Anna looks down vacantly for a moment before brightening up, the question finally reaching her through the fog. Her head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she scans the intersection for the building she was looking for. Finally, she lets out a little gasp, pointing off to one of the corners with her hand as the bag swings dangerously beneath it.
"There!" she calls out, beginning the last stretch of our walk towards my home. "You're staying in that...that...uh..." she stammers, pointing at a large old two-story build standing alone on the corner opposite the second-hand store. It is across the street from the block the annex sits on, the similarly old build having a small lane way to its left separating it from the neighboring property as it rests at a slight angle like the mirroring store across the street.
Swallowing hard I look up at it, taking in the aging exterior as my eyes darting quickly over the cracking surface. The windows are held in place by beautifully designed yet rickety-looking frames. Dark green paint appears to have been freshly applied to the aging features, restoring the old peeling paint before I had arrived.
An old iron lamp rests high next to the dark green front door, the fancy light appearing to be a refurbished element of the old building with a modern LED bulb sitting inside the cage of glass and metal. The large door, sitting at the top of a small series of gray stone steps, reminds me of the antique doors I had seen at the annex with two long panels and an arch having been carved into the dark green painted wood long ago.
As we approach the street I begin to fumble with my bags, searching for my keys as we reach the gutter. I'm forced to make a small jump over the stream of running water while Anna merely glides over it with a single graceful if tipsy step.
Eventually, I manage to find the keys amongst my belongings, hissing as I notice the several keys on the small key ring. As we reach the stairs I race up in the rain, squealing as I begin to fumble and try all the tiny pieces of metal in tern.
"Fuck...come on..." I mutter, wondering if the lock was just old and stuck before finally feeling one key give way with a loud clunk. I quickly spit my cigarette onto the steps below me, stomping it out as roughly and quickly as possible. I practically tumble through the door, my boots landing against the hardwood flooring with a loud series of thuds.
I let out a gasp as I stumble into the large entryway of the old home, my sweet voice echoing slightly down the long tall hallway. Anna quickly follows me inside, her torso still halfway outside the door as she mewl and groans while struggling to close the umbrella.
The ceiling of the entrance feels downright gigantic from my new viewpoint, the high roof matching the floors beautiful Victorian skirting. A large metal lighting fixture hangs in the center of the large entrance, several domes of glass hiding the modern LED bulbs from the world at large as it gives off an air of antiquity.
The walls are painted a light flaxen color, the skirting appearing to be an even lighter shade of yellow in an effort to make the room feel brighter than it was. A set of stairs rest to the right of the long central hallway, slightly hidden behind the lip of the rightmost archway, the wooden banister made of a slightly lighter wood than the stairs as it rises to the second floor. A small closet sits underneath the stairs, the utilization of space reminding me of the fantasy novels of my youth.
The room is suddenly flooded with warm light, the front door slowly closing behind me as a freezing cold Anna tries to escape the elements.
"Where's the...hic...the heating!?" squeal Anna as she races off into a room to our right, slipping off her wet heels with no small amount of effort before reaching the thick shag carpet in the neighboring room.
I stand in awe a little while long, blinking rapidly in the warm light as I stare down the hall. It appears to branch off into a few more rooms before reaching a set of doubles doors to the back, each bearing a pane of stained glass with an image of birds and lush greenery.
To my left I glance into the other room, staring at the continuation of the polished hardwood floor into what appeared to be some sort of reading room. An old olive green recline rests beside a large fireplace, the fluted edges of the massive feature appearing to have been replaced as the colors of the unpainted material no longer form one cohesive whole. Empty bookshelves rest up against the wall shared with the hallway, as far away from the fireplace as possible for obvious reasons.
The large window in the wall shared with the front door is covered in a thin lacy curtain, the light cream ruffled material looking like something you would find at your grandma's house rather than the home of a young professional.
I'm snapped from my exploration as I hear a loud groan from Anna in the carpeted room, the depressed tone of her sad intonations causing me to race off to go check on her.
No matter how I walk I find myself stomping around in these new shoes, the heavy soles constantly landing with a loud thud despite my best efforts. I'm extremely thankful as I reach the carpet, the thick pile muffling my footsteps as I explore the strangely decorated room.
It was like they had gotten halfway through remodeling it before I moved in. The walls are coated in a fresh coat of white paint in a modern ideal, while the thick light brown carpets scream the 1960's at the very latest. A large painting of an old boathouse sits on the floor, a single nail sitting in the wall where it had once rested over a now completely empty white mantle.
An old boxy wooden cabinet sits in the corner of the room between the wall and the front window, the lacy white curtains resting behind a large LCD TV resting unplugged atop the oddly angled piece of furniture. The front of the cabinet is made of glass, the doors being that old kind where you have to click them in to spring the doors open.
Turning to my left I notice why the furniture is at that strange angle. The wall is indented from the entry hall as the stairs take up some of the shared space. A large leather couch rests perfectly along the angled indentation, a human shaped lump resting and shivering under a large orange blanket that had covered the sofa.
