This is the first of a series of erotic tales involving me, my amazing wife, and the young college girl we opened our home to as a tenant who became the source of--and eventual fulfillment of--many of our (the three of us) fantasies. We leave it to our readers to determine how much is true.
Being in a house that was always too big for the two of us, we, after not too complicated a talk, decided that a good course of action would be generosity. We would open our home to a college student who might be struggling financially. After only a few days, a handful of people had inquired and we began talking with possible housemates. We were looking for a person who wasn’t simply needy but also a good fit for us.
When Katie showed up as the third person, the chemistry between us began to crackle. Who knows how these things happen? Her smile seemed warm and unforced. She had a spark of life that made it easy to want to spend time with her. She was about five-and-a-half feet tall with a short, unruly haircut that I imagined she chose in order to show some individuality and because she wouldn’t need to spend time fooling with it before an early morning class.
She arrived dressed in standard college student art major blue jeans and a funky tee shirt. I noticed it had a homemade cut in it to give it a v-neck instead of the more constricting collar it came with. Loose fitting, it still didn’t hide a fit figure that looked like it might be fuller than first glance might suggest. Her passion for life was her most obvious feature.
We learned that she was from the east coast and had been at the university for three years, majoring in art. Her medium was sculpture and her passion was the human figure. The spare room next to her bedroom would easily work as space for her to bring her clay and equipment. She could work there whenever she wanted on school assignments or simply to have time to follow her creative heart’s desire. On top of that, we would keep her busy doing certain chores that Cee Cee hated. She would do laundry, run errands, and help in various ways in exchange for her housing. She loved the idea and eagerly accepted our offer.
It didn’t take long for her to move in and we were able to adjust to one another in a surprisingly short time. The more comfortable we became, the more casual we became. Neither Cee Cee nor I were ever very uptight around people and our language reflected that. We were willing to use profanity when it felt like the honest way to talk. We were open about who we were and shared our stories about meeting, falling in love, and other adventures. Those talks flowed with the ease of people who had known each other much longer.
With Katie, conversations might go anywhere because she was eager to learn, really learn, about almost anything and especially who we were. She had a quick mind and the talks were rich and fun. We learned she certainly didn’t have it easy growing up and her family still didn’t fit her. They probably never would. Maybe because of that or maybe just because, it didn’t take her long to tell us she admired our relationship and hoped she could have something like ours one day. Little did we know that she wouldn’t have a relationship “like” ours, she would become a surprisingly sensual part of our dance.
As our comfort with one another grew, our way of being around one another became more casual. Cee Cee has always loved sex and wasn’t averse to nudity. She would come to breakfast in some robe or loose-fitting clothing with nothing under it because that’s what was real for her. Was some of that revealing? Yes. Was she trying to make a statement? No. She was being herself.
Not right away, but gradually, Katie began coming to breakfast with clothing as comfortable as Cee’s. Her choices would never be described as modest. Still, she was careful not to actually reveal herself blatantly. I was a little surprised by the skimpiness of some of her clothing and mentioned it to Cee when we were alone. She said she had noticed, too, and chalked it up to how young people were these days. Nevertheless, she was happy about it. Katie was, after all, an attractive college-age woman that most people would give a second look. Cee was predominantly heterosexual yet had enjoyed times with women, too.
As we were getting ready for bed, Cee asked, “What do you think about her breasts? I know you’re a breast man and I’ve seen you checking her out here and there.”
I knew I couldn’t deny it and, with my amazing wife, there was no need to.
“Well, her boobs are great. Even at her age, she has a firmness to them that not many others have. And I have to tell you, she has a great ass. I’m easily distracted by it. I’m sure you’ve noticed it, too.”
“I have and I like it all. I think I’m becoming attracted to her. And I’d bet that you are, too.” There was no accusation in her voice.
We’ve had an open relationship from the beginning so this wasn’t a shocking conversation. We were never drawn to have a lot of sex with others just for the sake of sex. We did, however, allow ourselves experiences over the years with people who were right for us. Most of that was good. Some of it was great. Some of it was awful.