Landlord ch.9

She stood under the showerhead, which was just barely taller than she was, her head tilted back, running her fingers through her hair.

"So, you want to talk about what that was," she said, her eyes closed. She seemed very calm, but he could detect a subtle undertone of anxiety in her voice and her body language.

"Yes," he replied.

"Ask away. I'll answer."

"Okay, um...why?" he asked after a moment's consideration.

She opened her eyes and gave him a look that seemed to indicate she might be trying to determine whether or not he was joking. "Well...I wanted to," she replied. "And it was obvious you wanted to." She paused. "I mean, right?"

"Well obviously yes, who wouldn't?" he said. "You'd be surprised," she replied sourly. "But beyond just wanting to...I mean, I've wanted to for awhile. I'm attracted to you, and I just...I had a good feeling about you. I was miserable and depressed and down and I just wanted to feel good. And you made me feel good. Not just the sex, but what came before it. Our conversation, the food, the...flirting. It was nice. Good lord, you are timid though, Harry! I thought maybe I was misreading you...'"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean...how much more obvious did I need to make it! I was hitting on you, touching you, taking my clothes off around you, I left the bathroom door open, I mean come on!"

"Okay, okay, to be fair, am I really in the wrong for not spying on you naked? Like that's a good thing, Daphne."

"Yeah, but it was obvious I left the door open a crack," she replied.

"Was it obvious? What if you didn't realize it was open? What if you thought you'd shut it and were too distracted to noticed it hadn't latched."

She stared at him blankly for a few seconds. "Wow," she murmured.

"What?"

"I'm just...realizing that I've been around so many assholes looking to bend or break any rule they could to see me naked or touch me or try to sleep with me, and I'm realizing that it's warped my perception of what's acceptable. Or at least what should be tolerated." She paused for several seconds. "Fuck," she muttered.

"I'm sorry," he replied, uncertain of how else to reply.

"No it's-it's fine. That's a discussion for later, I guess. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah, it does. Which leads to my next question: where is this going? I mean I don't want to try and pressure you into anything, but it'd be nice to know is this just...fun? Or am I just...a rebound fuck? Because

I mean, if I am, that's fair. Sex with you is awesome...I don't know, I'd just like to know what that was and what this is and where we are because I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and I've been so into you for so long, and I'm putting my life together and-this is all kind of overwhelming. I mean mostly in a good way, but-yeah."

"I'm sorry, Harry," she murmured, stepping for- ward suddenly and hugging him. He hugged her back, feeling another burst of lust as they embraced, nude and wet, and he could feel her huge tits against him. "I didn't...think. About what this might mean to you. But these are fair questions. Um." She pulled back and studied him for a long moment. "I guess...if I'm being flat-out truthful: I don't know, Harry. I'm a mess right now. I know I seem pretty calm at this moment, but I can feel the turmoil bubbling back up to the surface and I know I'll have to deal with it soon. Get some things figured out. But...I meant what I said. If it's too much, I can go. I don't want you to feel like you have to let me stay here."

"I like having you around."

She laughed. "Well, I mean, yeah. You think I'm

really hot and I'm fucking you."

"I think I'd like having you around even if we weren't having sex. Yesterday was really nice. That's been the first time in so long that I've actually felt like I was relaxing with someone," he replied. "It was really nice."

"It was," she said. "So, any other questions?" "Yes: are we going to keep having sex? If you say no, that's fine. It'll be tough, but I can be fine with it."

She looked at him for a moment longer, putting her hands on her hips, lips pursed. It was another one of her appraising looks. "Yes," she said finally. "I'd like to keep having sex with you." She opened her mouth to continue, then hesitated. "Can I be honest?" "Is this about my, uh, size? Or how long I lasted? Normally I-"

"Harry, Harry no," she said, raising her hands. "This isn't about any of that. I told you: you were great. I wasn't lying or stroking your ego. That sex was good. Honestly, I'm surprised. I guess what I was going to say was that...when we first started talking in the break room, I had to admit, there was some immediate attraction there. I thought you were cute, in that shy, younger guy kind of way. I wanted to take you for, uh...well, a test drive. Sexually. I'm not sure if I would have, if I'd been single at the time, because I was worried you might get too attached. But when we hooked up last night, I was thinking you'd be at decent lay, but you...surprised me, Harry. I'm sorry if this sounds like a backhanded compliment, but like you can eat pussy. And you were hitting it just right the first time we fucked, it was so good..."

She smiled suddenly and her eyes lit up. "Also, I wanted to say right now: thank you for letting me ride you. I never get to ride."

"Wait, why?" he asked.

"My height," she replied, as if that should explain everything. He stared at her, waiting. “You don't know?" she asked.

"Know...what?" he replied.

"My height. I'm taller than most men. That's made it hard to ride dick. Also to date."

"Seriously?" "Yeah."

He stared at her for a moment. "Okay, I'm not trying to dismiss you, but that sounds...wrong. Like, is your height really that much of a hang-up?"

"Yes, Harry, it is. Believe me. I've had dates that were over before they even began once the guy saw me. I've had guys pretend they'd made some kind of mistake, guys just walk away, I've had guys get mad at me once they realized I wasn't just taller than them, but obviously taller than them. It's such a weird thing. And even in my relationships, no one ever wants to let me ride, and it's my favorite position!"

"Well, having you ride me was like...I don't even know what it was like. Amazing. Exciting. Mind- blowing. I would be ridden by you every single day if I could."

