"My Sexy Alien Roommate" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"My Sexy Alien Roommate"

(closed to Nouh_Bdee)​

It was another beautiful day, a Saturday in late August that was just perfect for a walk. It was just the right temperature for a girl to wear -- or not wear -- just the right amount clothes to get a few ogles from those who passed her on the wide, tree lines sidewalks.

Of course, the girl who others would come to call Angel in the days to come was wearing just a bit less clothing than most of the residents of the middle-upper class suburban neighborhood of West River Road would have liked. She was barefoot, which considering it was summer wasn't really that unusual. Most girls like to wear heels -- even casual ones -- to exaggerate the length of their luscious legs and draw attention to their fit asses due to the subsequent swing and roll in their bodies with each step. But Angel really didn't need such footwear to draw attention to her legs or ass; each and every person who she passed on the walk, whether male or female, turned their heads back to take a peak at her, in appreciation for what they were seeing or not.

Of course, part of the reason why her lower half was getting so much attention was because tied around her waist as if a sarong was a plaid patterned cloth that was most definitely not a sarong or skirt or any other form of women's wear. It looked more like it should have been spread out over the top of a living room table with flower vases and family photos on it. Whatever it was, it wasn't clothing.

She'd wrapped the sarong around her waist and knotted it in front, not on the side as women would normally wear it. The effect was that the slit between the two sides ran not up up one leg, showing it off to passersby, but up the front, causing the top of the gap to show off the bright white panties she wore underneath.

And this wasn't even the sexiest aspect of her wardrobe!

Around her neck, Angel wore a Native American, seed bead style collar necklace that hung low enough on her bosom so as to have a bit of extra wave where it fit between her firm, B-cup breasts.

She wore a gold plated band on her upper left arm, inscribed with symbols that only the most educated of Old World anthropologists would have recognized as having come from a group of lost tribes from Central Africa. On the wrist of that arm she wore a bracelet of the same seed-bead fashion with symbols from the Peruvian Andes language of the Quechua peoples. On the other wrist was a bracelet made of the skin of a Russel's viper from Vietnam, protected within a solid layer of amber glass.

In contrast to these ancient pieces of art made of natural materials, on the other arm Angel wore a plastic strap that she'd found blowing through the neighborhood in the early morning wind. She'd twisted it twice around her hand and slipped it up her arm simply because she'd found it pretty and unique. Plastic. Unique. Hmm.

In addition to the collar necklace, she wore more than two dozen individual necklaces: some were the thinnest of leather thongs while others were small link chains, all seemingly handmade; most were haphazardly decorated by beads of various sizes and materials with no apparent order to their spacing or matching.

So, you ask yourself, how was all of this the sexiest aspect of her wardrobe? Well, other than the collar necklace and the arm bands and the plastic strap and the multitude of chains and thongs, Angel wore nothing else! The only thing providing some sort of coverage of her otherwise unbridled breasts was her long, thick, curly, sun-lightened hair.

She had been ambling aimlessly through the neighborhood for over an hour, always smiling to those who smiled to her -- and even smiling to those who didn't -- when a big friendly dog laying on a home's porch was suddenly up, barking, and running for the white picket fence that ran across the front yard and out of sight down between the homes flanking it on either side. The dog stopped short of the gate, still barking, as Angel just stared at it, smiling.

"Ignore him, honey, he doesn't like anyone and he barks at everyone," said a woman passing behind Angel, pushing a walking stroller with a sleeping toddler inside. Over her shoulder she called back, "I don't think there's a person in the world that dog likes."

Angel turned back to look at the barking dog. Stepping closer to the fence -- which only caused the dog to move closer, too -- she cocked her head and made solid eye contact with him. The dog went quiet, and after a moment it, too, was tilting its head back and forth, its ear perking up, then flopping down. It's tongue came out, it whined, and it sat down on its haunches. The two of them stared at each other for nearly three minutes, their expressions changing occasionally; Angel giggled a couple of times, laughed another, while the dog itself whined repeatedly and let loose a few short, sharp, more friendly barks.

That was when Angel looked up to find a man coming out onto the porch, seemingly studying the interaction between the dog and the stranger. He descended the steps and walked up to stand next to the door; because of Angel's minimal height of just 5'1", a sign mounted to the gate reading "Room For Rent" hid her from bosom to waist, hiding the fact that she looked as if she'd dressed for a sexy fashion shoot, not a walk in the 'burbs.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

It really was a perfect day. The heat wave that had lingered for the last couple weeks was gone, and the rain the day before left the grass looking green and healthy. Chris genuinely loved the house that he’d bought, despite what happened. It was spacious and modern, with a pool in the fenced backyard and plenty of windows. The neighborhood was great, too, even with the neighbor’s grumpy dog. The only problem was that, now that he was single, the mortgage payment was a little steep. That was why he’d put out a sign to rent out the second bedroom: the one he had originally envisioned as a nursery. Now, instead of a crib, he had set up his old bachelor fullsize, mostly just as a place to keep it. The new king he was supposed to share with Liz was in the master, but only half of it was kept warm at night.

Unfortunately, the people who were in a place in their lives where they were interested in renting a room weren’t generally interested in living in the ‘burbs, so Chris hadn’t gotten any serious interest. Until today, that is. He was alerted to her presence by Rufus’s antagonistic barks. Barb and Jan, the nice older lesbian couple who lived next door, were constantly apologizing for him, and they didn’t mind Chris yelling at him if he was causing trouble. They’d even helped Chris give him some treats so Rufus would recognize him as, if not a friend, at least someone his owners trusted.

