My New Housemate

She came walking toward me, out of a fog. She was naked, slender, young and beautiful. Long silky dark hair, small, round breasts with small dark and very erect nipples. A dark delta of curls decorated her mound. As she came closer, I could see her dark eyes, and I suddenly knew without looking down at myself that I too was naked.

All there was was the fog all around and us, sometimes bright, sometimes dark. But I could always see her. As she drew close she reached out to me, revealing small patches of dark hair under her arms and I felt my nipples stiffen and throb, felt my pussy go hot and wet.

"Let me love you, Maggie," she said. As her fingers touched me, I awoke with a start. I was alone in bed, the house silent. I swung my feet to the carpet and stood up. With no one to see me I left my robe over the back of the chair and shuffled into the bathroom in just my panties. But I couldn't stay half naked.

Two prospects coming today. I was about to have a rent-paying roommate. This house was built by a couple who wanted to move their mother in with them, so there are two full "master" suites upstairs, both roomy with big private bathrooms and generous sitting areas in addition to a bedroom.

My ex-husband hadn't protested against me keeping the house. I guess catching him in flagrante delicto with his golfing buddy made him feel generous but my income was far short of ours together, so renting the suite at the other end of the hall would make up some of the difference. And make the house feel less empty.

After taking care of my morning necessities I looked myself over in the big vanity mirror. My hair was still wet, clumpy and short. But I still liked what I saw. My breasts are still full and firm, my tummy still flat and firm thanks to my gym downstairs and the pool out back. A pool I used to love skinny dipping in with Dave. Now I swim nude but only because I have the privacy to be able to. Swimming nude is convenient; skinny dipping is only fun with someone you want to titillate.

That wasn't why I'd stopped shaving; my legs show so I do shave them. Nothing else does. And rather than think of happier times with Dave or remembering that day I caught him with a cock in his ass I remember little Inge, an exchange student from Germany, my college roommate. She refused to shave, not her underarms, not her bush, not even her sexy little legs. And she was absolutely the sexiest woman I'd ever known. Because of Inge I'm bisexual, and I wish I could hook up with her again.

I got dressed. Respectably mature. This was a business transaction, not a social event. Over coffee and danish I remembered the dream that I woke up from. Sexual dreams aren't all that unusual for me. It's been nearly two years since I've had actual sex; my toy collection barely holds my libido at bay. But this was so different, not a dream of having sex, but one of almost having sex. Of a woman who so deeply aroused me but who had only brushed her fingertips over my skin. A dream I almost remembered instead of immediately forgetting.

"Hey, I'm Rob. People call me Robbie." A woman about my age stood back, a hovering helicopter mom. I'm not sure exactly why but I instantly took a visceral dislike of her. And Robbie seemed young. Too young; I didn't want to be a baby-sitter or a surrogate Mommy. Was that some stinky marijuana I detected on his denim jacket? I don't have anything against smoking a little pot; in college I smoked all the time. I didn't want my spare room to smell like a dirty bong though. And though he was cute, there was that woman who would undoubtedly always be around. Not that I was interested in fucking him...

"I'm sorry Bobbie, I've decided to rent the room to someone else." He blinked several times, didn't correct my calling him by the wrong name. He turned to look at his mommy. She jerked her head tersely toward the car and that was that. Now there was only one prospect, a woman whose voice on the phone had sounded familiar.

It was only a few minutes after Robbie had gone when I knew that Billie had arrived. Seconds after I had that feeling the doorbell rang, and I was already on my way to open the door. Billie stood there, familiar somehow. Beautiful brown eyes, dark hair in a tight french braid. Horribly clunky black shoes but her legs looked nice in black tights. She wore a denim jumper over a white blouse.

"Hello Maggie. I'm here for the room. I'm Billie." She was so certain, so confident. So sexy. She struck me as being older than she looked even with her purple lipstick. She didn't wear any other makeup, and her skin was smooth and unblemished but she wasn't the college student I had taken her for from her Email picture. And instantly I knew that she was indeed taking the rooms.

It was then that I looked past her. Unlike Robbie's mom, she'd pulled right up in the driveway to the garage doors. Her car was one I wanted as a little girl, one my uncle had restored; a classic Candy Apple red mustang convertible from the seventies. I cried when he sold it because I loved that car so much. And here comes Billie in that very car. It even had the white leather bucket seats....

