Literotic asexstories – Multiple Units #306 by JimBob44,JimBob44
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Venice Apartments had a sign out front, with the name ‘Venice Apartments’ in black against a background of the Italian flag of green, white, and red. Encircling the name was the silhouette of a gondola and gondolier.
The complex was comprised of four separate buildings arranged in a square. Each building faced inward, faced the pool and small courtyard. The first building, the northeast building was three floors, with five apartments on each floor. Apartments 101, 105, 201, 205, 301 and 305 were two bedroom units. The three units in between each two bedroom unit were one bedroom units. The southeastern building had apartments 106 and 107 on the ground floor, each a two bedroom unit. The second and third floors had four single room efficiencies on each. The southwestern building was a duplicate of the northeastern building, each floor with a two bedroom unit on the corners, separated by three one bedroom units. And the northwestern building was a duplicate of the southeastern building, a ground floor of two units, each with two bedrooms, then eight one room efficiencies atop. Behind the northwestern building was a large laundry room and an exercise room.
Across the parking lot in front of the northeastern building was the rental office. And on top of the rental office was the apartment building’s clubhouse. Each tenant had the right to reserve the clubhouse for parties, but they must notify the apartment manager of the desired time that they planned to use the clubhouse.
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#306
Bentley walked up the two flights of metal stairs to the third floor of the Venice Apartment building. He looked to his left and saw he was in front of APARTMENT 301 so walked along at a brisk pace. Kiera had said she lived in apartment #309. Finding the door, he gave a smart knock on the door and waited.
He heard muffled voices, then saw the peephole darken. He also heard a muffled clatter from the long narrow window next to the door. Then he heard more muffled voices.
“Yeah?” a cute red headed pixie asked, unsure smile on her cute face.
“I, uh, hi, I’m Bentley,” Bentley Smith stammered, showing the red head the one liter bottle of Subain’s champagne he’d bought. “Uh, Kiera? Said she just moved in? Apartment three oh nine?”
The young red head was wearing a too short and too tight tee shirt that showed off her cute belly. Bentley looked at her pale legs, exposed by the skimpy bikini bottoms she wore. His eyes flickered up to her small chest, but he did not see the tell-tale signs of a bikini top underneath the snug garment.
“Three oh…Oh, damn, Belly, the stupid six fell again.”
“Again? Damn, just fixed it other day,” a cute blonde complained, appearing next to the small red head.
Bentley nearly dropped the bottle of champagne; the blonde was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and nothing else. Her apple sized breasts were capped with light brown areolae roughly the size of a half-dollar, with nipples protruding nearly a half-inch. When she turned to once again twist the numeral six upward, Bentley saw that her panties were a thong, the strap disappearing in between to juicy looking tanned globes.
“Why you want see that bitch Kiera?” the blonde asked, now turning to face Bentley.
“Belly that ain’t nice no,” the red head said. “”Maybe they related?”
“Then he knows she’s a bitch. God damn, offer to help her she about bite my head off?” the blonde snapped to the red head.
“Three oh nine’s…” the red head pointed to her left.
“Third door down,” the blonde said.
“Why you say that? It’s the last door on the left. Don’t got to tell him count one two three. It’s the last door. That’s all you got to say,” the red head chastised her friend.
Bentley now noticed that the red head’s bikini bottom was not a swim suit; they were panties. He hoped his erection wasn’t obvious as he turned to shuffle to Apartment #309.
“Hey, get tired of her shit? Come on back,” the blonde offered.
“Belly!” the red head squealed.
“What? He’s cute,” the blonde said.
The door closed, shutting out any further conversation the two girls were having. Bentley approached apartment 309 and gave a sharp rap on the door.
“Yeah? Oh, it’s you,” Kiera said, flinging the door open then sneering at the sight of Bentley.
“Uh, yeah, you said drop on by,” Bentley said, holding up the bottle of champagne.
“Huh? Oh, oh yeah,” the beautiful blonde grimaced. “God, like I really thought you’d…whatever. I guess come on in.”
In that instant, Bentley saw the contempt his coworker had for him. True, the five foot four inch eighteen year old girl was a stunning beauty with flawless skin, slim nose and pouting lips. But Bentley could now see beyond the perfect dimpled smile and crystal clear blue eyes and large breasts. He now saw the haughty, conceited interior shining brightly through the outer beauty.
“Sorry; won’t bother you ever again,” Bentley said, thrusting the bottle of cheap champagne into Kiera’s hands.
“And sure as fuck won’t be trading any more of my Saturday shifts with you, bitch,” Bentley thought as he marched away.