It wasn’t until he stepped out onto the lawn that he saw the young woman looking at the sign. Finally! He would be glad to be able to have someone paying a little rent, so he didn’t have to pinch so many pennies. She was cute, too, and petite, which was great because he didn’t really want an ever-present reminder of the tall, curvy Liz.

“Rufus! D—oh, he calmed down already.” Chris looked at the woman appraisingly. “Nice work! You here about the room?”

When she didn’t respond right away, he continued. “Looking for a place to stay?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The dog flinched as the man on the porch yelled at him, but then turned to look to Angel again. Rufus was obviously comfortable with the woman at the fence and -- for once -- didn't emit a new round of Hey you, hey you, where's my treat? barks like he usually did at Chris's appearance.

“Nice work!” he said as he headed down the property's sidewalk toward the prospective tenant.

Angel smiled and repeated for seemingly no reason at all, "Nice work."

For reasons the home owner would come to realize some time soon, Angel had misunderstood his words to be a greeting.

“You here about the room?”

Angel simply stared at him, a polite smile on her face. She caught him glancing at the sign on the fence, and she took a moment to look at it as well.

“Looking for a place to stay?”

Again, she simply stared at Chris a moment, then looked to the dog and repeated what the man had, "Rufus."

The old golden retriever jerked his nose a couple of times, whined, then barked sharp once, then again. Angel smiled wider, looked to the man before her, and said, "Looking for a place to stay. Yes."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The woman seemed a little awkward to Chris. His good friend Robert (never Rob, and certainly never Bob) had Asperger’s, so Chris wasn’t phased by a little conversational arrhythmia. He just returned her open, unassuming smile and answered.

“Yup! That’s Rufus!”

He turned and yelled back over his shoulder. “Come on in!” He waved his arm to gesture that she should follow. “I’ll show you around and we can work out the details!”

He opened the door and stepped in, looking around to see the state of the place. He kept a very neat home, and the furniture and appliances were high-quality. The only thing lacking was any kind of decoration or style. That would have been Liz’s job.

“If you don’t mind slipping off your—“ He was looking down as she walked in, so he noticed that she was barefoot. “Ha, nevermind!”

He stuck out his hand for a handshake. “I’m Chris. What’s your name?”

Then he looked up, noticing that she was topless. Her perky breasts were partially obscured by her light brown hair, but he could see her pink little nipples poking out. He wasn’t offended, or really even scandalized, but he was stunned into momentary speechlessness. It took a moment to realize he was staring.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

(OOC: Please forgive just a touch of "god moding" below. It is necessary to establish her name.)


“Yup! That’s Rufus!”

As the man turned and walked away, Angel looked to the dog again and winked, saying again, "Rufus."

The dog barked again, spun, and headed back to his sleeping spot on the neighbor's porch.

“Come on in!”

Angel watched the man without moving until he was all the way up on the porch. “I’ll show you around and we can work out the details!”

She didn't understand why the man was asking her to follow him, though, she suspected it had something to do with looking for a place to stay. Angel headed through the open gate, climbed the steps as her host had, and entered the home behind him. He seemed to show an interest in her bare feet for a moment, but it was when he looked up to her torso that his eyes seemed to bulge a bit.

"Chris," Angel said with a friendly tone when she realized that what he'd been doing was identifying himself, much like he had the dog. She took in her surroundings, unaware -- and unconcerned -- that the man was staring at her tits and their pert, pink nipples. She put some thoughts together and said with confidence, "Chris's place."

Angel turned away from the man and began a slow investigative surveying walk of the home. She probably didn't look any different than any other prospective tenant checking out her prospective residence-to-be, with one most obvious exception: she picked up one item after another after another after another, turning them this way and that, marveling at even the most common and unspectacular of them before looking back to Chris with a wide smile.

"This?" she asked when she picked up a figurine, turning to hold it out. "This is Chris's place?"

He explained that it was an angel, and as she turned it all about -- including upside down -- she smiled and giggled. She liked that word; it reminded her of something she couldn't explain to Chris. As she returned to wandering about, she carried the figurine with her, not wanting to give it up yet. As she did, her future landlord asked for her name.

"Angel," she said, smiling. She gestured a finger to herself as Chris had toward himself and repeated, "I'm Angel."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The girl was definitely a bit awkward, but there was something about her that made him smile.

“Nice to meet you, Angel.” He lowered his hand, ignoring that she hadn’t shaken it.

Chris knew that if Angel kept inspecting every little thing, the tour would take forever, but he didn’t mind. It was Saturday, he had nothing he needed to do, and she was pleasant company so far.

“This is the living room. I say we treat the TV as first-come, first-served, unless there’s a special occasion.”

He showed her the kitchen, dining room, and garage, letting her know he’d keep the other space empty for her to park. Then he walked into the bathroom. The house was an older home, even though it had been updated, and it only had the one bathroom. It was surprisingly spacious, though, with a double sink and a large shower lined with light gray tile. “Now, there’s only the one bathroom, so how do you feel about us using the toilet even if the other person’s showering? I know that could be awkward, but the glass is frosted, and we could have an always-knock rule?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Nice to meet you, Angel.”

