1. Shattered Memories Ch1


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Non-Erotic, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    the end (coincidentally, close to my birthday) the snow is almost always knee deep. Walking home, two absolutely packed bags of groceries in my hands, it has ALWAYS been a struggle to not slide on the salt strewn footpath. Slippery is an understatement. I was trotting along, minding my own business, enjoying the physical exercise. Breathing in the cold is hard, even for me and my badass cardiovascular health (yep, I'm a cocky motherfucker. Deal with it). I reached the gate to my building and debated whether to drop my bags in the dirty snow or to try and jump the gate. And that's when I heard her. "Need some help with that?" I will never forget the first time I heard that voice. Sweet, but not sugary. An undertone of elegance; the consonants well enunciated. I could hear her smile. I turned around. Bundled up in a very comfortable looking furry coat was a rosy cheeked young lady. She looked.. Well, she looked my age. She had accented cheekbones, a softly tanned complexion. A few tiny freckles on her nose, well accented with deep Auburn hair. Her eyes were the. Palest blue... They reminded me of frozen ice (and if she ever reads this, she knows exactly who she is). I couldn't tell much about her physique under the coat, but from what I could see.. Well, instant crush. Naturally, all this was parsed in a few milliseconds, but the delay in my reply was noticeable. "Ah, no, I'm good. Thanks." Okay. I know. You're judging me. I judged me. It sounds awkward in text, trust me, it ...
    was at least four times more awkward in person. "Okie doke." She pushed past me, reaching for the gate. After a little fiddling, with me standing their awkwardly, she got the gate open and walked in. Well, fuck. This chick was, apparently, living with me. Normally, that wouldn't bother me. I'm not socially inept, but if you're a young guy, and a pretty girl doesn't make you nervous and a little jittery, you should probably get your blood pressure checked. So I braced myself for a very awkward first week and pushed in behind her. Okay, really quickly, I want to go over the layout of the house. There was basically an exterior staircase connecting the three floors. Each floor had its own living area and two separate rooms plus study. I was on the second floor with pretty girl with Auburn hair, the floor above me was an Asian couple with a young child and the floor below was two kinda nerdy dudes and their blonde (bachelor of arts, yes, let's be judgemental) bimbo of a room mate. I knew the names of the guys, Greg and Timothy, because they were the ones who posted the ad for the place. Pretty girl with gorgeous eyes was a few steps ahead of me and I couldn't help but be slightly mesmerised by the swaying of her hips as she traversed the stairs. She reached our floor and took out her keys, which is when she noticed me. I'm somewhat attentive, so I filed 'has good peripheral vision' as part of her traits. "Oh, you're still here? You're either my new room-mate or some crazy guy who's ...
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