The House 2 - part one

Hello lovely reader xxx
I've had a number of requests recently for some rougher, more intense sex, and an exciteable response at the idea of writing another girl / Roger / girl threesome (something I haven't really touched on since way back in 'The Shop', near the bottom of the archives). I'll be honest and tell you, as I've mentioned before, that the sex is unlikely to ever get all that rough or dominating in here, as that's not really what interests me - though I know I've written a few fantasies like that in here now and again - but for this second book on 'The House', I'd like to have a go at fulfilling both requests. So prepare yourself for at least a couple of episodes of setting up the situation (with only minimal sexual content), as this is going to be another long multi-part fantasy - but, as with the first story, I want this to seem as realistic for you as possible - that if we really were in this situation, this is how I'd like it to happen. It's going to be another slow build-up, but as ever, when I get to it, the sex will be delightfully intense, detailed and graphic - and there's going to be rather a lot of it in this one - hope you enjoy...

So briefly, a quick recap - you (my lovely reader x) have moved into my house to live with me as a housemate (you're my lodger, basically). Despite an initially lustful sexual encounter with me when you came to view the house, we settled into a more normal relationship as housemates, not having sex together. Lust quickly overcame us again though, and although we still have our own separate rooms, we now sleep together on a regular basis, enjoying delightful sex whenever we feel so inclined. It's a delightful relationship - just two friends who like to fuck - and it's gone on like this for a few weeks as we resume the story...

The House, Book Two - the new girl
Part One

You arrive home from work, feeling bright and breezy, knowing we have a few days off together to have a little fun - and she's already there, in the front room with me, as we talk casually (flirtatiously?) over a pot of tea and some toast. I notice you come in, and both me and the girl stand up briefly out of politeness, and I smile as I introduce her to you.

"Sorry, I meant to mention this to you yesterday - this is Rachel, she's the daughter of a friend of mine - she's looking for her own place to stay in the area, but I said that in the meantime, she could use the room in the loft - it's pretty comfy up there and we've not been using it ourselves - is that gonna be okay...?"

"It's your house," you smile, rather stiffly, not sure what to make of this, "if it's okay with you, it's fine with me". You look her over - she's very beautiful, but probably no competition for you - she looks about 19 years old, a brunette, slim but with curves in all the right places - very long legs - dressed rather attractively in tight hipster jeans and a small tight t-shirt, a generous amount of her delightfully flat belly showing - though she looks a little more innocent in comparison to the kind of girls you know usually interest me - and there didn't seem to be any excessively flirtatious body language going on between us when you arrived, other than my own usual general interest in pretty girls... and anyway, you remind yourself, why am I suddenly jealous, it's not like there's any big romance going on between us or anything, we're just having fun... so who cares why he's letting her stay here - he can fuck her as much as he likes...

You smile and hold out your hand - Rachel smiles back disarmingly, her touch soft against your fingers as you shake hands briefly. "Has he shown you your room?" you ask. "Not yet," she smiles. "Well come upstairs with me, I'll show you around, show you where to put you toothbrush and stuff. Is that okay with you, Roger?" "Fine with me," I reply, "I've got some stuff to do - you two get to know each other."

Leading her by the hand, you take her up the staircase.

(continued next time)