable parking the van. Simon’s dad volunteered and his mum decided to go along for the ride. Melanie looked up, “I think I’ve run out of eye makeup do you mind if I tag along?” Tracy smiled sweetly at Simon “I think some of the shopping might be heavy.” Simon took his cue. “Really and you’d like me to tag along to carry things?” “Simon you know me so well.” She turned to Simon’s mother. “He’s so sweet. He escorts me to church every Sunday morning then pampers me for the rest of the day. You must miss not having it around the house.” Shelly’s jaw dropped. She waited until everyone had left then turned on Becky and I.

“Did I hear right Simon going to church every Sunday? Simon doing the ironing? Simon washing up? We are talking about the same person here, Simon my brother whom I’ve never known look at an iron or a washing up brush before in his life or at least the eighteen years I’ve known him.” She cocked her head and looked at Bec. “You like him.” She accused. Bec blushed a little. “You like him a lot.” Bec blushed a little more. “You like him more than a lot.” Bec was growing quite pink now. “He doesn’t know does he?” Bec was growing a deeper shade of pink. “Something’s going on here and I want to know what. What happened to Alison?” I exchanged glances. “What do you think of the university so far?” “You’re changing the subject but it’s OK. The civil engineering course looks not too bad, it’s what I want to do, but I’m not sure I can afford to live away from home so I might end up studying primary school teaching at the local college near home.” “I suppose we’d better tell you all but you’re sworn to secrecy.” “Maybe if you make it worth my while.” “Come upstairs and all will be revealed.” I led the way into Rebecca’s room and sat down in the reading chair. Bec walked across the room and took out a plastic bag containing a fresh Sybian probe. She carefully applied some lubrication then placed it on my Sybian, which we had moved into her room to avoid comment. “Sit down.” “What on that?” “Yes please, you’ll find it easier if you take your panties off first.” “Why and what is it?” “It’s part of the answer and you won’t get any more out of us until you do.” I spoke up. “Please do, it won’t hurt you it’s just a way of ensuring it’s worth your while to stay silent.” Shelly gently lowered herself onto the probe. “It’s a bit cool.” I turned it on, on its very lowest settings. “Now then who is going to start confessing.”

How should I start? Where should I start. I started with Alison and continued to the fateful night when Simon had got drunk and we’d brought him home. Shelly was surprised when she found out that Simon normally slept in my bed. Rebecca mentioned what had happened to Alison and that’s when I realised Allison’s old address and the address I’d seen on Simon’s papers were the same. I thought Melanie hadn’t told me everything. I shook my head in admiration. God that girl was good.

Shelly looked shocked when she found out what Simon did for beer money. “You mean like he services you all? Even Tracy?” We nodded. “OhMyGod my brother, the gigolo. Is he any good?” Bec interrupted “He’s getting better.” “You know I paid him $27 last week.” I commented “Twenty seven, that’s 9 sessions a week plus the others?” “Well he gets hard first thing in the morning and it would be a waste not to make use of him.” Shelly looked shocked in the way that only an innocent eighteen-year-old who likes to think of herself as being broad minded can. Whilst she was still in shock I turned the Sybian up a notch. She started to get a glazed look about her eyes. “To think my brother who always swore the first girl he bedded would be the girl he married could end up like this.” “Well I haven’t completely turned him down yet. I’m still not completely sure about him. I mean I wanted him to experience one or two others first then I know he’ll be happy being faithful to me. He needs his horizons expanding in fact I think all the practise is improving his performance. Besides which if it hadn’t been for Karen’s soft heart I don’t think I would have brought him home that night so she deserves some reward.”

Interesting I thought. Shelly needed distracting so I turned the controls up. God she was loud anyone would think she hadn’t had a multiple orgasm before. Rebecca and I lifted the poor girl off. She looked shattered. “God that was really something.” She paused “I think I’ve got three dollars in my purse.” she started hesitantly. “Do you think I could try Simon out as well?” Incest I thought. Well I suppose if she did we won’t have to worry about her talking to mummy and daddy would we. “I mean it’s always been a fantasy to have my cherry taken by him and from what I hear he sounds like he might be more fun that getting drunk and losing it in the back seat somewhere, besides which mother’s been making take the pill ever since I was thirteen just in case. I want some case now please.” I looked at Rebecca, “Well she has to lose it some time and you have to confess Simon is quite a considerate lover, and you did say you wanted to expand his horizons.” “OhMyGod it’s like unreal. Are you really still a virgin?” “Yes well you don’t meet the right sort of people going to church all the time.” “We could do a tiny bit of fancy dress.” Rebecca caught on immediately. “The virginal white touch?” I nodded. “White stockings, garter belt, the white sheer thong with the side ties, the matching sheer third cup white bra.” “Over your white unbuttons all the way down the front dress, the one that needs a slip under it to look decent.” “Touch of rouge on her nipples.” “God we’ll do it.”

