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Sasha Stories - Our First Apartment

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She then handed me her coat and showcased her tight little corset, which in turn showcased her tight hour-glass figure.  Her tits were spilling out of her top.  I could see now that she hadn’t worn this particular corset in a while and had gained some weight since that time.  But in Sasha’s case gaining weigh was not a bad thing.  It happened as soon as my girlfriend went on the pill, she gained 10 lbs of mostly tits and a little tiny belly.  To me, and  mostly all the dudes we encountered, she was hotter than ever.


Our First Place For the last six to eight months of college Sasha and I basically lived together.  But it wasn’t until late July, well after graduation, that we finally moved to Chicago.  And when I say Chicago, I mean a suburb 30 miles north of the actual city.  She was starting work and I would be doing the same in four or five weeks.  Even though her parents were highly skeptical, we were granted permission to cohabitate.  At the time we were 23 year-olds with college degrees but still felt we needed parental approval.  Those days were about to come to an end however. We shared a 2-bedroom on the second floor of a of our three story low-rent apartment building.  There were five other buildings on the property that looked exactly the same as ours did.  Each had a total of twelve units, which came out to something like 200 people living at the Park Gates Apartments with us.  There was a small-unheated community pool, a clubhouse with a tiny movie theater, on-site laundry, and a big ass parking lot that was shared with a tiny retail strip mall.  The strip mall businesses were a traditional Mexican restaurant with all sorts of authentic tacos including beef tongue and brain, a Chicago style pizza parlor, a liquor store, and a dollar store.  Our balcony overlooked the parking lot and strip mall.  We grew tomato and pepper plants out on the balcony during the summer.  Once I dared my girlfriend to water the plants in only her bra and panties, which she agreed to.  Once she was outside I closed the sliding door and locked her outside for a good 30 seconds.  I later found out that a pizza cook who was taking a smoke break at just the right time had spotted her in next to nothing on the balcony.  From that time on I would catch pizza parlor workers staring at our balcony longingly hoping to catch a glimpse of a semi-nude blonde suburban gardener.  Since the businesses were just a 200-foot walk across the parking lot we would go to these shops a lot.  Whenever family visited we would buy a deep-dish pizza for dinner.  Whenever friends came over we would take them to the liquor store, which was named DaDa’s liquors and run by two Pakistani guys who each called himself “DaDa”.  These guys loved Sasha and they thought I was pretty cool because I was fucking her at the time.  They sold a lot of liquor, lottery tickets, and niche porno magazines.  The latter were “discretely” displayed behind the counter.  We were on such good terms with DaDa and DaDa that they even wished me a happy birthday a few months after we moved in by gifting me a Latin-market porno magazine that had been sitting on their shelf since the prior spring.  These guys were some of our best friends during the initial year before we meet other people our age.  The porno magazines were a relic of a time before the internet, but it was obvious the DaDas liked having images of naked chicks around.  But, they were “tastefully” censored with little white pieces of paper covering the porno mag cover girls from the neck down.  We used to laugh at them when we got back to our apartment after buying Jägermeister or Goldschlager from the old Pakistani dudes.  We joked that they were always thumbing through the pages during the day when no customers where there.  We speculated on who picked out the asian chicks magazine subscription or who picked the bondage one.  I remember saying something about the DaDas telling me that they liked blonde girls the most.  This was a complete lie I told my girlfriend to get her imagination going. I’m not sure if Sasha actually believed my lie that these liquor store owners had told me that they liked blondes (knowing that I had a sexy blonde girlfriend) but she definitely acted like she belived it.  “Really? You think so?!” She asked forcing a blush across her face.  She was actively playing right along with the charade of these old gentlemen, proveyors of hooch, smut, and lotto tickets.  Call it a blonde moment.  She joked that she would have to start wearing some more sexy outfits into the liquor store and see if they cut us some deals on booze.  She was joking. ..right? “Are you joking?” I had to ask her. After a momentary pause she replied “Of course I am! Don’t be so gullible!” She obviously had some thoughts she was keeping to herself.  “Anyway, around here there are a thousand pretty little blonde girls…” Sasha trailed off.  Feelings of self-conciousness had crept in. Then later that week we were buying a bottle of cheap champagne at DaDa’s Liquor to celebrate some college football or NFL victory and DaDa called Sasha Miss Illinois on our way out the door. And with that all her confidence as a suductress returned to her 115 lb curvacious body.  We finished that bottle of champange like it was Aquafina.  Sasha insisted we return to DaDa’s before they closed for another bottle.  But first she needed to change.  I’m pretty sure I gulped down two beers before she returned.  She had changed alright.  She had airbrushed herself with eyeliner and pink lipstick.  Her blonde hair was teased up 70’s style like one of Charlie’s Angels.  She was wearing a black corset that was squeezing her pale breasts together like fat people on airplanes, and skin tight leather pants with her black heels.  She put on a full length black coat, then we made the 60 second walk across the parking lot.  When we arrived at DaDa’s we headed right back to the champange cooler.  As it turned out we were 2 of a total of 3 customers in the store.  One of the DaDas was at the register checking out some Mexican geezer buying lotto tickets and Old Milwaukee cans.  In the back of the store, Sasha started unzipping her coat.  She found the bottle of bubbly she wanted and pulled it out of the cooler to purchase.  Before walking it up to the register she pressed the bottle against her now exposed cleavage.  She squealed and goosebumps rose on her soft cleavage. DaDa and the lotto guy looked up when they heard Sasha scretch but went right back to lotto sales.  We moved up behind the lotto guy in line.  My girlfriend turned to me, with her coat open in the front she pressed the business end of the champange bottle to the thin layer of leather concealing her wanting pussy.  Rubbing the tip against herself was making her super horny.  She was licking her lips and shaking like she was going to fuck the  bottle right there in the store.  Finally, the lotto guy settled up and we were next.  DaDa noticed Sasha’s cleavage immedately.  Now that Sasha was turned on and a little tipsy, her inhibitions were history.  She smiled at DaDa and asked “Do you have any porno magazines with Blondes?”. Papa was dumbfounded and after several seconds of delay managed “Umm…No.  we do not have blondes.” “And why not?” said Sasha.  She then handed me her coat and showcased her tight little corset, which in turn showcased her tight hour-glass figure.  Her tits were spilling out of her top.  I could see now that she hadn’t worn this particular corset in a while and had gained some weight since that time.  But in Sasha’s case gaining weigh was not a bad thing.  It happened as soon as my girlfriend went on the pill, she gained 10 lbs of mostly tits and a little tiny belly.  To me, and  mostly all the dudes we encountered, she was hotter than ever. The PaPas definitely ended up being in pesuasion for the rest of the time we lived at the cheap apartment. My girlfriend told PaPa that they were missing out on a high quality market and she would be happy to show them some of her own amateur pictures as a starting point.   Over the remaing 9 months or so we got nearly 50% of our alcohol significantly discounted or free outright.  The only catch was they got a new picture of Sasha each time, it was like a coupon of sorts.  By the winter time my girlfriend had amassed a closet full of sexy costumes and lingere.  We were hitting the gym together to work on her figure.  And best of all our little hobby of taking amatuer pictures of Sasha was becoming a weekly occurance.  As her confidence grew as a model, so did her photo collection.  Before long we had over a thousand nudes.  They ranged from photosets we made in our apartment to sneaky public flashing.  Before we knew it, my girlfriend was brushing up against the edge of the professional porn industry. 

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