Dirty
“Jen!” Rachel called through my letterbox, “Can you let me in?”
I opened the door and let her in. Rachel was to be my new housemate.
But before I tell you about that, I would like to tell you how I ended up getting a new flatmate.
You see for the past six years, I had lived with my old boyfriend Kieron.
Kieron was a dashin g young chap who always made me smile, that’s what I loved most about him. He did on occasion have the odd temper tantrum which was
normally sorted out by making love.
After one year of being together I bought a house for us to share. Kieron and I were together for seven years in total and as we were and both successful people in our careers as well as social life, money was never an object. I personally also had a large inheritance from when my dad died in 2003. He was a banker and the pay-out meant if I didn’t want to work, I didn’t have to.
Before I continue, I must explain that I do work and haven’t just relied on my dad’s money that he left me to survive and buy items of luxury. The house is my only big purchase, I haven’t yet used any of the money left to me by him to buy a car and he died over ten years ago. I bought Kieron and me a three bedroom mid terrace house on a busy main street with parking on the road outside. Kieron did drive and he had a second hand car that was on its way out. Really he needed to get a new one, that thing was a death trap. Going back to what I was saying, the house is close to the town centre which added extra to the price, but it was my first home and to date, it has been worth every penny.
So you are probably wondering what we look like. I am 5’6” and Kieron is 6’2” so there is a big size difference. He also weighs quite a lot more than me which I like. I like to feel heavier men on top of me. I have always loved that feeling. At the time of this point in the story I weighed eight and a half stone and Kieron weighed twelve and a quarter stone. He is a giant compared to me but I loved him.
Kieron and I lived happily in the house together until Kieron’s last birthday a couple of months ago.
Kieron had just turned twenty five and I thought it would be fun to invite some of his friends round and help him celebrate. As I am ten years older than him, I thought it was a nice gesture to let him celebrate with his friends that are his own age instea d of my age.
Kieron’s best friend was Damian, who had brought along a date called Kate. Well I say a date but I’m going to cut to the chase and explain she looked like she was a slapper. Her denim shorts were revealing half of her arse and she had her tits almost popping out. I remember thinking all she needs is a street corner. She was good looking, with nice boobs and platinum blonde hair, I could respect that, but she didn’t have to flaunt herself at a house party when she has come with
someone . She was only nineteen and the same height as me but also a size smaller. I knew all the rest of Kieron’s friends and they all knew me, but Kate had all of Kieron’s friends and Kieron himself gawping all night.
I’d had enough of Kieron giving this slapper more attention than me.
“Stop staring at her tits” I whispered in Kieron’s ear and to my surprise, he did stop, turned to me and kissed my forehead. Kieron was at times quite loving. At other times he could be a prick. Either way to me the pro’s outweighed the cons.
A few hours went by and the alcohol was flowing through me at a rapid rate. I went to the toilet, washed my hands and went back downstairs. I noticed the clock on the mantelpiece said 1 am “I’m off to bed!” I sniffed at Kieron. “Keep the noise to a minimum.” I said goodnight to some of the people lingering around the bottom of my stairs and went to bed. I felt a bit sweaty down below so before getting undressed went across the landing to the bathroom again and wiped myself. I went back over the
“Jen!” Rachel called through my letterbox, “Can you let me in?”
I opened the door and let her in. Rachel was to be my new housemate.
But before I tell you about that, I would like to tell you how I ended up getting a new flatmate.
You see for the past six years, I had lived with my old boyfriend Kieron.
Kieron was a dashin g young chap who always made me smile, that’s what I loved most about him. He did on occasion have the odd temper tantrum which was
normally sorted out by making love.
After one year of being together I bought a house for us to share. Kieron and I were together for seven years in total and as we were and both successful people in our careers as well as social life, money was never an object. I personally also had a large inheritance from when my dad died in 2003. He was a banker and the pay-out meant if I didn’t want to work, I didn’t have to.
Before I continue, I must explain that I do work and haven’t just relied on my dad’s money that he left me to survive and buy items of luxury. The house is my only big purchase, I haven’t yet used any of the money left to me by him to buy a car and he died over ten years ago. I bought Kieron and me a three bedroom mid terrace house on a busy main street with parking on the road outside. Kieron did drive and he had a second hand car that was on its way out. Really he needed to get a new one, that thing was a death trap. Going back to what I was saying, the house is close to the town centre which added extra to the price, but it was my first home and to date, it has been worth every penny.
So you are probably wondering what we look like. I am 5’6” and Kieron is 6’2” so there is a big size difference. He also weighs quite a lot more than me which I like. I like to feel heavier men on top of me. I have always loved that feeling. At the time of this point in the story I weighed eight and a half stone and Kieron weighed twelve and a quarter stone. He is a giant compared to me but I loved him.
Kieron and I lived happily in the house together until Kieron’s last birthday a couple of months ago.
Kieron had just turned twenty five and I thought it would be fun to invite some of his friends round and help him celebrate. As I am ten years older than him, I thought it was a nice gesture to let him celebrate with his friends that are his own age instea d of my age.
Kieron’s best friend was Damian, who had brought along a date called Kate. Well I say a date but I’m going to cut to the chase and explain she looked like she was a slapper. Her denim shorts were revealing half of her arse and she had her tits almost popping out. I remember thinking all she needs is a street corner. She was good looking, with nice boobs and platinum blonde hair, I could respect that, but she didn’t have to flaunt herself at a house party when she has come with
someone . She was only nineteen and the same height as me but also a size smaller. I knew all the rest of Kieron’s friends and they all knew me, but Kate had all of Kieron’s friends and Kieron himself gawping all night.
I’d had enough of Kieron giving this slapper more attention than me.
“Stop staring at her tits” I whispered in Kieron’s ear and to my surprise, he did stop, turned to me and kissed my forehead. Kieron was at times quite loving. At other times he could be a prick. Either way to me the pro’s outweighed the cons.
A few hours went by and the alcohol was flowing through me at a rapid rate. I went to the toilet, washed my hands and went back downstairs. I noticed the clock on the mantelpiece said 1 am “I’m off to bed!” I sniffed at Kieron. “Keep the noise to a minimum.” I said goodnight to some of the people lingering around the bottom of my stairs and went to bed. I felt a bit sweaty down below so before getting undressed went across the landing to the bathroom again and wiped myself. I went back over the
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