New Roomies and a Fresh Start

"Do you think he would mind if I got down on my knees and thanked him when we get home?" Angela said. Cecilia's head shot up from the headrest when she heard that. There was a twinkle in Angela's eye. A twinkle that said she was joking...mostly. Cecilia tried not to picture the two of them on their knees taking turns "thanking" Tom. She shivered at the thought, and then got reluctantly out of the chair.

They wandered around the huge furniture warehouse until Tom came and got them. They went to a Best Buy electronics store next, where they could barely keep up with Tom as he rushed through, grabbing tags as he went. He went to the front of the store after his whirlwind tour, and talked to the clerk at the help desk while the fellow rang up all the tags and arranged for delivery.

"Did you even see what he bought?" Angela whispered to Cecilia.

"Not really; I would be guessing," she replied.

Tom turned and grinned at them, then took their hands in his again as they walked out of the store. Back in the car, Tom said, "We've got a little over an hour before we need to be back at the apartment. Would you rather get some dinner to go, or stop for a late lunch?"

They grabbed a large pizza and beer to go, and were soon back at the apartment enjoying the food and each others' company. Tom was beginning to loosen up a little, to enjoy being with Cecilia and Angela, and to stop thinking of them as kids. He was actually looking forward to being their roommate, rather than viewing this as an emergency refuge and a commitment to his best friend.

The furniture delivery truck arrived first, and they began moving the new furniture into the apartment. Halfway through that, the Best Buy team arrived and brought box after box. Half of those went into Tom's bedroom as soon as he had vacuumed it out. Then they started installing the home entertainment system in the living room, and the dining room light fixture. Angela and Cecilia both stood with their mouths open when they saw the huge flat screen television being attached to their living room wall. Eight speakers were then installed around the living room and dining area, and a control box and subwoofer were left on the end table where the bulky old television had been.

At some point, the delivery guys from the furniture warehouse asked what they should do with the old furniture. Cecilia and Angela both joked, "Throw that stuff out!" "Yeah, get rid of it." They were surprised when the man nodded his head, and the old dining room set, living room chairs, and Angela's old bed were spirited out to the truck. Likewise, the Best Buy techs were soon walking out with the old television and microwave oven. Cecilia started when she saw that, and only then noticed the gleaming new microwave in their kitchen. When the Best Buy truck drove away, she closed the front door softly and looked around the apartment.

It was transformed. The whole place felt like it was...now more like a home than some college kid's crash pad. She looked at Angela, sitting next to Tom on the sectional sofa with her head on his shoulder. Tom hadn't even noticed as he wrapped his arm around her. The familiarity and comfort they felt with each other just seemed natural. Cecilia joined them, leaning her head on Tom's other shoulder. She was rewarded with a strong, warm arm over her own shoulder. The three of them just relaxed on the comfortable new furniture for a half hour.

Tom finally gave both girls a squeeze before releasing them and standing up. "This is really nice, but I do need to go get some clothes," he said.

"Let's all go!" Angela said, hopping up from the couch. Cecilia also stood quickly. Tom tried but failed not to stare at the lovely bounciness of those breasts right in front of him. He pulled his gaze away and cleared his throat. "Sounds great," he said as they turned to the door.

The clothes shopping turned out to be a lot more fun than any of them would have guessed. Tom got two pairs of sneakers, socks and comfortable shorts the first place they went. He was able to be much more relaxed in the southern California evening, wearing shorts and a t-shirt instead of the stuffy shirt and trousers he had been forced to wear with his dress shoes. They made a quick trip to his car to drop off the discarded outfit and his other purchases before continuing on.

At each store after the first one, the girls flirted with him outrageously. Eventually, Tom allowed himself to flirt back, much to their delight. Angela even talked him into modeling some rather risqué underwear for them. He put it on, and opened the door, staying in the dressing room and turning around to give them a little show. It was more of a show than he realized. At a distance, the shorts were mostly transparent. Only looking down at a sharp angle did it look like they covered anything.

Tom laughed and pulled the door closed, setting aside the underwear quickly before putting his own boxers back on and trying on the long shorts he had intended to try on. Outside, Angela and Cecilia exchanged a look of disbelief. The "package" was very nice indeed!