"Angel," she repeated with a smile, delighted with the word. She was still carrying the small figurine and waved it before her host. "Angel."

The tour continued, and after he'd explained the toilet-shower situation, Angel said, "Always knock."

It might have sounded like she was agreeing to his suggestion, but in truth, Angel was simply trying out the words that Chris had spoken with emphasis. She liked the sound of them, like she had angel.

"Sleep?" she asked, hoping she was saying it correctly.

Apparently, it had been enough to indicate that she wanted to see the bedroom again, because a moment later they were in what would be her room if she chose to rent from Chris. As she had in the other rooms, Angel continued to pick things up and inspect them, like a child in the grocery store cereal aisle, investigating every box for the best toy included.

She carefully positioned the figurine on an otherwise empty dresser that sat before a south facing window. The sun spilled in upon it, and she softly spoke with a tone of reverence, "Angel."

The woman stood there, silent and still for almost a ffull minute, then suddenly turned back to the man with another smile. "Chris."

She didn't seem to speak his name for any particular reason at all. If he replied at all or continued the explanation of the room, Angel would just study him silently.

Then, without explanation of her own, Angel untied the knot in the wannabe sarong and dropped the cloth to the floor. The panties of which Chris could have seen the front, had he taken a peek during the tour, had the look of the bottom half of a woman's beach volleyball uniform; they were more concealing than panties or boy shorts and yet still clung to her womanly curves like a second skin.

Angle repeated again, "Sleep."

And with that, she climbed onto the unmade bed, laid in the middle of it on her back, placed her hands neatly upon her belly -- just below her firm and now well displayed beasts -- and closed her eyes.

She had every intention of -- as she'd cryptically said -- going to sleep.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was speechless again when Angel took off her...skirt...thing? and flashed him her white panties, but once she climbed into his old bed and closed her eyes, that was a little more asocial behavior than he could handle. They hadn’t even talked about rent.

“Angel.”

He stepped next to the bed and gently shook her shoulder. “Angel! You have to at least sign the renter’s agreement before you can sleep here, okay?”

He stopped once she started to rouse. “Look, I’m sorry, but you can’t just sleep right away, alright? I’ve got a copy of the renter’s agreement in the dining room. Come take a look, and as long as you don’t have any objections you can sign and then take a nap or whatever you want to do, okay? It’s...is seven hundred a month okay? It includes utilities and everything. The first isn’t until Tuesday, so we can say September’s the first month. Can you get me the money tomorrow, though?” He just didn’t love the idea of her sleeping without having paid anything. He didn’t want to be taken advantage of. He was trying to be generous here, and seven hundred was very fair for the area, and well under half the mortgage payment.

He waited for her to get up before walking into the dining room, expecting her to follow him. He even tried not to look at her boobs or her underwear, but it took some willpower. What had he gotten himself into here?

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel,” Chris said, stepping close to shake her shoulder.

In those few seconds, the mostly naked woman had already drifted off. She found fading into unconsciousness to be one of the easier things to do. But she stirred immediately when he continued, “Angel! You have to at least sign the renter’s agreement before you can sleep here, okay?”

She sat up again, smiling and -- again for reasons that likely made her seem odd -- spoke, "Chris."

He explained about the renter’s agreement, signatures, and naps being taken only later, and Angel responded with a simple, "Yes. Okay."

She followed him into the other room, carrying her sarong but showing no signs of again tying it around her waist. Instead, she took the opportunity to do a bit of sorting of the multitude of chains and thongs about her neck that had moved about and tangled some when she laid down. Angel showed no concern whatsoever that her bosom was on full display while she was doing so; she'd pulled her hair from her front to her back to make the jewelry more easily accessible.

Seeing Chris give her perfect little titties a quick glimpse and then seeming to act like he either had done so on accident or believed he shouldn't have been looking in the first place, Angel asked with a seriously unknowing tone, "Chris, should Angel have layer over body?"

She stepped up close to him, reaching out to place a hand on the layer behind which his fit chest was hidden. "Chris has layer?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris felt two emotions at once. One, extreme embarrassment at being caught staring. In his defense, she was mostly naked, and he hadn’t been laid in months, but he still felt bad. Two, though, was the puzzle being solved, all the little oddities clicking into place. The odd behavior, the nudity, the verbal repetition: she wasn’t American. European, maybe?

“Oh, I didn’t realize you weren’t from around here! That...makes sense now. Okay, um...”

He thought about how to answer her question. He hadn’t planned on having to teach a roommate how to live in this country, but he wouldn’t mind. “Okay, Angel, um...Outside? In other places? Yes, Angel should have a layer over her body. Top and bottom. You might get arrested if you don’t, okay? Although I don’t think it’s illegal to be naked in the backyard. I’m not really sure.”

He didn’t want to be culturally insensitive, though, and if he was being honest he didn’t mind being able to see her tits. They were very nice little tits. “In here, though, where you live? Do or wear what you want. As much or as little as you want.” He chuckled to himself. “Haha, I guess that’ll make our bathroom rule a little unnecessary.” If she was that comfortable with nudity, maybe he wouldn’t need to worry about dressing for his bathroom trips at night, either. He usually slept in boxers, but they didn’t do a great job keeping his trouser snake contained, especially in the morning.

