Content: Adult Themes, Adult Language, Nudity, Sex, Brief Alcohol and Drug References

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Slim played guitar, something soft and soulful.

 

Over on the couch, Dirk and Star had been talking about stuff. About Willow Creek. Star had never been here before and was eager to see the sights. About what to do next. Dirk had big plans. Dirk always had big plans. About how hot Star looked in candlelight. The squat didn't have regular lights. The little electricity he got from a clever tap into a nearby power line went to the fridge and the sometimes-working water heater. Slim figured he'd have to take another go at fixing that. Star would likely be wanting hot water. Most girls did.

 

It hadn't taken Dirk long, after he started talking about candlelight, to make his move. Slim really didn't know how guys did that. Dirk. Biggie. Even Spider knew how to talk to women better than he did. 

Slim wasn't used to having people around. 

 

Seemed like, when Biggie had stayed in the squat, it had been a party every night. There would be good beer in the keg. Good weed in the hookah.

 

Biggie would be talking about his latest thing. Biggie was like Dirk that way. Always had big plans. He'd be hanging with his girl, Letitia.  Letitia reminded Slim a bit of Mama LeBlanc. Not that they looked alike at all. Just that they were both women who didn't take shit from anyone, especially their man. Between them, Mama LeBlanc and Letitia kept Biggie's big plans from getting him into worse trouble that he did. 

 

Of course, Spider would be around. Always ready to help Biggie get into the trouble that Letitia was trying to keep him out of.

 

Bubblegum would be there too. She liked hanging with the crew. She liked Hip-Hop. Slim could talk to her about music. 

 

"Oh God, Spider! Yes!"

"Hey, Slim." Dirk's voice stop him from going down that damn rabbit hole. "Which room is ours?"

 

"Big one down the hall on the left," Slim said as he played. "Shit man... sorry... I just remembered that door's busted. You could use the room on the right but it's full of boxes and shit. I can help you get some stuff moved outta there if you want..."

 

"Don't sweat it, bro," Dirk chuckled. "We'll take the open one. Star's in a hurry to find a bed."

 

"Dirk," Star blushed.

The squat got quiet again, if you didn't count the guitar. Slim liked the quiet.

 

He worked his way through the songs he knew and started on the ones he was trying to learn. He'd never get better if he stuck with the same songs, but he hadn't wanted to play the new stuff around the others. Dirk would have just razzed him. Star... he wasn't sure about Star. She was different. He already kinda liked her. 

 

Tomorrow he'd go down to the junkyard. See if he could scrouge up some parts for that water heater. Maybe he'd fix up the leaky faucet in the bathroom sink too. Might even be able to find a new door for the big room on the left. Star would certainly want a door. If she was staying long. 

 

Dirk hadn't said how long they planned on staying. 

Maybe he should just ask. Not that Dirk probably had any idea how long they'd say. That was Dirk, lot of big plans but not many practical ones. Wouldn't hurt to ask though. 

 

In the morning. Dirk was in bed now. With Star.

 

Slim ran through his set one more time, mainly to kill a little time. He thought about running the set a third time, but he had to get some sleep. 

 

He should be able to get down the hallway to his room without bugging his new housemates.

"Oh fuck, I love this pussy," Dirk groaned.

 

Star whimpered, a soft sound full of pleasure that made Slim feel hot.

 

Shit. He could see her, through the doorless frame. On her hands and knees. Her pretty face flushed. Her perky titties swaying as Dirk thrust into her from behind.  

 

"Yeah, tell me you love it," Dirk grunted.

 

"Shhh, he'll hear you," Star whispered huskily.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you," Dirk panted, thrusting harder. "You like showing off. I know you do. Showing off your little tits. Letting guys peek up your skirt at this wet... fucking... pussy."

 

Star gasped and moaned as Dirk drove himself into her.

 

"I bet you'd love it if Slim was in here right now," Dirk growled. "You want him to watch you get fucked. You'd love that, you little slut."

 

"Nnnnghhh," Star whimpered wordlessly.

 

"Oh... fuck... yeah," Dirk grunted, his body jerking as he emptied himself into her.

Shaking himself, Slim forced himself to walk slowly and quietly past the empty doorframe. 

 

Why does this shit keep happening? Got to find a new door. Maybe get some locks. That would mean finding keys to go with them. That might be tricky.

 

"Oh, hi." Star's voice completely derailed Slim's train of thought. 

 

Shit. She was still naked. Flushed and glistening in the candlelight. Her pert breasts rising and falling with every deep, slow breath. Her bud-like nipples hard in the cool air. 

 

"Uh, hi," Slim said.

"I... I was just... this is my room," Slim continued, gesturing lamely at his door.

 

"So, I guess you... heard some of that," Star said with grin. 

 

"No... I mean, yeah, but... I didn't... I wasn't," Slim stammered.

 

"It's OK," Star said brightly. "I mean, you shouldn't take what Dirk says seriously. Not when he's... you know. I mean, you probably shouldn't take him too seriously ever... but definitely not then. Still, I think maybe it's OK if you... heard. Saw."

"Uhhhh," Slim really didn't have any idea what to say. 

 

He didn't know how to talk to girls most of the time. He definitely didn't know how to talk to naked girls who were OK with him seeing them doing... stuff. His eyes slid down Star's pert breasts, her smooth belly, her glistening sex. He felt himself flush as something white and sticky oozed down her thigh.

 

"It's just bodies," Star continued, her smile growing. "Dirk says I'm an exhibitionist but I'm not. Not really. I mean, I don't usually let strange guys watch me fuck. I'm just... you know... comfortable with my body... and I think... well, you seem like a nice guy... so, yeah, maybe it's OK that you were watching."

"Uhhh, yeah. I mean... I really didn't mean to," Slim stammered.

 

"That's why it's OK," Star said, her smile positively lighting up the dark hallway. For a moment they just stood together quietly, before she added. "So, I need to get cleaned up, now."

 

"Ohhh. OK, yeah," Slim nodded, his eyes dropping back to the cum dripping down her thigh.

 

"So, can I get past you?" Star smiled, gesturing at the bathroom door.

 

"Oh, shit. Yeah, Sorry," Slim said, moving out of her way.

Slim's hard-on was almost painful. 

 

Definitely got to get a new door. Wouldn't survive having Star staying without a door on her room. 

 

Comfortable with her body, she'd said. It was a nice body to be comfortable with. 

 

He groaned. He couldn't get those perky little titties out of his head.

She was right on the other side of his wall. He could hear the shower running. 

 

He could see it in his head.

 

Drops of water falling around her like rain. Shining in the bathroom candlelight like stars.

 

Hot water... he hoped it was hot... pouring down her naked body. Over her titties. Her smooth belly. Down her firm, long legs. 

 

She was so... so...

 

Oh fucking God!

 

Shit. Did he have a clean pair of underwear? There must be some around here somewhere.