Chapter 2

The next morning, I went out to get a feel for the city. I’d only been there for a few days and it was my first time, so I walked about the neighborhood, finding a gym around the corner and signing up for a handful of sessions ... I wasn’t sure when I’d be moving on, so didn’t want anything long-term.

Long-term ... as I strolled along the sidewalk, I thought about Elle. I’d basically moved in with her after a night of passion ... well, her and Krystina. What was going to happen? I shook my head ... I was living life day-to-day with little regard for the future until my inheritance ran out, so wasn’t going to spend much time thinking about it. For now, things were awesome ... and weird, which was also kind of awesome. Unique experiences flavor your life, and mine was currently tasty.

Speaking of tasty, I bought a breakfast sandwich and some orange juice before heading to a park when I saw the old guy ... dirty and ragged, he held his head down and a sign up saying ‘Will work for food’. Shit. I headed over, handed him my meal, gave him a nod as he thanked me, and went back to replace my breakfast.

I got back to the apartment a few hours later, my heart rate elevated and my feet a bit sore from the miles I’d walked. It had been a nice day, clear but cool. I kicked off my shoes and heard scampering bare feet down the hall. I caught a flash of Krystina’s panty-covered butt as she returned to her room and closed the door behind. Based on her path, she’d been in Elle’s room ... cleaning up? Except the bed was still unmade when I went in. I figured that maybe I’d interrupted her maid work.

After she was finished with her work day, Krystina joined me on the couch again. It seemed that I was getting used to the dishwater blonde’s nudity, or at least I was getting better at not ogling her ... or maybe I was focusing too much on the TV ... that would explain how she got so close without me noticing. She stood up on the couch, straddled my shoulders, planted her crotch on my back, and pushed me forward so that she could slide down behind me, her legs on either side of mine. Then she started rubbing my shoulders.

“Ah ... oh...” I hemmed and hawed, but ultimately leaned forward so that I wasn’t crushing her into the cushion. I had to admit that it felt nice ... I’d been on my own, crashing on couches for weeks, and they weren’t always comfortable. She found a particularly knotty spot and I groaned as she worked at it.

She reached around and found another knot between my legs, but applied a gentler touch to that one. The sound of my groans didn’t change much, though. Krystina nibbled on one of my ears and I was feeling very warm. Her other hand went to one of my nipples and I shuddered as she pinched it a little. I could feel my orgasm rising already, so I quickly stood up so as to not make a mess in my pants ... also, I was unsure if me cumming was going to count as ‘just playing’.

I turned and looked down at Krystina, her legs wide open and her flowering pussy glistening in her crotchless panties. Her face was red, her glasses a little fogged up, and she was breathing heavily. She suddenly seemed small and vulnerable, uncertain now that I was looming over her. If I left the room, I knew it would cause a problem, but I couldn’t let her keep touching me until I got clarification from Elle about what was allowed.

“Play with yourself,” I instructed her.

Keeping her blue eyes on mine, she moved her hand down to her crotch and gasped ... I figured she must have been sensitive. She moved her other hand to one hard nipple as she dipped two fingers inside. “Uhf,” she grunted, keeping eye contact, or at least trying to, as my eyes were roaming her small, sexy body as she pleasured herself. Finally, her gaze dropped to the bulge in my crotch and she cried out as she came. “Eh-hhgh! N-ghh!” She closed her eyes and her tiny body shook in pleasure for a good minute.

Then she seemed to get even more pink in the face as she sat there and I stood over her looking uncertain. Finally, she rolled off of the couch and headed to the bathroom while I went into the kitchen to make dinner again. Krystina went into her room as I put together the chicken Caesar salad, though she didn’t close the door.