“Anyway, Angel, I’m sorry that I was looking at you. You’re very pretty and I was a little surprised, that’s all. I’ll try to be more respectful in the future, okay?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Oh, I didn’t realize you weren’t from around here!" Chris said, not having any idea of just how not from around here she was. He continued, "That...makes sense now. Okay, um...”

He spoke about how inside her new residents she could wear as little or as much as she wanted, but outside it would be a different story.

“Haha, I guess that’ll make our bathroom rule a little unnecessary.”

Angel didn't understand Chris's meaning, but his smile and laughter were pleasing to her and she smiled and laughed, too. He apologized for looking at her, then told her she was pretty.

“I’ll try to be more respectful in the future, okay?”[/b]

"Okay," she said happily, liking that word already. Then, certain that it was a good thing to do, Angel returned the compliment, "Chris pretty."

She turned away and returned to her investigation of the home, picking up and admiring more of Chris's things. She began holding things out one after another, asking simply, "What?"

Sometimes she would follow with, "What purpose?"

Angel spent another twenty minutes or so doing this, making her way through each of the rooms one after another. Some of her questions could have been explained as a tenant wanting to know about her new home; others most certainly were not and were more about just not knowing what things were.

Then, after seeing all of the rest of the house, Angel walked through the door of Chris's bedroom. Here, though, she simply stood a few feet inside the door and scanned with her eyes; in an unexplained change, she kept her hands to herself here. She eventually looked to her landlord-to-be and said, "Chris's place."

He responded as he wished, and only adding to her oddness, Angel began shedding all of her jewelry -- chains, thongs, collar band, and then her panties -- and in under twenty seconds she was standing there naked, with the exception of her arm decorations. Depending upon where Chris was standing at the time, he might have seen that -- like her underarm pits and legs -- the skin at the meeting of her thighs was bare of the kinky curls her body had been given by Mother Nature.

She looked to Chris with the same friendly expression she always wore and asked, "Chris make layers for Angel wear not in Chris's place? Angel get money seven hundred money for rent of room Chris's place?"

And she just smiled.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Yes, this is Chris’s place. That’s my room. And, you’re, oh! Ang—okay, that’s fine. Alright.”

Chris tried to avert his eyes, but Angel was standing in the middle of his doorway, and seemed to lack understanding of whatever social cues people used to tell if someone wanted to get by them. She just stood there and smiled at him, blissfully in his way, and he felt more awkward about touching her than looking at her.

“Oh, lemme jus—okay, I’m gonna—oh, kay!”

Chris took a deep breath. She had asked about him making her some clothes. Where on earth was she from?

“I’m not going to make clothes for you, Angel, but I’ll let you borrow something.” He walked over to his closet and opened the door. If Angel walked over to look, she would see a pretty standard assortment of men’s clothing. Jeans, slacks, button-down shirts, polos, tees, gym shorts, and sweatpants. Chris started pulling out a blue button-down, reasoning that it could be tightened...somehow. Surely Angel had more fashion sense than he did, no matter where she was from.

Unless Angel stops him, he will spend longer than should be necessary staring into his closet and saying “hmmmmm” before finally shrugging and turning around to say, “Maybe your skirt would look good with this shirt?”

God, why did he care whether or not his weird new European roommate was fashionable while he gave her a ride to the bank? Clothed would be a victory at this point.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Oh, lemme jus—okay, I’m gonna—oh, kay!”

Angel was totally oblivious to why Chris seemed so surprised and uncomfortable at her stripping to the skin before her. She caught his eyes looking at her, away from her, this way and that, then back at her for a fraction of a second before looking away yet again.

She looked down at her naked body, too, wondering if maybe there was something wrong with it. It was different than Chris's own body, so maybe that was it. He was taller, stockier, more muscular; his chest was built differently, full and fit but not rounded as was hers, with a little nub on the front of each that sometimes were tickled by the beads, chains, and thongs hanging down the front of her body.

There was another apparent difference as well, though, without Chris removing his clothing, too, it was only an assumption by Angel. At the end of her torso, from where her walking appendages stretched downward, Angel seemed to be lacking a physical feature he had, a bulge below his belt line that had grown and subsided several times during their short time in proximity to one another.

As Chris tried to pass by her in the doorway without bumping their bodies together, Angel was concerned that maybe the collision of his growth to her lack of one might do damage or be painful. After all, why else was he trying so desperately to slip by without making contact? Maybe it was a cultural thing ... like his need to wear clothing when the weather obviously dictated a need for none. Curious.

As Chris began scrounging around in the closet, Angel walked up close to him to watch. She realized she was probably crowding him when his elbow bumped into one of her breasts and he looked about to have a heart attack. Angel just smiled to him and said, "Chris."

He fished out a blue button-down and handed it to her. Again she smiled, saying, "Chris, blue. Like sky. Pretty."

She looked at his own shirt, saw the designs similarities, and - still standing just inches from him -- began putting it on. She didn't button it, though, instead letting the front hang open as he continued to search, mumbling “hmmmmm” occasionally as he struggled to figure out what was fashionable appropriate.

“Maybe your skirt would look good with this shirt?”

"That!" Angel said, pointing to a pile of folded clothing. "Angel wear that."

