When Junior graduated from high school in June, we told him that since his mom would be a full-time student starting in September and only working part-time we were going to need to make some changes to the household finances.

“Huh?”

Starting in September we’ll need to increase the amount of money coming into the house or decrease our expenses.

“Huh?”

Starting in September you are going to start paying $300/month room & board or make other living arrangements.  It’s a funny thing, but the only person who has a real issue with this is Juniors dead-beat dad. His opinion doesn’t count for much, but he does know how to pull Juniors strings so I asked him awhile ago if he thought we were being unfair. He didn’t think so. I told him when I was his age I rented a party house with a few other guys and maybe he’d rather do that. I was surprised by his answer. He said that the guys who would be fun to live with might not go to work every day and he’d worry about getting stuck with the rent and the reliable guys would be annoying as hell.

I lived in that house for about a year..I think. And it was just one big party.  Gawd, I’d hate to have neighbours like that now. I’ve been thinking about a girl I met when I lived there. I was the only guy working night shift and most of the other guys had jobs that frowned on day time drinking. There was a fitness centre just down the street and the entire front of this place was glass. We’d get take out and park right in front and eat our lunch watching the aerobics classes. It was almost like going to watch the strippers.

Yeah I know, It was probably a shitty thing to do and we probably made lots of women uncomfortable, but we were young and if they didn`t want guys to watch they shouldn`t have made it so easy. Anyway, there were some girls that clearly enjoyed the attention. They`d position themselves close to the window, they`d flick their hair, they`d make eye contact and they seemed to put a little extra effort into their workouts. One such girl was Paula. She came out one day and introduced herself; mostly to the guy I was with. I was just a fortunate spectator.

So Paula started hanging out at our house. She was rail thin and flirty and dressed kind of skanky. From what I can remember she was probably a lot like the girls Junior goes out with. I wouldn`t think so now, but at the time I thought she was pretty damn hot. I don`t remember what her real job was, but she supplemented her income by selling pot and she had a real talent. Paula would be coming over, rent was due, there was only beer in the fridge and we`d all agree that we couldn`t afford to buy any weed. A couple of hours later Paula would have come and gone, we`d be all fucked up and there`d be a bag of pot on the coffee table.

Another thing I remember about Paula was she loved to dance. There was a night club we sometimes went to that had mirrors on three sides of the dance floor. Guys always tried to manoeuvre her towards a corner so she could watch herself. She`d get totally into watching herself dance. It seemed like she was just dancing for herself and that`s what made it sexy as hell.

Why am I telling you this? ♀ & I recently bought three long squiggly mirrors from Ikea and hung them beside our bed. We love these mirrors; watching her beautiful boobies bounce and the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her is hot hot hot. A few days ago, she got undressed and sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirrors. I put our husband pillow behind her, she leaned back and started really examining herself. She`d never seen her pussy like that before and she seemed to get lost in the experience of watching herself exploring it. She ended up giving herself an orgasm while I watched from the other side of the bedroom. It was a spontaneous kind of thing. She was doing it just for herself and like Paula on the dance floor, that`s what made it sexy as hell.

Cheers,

sss

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1. 

   I’d want to be out of the house, raising hell and having a good time if I were him. And the sooner you get used to having to support yourself the less painful it is.

   I like watching women run as many of them do around here. They look so free and vital.

   Comment by Severin's Ghost — August 20, 2007 @ 8:00 pm

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