"Anna" I grumble, jabbing at the shivering mass. The towering woman's long legs quickly spill out from under the fuzzy orange item, her messy red hair slowly popping out by one of the leather armrests.
"I could...couldn't find the...hic...the thermo...thermi..." she stammers, wriggling up to look me in the eyes as she cuddles up with the blanket.
"The wha..." I begin to reply, taking a moment to recognize what the hell the drunken mature young masquerading as a college girl was talking about. "There's a fireplace in the..." I begin to mutter, pointing roughly in the direction of the reading room.
I don't even get to finish my sentence before Anna drunkenly leaps to her feet, staggering slightly as she grabs my shoulders for support. I let out a pained grunt as I feel her body weight press down on me, her massive chest smothering me for a moment in her bright orange top. Again, I'm met with the frustration feeling of my lack of arousal, instead feeling overwhelmed by an awkward and jealous sensation rather than any desire to...do...something I couldn't really remember to the smothering pliant flesh.
As she find her balance she spins around, collecting the bottles and her bag from the couch before rushing off eager to work out how to light the fire and warm up.
"Better not burn the house down" I mutter under my breath, swaying in place as I turn to check out the remainder of the room.
It appears to continue along in a curved L-shape, narrowing down before reaching a wide archway and expanding out into a rather large and ornate dining room. The dark space is fairly difficult to see without finding the light switch, though I can still make out the sight of a large wooden table in the center surrounded by fabric-backed chairs.
A massive glass cabinet rests at the back of the room, the faint shape of plates and bowls barely reaching me through the dark dank lack of lighting. A slight amount of light appears to be coming in from the let, the same warm light from the hallway inching its way into the distant dining space.
"Joooooordy" whines Anna, her high-pitched wails reverberating through the whole house. "Help!" she cries, this time keeping it short and sweet.
In my tipsy stupor I worry that she may have set fire to something she shouldn't have, causing me to race as fast as my short slender legs would carry me in these weighted boots. I stumble to a stop as I enter the reading room, glaring at Anna as I stare at her sitting in front of the unlit fireplace. Beside her is a small puddle of clear liquid, the freshly opened vodka bottle in her hands obviously missing some liquid.
"I couldn't get it...and then I opened..." she mumbles nervously, obviously embarrassed at her own antic which ill-befit a woman in her fifties.
Letting out a sigh I notice a small dial and a pilot light switch by the fireplace, shuffling my way over before getting on my knees beside it. Bending over, giving Anna a good look at my pert leather-clad ass beneath my skirt, I begin to fiddle with the dial and tap at the button. After several failed attempts to get the thing to light I let out a groan, cursing my foggy mind and fully believing that I could have done this easily if I were sober.
Still bent over, my back arching sharply, I look back at Anna. I catch her staring straight at my firm smackable behind, her cheeks bright red with faint pokies becoming visible through her multiple tops. Choosing to ignore her ogling for now, figuring that she was just getting used to something in her new body and rampaging hormones, I eventually pipe up.
"I'll find...*hic...*find a towel for that" I splutter, pointing back at the pol of vodka slowly spreading across the wooden floor.
"What..." mutters Anna, breaking from her aroused stupor with a little bounce. "Right, I'll clean...um..." she whimpers, fiddling with the blanket she had wrapped herself in. Without much thought she quickly begins to dab at the spill with the blanket, quickly soaking it up into the fabric as the whole thing takes on the harsh scent of vodka.
"Hey!" I snap, causing the towering woman to freeze up. "Let me...let me find a towel or...or something" I blurt out, climbing to my feet as I for once tower over Anna. Her dabbing at the vodka quickly stops, her eyes shifting to something else as I stand over her. She simply stares up my skirt, her eyes locked to my soft supple thighs as she begins to squirm beneath her blanket.
Groaning at her behavior I walk off to the hallway once again to explore a little more, leaving the redhead with her liquor and vodka-scented blanket.
"What...what's wrong with me..." whimpers giant goddess, her faint worried voice only just reaching me as I round the corner and race down the hallway.
I find myself passing the closet under the stairs and the doorway leading to the dining room to the right. A door leads off to the left and another to the right before I reach the large double-stained glass doors. I can't resist peeking into each of them, partly out of curiosity and out of a desire to find a towel or something.
The smaller room to the right is a bright daffodil-colored bathroom, a tiny bath and shower combination resting under a small window at the far end of the room. The fixtures look entirely new, having been simply installed in the dark brown tiled room without any other alteration. Sadly, no towels are in the room itself, likely having been packed away if any actually remained in the house.
To the left is an empty study, or really a potential bedroom. The walls are painted a fresh coat of white paint, a single tall window sitting up against the far corner of the room that stretches from the ceiling to the lush new eggshell white carpeting.
Stumbling to the double doors I try to push and pull them open. It is only after a short amount of impotent struggling that I realize they're sliding doors, causing me to blush with embarrassment as I slide them to the side and shuffle into the next room.