She grasped hold of Chris to slip past him in the narrow doorway, trying not to damage his lower bulge. She brushed it, and he reacted, but since he didn't cry out in pain Angel assumed all was well. She lifted some items from the stack, then pulled out a pair of Chris's boxer-briefs. Angel couldn't know that they had been a gag gift from his former lover, a pair given to him one Valentine's day that were so small and tight that his manhood had been so obvious that it had been lewd.

Angel held them out before her and giggled at the big red heart over the front. Again she announced, "Pretty."

She turning them this way and that to figure out how to don them. She stepped into one leg after another, pulled them high to her waist before passing by him again to the bedroom. She lifted the tails of the shirt which otherwise would have hid them and turned a couple of times to show them off to Chris. They hugged her ass like a second skin, much as the beach volleyball suit bottoms had.

"Angel wear not in Chris's place, yes?" she asked with great hope, adding, "Angel pretty?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was still recovering from having bumped her in the boob when she put on his Valentine’s underwear. He couldn’t help but laugh. It was just so ridiculous! At the very least, living with Angel was going to be entertaining.

“Yes, Angel. You’re very pretty. Those are usually worn inside other layers, though. Could you put your skirt back on? I don’t want anyone to give you a hard time.”

Whew, he was going to have to figuratively hold this girl’s hand for a while, wasn’t he? She really seemed clueless about, not just America, but the modern world in general. Maybe she was some kind of cult victim or something? He didn’t want to pry, but he was very curious.

“You might want to button some of those buttons, too.”

Chris watched Angel tie her skirt-thing around herself. As much as he missed seeing her naked body, it was a lot easier to concentrate when she was covered up.

Once the skirt was on, Chris led her to his car, a sensible and modern sedan. He was always the responsible one between him and Liz, but he’d made the choice of vehicle when he assumed they would be starting a family together. He didn’t regret the car, though. It’s not like he was the type to get a sports car.

“Angel, I’m sorry if this question sounds patronizing, but I’m just going to say it.” He cringed, hoping she wouldn’t be offended. “Have you seen a car before?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“You might want to button some of those buttons, too.”

In contrast to much of what she'd seen or done thus far, Angel figured out to fasten up the front of the borrowed shirt pretty quickly. However, the entire time she was slipping one button after another into their holes, she was giggling. She hadn't seen an actual in-use button in, oh, she didn't even know. They were so primitive to her people that the only place she'd ever seen one was in a museum.

Once she was properly dressed -- if you could call a man's blue button up, a pair of boxers with a heart over the crotch, and a table cloth sarong proper dress -- they headed for Chris's car. Angel was just a couple of steps behind the man, all the way to the driver's side front door. She stood there as he opened it, oblivious to the fact that she was supposed to go to the other side.

When he explained, she giggled again and hurried around. Once there, though, she had to be told how to operate the handle to get in. And once she was inside, she had to be told how to fasten the seat belt as well. Chris asked “Have you seen a car before?”

Angel smiled, shaking her head playfully. A bark from next door caught her attention, and she bounced excitedly in her seat, asking, "Rufus ride in Chris's car?"

That turned out to be a firm no, though, Angel didn't exactly know why. She asked Chris the reason, which led to a long conversation about the differences between a dog's life and a human's life. Each answer Chris gave only resulted in another question, though. It wasn't that different from one of those parent-toddler Q&As that included the question Why? over and over again.

When asked what bank she used, Angel only shrugged. Luckily for Chris, the four banks in the commercial portion of his neighborhood were on the corners of the same intersection. Angel got out when he parked next to the curb and surveyed her new surroundings with the same joyous smile and attitude that had seen her touching ever thing in his house.

From where she stood, Angel could see a man using a curbside ATM. She walked up close to him to watch, which -- like inviting Rufus to ride with them -- apparently was not proper. She was corrected, which didn't seem to damper her enthusiasm any. When the ATM was available, she bounded over to Chris and asked, "How much money does Angel need for rent of room at Chris's place?"

He gave her the total move-in, and Angel bounded back to the ATM once again. She stood before it for a long moment, silent and still. She looked to Chris again, smiled, and -- just being Angel -- asked, "Rufus is a funny name, yes?"

She turned back to the machine. Then, Angel laid her hand over the touch pad and just stood there for a long moment. Suddenly, it began kicking out $20 bills, one after another into the cash slot. Clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety it went, until finally Angel pulled back her hand. She retrieved the cash, fondling it as if she'd never seen money before, and even raising it to her nose for a deep inhalation. Then, she bounded back over to Chris, thrusting the entire stack out to him.

"Money for Angel to rent room at Chris's place," she said with her trademark smile. Then, giggling, she asked, "Go talk to Rufus now?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was almost surprised that Angel knew how to use the ATM, and that she had an account. He accepted the stack from her with a nod.

“We can go talk to Rufus whenever you want, Angel. First, though, I just—Do you have any stuff? Like, to move in? Clothes, toiletries? I mean, the room is furnished, but you might not want to borrow a man’s clothes every time you want to go out, right?”

He felt bad suggesting that she didn’t have any things, but she had been so full of surprises that he didn’t want to assume anything.

“I just ask in case you wanted to get more money to go shopping. I could drive you to a couple stores or something?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

When Chris asked if she had any stuff, Angel just smiled as she often did and said, "Nope!"

She'd heard someone use that word in a negative but rather comical situation, so she knew it meant no but was also fun.

When he commented about her wearing his shirt, Angel looked downward at her current wardrobe. She lifted the shirt upwards to her nose to draw a deep breath through her nose, saying, "Angel likes Chris shirt. Smells good."