She's petite compared to me but most people are. I was always tall and gawky. I was six feet tall in High School. And much to their dismay I hated basketball. It was awful; guys were so insecure and sometimes very ugly. I didn't have a boyfriend. And only one girl who liked me.

"Wouldn't you like to see it first?" I asked. She pointed out that she already had. Oh yes... I'd put pictures on the TownBook ad... Still, I'd want to see the rooms with my own eyes. But she followed me up the stairs. At the top I pointed to my bedroom.

"They're identical, mirror images." I ushered her into her room. Her room. She hadn't stepped through the door yet but it was already hers. She slid past me, brushing against me, warm and soft. I smelled her shower soap, mildly fruity. Intoxicating.

"Nice bed," she said as she got past the sitting room. "Big closet!" She approved of everything; the widescreen, the furniture, the view into the backyard.

"You didn't mention the pool!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "It looks perfect!" Ah, there was a time I thought of it so myself. Getting home from work, shedding clothes as I went through the house, leaving a trail for Dave to follow when he got home. The privacy of a high fence, the passion of newlyweds.

"It's very nice," I said, "Very private." She nodded.

"Skinny-dipping and nude sunbathing. Perfect!" Practically my own thoughts, though as I said, skinny dipping alone isn't as much fun. And who exactly was going to complain about my tan lines, or for that matter my unshorn underarms or hairy bush? The real question was, why was I not telling her not to go naked at my pool? Was I really thinking of doing something altogether foolish?

I gave her a tour of the house, then made a copy of her driver's license and gave her a lease agreement to fill out. Didn't really pay any attention to either one. The money order for the rent went into my purse and the paperwork went into my file cabinet in its own little folder.

I gave her a key, the alarm code and the WiFi password.

"I'll let you get settled; I need to run out for a bit." If I hurried I could deposit the money order before the bank closed. Fortunately her car wasn't blocking me in. And surprisingly I wasn't concerned, leaving a stranger alone in my house. Somehow she wasn't a stranger. She was my sexy young housemate. Was I making a huge mistake? Not the renting to her part... The allowing myself to think anything could happen between us. Was I a deluded, horny cougar? Was 38 old enough to be a cougar? I hadn't even looked at her date of birth, surely I was twice her age!

And yet I stopped at the grocery store and got ice cream along with a few essentials. Like I was luring a kid! But she was at least not actually a minor... as far as I knew. Surely not; not with her figure! I mentally scolded myself; STOP THINKING ABOUT HER!

Which of course was impossible. As soon as I got into the house I could think of nothing else but her. She came into the kitchen as I put away the groceries, minus those awful shoes. Her small feet in black nylon immediately caught my attention. I like female feet. So very sexy, not like big hairy men's feet.

"So, you gonna come lay by the pool with me tomorrow Maggie?" I knew I should say no, but I just couldn't. I could already envision her in a bikini. What was wrong with me? She's just a kid!

"Yes," I heard myself telling her. "It's been a long time since I had any company at the pool."

"You shouldn't deny yourself. It's not healthy." The look in her beautiful brown eyes said nothing of mental health. "I'll tell you what. Dinner is on me tonight! Anything you want, my treat!" I hadn't thought about dinner yet, let alone dinner for two. I got the delivery menus out; Dragon Pagoda was right on top.

"I'm gonna go get comfy while we wait," she declared. She unhooked a strap from her jumper, "I'd invite you to join me but someone has to accept the order." The other strap came off her shoulder. The bib fell down and her small round breasts became obvious under her linen shirt. With a laugh she started up the stairs and I watched her, shocked and open mouthed. Was she just teasing me? I was tempted to follow her but something in my subconscious held me back. Something I wasn't sure was a part of me.

She came downstairs in a short silky black kimono, beautifully embroidered with flowers and just barely long enough to make her "decent", just barely closed enough to cover those lovely breasts. Her nearly black hair now loose and long and stringy wet from the shower.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Maggie. I know you're lonely and horny and attracted to me. And that's perfect. I don't have a problem in the world with that." Her bare legs looked delightfully smooth and curvy. And her small feet... my mouth watered, among other things!