"Do you think he shaves or waxes down there?" Cecilia whispered after the door had closed.

"I'd love to spend an hour or so finding out," Angela hissed back.

Tom was enjoying flirting with the girls. It had been a very long time since he had allowed himself to flirt at all. He felt comfortable with these young women. Of course, he considered his flirting harmless. After all, these were two beautiful, much younger women. They wouldn't actually be interested in an old, divorced guy like himself. It was a lot of fun to be with them, to be able to just relax and play.

The girls understood that he was just flirting, not being serious. It was very hot anyway—he was good at it! The longer the shopping trip went on, the hotter and more outrageous the flirting got. Double and triple entendres were being tossed around at every turn. Cecilia's nipples reached a point of perpetual stiffness from being so aroused. Every man they passed certainly noticed. One poor fellow actually tripped and fell as they passed him in the mall. Tom joked, "Okay, that's just too much. We have to put a stop to this." He stepped behind Cecilia and reached around her to cover both of her straining nipples with his palms.

It was a brief, teasing touch, before he withdrew his hands and laughed. He walked back around her and said, "Sorry. That didn't help at all, did it?" Cecilia blushed and covered her heaving breasts with one forearm. Angela laughed at her friends' reaction. She wondered if Tom would cup her breasts for her later.

Tom looked around them and noticed a uniform shop. He said, "Oh, I need to grab some coveralls here. Let me do that real quick, and we'll head back to the car."

As soon as he was out of sight, Angela jokingly whispered to Cecilia, "You little slut! How hot did his hands feel, anyway?"

Cecilia couldn't answer, but she shivered. When she dropped the arm that had been shielding her nipples, they were as hard as Angela had ever seen. "Wow." She whispered. Cecilia looked down. She couldn't believe how ridiculously turned on she was. She lifted a shopping bag up, and cradled it in front of her chest. When Tom emerged with two big bags of coveralls, Cecilia carried the shopping bag in front of her until she was seated in the car.

It was already dark as they drove back to the apartment, but Tom suggested they should grab groceries on the way. They made a fairly quick run through the store, rapidly filling a cart. Tom told them to just grab anything they needed, and picked out things he wanted as they rolled through the aisles. In the cosmetics and bath needs section, Tom grabbed some Veet. The girls exchanged raised eyebrows at that; it did explain the hairless condition of Tom's crotch when they had seen it earlier.

By the time they had unloaded the car and put away the groceries, they were all exhausted. It had been a full day. Tom realized with a start that they had not gotten any bed linens for his and Angela's new beds. "Oh, hell!" he said, "I totally forgot about that. I'm sorry. I mean, I was planning to go back to the hotel tonight anyway, but that leaves you with a naked bed."

"It's okay, I have extra queen sets," Cecilia spoke up. "Please, Tom, stay here tonight. We can go with you tomorrow to get you checked out of the hotel, and then we can go shopping for that stuff together."

As tired as he was, Tom was happy not to have to drive anywhere. He smiled gratefully when Cecilia said, "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower. We'll make the beds, and then we can take our showers after that."

Tom leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much. I promise I won't hog all the hot water."

When Tom emerged from the shower, he wrapped himself in one of the bath towels. He made a mental note to ask if they needed more towels as well. A trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond would take care of the bed linens and towels if they needed those. He walked in to his room to change, and frowned when he saw the girls sitting on his unmade bed. Cecilia looked embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, Tom," she said softly, "but the sheets don't fit. My bed doesn't have the pillow top that your beds do."

"We could all just cuddle up in your bed," Angela said. She had meant it as a joke, but it didn't come out that way. Cecilia looked at her, weighed it over, and then looked up at Tom.

"I wouldn't mind. It's been a while since I've been cuddled to sleep."

If he hadn't been so tired, Tom would never have agreed. He did consider offering to sleep on the couch. Both girls were looking at him, pleading with their expressions for him to join them. "You know," he said, "That sounds great. I haven't had a good cuddle in a long time myself." Their smiles were contagious. He smiled warmly at them and said, "Now if you'll just excuse me, I'll put on some shorts while you get your showers."

They walked into the hallway and he softly closed the door. Angela was a little overly excited when she turned to Cecilia and whispered, "Should we wear panties to bed with him? Or, just something that hides the fact that we aren't?"

