Shattered Memories Ch1 - Sex Stories

Shattered Memories Ch1

... following me." The smile was still in her voice. "How about a bit of both?" I replied. That drew a small laugh out of her. "Oh good, roommate and stalker. Greaaaat. So, what do I call you, roomie-stalker?" Now, I want to say I said something suave and sophisticated. Bond. James Bond. Sadly, reality is a thing, so I opted for, you know, the normal thing to say. "Hill. Oscar Hill." Have I mentioned my personality is retarded? Well, it is. Deal with it. Fortunately, it drew another singsong laugh from her. "Well, Mr. Hill, I'm Sarah. Sarah Laine." She smiled at me. I had heard her smile earlier, and witnessed the crease in her lips that indicated slight amusement, but her actual, proper smile... Well, I remember thinking it was the type of 1 thousand gigawatt smile people would die for. Oh, how little did I know. She walked into the room, glancing back at me as we passed the living area into the small kitchen. "You came prepared," she stated, indicating the groceries I was carrying. "Oh, yeah, Greg and Tim let me know that it's always a good idea to not rock up, scabbing food off your housemates." "They got that right. The guy who lived here before you, he pretty much lost his shit when he realised I had no stuff. Yelled at Tim, something about being an irresponsible landlord. Said I was a bad investment," she muttered the last part, turning around to the fridge. "Ouch," I said, tactlessly. "Welcome to a day in the life of a student," she replied, morosely. Trying to change the ...

... topic I asked a question. "Um, Sarah, how come you didn't have any stuff?" She stared at me for a few seconds, and I could tell she was looking for... Something. "Sorry, I don't think I know you well enough just yet." Her reply was tense, so I took the hint. In silence, I dropped the bags and started depositing the food in the fridge. After a few moments Sarah began helping me, pointing out what goes where. After finishing, I smiled and thanked her, then glanced around. "Ah, right. Shall we begin the grand tour?" The smile was back in her voice. "Sure," I replied, pleased that she wasn't completely clamming up (while mentally adding flittish to my growing list of traits to describe this woman by). I followed her as she walked into the living area, which we had already passed. As one would expect, furnishings were pretty sparse. The coffee table occupying the centre of the area appeared to be a shortened plastic picnic table. A small couch was located on the far end of the room. Directly to the left, up against the wall, was another small table with a crappy cathode TV. "Observe, the eloquence of my mighty abode!" Sarah exclaimed in a regal voice. I put on my best poker face and stared at her like she was a lunatic. She stared right back, goofy grin on her face. "Oh, come on, that was at least a little funny," she whined, a pout making its way to her cute lips. The expression was what did it for me and I erupted into laughter. She smiled happily in return, and motioned for me ...