Open House: For Sale

What's Your Story

After signing a few papers about the money, we take a few photos with the other winners. They ask me to go get a drink with them to celebrate, but I don't want to tell Carlos to go, and of course I can't ask him to come with us, because how would I introduce him to them? Well, this is my boss that I occasionally fuck and I might be in love with? So, I decline and we promise to reschedule.

"So, how did u choose Latin dancing as a career path?" Carlos asks on the way to Carla's house

"Well, I was dancing before I could walk, as my mom says, so she signed me up for ballet lessons when I turned five, but I hated it! I stayed there, though, because my dad was so excited watching me, but then I started shaping up and they were saying that my body type isn't suitable for it and I started feeling like shit, and how could I not, I was just 8 years old! So, I quit and started break dancing. Then I had a foot injury and stopped for a year. Then, I saw a trailer for Dancing With The Stars. I started watching it with my mom, and boom! I fell in love with Latin dance!"

"Wow... Look how a show can change someone's life!"

"I know, right? I signed up for Latin dance lessons immediately after my doctor gave me the green light!"

"And so u got into Juilliard's!"

"I did, yeah! I almost quit, though, because the tuition was too high, but luckily I found a job, I cut on a few luxuries, had my mom send me food and stuff. Got into a few competitions..."

"Did u even enjoy your college years?"  he asks and I look at my hands, playing with my fingers

"I did what I loved most, didn't I?"

"That's not an answer, Penny..."

"It doesn't matter. I had a few rough years, then I got my degree and all was good!"

"Was it?"

"Yeah!"

"Then what are u doing attached to my hip?"

"I'm not attached to your hip!" I say, defending myself

"Well, u kinda are... And I'm attached to yours!"

"There's nothing wrong with having a second job..."

"No, there isn't... But is this how u imagined your life to be after graduating?"

"No, but whose life is as they imagined?"

"Mine is! Well, my work life..."

"Then u're one of the few lucky people..."

"I don't think I'm lucky... It wasn't handed to me, I fought for it!"

"Well, good for u... I'm just doing what I love, while having a steady job, which isn't boring and my boss isn't an ass!"

"Oh, your boss is an ass; he fucks u at any chance he gets!" he says smirking

"Well, I let him, so I guess we're good!" I say playfully

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"Wanna come in for a drink?" I ask when we're outside my building

"I don't want to inconvenience u nor your friend..."

"Well, my friend texted me like half an hour ago that she's sleeping at her boyfriend's, so there's no inconvenience"

"If u insist, I don't want to be rude..."

"Then pull over straight and let's go!" I say and after he adjusts the car, we get in the building

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"So, what's your story? I mean, u've told me about your leaky roof, but what's the whole story?" I ask him as I give him his drink and then I sit on the couch too, facing him, and he takes a sip before answering

"Well, u know how kids always say to their parents that when they grow up they'll make money and buy them a beautiful house, so that's exactly what I did, after selling houses to other people first..." 

"So your dream always was to give people homes..."

"Kinda; It's not that idealistic. I take money from them"

"So, if u had like a lot of money and u didn't need to work anymore, would u go build houses or something for people in need?"

"To be honest, I think I would just throw money at it...I wouldn't go to Africa for example to build houses, I would just pay people to do it and maybe oversee to ensure I'm not wasting my money!"

"That's good enough, I guess... *takes sip from drink* do u feel fulfilled now? After accomplishing your goal to buy your parents a house and after selling houses to so many people over the years?"

"Oh, definitely! I wouldn't change it for the world! I just hope I don't turn into someone who just does it for the money, u know? I'm not just selling houses; I'm helping people build their lives, house their dreams..." he says, but when he finishes his sentence I take a sip from my drink, which makes him feel self-conscious about what he said

"It's cheesy, I know. Forget I said it!"

"No no, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose! I actually get it and it's very sweet of u to think like that...u're very sweet to think like that!"

"Sweet...that's the last thing anyone would ever call me. U know, except my mom!"he says and then looks at his drink before taking another sip

"Anyone doesn't know u like your mother and I do..." I say, putting my hand on his knee

"Trust me, u don't know me; U only know what I have shown u"

"No, I think u've shown me a lot more than that... "I say, taking his drink from his hand and then I put it on the coffee table with mine, before climbing on him, straddling him.

"Did u really get turned on by that conversation?" he asks, putting his hands on my hips

"What can I say...sometimes being sweet does the trick too!" I answer, shrugging my shoulders, and unbuttoning his shirt. Then, I lean in, kissing him deeply, but softly. He raises his one hand up my back to the back of my neck and then buries it in my hair. 

When I'm done with his shirt, he raises his body from the back of couch to take it off, and then he pulls my top off, breaking contact just for that, resuming the kiss right after. When his bare hands touch my ribs I get a shiver down my back, making me arch it and push my hips down on his, grabbing him from his shoulders. When the shiver ends, I drag my hands down his chest, to his abdomen, landing them on his jeans. After unbuttoning them, I get up so we can both remove our bottoms, and then I straddle him again, positioning myself just above his member. Before lowering myself, he checks if I'm wet enough and then puts himself at my entrance. 

As he holds me by my hips and I hold him by his shoulders, I lower myself, maintaining eye contact. When he's all in, I close my eyes and do my head back, leaving a deep moan. I immediately start rocking my hips slowly, bringing my head back up and leaning on his neck. His hand goes up my back, undoing my bra, and then he pulls the straps gently with his fingertips, off of my shoulders, so I pull away to take it off. Then, he pulls me onto him from my ribs and raises his torso to meet mine, putting his lips on my neck. He leaves hungry but gentle kisses and a few bites, making me moan and get shivers again, while wrapping my arm around him and putting my free hand in his hair. When he starts moving his hips too and trails his lips down my chest, my moans become heavier. The moment he puts my breast in his mouth and his tongue touches my nipple, I finish loudly, dragging my fingertips on his chest.

A few thrusts later, he trails his way up again, towards my mouth, pulling me into a deep kiss. He picks the pace just a little bit to accelerate the process, and when he's ready to cum, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up.