Cecilia couldn't help but groan, turned on by the idea, but was afraid they might scare Tom off if they were too forward. "I think we should wear something, at least. Maybe a thong or some loose boy shorts under a nightgown? He'd have access if he wants it, and we'd have an excuse if he accidentally...you know."

Angela shivered at the thought. She would love to have him "accidentally...you know" deep into her.

Tom put on boxers under a loose-fitting pair of shorts. He found one of the fitted tank tops he had bought, and did his usual evening routine of fifty push-ups and sit-ups before making his way to the living room to wait for the women to finish their showers. He turned on the television again, distracting himself from thoughts of what was about to happen.

Instead, he fell fast asleep in the dangerously comfortable recliner. Cecilia emerged looking absolutely radiant in a short kimono to find him unconscious. The remote was on the floor beside his outstretched hand. She admired the way his muscular chest and torso were displayed by the tight tank top, rising and falling with his slow breaths. She picked up the remote and turned off the television, then sat on the couch and watched the sexy man sleep until Angela came out to join her. They tried to gently wake Tom, but he was in a deep slumber. Finally, they reclined the seat beneath him and went to sleep in Cecilia's room.

Tom was startled awake by the southern California sun streaming in the living room window. It took a few moments for him to get his bearings. He made his way into the bathroom to relieve his bladder. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he realized he needed to shave. Of course his shave gear was still at the hotel. He looked in the partially open doorway to Cecilia's room.

The young women were sleeping peacefully, partially entangled in the bed. Angela's bottom peeked out from beneath the sheet and her robe, pointing invitingly toward him. The tiny red string of a thong did nothing to hide the pale pink ring of her puckered asshole or her cleanly shaved pussy lips. Tom was instantly hard at the sight. He quickly pulled the door closed and shook his head as he walked to his room. He needed to find a woman in the area. If he didn't get laid soon, he was likely to do something he would regret here.

He dressed quickly, pulling on a fresh shirt and socks. He grabbed the spare apartment key from the hook in the kitchen and quietly left the apartment. He drove to his hotel, shaving there and getting his stuff out to the car. It only took twenty minutes from the time he pulled in to check out of the hotel. It was another five minute drive to return to the apartment.

Tom unlocked and opened the apartment door as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb his new roommates. He carried his travel bag and suit into his bedroom, and heard water running in the bathroom as he passed. He hung the suit in the closet, next to the other clothes he had bought the night before. Next he was removing tags from the new shorts, underwear and shirts before folding those and putting them in his dresser. His bedroom door was open, so he looked up when he heard the water stop and the bathroom door open.

"Good morning," he managed to get out, before his throat froze. Standing in the doorway, backlit by the sun streaming into the living room, was a vision to make a man's blood boil. Angela's blonde hair was slightly disheveled. The babydoll nighty she wore matched the tiny red thong. It emphasized her curvy, sexy body rather than hiding anything from his hungry gaze.

Angela had stopped in the doorway, surprised to see Tom was back. She saw his eyes roaming her body, saw the undisguised lust there. She also saw his cock tenting out the leg of his shorts. Before she was even aware that she was moving, she was throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hungrily. Tom groaned into her mouth. He realized that he had been kidding himself. This gorgeous young blonde obviously wanted him. His struggles to control his own urges were simply delaying the inevitable.

"Life is the struggle against the inevitable," Tom thought, as his hands roamed down Angela's backside and squeezed that delightful ass. She was looking at him strangely. She pulled her face back and said, "What did you say?" He realized he had said it out loud. He gave her cheek a light spank, and then released her.

"I said, 'Life is the struggle against the inevitable.' I was thinking how utterly irresistible you look. You make me feel like a dirty old man, the things I can imagine doing to that sexy body of yours." Angela shivered at the thought, which elicited a hungry growl from Tom. Angela's pale nipples were rock hard, and Tom bent and gently kissed each in turn. He whispered softly "irresistible" again before looking from her heaving breasts back into her eyes.

"Little girl, I want you so badly right now I can taste it. But we really need to get dressed to go shopping before Cecilia wakes up to find us...you know."