She grinned and abruptly ducked her head and kissed him on the mouth. "That alone makes me want to continue the sex," she said after they parted. "And you ate pussy, Harry. I don't think you realize what a big deal that is. It's hard to get that. I haven't enjoyed that particular pleasure for a long time. Months. And you just killed it. You slayed that pussy, Harry. Okay?" He laughed awkwardly, again feeling an uncom- fortable heat rushing to his cheeks. “Uh...thanks." "You are so shy!" she declared, sounding delighted.

"I mean yeah," he replied, "I am. You aren't the only one who's been neglected."

That seemed to douse her good cheer a little and she frowned. "I'm sorry, Harry. I tried not to pry during our conversations, but I could tell you were lonely. I was hoping you would hook up with one of the other girls at the store, but...I also was kind of hoping you wouldn't."

"Why?"

"None of them were right for you. You're...I don't know. Different." She sighed suddenly. "I'm not really articulate right now. Next question."

"Can I have the shower?"

She laughed. "Yes."

They switched places and he started washing up. "I've got another question: why me?"

"You mean, why did I come to you?" she asked. He nodded. "I guess...I was sitting in my car, like I said, and it was cold and gray and so miserable out. I was listening to the radio. I had just got done crying. I was so miserable. But after that cry, my brain started coming back online. Whether I liked it or not, I knew I needed to start figuring out things like an adult. Where am I going to stay? Who can I trust? How will I deal with this? I couldn't think of anything, because they'd all tell me I was being stupid, that Draco is a good guy, he's making good money, he doesn't hit me, so what if he cheated? Everyone slips up every now and then. They'd make me feel like I was the bad guy in this picture and I was so sick of hearing that, because I've heard it all before. My 'impossible' standards of not wanting to be fucking cheated on or ignored or having my relationship slowly turn toxic because guys have such a hard time accepting a woman who is taller than them and has a good job that earns real money…

"And then, for some reason, I thought of you. And our conversations. I always loved talking with you. We just...clicked. And I wanted that again. Something in my mind just said ‘yes, go to Harry, he will help you, he'll be nice to you'. And that something was right. This has been wonderful. Our time together yesterday, the sex, sleeping in your bed...it was all really good. So I came to you because I trust you, and I like you, and, okay yes, because I've always wanted to know."

"Know what?" he asked, then shook his head. "Sorry if this conversation seems a little disjointed from my end, this all still kind of overwhelming."

"I get it," she replied. "I always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with you. And now I know, and I'd like to keep knowing."

He felt more lust growing again, finding it hard to believe that she'd had sex with him. And she wanted more. It seemed kind of impossible, and yet here she was, standing before him, naked and wet, telling him exactly that.

There was some cognitive dissonance going on as he had at least one more question, and there was still so much to unpack, with her, with him, between the two of them, and yet he found his eyes drawing to her huge, wet breasts…

"Can I?" he asked, reaching out.

She laughed. "Harry, you're too polite. Yes. You can”

He cupped her breasts in his hands, groping them, massaging them, enjoying the feel of them. They were huge and soft and hot.

"You are just in love with my body, aren't you?" Daphne murmured.

"I mean...yeah," he replied. "You are so god- damned hot." He let go of her breasts and slid his hands down to her hips, her broad, curved hips, then back around to the thick swell of her ass. "Your ass is just amazing."

"You're gonna love doggystyle," she said, grinning down at him, apparently enjoying him enjoying her. She pursed her lips briefly as a new look came over her face. "Maybe we should lay some ground rules..."

"That was going to be my next question. Well, sort of," he said.

"Ask away."

"Okay, so, what exactly are you asking for here? What do your plans look like for the next...I don't know, few weeks? Month? What are you hoping for?"

She frowned, considering it, and he let go of her ass, grabbing some soap instead and starting to clean himself up. "I guess I'm not completely sure. I want to stay here, I want to keep having sex with you, and I want to keep having days like we had yesterday...um, I'll need to go get some of my stuff from, uh, my place. And deal with my ex." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, massaging it, closing her eyes, frustration obvious. When she opened them again she looked at the soap he was using. "Will you do my back?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, and she turned around.

Harry took a moment to admire the broad curve of her hips and the thick swell of her huge ass, then he started rubbing the soap across her back.

She moaned. "Ahhh...that's good. Anyway, Mmm. Like I said yesterday, I'm probably going to get fired soon. But I have some money saved up, and I can kick in for the bills. I don't want you to think I'm a freeloader."

"Honestly, you don't have to," he replied. "I mean, I have a sweet deal here-oh man, I'm gonna have to write to my landlady and make sure it's okay that you move in..."

"Shit, I hadn't thought of that," she muttered. "Yeah...but she'll probably be okay with it? I guess we'll find out. But, and I don't want this to come off as weird or anything, but...the sex alone is enough for you to stay here."

"Well that's nice to hear," she replied, "but it's not like you're the only one getting something out of that particular arrangement. I'm getting a place to stay and good sex. You're just getting good sex."

"Yeah, just," he said.

She laughed. "I feel like we're on different wave- lengths about the sex."

"We are. And I'm reluctant to go into more detail about that. But I guess..." He hesitated, then sighed.

"I don't know. This is all a lot, and it feels fragile and uncertain. All I know is: I like this development. I like having you here, obviously I like having sex with you, and it'd be really nice if that kept happening. But I've never actually lived with someone I was having sex with before, or had my own place before, and you're...so different than me, I don't know if we might drive each other crazy after a week or-"

"Harry," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder, "how about we just...take it slow and see what happens?"

He looked up at her, into her stunning blue eyes, then found himself nodding. "Yeah...okay. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

She faced forward again. "Good...don't forget to go lower."

He looked down. His soapy hands were at her lower back. He saw the thick swell of her huge, naked, pale ass.

Harry ran his hands lower, slowly, savoring the feel of her.

Take it slow. See what happened.

That sounded like a really good idea.