Angel didn't notice, not that she would have cared, that in lifting the shirt, she exposed the big red heart on the front of the boxers she'd borrowed from Chris. She lowered the shirt, hiding the gap where the sarong was tied at the front, rather than the side.

"Angel would like Angel clothes," she said, in her way vaguely answering Chris's question about whether or not she would like to go shopping without understanding what shopping was. "Chris shops Angel with money? "

She bounced back to the ATM again and repeated her same actions, somehow causing the machine to dispense a stack of twenties without her inserting a card. A bank patron who walked up stared, baffled.

"Chris shops Angel with money," she told the staffer with a joyous tone. The guy just stared as Angel shared a farewell, "Pretty day."

Back at Chris, Angel flashed the cash -- another $700 -- and repeated yet again, "Chris shops Angel with money?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris couldn’t help but smile at Angel’s antics. He was beyond the point now where it would be aggravating. She was just such an unassuming girl, and she didn’t mean to be so weird. He couldn’t manage to be upset. He waved to the bank worker, mouthing the word “sorry,” soundlessly. He didn’t really kno what he was apologizing for, other than the strangeness of the situation.

Once Angel had her money, Chris answered her question with that amused smile on his face. “Yeah, Angel, I’ll take you shopping. Come on, get in the car... No, in that seat, just like last time, there you go.”

He decided to take her to the local big box store. The clothes wouldn’t be the most fashionable, but he didn’t think Angel would care. Besides, it would let them get everything in one stop, and he was pretty sure Angel needed everything: toothbrush, shampoo, more underwear, the works. It wouldn’t take long to get there, either. Chris wanted to ask Angel more questions, but they pulled up before he gathered the courage.

He walked Angel inside and grabbed a cart before leading her to the clothing section. The clothes may not have been stylish, but they had everything: underwear, tops, bottom, even socks and shoes. Chris assumed he’d have to walk Angel through some things, but he didn’t know what yet. After all, she had figured out how to work that machine really quickly.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel's eyes bulged when they reached the store: there were so many people that by the time they got from their parking space out near the lot's far edge to the door that her mouth was dry from greeting them all with various versions of, "Pretty day! Chris shops Angel with money. Then, talk to Rufus."

The eyes of a trio of teenage boys bulged at the sight of the big red heart in her crotch, to which Angel only laughed and explained, "Chris's place."

They laughed and made lewd comments to Angel's escort, presuming he was Chris and he spent his fair share of time in that place. Angel didn't understand any of it, of course, but it seemed playful enough, at least on the part of the boys. A woman passing by gave Angel's lower gown a sharp look, too, and Angel noticed that the woman was wearing a sarong that was knotted at her waist, not below her belly button. Angel shifted the table cloth apparel and got a thumbs up from the woman, to which -- of course -- Angel giggled, then announced -- yes, you guessed it -- "Chris shops Angel with money, then talk to Rufus."

Angel's antics, as Chris had described them in his mind, only got wilder once they'd gotten inside. Her new landlord pushed the cart directly for the women's clothing department, but every time he turned around, Angel was gone. He'd eventually find her back as the cart, along with two or three things she'd found here and there and tossed into the wheeled container.

She didn't exactly know what all of them did, but Angel had seen each of them at Chris's place so she assumed they were things that she should have, too. Of course, they probably didn't have a need for a second blender, a second mini ironing board, a second espresso machine, and a second hammer.

They had a bit of a discussion about what they were actually there to buy, to which Angel nodded understanding. They were back in the women's department again, and Angel's energy exploded as she found so many colors and items and styles and patterns. Again, she disappeared from Chris's sight, but this time she called out to him when he couldn't find her.

He found her standing in from of the dressing room with the top of a two piece spandex yoga suit in one hand, the bottoms of the set in the other ... and all of her own clothes on the floor at her feet.

"Chris shops this for Angel with money," she said, just as chipper as ever.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris reacted quickly, the fear of Angel getting arrested driving him to forget his earlier awkwardness about touching the young woman. He leapt forward and opened the door, guiding Angel inside the dressing room by her shoulders and closing the door. The whole time, he did his best to keep the anxiety out of his voice.

“Okay, Angel, remember how I said that outside of Chris and Angel’s place Angel would need to have layers over her body, top and bottom?”

Once the door was shut, Chris looked around to find them thankfully alone. He took a deep breath and tried not to think about how soft her skin had been.

“We really need you to make sure you always have layers when we’re in places other than Chris and Angel’s place, okay? This little room you’re in now, though, is okay to change in, so you can put on those new layers and see if they are the right size, okay? Let me know when they’re on.”

He waited for her to get the yoga outfit on. God, he bet it looked killer on her tight little body. What was he thinking?! This is his new foreign roommate! Don’t be a creep. Don’t be a creep.

“Okay, Angel, you’ve got them both on, right? Okay, so I’m going to open the door now.”

Chris opened the door to see how the outfit fit. If it did, then they would know her size and hopefully avoid any more illegal public nudity.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was confused by Chris's sudden and intense panic. Did he expect her to put on the new layers without taking the current ones off? That wasn't going to happen. But then he explained again about the in and out of Chris and Angel’s place place again. She'd misunderstood; she'd thought that inside of any building was an appropriate place to remove her layers.

