My sexy tenants

My name is Tai and like most typical successful Asians, I am an accountant. I graduated from UC San Diego five years ago and now live alone in a house that used to belong to my parents but they have since moved to another city to retire. I figured, rather than spending money on rent to live in a tiny apartment, might as well save up over the years and live in a nice big three story house. I live up in the penthouse suit while I rent the rooms on the second floor to students attending college in town. We all share the common room and dining space. The basement is mainly used as storage for my parents’ belongings. Since the mortgage is all paid off, the rent money I collect is essentially easy income and I usually charge lower than what most apartments and campus residences ask for so it’s a cheaper alternative for those attending school.

For the first couple of years, I rented to grad students because they were more or less the same age as me but the demand from undergrads for the space has grown. This year, I rented two rooms out to two undergrad students; Yasmin, who is half Puerto Rican and half Dutch is a UCSD junior from New Jersey and Diana is a sophomore international student from Russia. They’re both pretty good tenants. Yasmin has quite the social life but she never brings trouble home. At most she’ll talk too loudly on her cell phone which disrupts Diana’s studying but that’s a rare occurrence. Diana is quite the studious type. In fact, she decided not to go back to the campus residence after her freshman year because she was not fond of all the crazy partying that happens. She’s one of the few people who is not a fan of the typical American college experience I guess. She’s usually studying in her room and whenever she brings a study buddy over, she always lets me know beforehand. Diana is a sweet girl and I like having her around. She tells me stories from her home and is always asking how my day was, which is nice. Yasmin’s pretty cool too. She would sometimes offer to make everyone dinner. It sure makes meals more interesting than my usual spaghetti and meatballs or Chinese take out. Of course, I offer to pay for the groceries. Overall, the living situation is pretty good.

Life on the other hand is not so great. I just broke up with my girlfriend about six months ago. We were seeing each other for less than a year and she was already sending me crazy signals about marriage and the like. Not that I wouldn’t mind settling down since I am finished school with a decent career going for me but I wouldn’t even consider this subject until at least two years together. Basically, all my friends would tell me how she had the crazy eyes, especially once Yasmin and Diana moved in. She started to get insanely jealous, pouting and whining whenever I choose not to stay at her place overnight. Sometimes she would jokingly make accusations that I just want to go home to my “mistresses”, something I didn’t find funny. I mean, other than noticing their beautiful physique, I’ve never made a pass on them or anything of that sort. This was a friendly and professional relationship and I definitely didn’t need the reputation as the guy who takes advantage of his tenants. Needless to say, the jealousy went a little overboard, to the point where Diana would feel like she’s getting the stink eye from my girlfriend every time she was here and Yasmin would feel utterly uncomfortable every time she was around so I eventually broke up with her because she was getting a little too whiny. So here I am, single and living with two incredibly sexy ladies that I can’t hit on. My balls couldn’t get any bluer. I still never make any moves on them out of respect but it can get really hard to keep my urges in. Sometimes, because they knew I wouldn’t mind, Yasmin and Diana would tell me all the weird things they notice about her and giggle like gossiping school girls.

One night, I come home from a date with a friend of a co-worker. The date went nowhere which is a bummer because I was hoping to finally get some action after a six month dry spell. She offered me to go to her place but honestly, she had such a boring personality that I knew I won’t be seeing her again and I didn’t want to give her hope that she has a chance. I come home and Yasmin is in the kitchen making her a late dinner of peanut butter sandwiches.

“Eating so late?” I politely ask.
“Yah, I just finished a midterm and didn’t get a chance to eat until now,” she replies. “You want one?”
“I’m good,” I tell her. “Just came home from a dinner date.”
“How did that go?” she jokingly asks. “Am I going to be attacked by this new chick?”
“Haha, funny,” I respond. “Needless to say, it didn’t go so well since I am home on a Friday night at 9pm.”
“Was she at least a hottie?” she asks.
“She’s pretty but she had a boring personality. Talked about nothing except her job the whole night.”
“That’s too bad,” she says as she takes a bite out of her peanut butter sandwich. “But at least she’s a looker, right? Is she as pretty as me?”
“No one’s as pretty as you,” I jokingly retort. “Is Diana home?”
“She’s going to be studying late in the campus library,” she says. “She has a midterm coming up next week.”

Yasmin is quite the busty girl. From what I can tell, she’s a 34C cup and she always wears t-shirts that hug tightly onto her body, showing off her great curvy shape. Her skin is a bit tanned and she has curly dark brown hair that is around shoulder length. She’s a bit shorter than Diana, at around 5’4” and she has a nice pair of juicy blowjob lips that I have often fantasized about.

We talk about school for a bit in the kitchen. I ask her if things have changed at school since I’ve been there and I tell her some of my favorite places to eat near campus and she gives me the scoop on some of the scandals the professors have gotten into. We both get a good laugh out of it.

Once Yasmin finishes her sandwich, she asks, “Mind if I hop in the shower first? I’m really pooped and could use a hot shower.”
“Sure, I’ll just watch TV for a bit,” I tell her.

And she goes upstairs to grab some clothes in her room and into the bathroom where I hear the water run as I catch the late night news on TV.