Uhm idk!!

Clay

My sister had a boyfriend for years. With that came a father in law.

When I started university, I needed an affordable place to stay, but my sister ended up begging her father in law to let me stay in his "guest room".

Let me tell you, a guest room is an understatement. He was extremely rich, with his own construction company. He had a very nice and big house, in a very pricey neighborhood. His backyard was huge, and they had a garage that was halfway connected to the yard. On the part that was gated, there were stairs that you could walk up and there was basically a one bedroom apartment in there. Kitchen, bathroom, dining area and living room too.

Rich was an understatement.

Clay agreed. We sat there in his living room while my sister proposed this idea to him and his wife. They had two older sons but they ceased to exist outside of baseball and football. I basically tried begging to allow me to pay some rent, but both kept refusing. His wife had known me since I was little, since my sister had been with her son for an extremely long time, but I had barely known Clay.

After some back and forth, we all agreed on $250 a month. Honestly, Clay didn't need the money, but I didn't want to just live somewhere and not pay.

I moved in that same night, I honestly didn't have much, but didn't need much considering that the place came furnished. I did have a small doberman puppy named Bronco. He was the sweetest thing ever, but the living situation became quite difficult considering Clay owned 6 massive Presa Canarios.

The first full day of the living arrangement went smooth. I hadn't ran into much of the family until around 10:00pm when I had to take Bronco out. I took him to the front yard instead of the back since the dogs were out, and clay so happened to be in the garage where they had the gym instead. Mind you, they had a garage in their main house as well, so this wasnt inconveniencing them in anyway.

Clay was working on his lat pull downs. I so happened to have full view of it, as the garage door was up. While I stood with Bronco, I also stared at Clay a bit. He was a larger guy. Standing at 6'2. He was well built, but not super ripped and toned out, but just enough to carve out beautiful muscles when sweaty. He had just finished up when I finally snapped out of it and stared down at Bronco.

"What's got you out here?" Clay stated out from the garage. He had this very nice, raspy voice with a cute little country accent. I, on the other hand, had a very Mexican accent with a lighter voice. Pitched to be annoying.

"Oh. Just taking Bronco out." I replied, looking up and then back down at Bronco, who was now making his way over to Clay.

Clay kneeled himself down at Bronco, letting him jump at his knee and letting him pet him all over.

"He's gonna be pretty big. His paws are huge. You sure a little lady like you can handle that?" He chucked out.

"Pfft. I'm sure I'll be fine, hopefully." I replied, with a nervous chuckle after.

Clay got up after a while, cradling Bronco in his arms and walking over to me slowly. "So, you're going to college. What're you majoring in?"

"Im going for animal science. Trying to a veterinarian in the future."

"Oh, thats great."

We held a conversation about some other stuff for a bit, until I finally made my way back up to the guest room. I snuggled up into bed and called it a night from there.

The same daily routine happened over the next couple of weeks, going to school, home, and then out late at night and talked to Clay outside for a bit with Bronco. He ended up convincing me to go to a gym after a while.

I had always been blessed with an okay body. Not the most impressive breasts, but a good lower body and naturally slim. Though, I just thought being muscular would be a good change.

"So, how long have you been working out for?" I asked Clay, kind of looking over at his gym equipment.

"Just for a year or two now, I figured I have to get in shape for work and all. Started when my oldest got into it." He replied, looking back at his gym equipment and then back at me.

"Oh, nice. I've been wanting to get into it, but just honestly never really cared to."

"You should! It's really fun and you could use it." He chuckled.

I felt a little offended and embarrassed by what he said. I went red a little bit, and I think he noticed.

"Oh. Wait. No, not like that. I mean everyone could use the gym. It's not like you look gross or anything, you look okay. Well not okay, you look great, I mean you're hot! And your ass is great! I mean, no, I mean yes, but-"

"It's okay," I chuckled, "I get what you're trying to say."

He just scratched his head nervously after that and we just parted ways.

I was up until around 3am. I had a calculus test to study for, and math was definitely not my strong suit so I felt the need to actually lock in for it. Around 3:30 I heard a knock at the door.

I got up, kind of pissed off and annoyed about someone bothering me this late. I also was dressed like a bum. Hair messy with my glasses on, in only a loose tank top and pajama shorts.

I opened the door, surprised, but pleased to see Clay standing there. It was honestly relieving to not see some random homeless dude at the door.

"Uh, s-sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to be rude."

Bronco had already crawled his way out, wagging his butt around and licking at Clay's bare feet. Clay just picked him up and started petting him gently while looking at me.

I let out a manic laugh. I was just really tired and annoyed that he came to bother me this late for this.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired, and it wasn't that big of a deal. What are you even doing up so late?" I replied.

He chuckled a bit. "I was just up, and saw your light on, and just felt a bit guilty. What are YOU doing up so late?"

"Studying. Calculus." I replied, opening the door wider and showing him the study material I had on the dining room table.

"Oh. Well, I'll leave you to it."

He began to hand me Bronco. His arms gliding over mine and then resting his hand over mine for a bit. He looked down right into my eyes, and I looked up to stare for a bit. I felt myself getting nervous and the heat filling my face and body, especially in between my legs.

Clay was a really nice looking man. Older, but very good looking. He was around mid 40's. He had a stubble growing and dark blonde hair, with a slick back. His face was clean but also very messy and harsh. He's a beautiful white man.

"Well. Uhm- I-I'll let you, uh, get going... now." I said, pulling myself back and letting our arms free from one another.

He gave me a toothy smile and a wave as I closed the door.

I looked down at Bronco who was still in my arms.

"God damn."