The doorbell rang, forcing my attention away from Billie. Our food, a brown paper sack rolled and stapled shut, hot and fragrantly savory. I carried it into the kitchen; I couldn't describe who delivered it because I was so enraptured by Billie's feet and legs as she preceded me to the kitchen. I imagined that she wore nothing under that beautiful robe. Perhaps imagined isn't the word. She kept giving me glimpses of her chest as we ate, nearly exposed her sex standing to help with the dishes.

Sleep that night was achieved after an orgasm facilitated with the muted grumbling of a vibrating silicone phallus. At that, I was sure that as quiet as it was somehow, Billie could hear me. And the dreams. Inge, then Sally. Then Michael, my first male lover. A college party that got out of hand and turned into several of us dancing topless. That time a boy named George talked me into a wet T-shirt contest after a couple of giant frozen cocktails on a Spring Break beach trip. Girls, boys. Some whose name I couldn't remember. Like watching a movie of my sexual life. No other details, Not meeting my husband but a sort of montage of our sexual relationship. Even to a threesome we had before we were married.

I woke up with my T-shirt glued to me with sweat, my panties around one ankle and an unmistakable smell of sex in the air. I had masturbated in my sleep, which, given my marathon sex dream, didn't surprise me. I rushed to the bathroom to shower, then rushed to strip my bed.

And there was Billie in the kitchen, still wearing that kimono, with a gleam in her eye. She said good morning but seeing her sexy legs set me awhirl again and there was no way she couldn't smell the sheets...

When the washer was filling and I came out of the laundry she held out a cup of coffee, "Black and sweet, right?" Which is right, but how did she know? More to the point, it was exactly how sweet I like mine. But rather than try to figure it out, I was fixed on those beautiful eyes and how much of her bare chest I could see!

"We gonna to lay by the pool today? Catch some rays?" It was asked but it wasn't exactly a question. Instead of telling her she was welcome to use the pool I nodded my head. My brain just acquiesced; this was happening!

"I'll go throw on a bathing suit." I said, all thought of argument vanished. Even when she told me not to bother.

"Why? Nobody will see. Just us girls; nothing we haven't seen before! Just grab a couple of towels and get naked!" I was shocked and yet strangely I wasn't unwilling. Still... I had to protest, at least in principle.

"Billie, I'm old enough to be your mother!" She smiled, a smile full of mischief!

"No, you aren't. In fact, very much the opposite, Maggie. I'm guessing you never looked at my license." How did she know? How could she know? How did she know I took three teaspoons of sugar? For that matter, how did she know to call me Maggie when I'd signed the ad Margaret? But somehow I found myself simply accepting that there would be nothing inappropriate in a bit of nude sunbathing with her... Where had I seen her before? I knew her and it was so to speak, right on the tip of my tongue!

And yet here I was, towels in hand, leading Billie down the steps to the pool deck. I handed a towel to her and spread my own onto the lounge. And with less thought about it than I could imagine I shed my bathrobe, my T shirt and my panties. There I was, nude in daylight for the first time in ages, painfully aware that i had a lush, light brown bush hanging out, and equally lush underarms. Like little Inge.

"That's it Maggie! You're glorious!" She untied the sash of her kimono and slipped it from her lithe little body. And that's when I recognized her! Dark delta of pubes. Those perky round breasts, the glimpse of underarm fur...

"It's you! I dreamed about you!" She smiled sweetly.

"I know you did, Maggie. When I found you." When she... found me? She embraced me, pressing herself against me. Skin to skin, a delicious sensation I'd not felt in so very long...

"You... found me?" came stupidly from my lips. She nodded, her face between my breasts. "Your loneliness was like a bittersweet scent. So I came to you. Let me love you, Maggie!" Exactly as in my dream!

She guided me to lay upon the lounge chair, the sun feeling so hot on my skin... and my heart racing... my libido revving up like a motor... I looked up at her, so sexy, so perfectly beautiful. As if she could hear my thoughts (and she probably could if she can "smell" my loneliness,) she told me,

"I am what you desire. I can make you happy. And I can be anything you desire of me. Even someone else." My mind reeled. What... what was happening? What... has found me?

"Who... What are you?" She laughed and those beautiful boobies jiggled.