"Angel is sorry," she said with that sweet smile and tone as Chris hustled back out of the dressing room. Slipping into the fitting yoga outfit was a bit of a trick. It fit tightly to her curves, which -- considering she was so short and lightweight -- were still dramatic enough to give a delicious form to the new wardrobe.

When he came back in, Angel held her arms out a bit and did a little circular dance before him. "Angel clothes, not layers, yes?" Clothes. Angel likes. Angel can wear new clothes to talk to Rufus, yes?"

Chris was in the process of responding when Angel reached out to begin undressing him. "Chris shop new clothes, yes? Chris shop Angel. Angel shop Chris."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Well, the yoga clothes fit Angel very well; well enough that Chris’s dick started getting hard at the sight of the tight little woman with her curves accentuated by the black spandex. Her little dance did not help. At all. Neither did her hands reaching out for him, pulling at his clothes.

By the time he realized what she was doing, Chris’s shorts were around his ankles, and the tip of his semi-hard cock was just barely poking out of his boxers. “Whoa, Angel,” he said with a laugh, and wrapped his fingers gently around her wrists to stop her hands from moving.

When he took his hands off her to try to pull up his shorts, she kept going, and her hands ran over his meager, but noticeable, abdominal muscles as she lifted his tee shirt.

He dropped his shorts again and grabbed her wrists.

“Angel, I know I said it was okay to take off clothes in this room, but we really don’t need to, to shop for clothes, okay?” He smiled to let her know he wasn’t upset. “Now we know your sizes, and I already know mine, so we don’t have to try them on anymore.”

He bounced her wrists a little bit and gave her a stern look, still smiling to soften his words. “Now, you’re going to let me put my clothes back on, and I’m going to step out. If you want to wear your other clothes, you can change into them inside this room. Otherwise, you can keep these clothes on. But whichever you choose, you can’t take them off again until we get back to Chris and Angel’s place, okay? Now, which do you want?”

Once she made her choice, Chris would pull his shorts back up and step out. Once she was ready, Chris took her around the clothing section, suggesting she get tops, pants, shirts, dresses, panties, bras, socks, and shoes, as well as a purse for carrying whatever money was left after this trip. He was patient with her, answering all her questions as correctly and simply as he could, and he only redirected her when she got too far off track, or in people’s way. Once that was done, they took a quick trip through the pharmacy section to get Angel the basics: toothbrush, hairbrush, razor, soap, shampoo, etc. Then, Chris decided to open the can of worms.

“Okay, Angel, is there anything else you want to buy? More clothes? What about food? What kind of food do you like?”

It was the most personal question he’d asked her so far, but that was going to change. They needed to have a conversation once they got home.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Whoa, Angel.”

She was confused by Chris's resistance to being undressed by her, of course, as Angel saw nothing wrong with being undressed. But he laughed about it and explained yet again about what was proper and what wasn't, so she accepted it as appropriate and stopped trying to help him shop.

Angel couldn't help but notice the swollen head of Chris's erection sneaking a bit out of his boxers, though. She gave it a good stare before he hid it away again. She wanted to see more of it, obviously, as her body didn't have one of those. But Chris apparently didn't think this was the right time or place or he wouldn't have so hurriedly stuffed it away, right? Maybe later? They had shopping to do now, so she was sure that if she asked to see it back at Chris's place, he'd show her.

They spent another good hour picking through the apparel section, filling the bottom third of the cart with a little bit of everything. Chris showed some concerns with some of Angel's combinations of articles, sometimes laughing. Angel laughed, too, though, she wasn't entirely sure what the humor was about; she was simply picking things that were pretty.

At one point, an apparel department worker stepped in and began helping the pair. Angel noticed how very physically different this female was to her: a bit taller, much fully in the bosom and buttocks, darkly skinned with jet black hair, the woman was an entirely different take on beauty and Angel had a hard time not studying her intently, something someone like Chris might call ogling.

She seemed delighted to help Angel find blouses, skirts, pants, shorts, and everything else she needed because, apparently, wearing the yoga suit 24/7 wasn't going to cut it. When they moved to Intimate Apparel section, the young woman's attention altered a bit. She seemed to smile a lot more, and often this was to Chris. Angel couldn't help but notice that Chris's demeanor changed a bit, too, as the sales clerk held sexy bras up to Angel's bosom or tiny, sometimes lacy, sometimes semi-sheer panties before her groin.

Angel realized quickly that the other woman seemed to think Chris's opinion on the suitability of the items was as important as her own. That made sense to Angel, of course; Chris would probably often be seeing Angel in these under layers back at Chris's place. That was, of course, if Angel wore them at all.

The two women together began playing a sort of tag team, asking Chris his opinion on sexy brassieres and slips and panties and stockings. Angel giggled often at his response, at the clerk's, or at a combination of both. There was a lot flirting taking place between the clerk and Chris and even between the clerk and Angel, not that Angel really noticed; to her, it was all just a lot of fun and laughter and teasing and suggestive looks and words that she enjoyed but which where new to her.

When it finally decided that the shopping spree needed to come to an end, the clerk gestured Chris toward the pharmacy section, telling him, "I need a moment with your friend. A girls only moment."

After he left, the clerk pulled out a pen and began writing on it as she said, "If you ever find a need for more fashion advice, which, somehow, I think is a given, don't hesitate to contact me. I'd love to help."

