Page 6 of My Russian Roommate

She fills the basket with socks, panties, bras, shorts, pants, tops, and personal hygiene items.

“What about shoes? You need more than just those ugly, sensible work shoes,” I tell her and hold up a tiny, black stiletto.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those shoes,” she blushes. “But, yeah, I guess I could use something a little less clunky than my work shoes.”

“Again, whatever you want. Get more than one pair.”

She tilts her head to the side and asks, “Does the NYPD really pay that well? Maybe I should apply.”

“I have other sources of income. They don’t pay well enough for you to put your life on the line, malyshka.”

We’re on our way to check out when I notice her eyeing a rack of lingerie. My interest piqued, I walk to the rack and ask, “Do you see something you like?”

Her face turns crimson and she lets out a little laugh, “I was just looking. They’re all so pretty.”

“May I make a suggestion?” I ask.

“Okay,” she replies.

I pick up a blue silk teddy with cream trim and hold it against her body.

“This color picks up the blue in your eyes. Stunning.”

“That’s nice, thank you, but I don’t need something like that.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t keep sleeping in my underwear. Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful but…”

“No buts, we’re taking it.” I drop the nighty into the basket. My dick gets hard imagining how she’ll look in it and off it.

With the shopping trip complete, I drop her off at the diner.

“I won’t be able to pick you up because our shifts end at the same time,” I tell her.

“It’s okay. I can take a cab.”

I rustle in my pants pocket and pull out some cash for her cab fare.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll make more than enough in tips.”

“What did I tell you to use your tips for?” I ask sternly.

“Okay.”

“Go straight home. It isn’t safe for you out here that late at night. Believe me, I’m the one they call when there’s trouble.”

“I will. See you tonight,” she kisses my cheek a second time and I make up my mind that the next one is going to be on the lips. Preferably with tongue.

I stop at home to drop off her bags before going to work. I’m running a bit late, but I can’t help but pull the blue teddy out of the bag and hold it against my cheek. I can’t wait until bedtime.

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GOOD GIRLS LISTEN

LEV

Ifinish my shift and drive back home to wait for Leah. Since she’s taking the bus, she’s probably ten to fifteen minutes behind me. I spent all day thinking about her in that blue nighty, and as the evening winds down, I’m becoming even more excited. I start pulling things out to make some dinner before she arrives and rip off my uniform to shower and shave, expecting her to come in before I dress and return to the kitchen.

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