"I'm Billie! We'd better get some sunscreen on you Maggie, you're very pale." I just nodded, hot, stupid and horny. And watched her sexy butt as she walked over to the plastic cabinet by the steps. She knew me, and she knew where I kept the sunscreen!

She knelt beside my lounge and began to smooth lotion on my skin, a sensual delight! Her hands moving on my skin both relaxed and aroused me! When her hands moved to my breasts I felt myself getting excited. Sexually excited.

I couldn't help myself; she was young and beautiful, her slick hands gliding over my skin. My nipples tingling and stiff, her hands on my inner thighs, so close to my hungry twat...

Her kiss was electric, intoxicating even as her fingertip brushed my nether lips. I moaned into her mouth and she pulled back a bit.

"Shhh, let me love you!" She moved to my breast, swirled her tongue around my stiff, greasy nipple and it felt so good! That it couldn't taste as good as it felt, covered in TikiTropic sunscreen. I lay back, eyes closed, in bliss as her lips kissed me to my tummy, to my navel. My thighs parted, my feet coming off the lounge to drape to the deck.

"So lush," she murmured as her fingertips tousled my bush. "So feminine!" A monet later her hot breath was blowing my engorged lips. My hands found her head as her tongue began to stroke me. It had been so long since anything but my own fingers had touched my pussy. She wasn't shy; she probed my most intimate places, explored my nastiest fetishes. My first orgasm my feet came off the deck, the next, with her tongue dancing on my clit and two fingers in my quim had them waving in the air.

I was seeing sparkles, I was twitching and jerking and I had to be letting out obvious obscene vocals! Mercifully she let up. It wasn't easy but she snuggled with me on the narrow lounge.

"That was wonderful," she said, and I realized that that was what I was thinking; it should have been what I was saying. Instead I merely agreed.

"Yes it was..." She seemed very happy. She felt warm and soft and comfortable against me. Given the early fall heat we should have been sweltering but we were delightfully comfy.

"Swap places and let me love you, Billy." She rolled onto her side.

"If you really want to. You don't have to, though. I'm here for you, Maggie."

"Of course I want to. I like to be a giving lover!" She smiled sweetly, and stroked my face. I know I was still blissed from orgasms and perhaps that's why she seemed almost to glow! I rolled onto my side and kissed her, her lips were sweet. Little by squirming little she made it onto her back and I crouched over her. I kissed and licked her face and neck, her skin as sweet as her lips. When I got to her breasts I was so glad she hadn't oiled up. I licked and sucked her mocha nipples to hard little points and her fingers wove through my hair.

"Oh Maggie!" I kissed her taunt tummy, teased her bellybutton and made her giggle. I know that women tend to go hairless these days but that she had a wonderfully womanly lushness. Soft dark curly pubes that excited me just as Inge had so long ago. Her actual pussy was free of hair, her lips edged almost the same caramel color of her nipples. Her little starfish was dainty.

And I wanted her to cum as intensely as I had, and I do know a thing or two about pleasing a pussy. I licked and poked and flicked. I ate her pussy and I ate her ass! She squirmed and clutched my fingers inside her. She was dripping wet, and I swear her tummy jumped and her legs jerked and she cried out. I swear she came!

After a few moments she sat up. "Let's take a dip!" I was a bit surprised. Jumping up for a swim was not something I think about after an orgasm! She got up, reached out to help me up.

"Wasn't it good for you?" I asked, feeling a bit hurt. She smiled.

"Of course it was, you're a wonderful lover!" She turned and trotted to the edge, her bottom so shapely, and dove gracefully into the water to swim underwater to the opposite edge. "Come on Maggie!" I still felt disappointed somehow, but I did my best to dive in as gracefully she had.

As we climbed out she looked so beautiful. And she knew something was wrong. She embraced me, her skin felt warm and soft against me. She looked into my eyes.

"What's wrong Maggie?" I felt like I had barely done anything.

"I feel like... I don't know. Like I didn't give as good as I got." She laughed, kissed my nose.

"You're being silly," she laughed. "It felt wonderful. But like I said, I'm here for you, Maggie." I've told guys much the same thing when I didn't cum, and

I told her so. She took a deep breath. "You're being silly," she repeated, and still holding me tight she kissed me again. My self doubt vanished like it had never been and I found myself melting to her. I wanted more. I wanted more of her!