Bentley was nearly to the stairs when he remembered ‘Belly’ saying to come on back when he’d had his fill of Kiera’s shitty attitude. He turned and marched to apartment 306 again. The six had again turned, looking like a nine. But, looking at the door, Bentley could see the faint outline of the six.
Again, the peephole darkened and there was a light clatter. The muffled voices were a little louder this time and Bentley gave an unsure smile.
“Hey! Wow, that didn’t take long,” Belly said, flinging the door open.
“Hey; said when I get tired…” Bentley said, looking at Belly’s cute breasts.
“Come on in; Jelly’s making us some pudding; you like pudding?” Belly said.
“Who don’t like pudding?” the red head asked, using a small hand held mixer to whip together the ingredients.
“It’s vanilla. Not everyone likes vanilla,” Belly said.
Bentley saw that the red head no longer wore her tee shirt. Her compact buttocks wiggled and waggled as she finished mixing the pudding together.
“Its vanilla with chunks of apple mixed in,” Jelly corrected.
“Uh, hi. I, I’m Bentley. Bentley Smith,” Bentley said as the red head turned, giving him an unobstructed view of her pretty little lemon shaped breasts with pale pink nipples.
“Hi. I’m Belly Hall and that’s Jelly Landry,” Arabelle Hall said, smiling.
“Hi Bentley, Bentley, like the car?” Angelle Landry asked.
“Yeah, like the car,” Bentley shrugged; quite used to the question.
“Come on, sit down,” Belly said, pulling Bentley to the futon.
Bentley looked around; the room was sixteen by twelve. There was a small kitchenette, where Jelly worked to scoop the pudding into three bowls. Just behind her was a small table with two chairs. Behind the second chair was a rickety looking bookcase with a small television and small radio atop the wooden and metal structure.
The futon and a tall dresser were the only other pieces of furniture.
“Oh, hey, now that we got some muscle; think he could do the back for us?” Belly suddenly asked her roommate.
“Oh!” Jelly gasped, ceasing her noisy rooting around for a third spoon.
“Back?” Bentley asked.
“Yeah, my stupid dad put this futon together and ever since, we can’t get the back to go down,” Belly explained.
Hmm,” Bentley said, getting to his feet.
Part of the problem, he deduced, was they had the back squarely against the wall. He moved the futon, Belly still sitting in it, which caused both Jelly and Belly to squeal then laugh.
Now that the back was clear of the wall, Bentley first pulled it forward, then pushed firmly on the back. With a groan, the back lowered and clicked into place, forming a bed.
“Oh wow!” both Jelly and Belly whooped.
“Now how we get it up again?” Jelly asked.
Bentley showed them, then had Belly practice lowering the back again.
“Too cool!” Belly enthused and gave Bentley a kiss, directly on his lips.
“Yeah,” Jelly said and also kissed him.
“And for your reward…pudding,” Jelly declared.
The three sat, Bentley in between the two girls and ate their pudding. It was warm and Bentley didn’t much care for the mealy apple chunks Jelly had mixed into the thick mixture. But, he ate it nonetheless.
“O, if y’all couldn’t get it down, where y’all been sleeping?” Bentley asked.
“The couch,” Belly said.
“Yeah, I don’t take up no room,” Jelly agreed.
Bentley imagined the two roommates curled up, bare flesh touching bare flesh and again developed an erection. He put the bowl onto his lap, hoping to hide his boner.
Bentley told them he worked at the Arrow Court PC Nation cell phone store. Immediately, Belly insisted he look at her cell phone. Bentley’s erection, which had been subsiding shot up again as Belly bent over, displaying her beautiful buttocks as she rooted around on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.
It was a cheap phone, certainly nothing PC Nation would ever sell. But Bentley helped Belly log onto the apartment’s Wi-Fi connection. For that, he received a kiss. A sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue.
Arabelle and Angelle both worked at the Go-Kart Ranch in Jack’s Creek; they both assured him it was not as fun as it sounded. Best friends since the eighth grade, the moment they’d received their first paychecks, they’d moved in together.
“A lot of best friends? They move in together? Totally kills their friendship right there,” Jelly said.
“But us?” Belly said, reaching across Bentley’s lap to squeeze Jelly’s hand.
“That, how big that is?” Belly then asked, looking down at Bentley’s straining erection.
“We can see it?” Jelly asked, voice an excited whisper.
“Yeah, we letting you look at our titties,” Belly countered.
Bentley was slightly pudgy; he packed one hundred eighty five pounds on a five foot, eight inch frame. He had shoulder length blond hair that he usually kept in a ponytail, warm brown eyes behind black frame eyeglasses, and teeth badly in need of some orthodontic attention. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t particularly handsome either. He certainly was not used to two cute girls asking to see his manhood.
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