I was an orphan. My name is Samuel, and I was sixteen when my parents were both killed in an accident. It should have been a happy, wonderful summer. Dad had won a lottery and taken the payout. He and Mom had gone out to celebrate and never even reached the restaurant. I had spent the summer fighting red tape so that social services would leave me alone.

The house we lived in had been rented, and I had to move out. I bought a huge old brick warehouse for almost nothing and basically camped out while fixing it up. I put a wooden floor at one end of the big open space. The shower was all glass and out in the open along one of the walls. In one of the two rooms, I had put in sinks, a huge sunken bathtub, and a toilet. In the other, which was really large, I had built a kitchen.

I had replaced the large overhead lights with chandeliers that I made. I had furniture for a front room by the front door, and against the far wall, I placed a king-size bed with two standing closets. I also had a complete dining room set by the kitchen.

It was the day before school started that something happened that really made me think. By now, I was comfortable living by myself. I had seen a girl I knew and liked and found out she was pregnant. She was crying when I saw her at the mall, and I found out her parents were kicking her out of their house because she had gotten pregnant.

That first morning of school was filled with gossip, and I found out three other girls were in Kerry’s predicament. They had all been abandoned by boyfriends after getting pregnant. They were all having trouble at home. And they were all looked down upon by the other girls. I had thought to invite Kerry to live with me, and suddenly there were four girls that needed help.

After thinking about it for a whole second, I walked across the crowded lunch room and stopped at the table where Kerry and the other girls sat by themselves. Without asking, I sat down while they watched. I took a breath and thought, ‘Here goes nothing.’ “I can help.”

The girls only looked at me, and I finally looked down. “I ... I will pay each of you to stay with me. You will have a nice bed to sleep in, something to eat, and a place you can share.”

Kerry was the one to speak for them. “You want to pay us to have sex. Do you know what that is?”

I looked up at their angry faces. “Normally, people would call it marriage. The husband pays for everything, and the wife gives him sex.”

They looked at each other and burst out laughing. I smiled and relaxed. “You know me, Kerry. My mom and dad died, so I don’t have anyone. I have been thinking about this since I found out about you getting pregnant. I ... will pay each of you five thousand dollars a month. That is more than enough to live on and put away for your future.”

They were staring at me with wide eyes. I shrugged. “My parents won a lot of money before they died, and I invested it.”

I stood up. “Think about it.”

I left and went outside, afraid of what they might say. I finished the rest of the afternoon classes in a kind of fog. I walked to my car and opened the door to sit down. I had decided that it would be easier if I waited for most of the other cars to leave.

Kerry’s hand on my shoulder almost gave me a heart attack. She grinned as I jerked and started. The other girls were with her, and she smiled. “Since we already have the reputation, we decided to accept your offer.”

I grinned. “In that case, would you like to go to the furniture store and pick out your bedroom sets?”

Kerry grinned and nodded. Kerry was a tall, strawberry blonde. The other three girls were Gina, who was a long-haired blonde. There was Crystal, who had short black hair. Last was Michelle, who told me to call her Mike. She had brown hair that was shoulder-length.

I was surprised when they didn’t spend a lot of time picking out a bedroom set. I sat on a couch waiting for them and went online using my laptop. I found four nice walk-in closet sets that you put together and ordered them. I paid for everything and took the girls home. They had told me they would get their parents to bring them over. I stopped and bought groceries before going home.

I had left the front door open and was putting the groceries away when Crystal showed up and poked her head in. I had a motion sensor by the front door and walked out of the kitchen. I smiled at Crystal as she hesitantly came in. She was looking around when her mom came in carrying a suitcase. I took the suitcase to the side where my bed was and put it down.

I showed them around and her mom was actually grinning by the time she left. The other girls showed up, but their parents didn’t even come in. It was a quiet, nervous night that ended with me washing each girl and sending them to bed. I had to jack off several times before I could pull a blanket over myself on the couch. I had told the girls that I would wait for their beds to be set up.

The next day I drove them to school and they seemed happy. In all but one class I had at least one of the girls. They sat with me and more than once teased me with a flash of thigh. After school I drove them home and it was only ten minutes before the furniture truck showed up with their beds. An hour later it was the delivery truck with the walk-in closets.

The girls went crazy when they saw the walk-in closet sets. I set one up for Kerry and then announced that we had to go out. At first they groaned that I needed to put their closets in too. I smiled, “You don’t have sheets or blankets for your beds. I was also thinking of taking you out to a nice dinner.”