A naughty smile played across Angela's face. Then she raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes wide in a mocking innocent little girl expression. "No, I don't know, Tom." She turned away from him and crawled up onto the brand new, uncovered mattress. Her delightful bottom was pointed right at him, and Tom could not help but look. Angela looked over her shoulder at his face, and she continued teasing him with her high-pitched girly voice, "Would she find me bent over in front of you like this?"

She reached back and pulled her thong aside, revealing her now soaking wet pussy. "Would she find you...doing something to my little pussy?" Her finger slid languidly through her moist folds, opening her up to his appreciative gaze. "Wait, you wouldn't be..." her eyes shot open, and then she was lowering her head to the mattress, reaching for both her ass cheeks and spreading them open. "Are you saying she might find you doing something naughty...to my tight little asshole?"

"Ohhh, fuck," Tom breathed out. He grinned then, breaking the spell. "Damn, Angela, you are so good at being bad." He spanked her right ass cheek, harder this time. He bent and licked quickly up her wet pussy, forcing a groan from her, then buried his tongue in that tight ass she was holding open for him. He drove into her three times, and she gasped, "Yes. Yes! FUCK." She then squealed as his strong hands scooped her right out of the bed.

Tom kissed her mouth hotly as he carried her to her own room. He carefully tossed her onto her bed, and she bounced when her back hit the mattress. They shared a naughty grin, and Tom shook his head. Then he imitated her innocent expression. "Gosh, Miss Angela, what do you think could be wrong with this bed?" He crawled up the end of the bed toward her. "I'm afraid we'll have to test it out. We may have to test every square inch to figure out what's wrong with it." This last part came out as a growl. Then he lit up in a smile, kissed her lightly on the nose, and said in a normal voice, "...after we get back from shopping."

"Agh! You tease!" Angela said to his retreating back. She couldn't help but grin, then. He was going to be so much fun. She stretched out then. Damn, but this bed was comfortable!

Tom heard the sink running in the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door, "You decent in there?" He said it loudly enough to be heard through the door. Cecilia spit out a mouthful of foamy toothpaste and water "Sure, come in."

Tom opened the door and gave Cecilia a 40-megawatt smile. She couldn't help but smile back in the mirror. "Sorry about last night,' Tom said, "That chair is a menace! One minute, I'm watching television, looking forward to a good snuggle, the next..." He closed his eyes, dropped his head to the side, and snored loudly.

Cecilia laughed lightly, and then bent to rinse her mouth with a handful of water. Tom got an eyeful of her charms. The kimono rode up enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it now. His glance there was furtive, and he was looking at her face in the mirror when she stood back up.

"Listen, I was thinking, what's the bath towel and washcloth situation here? Since we're going to get bed linens anyway, should we get new towels and such while we're at it?"

Cecilia thought it over while she dried her chin with a hand towel. "We have five or six bath towels. The problem with this apartment is the lack of closet space. There isn't a linen closet or anything." Tom nodded, verifying that both towel rods in the bathroom already had two towels each. He didn't see an obvious place to put a cabinet or additional hooks or rods. He reached out and felt the two towels hanging close to him. They were soft enough, and didn't look dingy or worn.

"Hm. Okay, I just figured I would check. Is there anything else you can think of that this place could really use?"

She turned and looked at him then. She walked right up, her breasts swaying hypnotically and threatening to escape from the loose robe. "I would have said 'We need a good, sexy man around this place' a week ago. I think we have that covered, now."

Tom's eyes shot open and he looked around, really hamming it up. He leaned in to Cecilia and whispered, "Is he here now?"

She smiled, "Yes he mmph!" and he was kissing her. He didn't hold back this time, driving his tongue into her mouth and tackling her softly yielding tongue. His hands slid down and pulled her naked ass cheeks to him, pressing her pubic mound hard into the erect shaft in his shorts. As quickly as it had started, the kiss was over.

Cecilia drew in a sharp breath and there was Tom, grinning at her hotly. "You should really wear something underneath that kimono, you know," he said. His hands were fondling her bottom hotly, spreading her soft cheeks open so that his fingertips were tickling her moist pussy and tingling asshole. He leaned in to whisper hotly into her ear, "You could trip and fall down, and when I try to help you up, you could accidentally wind up full of my hard cock."