Flicking on the light switch I find myself in a disgustingly bright orange room, the old paint being the only original piece of the oddly modern kitchen. The light wooden cabinets look like they were made for an entirely different room, the shiny white countertops shimmering the warm light having never been used before. They form a U-shape, wrapping along the right wall and the far wall before twisting back inward. Brand new appliances sits all around the kitchen, some still having the protective file still in place.
A large collection of glasses and mugs sit on a large shelf above the sink, a row of kitchen towels sitting over the shiny silver faucet. Desperate for both of those things I race over, darting around the nearby countertop that makes up the U-shaped kitchen space. I can easily reach the glasses, though I groan as I imagine how I would do it without the added height my shoes give me.
Spinning around a few things catch my eye. Two doors rest opposite the kitchen in the wall to the left of the sliding doors. They appear to branch off into relatively far smaller rooms than the rest of the ones I had seen, most likely being some sort of laundry and...something else.
A small note sits atop the counter, the white paper having blended in with the smooth countertop when I had first looked. Shuffling over, glasses and towel in hand, I quickly begin to read the typed-out note.
Dear Mr. Hughes,
Welcome to your new home.
We'd hoped to have it fully renovated before introducing new staff
however the recent cuts forced our hands regarding the accommodations.
We have left a small welcome gift in the fridge for your arrival
Best regards
Latham College Administration Office
My eyes dart back towards the massive stainless steel finished fridge
for a moment before returning to the note. A small note is scrawled in
the corner in red ink, the handwriting barely being legible thanks to
the size and the rushed nature of its writing.
Pilot on fireplace acts up
Twist dial all way 2 right before holding pilot for 5 seconds
I can't help but grin as I read the advice, vindicated in the fact I couldn't get the fireplace going myself. I begin to shimmy my way over to the fridge, my giddiness coming through in my hips as I shake them from side to side.
Inside the fridge I find practically nothing, the shelves being bare except for a rather nice bottle of champagne. I take the bottle greedily, realizing just how drunk I was going to get tonight and strangely unable to stop myself from smiling at the thought.
I quickly close the fridge, carefully walking back towards the hallway with my arms filled with various breakable items. I manage to kill the lights before giving up on the doors, leaving them open as I shuffle my way back to where I had left Anna.
As I approach the reading room I hear soft mewling and panting coming from beyond the archway, Anna's voice reaching me far sooner than the sight of her. The sounds she's making sound...familiar, but it's hard to place them.
Drawing closer it finally hits me, though only in a painfully limited manner. They were like the noises I had made in my car ride over, when I had been grinding against my seat on the rough road and the powerful vibrations had coursed up through my sensitive new body.
Peeking around the corner I look at Anna in shock. The towering redhead is sitting with her legs spread and her back to the doorway, her hands cupping her chest and rubbing against her tight yoga pants. I recognize faintly what she is doing with her chest, her slender fingers massaging the gargantuan flesh and pinching her hardened nipples like I had done in my initial fumbling explorations back at the Flash Sale, but whatever she was doing with her other hand was lost on my restricted mind.
It was almost painful as I tried to remember what the hell she was doing. However, it was like those memories and that knowledge was simply locked away from me.
Deciding not to embarrass her over playing with her new chest I back up a little before calling out "Found some towels!"
"Fuck" I hear the redhead splutter out, fumbling to right herself before I entered the room. As I round the corner I find her wrapped head to tow in the orange blanket, her face red with tiny glistening beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.
"Tha...That's great" she stammers, her voice slightly hoarse and crackling as she tries to keep her cool. Her eyes light up as she sees the glasses and the champagne, an eager grin forming of her reddened lips at the thought of having some alcohol we could potentially both stomach.
I hold out the champagne and the towels for her to take, keeping the small rocks glasses close to my chest with my other arm. As she reaches up absentmindedly her blanket falls away, revealing her chest briefly and her achingly engorged nipples. I try to pretend not to notice, bending down to place the glasses on the floor instead, though it is obvious by the nervous look on her face that Anna saw me look.
She quickly sets about mopping up her little spill before bundling herself back up in the blanket, eager to hide her aroused body beneath the fuzzy fabric.
I on the other hand return to my kneeling position before crouching down on all fours. As I try to follow the note's instructions I find myself wriggling from side to side, the movement feeling normal in my tipsy and energetic body while working on these focus-heavy tasks.
Finally, after the second or third try the heater roars to life, flickering flames quickly licking up from behind a pane of tempered glass and between several fake wooden logs. I hear a low rumble spread through the house as several fans switch on, my eyes becoming drawn to a series of small ducts in the ceiling and floor as I notice the ducted heating for the first time.
"So...um..." stammers Anna, popping the champagne bottle and pouring us each a tall glass of the bubbly drink. "What...um...cheers?" she squeaks, holding out the glass as she shuffles closer and closer to the heater.
Letting out a little tipsy giggle I pick up my glass, clinking it against hers before downing the delightfully tart and fizzy drink as we begin our little celebration.
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