She guided me to our towels and briskly dried me. With our towels over one arm, I let her lead me inside. I felt lightheaded, euphoric, like I was walking on clouds! Upstairs and into my bathroom. As if we'd discussed it all I stepped into the glass enclosure as she turned on the water and rubbed her soapy hands over my skin. It felt heavenly, and yet... I barely reciprocated. A few sudsy caresses that probably excited me more than her.

"This seems so unfair Billie," I said as she dried me again. "You make me feel like... like I could cum just seeing you, but I've barely touched you!" her cheeks dimpled.

"I'm fine, Maggie! Really. I'm here for you!" God she's beautiful! Slender yet soft and curvy. And what had she meant when she said she was older than me? That my loneliness had a scent? How had I dreamt of her? And what had she said? About... even being someone else?

"Billie, I've never felt like this about anyone, no matter how madly in love

I was! Who are you?"

"I'm Billie." She knew that wasn't going to satisfy my curiosity no matter how hot for her I was! She sat beside me on the bed, holding my hands, her nipples stiff and a dark fire behind those dark eyes.

"Your kind has had many names for my kind, not always kindly though in truth we offer only happiness in return for happiness. Right now, even as you feel hesitant, you radiate... bliss!"

"Whatever are you talking about, girl!" I asked.

"In ancient times, we were called Lillith by one of your tribes, and described as seductive demons. Your term nightmare was inspired by us, again described as a demon who sat upon sleeper's chests and caused naughty dreams. The ancient Greeks called us Lamia; same thing. Vampires and harpies. Then someone called us succubus and incubus, which is almost what we call ourselves, on those rare occasions that two of us meet. Succuba, because in truth we are genderless beings."

"You... you say you're a... a demon?" Surely I was having some sort of fever dream!

"No, that's just what we've been called over the millennia. We aren't human, but we aren't monsters either. We evolved right beside you. We are what you would call psychic, though your science hasn't a clue what that means. We are technically Emovores, consumers of emotional energy. Mostly sexual energy. We live a very long time and we only reproduce once or twice if we live long enough. I've lived long enough to have made a fortune a pharaoh would envy; you need never worry about money. But I know you well enough to know you'll keep that job you pretend to hate because it's not the job that you hate but your situation."

Well that was true enough. But something so outlandish you don't accept so easily. I was never a believer in ghosts and goblins. Or magical orgasm energy eaters!

"Wait a minute! You ate Chinese food last night!" I thought I had my gotcha!

"Sure, I'm in nominally human form. I can taste food but I get no sustenance from it. And yes, it goes right through me so... kind of similar that way. No bacteria though; they can't deal with our... metabolism." She... she's talking about... ok. You're a sexually open minded, mature woman who has sampled that... side of the taint, as it were.

"So, you're in it for MY orgasmic energy," said, thinking this had to work out as a bizarre joke.

"Yes. Exactly. And I do experience pleasure from your... affection. That's sexual energy too, but it's not the same as what you feel. Sort of an appetizer before the main course. And yes, I'll save you asking, I do guys too. They're so easy though; literally I can be a breeze they can't even see, and POP! An Epicurean would call that an amuse-bouche, just a taste. A female orgasm is a banquet with all the trimmings. And you're multi-orgasmic... I'll probably bud quickly with you!" I wrinkled my nose.

"Bud?" She smiled and nodded her head.

"When we collect enough energy we develop a bud. That bud grows until it can sustain itself and then it goes its own way. Don't worry, you can't see it."

"Jeezus, Billie. I'm not sure what to think. What to even believe!" She nodded.

"I get ya. It's a lot to digest. But you remember I told you I could be someone else? Well, how's this for a trick?"

She stood up, turned to face me with her feet apart.

"This takes some effort and some energy so we'll keep most of me the way you like. But I wasn't kidding when I said I could be different!" She nodded down toward her furry muff.

Her labia began to lengthen and hang lower, at the same time her clit fattened and began to protrude. Her lips became thicker, rounder. What had been a dainty pink button was longer and thicker. She wrinkled her brow, squeezed her lips tight. In a couple of minutes my lovely succuba had sprouted a very handsome, very stiff and veiny erection.

"Wanna fuck?" I asked with a smile. Call me crazy; I think I'm gonna love my new housemate!