The woman looked to Angel's body, then her face, then her body again, saying with a suggestive tone, "Love... to help."

She handed Angel the piece of paper. "I'm Jennifer. Jennifer Jones. That's my cell. Call me any time."

"Call you any time," Angel replied, smiling. "Thank you Jennifer Jones."

Then, looking about in an attempt to ensure they were not within earshot of anyone -- and yet not entirely knowing or caring whether or not Chris had indeed headed for the pharmacy -- Jennifer said softly and suggestively, "And if your boyfriend wanted to be there at the time ... that would be okay, too."

Angel giggled again. The use of the word boyfriend had tickled her for some reason. She told the other woman, "At Chris's place."

"Yes," Jennifer said, smiling, believing she'd gotten her suggestion through. "You, me, and Chris ... at Chris's place. It's been a joy, Angel. See you soon, I hope."

They parted ways, and Angel hurried off to find Chris at the pharmacy. By the time they were finished, the cart was full of clothing, hygiene products, and a multitude of other things Angel had snatched up as they walked the aisles. Sometimes Chris convinced Angel that what she'd found purchase worthy simply weren't; other times she laughed and pleaded and got things anyway. That was how she ended up with furry thing that danced when its paw was squeezed, something Chris identified as Baby Yoda.

“Okay, Angel, is there anything else you want to buy?” Chris asked. “More clothes? What about food? What kind of food do you like?”

"Food?" Angel asked as if she'd never heard the word before.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris felt a combination of grateful for the store employee’s help, embarrassed at her rather obvious flirting, and baffled that she took Angel’s...strangeness in stride. When she asked for a moment for girl talk, Chris hesitated, but stepped away.

He tried to help Angel buy things that made sense for a single girl renting a room, but she was just so joyful and irrepressible that he couldn’t say no to some of the cuter things she wanted. Plus, it was her money! She should be able to buy the things she wanted!

He was surprised when she said “food” like she didn’t know the word. He knew her English was lacking, but he thought “food” was pretty basic.

“Yeah, Angel, food.” He mimed putting food in his mouth, and then rubbing his belly in satisfaction.

“To eat. What do you like to eat?”

She still seemed confused, so he said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll call in some pizza and we’ll pick it up on the way. Then, we can worry about stocking the kitchen for you later.”

He called a pizza chain right away, and the time it took to check out with all their stuff was just the right amount of time to get the fresh, hot pizza in the trunk and make it home. It was dinnertime, too, and Chris was hungry. He walked into the living room and put the pizza box on the coffee table. He usually liked lots of different toppings, but since he had no idea what Angel liked, and asking her was...difficult, he just got basic pepperoni this time.

Angel hadn’t walked into the living room yet, so as Chris sat down, with paper plates and paper towels at hand, he called out to her. “Angel? Let’s eat!”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Coming!" Angel called from her bedroom, believing that to be the correct response to Chris's call for her presence. She was learning a lot about how these people interacted by watching others; Angel had observed a young girl in the store call out coming several times when an older woman called for her. She repeated in case he hadn't heard, "Coming, coming."

When Angel emerged from the hallway into the living room, she was wearing one of the dresses the sales clerk had helped her pick out. She held her arms out and playfully spun fully around three times for Chris's survey.

"Jennifer says is sexy and Chris will like," Angel said during one of her twirls. Then, while she had her backside to her landlord and not fully understanding what it meant, Angel said, "Jennifer says no panty lines. Jennifer says no panty lines is good thing. Does Chris see panty lines? Do I need to fix?"

She looked at him for a response, smiled, then turned back his way. Then, she shimmied the dress's hem little bit by little bit up each thigh until the dress was clear up to her waist. Underneath was one of the tiny, sexy thongs the clerk had helped her pick out. "Jennifer says thong is why no panty lines."

Again, Angel danced around three times, giggling in joy at the fun; her tight, pear shaped ass was split in two by the thong's white thong, a triangular piece of cloth half the size of its front-side counterpart at the small of her back. And again, she stopped with her backside to Chris, again asking, "Does Chris see panty lines?"

Once he'd had his chance to speak his piece, Angel shuffled over to the couch to join Chris for pizza; her dress was still up around her waist. "This is pizza, yes?"

Angel had only very rarely had an expression on her face that wasn't joyous in some respect, but now she donned a bit of a concerned look. "Messy."

Then, she stood, reached to the small of her back to pull loose the string holding the dress tight to her bosom and waist, and shimmied out of the dress. She laid it neatly out on the arm of the couch, turned back to the pizza box, and with the return of her joy, said, "Pizza pretty!"

And with that, Angel examined how Chris was holding his piece, retrieved one of her own in the same way, and dug in. Her eyes swelled and her face filled with awe. She chewed slowly, looked to Chris, and after filling her mouth with another big bite, said with a full mouth, "Food ... good!"

She set about rapidly devouring her first slice, then set into a second. The moans of joy coming from her were so obvious; someone not within view of her might have thought they sounded almost sexually lewd. Angel liked this pizza!

At one point, a splash of tomato sauce fell on her boob. She didn't notice at first. But Chris obviously did. When Angel noticed him looking at her bosom and she realized what the issue was, her hands were already busy with a third slice. She scooted closer to the man, thrusted that tit his way, and with her mouth still chomping asked, "Clean good food off Angel?"