Duane's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone more than he's home.Duane's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding. We live near a large state university and decided to rent out a room to a college student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody living in our house, so we were fortunate enough to have a church member recommend her nephew to us. My story really begins last August, when our college student, Joe, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole stack of "adult" magazines under his bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there were also magazines with only pictures called things like "Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one out to read or look at. One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Joe tried to console me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time in my life. After a long conversation, he finally convinced me that I had never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of its pleasures. To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within two weeks, Joe seduced me and we began having sex every day. |