Renting out a room

"…and this is it." I unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping inside the small living room as Stacy followed me.

"Nice." She looked around the room, which we'd furnished with old, comfortable furniture. Stacy tilted her head towards the opposite door. "What's in there? The bedroom?"

"Uh…Right. The bedroom." I cleared my throat. "Bathroom too. Uh, no tub I'm afraid, just a shower, but…"

"Let's take a look," she suggested playfully. "I hope it's a big bed."

"Yeah." I thought I had enough memories by then, but Stacy was already moving and I followed her like a lost puppy.

"Ohhh…This is a nice bed." She sat on it and the bed wasn't large, just a twin mattress, but already made-up and comfortable enough.

"The bathroom is…" I gestured towards an open door.

"Hmmm…" Stacy sighed, laying back on the bed and bringing her leather heels up, with her knees bent and slightly spread. Her skirt rode high along the girl's smooth thighs and I blinked at her.

"We should…" I wasn't ever going to finish another sentence with Stacy around.

"Shhh…You want me, don't you, Dave?" She crooked a finger at me and I felt a chill run up my spine.

"W-What?" I could barely breathe.

"Don't tease me. Come here…Close to the bed, let's see what you have for me," Stacy whispered in a husky voice, reaching for me, grabbing my trousers by the pockets and pulling me towards her. I hadn't realized I stood so close to the bed and I wondered how I'd gotten there.

"Stacy, this isn't…I'm married…"

"So?" She giggled. "That just makes it better, don't you think?"

Her laughter sounded like glass breaking in my heart and it made my knees almost buckle. This wasn't fair at all, I thought. A girl like this shouldn't have so much power over me.