The House Guest - Sex Stories

The House Guest

Last night was a blast. It was great to see old friends from high school, an unofficial reunion. Winter on Long Island brought back so many memories. Several of us had too much to drink. I was thankful that Kathleen lived close by. She offered her house, a small two-bedroom track house, to anyone who wanted to crash for the night. That sounded like a great idea because I was in no condition to make the trip back to my hotel in Manhattan. Several from out of town booked hotel rooms so only two of us took her up on her kind offer.

The other person was Maureen, a born-again Christian and a little bit of a stick in the mud. Everyone calls her Moe. She found Jesus years ago and constantly quotes the bible. No one cared about that. The problem was that she was irrational and came across as being spoiled and a bully. She’s constantly passing judgment on people that she hasn’t seen in dozens of years. It became downright annoying.

It was late when we arrived back at Kathleen’s place. Maureen, without permission or invitation, took the guest bedroom. Kathleen just looked at me and shrugged.

I smiled back. “I guess Jesus told her to take the bedroom.”

She giggled, shook her head, turned, and went to her bedroom. I passed out on the couch.

The sun was just starting to peek through the drapes. I focused on the clock on the wall. It was 6:50 AM. I realized that I was awakened by a strange noise. I sat up and just listened for a while. It sounded as if a puppy was ...

... whimpering. Within several minutes, the door from Kathleen’s room quietly opened. Her head popped out from behind the door. She had a puzzled look on her face. I waved for her to come out.

She whispered, “Do you hear that?”

“Yeah. Does your neighbor have a dog?”

“No. I think it is coming from the guest bedroom.”

We both sat on the couch for a few minutes. The noise didn’t stop. Kathleen noticed that the guest room door wasn’t closed all the way. We looked at one another and just grinned. She got up and stood in the hall outside the room. When she came back to the couch, she confirmed that it was Maureen.

“I think she is in there with someone.”

I said, “Impossible. I think would have heard someone come in through the night. Although, I was pretty trashed when we got home, who knows, maybe?”

She sat down next to me. We were both amused at the thought of her getting fucked after professing to all, how premarital sex is a sin. The two of us were enjoying the possibility. Kathleen stood up again. She waved for me to follow her. We tiptoed down the hall to the guest room door. Now we were sure it was Maureen. I pushed the door slightly, so we could get a better look. We were both shocked and amused at what we saw.

Maureen lit several candles around a crucifix on the night table next to the bed.

“That stuff isn’t mine. She must carry it with her,” Kathleen whispered.

I just laughed quietly to myself. Then, we got a better look. Maureen was naked on top of the ...