Rebecca turned to Shelly. “First we have to get rid of everyone tonight.” “Oh that’s easy there’s a live ballet performance of the Nutcracker Suite downtown mother would love to see it and dad would as well.” I picked up the phone. “Melanie, could you pull the spare tickets for the Nutcracker Suite trick for tonight and get Simon’s parents out of the way?” “Well I could try but Simon’s dad’s already brought them. He thought he’d treat his wife whilst they are in the big city. I brought some for Tracy and I but Simon wasn’t interested. Want some? I could go back and get some more?” I assured her I didn’t and that Rebecca and Shelly would pass as well.

After tea, everyone went off. Shelly waved her parents good bye then turned and went upstairs to get ready. We let Simon do the washing up then Rebecca and I took him by the hand, one each and led him upstairs. “But what happens if Shelly hears?” “Oh don’t be such a worry pot. It’ll be OK.” We led him into Rebecca’s room and sat him on the bed. “We’ve changed the rules a bit.” “What do you mean changed the rules a bit?” “Shelly wants to feel the difference between a Sybian and a live male. She’s already tried out the Sybian now she wants an orgasm and you’re going to give her one.” “What!” Shelly entered the room dressed in white. “Hi Simon, playtime.” She smiled. “No way. This is incest.” “So?” “Now Simon stop being selfish. Would you want your sister to lose her virginity drunk in the back seat of a car or at the hands of the first STD infected male who comes along?” “No.” “Well the girl is curious and we think you ought to help her.” “But not my sister.” “Why what’s wrong with her?” “Nothing.” “There you are then here we have a young beautiful virgin” here Rebecca unbuttoned the white dress. “One pair of ripe young breasts.” Shelly could see Simon was tempted “Simon it’s always been one of my fantasies to seduce my big handsome brother.” “And you’ve always been one of mine Shelly but that doesn’t make it right.” “Oh if that’s all that’s bothering you I could blackmail you then you wouldn’t have to take responsibility now would you. I thought about running off some of those photographs that Tracy took, I’m certain your mother would love another picture of her handsome son.” Simon looked at me, I smiled sweetly back. “I could print a few off for Shelly as well if you like for her to hand round all her friends.” “Yes please they sound fun photos. Simon I hear you do have some expertise, I’d hate to be subject to some fumbling boy, it could be embarrassing if he and I both didn’t know what to do.”

Shelly gave a little wiggle that reminded me of Philippa my Aunt’s Siamese cat’s characteristic wiggle just before she pounced, and stepped out of her dress. It pooled at her feet. “Like the stockings Simon.” She asked huskily. She took his hand and ran it over her silk stockings. “Don’t you just love the feel of silk?” She moved his hand up over her stocking tops, “Does my skin feel silky as well?” She stroked her thong with his fingers, “Simon does that swelling mean you are finding me attractive? How’s does this feel Simon. How would you like to run your tongue over them Simon?” Simon’s hand moved to her hip, he gently tugged at her bow. The sheer white thong fell away from her leg, his hand moved to her other hip, he tugged again. She shrugged, the scrap of material fell away. She guided his hand back to her pubic hair. “Doesn’t it feel nice and soft Simon?” She stalked her prey, moving slowly towards him, closer and closer. She slid her hands round the back of his head and guided his head towards her pubic hair. “Tongue out Simon, show me how well you can find my…” Her voice died away. Rebecca and I guided her to the bed and lay her down. Simon’s hands clutched her hips, his face buried in her pubic hair. “God you weren’t kidding were you. He’s good. Very good. Oh My he’s good.” Rebecca looked at me and then at Shelly’s breasts, I shrugged, why not make a really intense experience. I paid attention to one, Rebecca the other. I’ve always been a believer of working in teams. I think that after a few minutes even Shelly could feel the benefits as well. I felt the beginnings of something deeper, “Everybody change” I called out “What?” came the spluttered reply from the bed then “OhMyGod” as Simon taking the hint plunged into his sister’s gushing waiting pussy. Rebecca and I did a five high over the moving mass of bodies below. “Another satisfied customer do you think Madam?” She asked me before we both collapsed on the floor giggling.