Ginger & Kim Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Ginger & Kim Pt. 01

Prologue:

The house. The very old house. It was probably built in the fifties if I had to guess. The walls were paper thin on the second floor, but on the first floor, those walls had all been torn out and redone with modern insulation. Looking at the front of the house, it looked like the weather had just about finished the exterior siding. The shingles on the slanted roof had also seen better days. In the front of the old home, there are surprisingly few windows. A long, single-pane window that looked into the living room and a small window on the side of that house at the backend of the living room. It was already framed to be a larger window but when I first saw it, the window was still on order. Also, on the opposite side of the house a couple of windows connected to the kitchen, one over the sink, another a few paces away that looked in on a hallway that led to the living room. On the back of the house was a small window to the bathroom on the extra bathroom that was currently being upgraded. Another long window in the primary bedroom. Finally a small window on the primary bedroom bathroom. There were a bunch of single-pane windows on the top floor, but the repairs for now were concentrated on the ground floor.

There was an incomplete fence that ran from the east side of the property, the side the kitchen was on, most of the way to the driveway. Another piece of dilapidated fence was on the western side of the house, perhaps a hundred feet from the building ...

... denoting the property line. Eventually, it would all be replaced and it would run back to the river another one hundred feet behind the house.

My name is Kyle. At the beginning of the story, I was looking for a place to live. I had a low-paying job with applications for better employment at various businesses based on my degree. The job was not terrible, but my boss was a taskmaster. He was a blind man who ran a record store. Every product, CD, LP, Blue Ray, DVD, whatever, had to be put in a plastic package and this special tag that he could read with his hands put on it. I guess I understand why, but still, he would lose it if I forgot to bag and tag even a single item. I will say the man has an encyclopedic knowledge of music.

I have a bachelor's degree in Medical Administration. I knew the job would come, it just takes time when a person is first starting. At twenty-four I was in no rush to be rich or anything. I just wanted a decent job. The place I had been renting, the house, was sold by the owners. My rent was very cheap at the house as the owners were friends of my parents. But they had sold the house. I did not begrudge them for selling their home as they had given me a big break on the rent for the place when I stayed there. Recently the husband had retired, so they no longer needed the house.

I am told I am not bad-looking, and in fact, I have never had any problems with dating. I went on a few dates when I felt like it, but I truly did not date much. At least ...