Real hard life after college.

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Real hard life after college. (closed for fnchristie81)

My name is Jonthan Gordenson, I like to go by Jon for short. I am 20 years old, 5'10 brown short hair to just cover the fingers. I also have blue eyes. I am 140 pounds. I look real skinny but any weight on me is solid muscle. I been working construction sites from 16 years old so about 3 years now. I went for triple trade school of framing, plumbing and electrical work.

My work, is really good. Bit above average, but clearly no master tho my work dose show talent that has yet to bloom. If I would have done one trade school, I am sure I could have been top of my class, but I am on the lower bit from doing 3 full time programs at once. My teachers knew what I was doing, as I wanted to be a handy man at a work site. Where I could float form one trade to another that needed a hand. I got lucky as I apprenticed at a company for all 3 jobs and they tired to work with me. College is bound to come to a end, and so dose my dorm living and my work study/apprentice ship program. I found with my low grades companies just wouldn't risk it on me. I needed to show them what I could do, that I had what it takes..... So I went looking in news papers, websites, Craig's list... Anything I could think of to find a job or housing. By some miracle one would offer both.... Time was counting down and things got looking more despite for me... I even started to do apps for coffee houses and burger joints.
 
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Christie was 25, and just out of nursing school. She moved far away from home to escape her domineering parents, and although usually financially cautious had bought a huge old farmhouse in a rural farming community in Minnesota-sight unseen. The price was terrific: $40,000 for the house and 10 acres. The job she'd taken had a good hiring bonus that let her do the downpayment, plus the salary included a 25% payoff of the loans she'd needed for college.

Driving up to the house, she noted that it was in greater disrepair than she'd originally thought from the pictures. Still, it had a garage, and since she was single could probably afford to fix it up-slowly. She hauled her few bags she'd packed with the necessaries until the rest of her things arrived in a few days, then explored. The kitchen was at least functional, the plumbing seemed to work ok. She went upstairs, and although the stairs creaked, they felt solid. Still, at 130 lbs, "solid" might be relative, so she'd have to have those checked out as well.

The ad had said "some remodeling done", and it seemed that those efforts had been focused on the master bathroom and two of the bedrooms-the master and one of the three others. The master bath was luxurious: walk-in shower, sunken tub, sparkling fixtures, and bright paint. The master bedroom was huge, and she'd negotiated the California King sized bed 4 poster into the purchase price. She tossed the bedding she'd bought just for it, then wandered to keep exploring. Some of the walls were stripped back to the boards underneath, while others put her in mind of the "lathe and plaster" phrase she'd heard a few times. One of the other bedrooms was stripped back to the bare boards and wires, with a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Another looked completely untouched, although the light in it worked. The third was completely finished as well, and contained a queen sized bed and mattress.

Christie continued her tour of her new home. All of the windows looked like they were replaced, but that seemed to be the extent of the efforts of the previous owners. She went out on the large porch, then took note of the time. She brought the few groceries she'd bought to get her through the first night and full day and set about preparing dinner for herself. She didn't have her TV, and made a note to call about getting internet service to the house somehow, but her phone had decent coverage. She decided to place an ad looking for a handyman to come and give her an estimate, then sat back to eat the simple meal she'd fixed.
 
Jon was getting on his last week and half of dorm housing. Then he would be on the streets. Jon loved camping and had some gear at his folks old cabin that no one uses, so that was his back up plan... Get a job or go camping till something comes up....


Jon was checking anything he could think of. Then he seen the add, Jon sent a e-mail that was attached to the add saying " Hey there, I am just finishing school and sounds like a job like that can really be putting all my framing/plumbing and electrical training to use. Would love to talk and see the house. How soon can I meet up with you?" Jon had no idea the size of the job as he under estimated it. If he had some cash coming in, then he could get some food and if need be sleep in his truck.

Jon had no idea this would be changing his world if he could get the job. He only seen some small photos knowing its white and multi level home. LOL but Jon needed anything he could get.
 
It had been almost two weeks since Christie had posted the ad. A few guys came by, but shook their heads at the amount of work needing done. Two more days of orientation to her new job, and she'd be working nights until a day job opened up. Word was that it happened pretty regularly. She was hopeful that it'd be soon, so that once the work started she wouldn't be kept up by the sounds of the renovation-if that ever happened.

She'd bought a new refrigerator since the one that came with the house seemed to be from the 1940s, as well as a washer and dryer. All of those were put in place by the store, although when the dryer went in one of the guys had mentioned that the wiring looked like it would need to be upgraded and soon. After that Christie was depressed. An email from a new contractor piqued her interest, but didn't boost her hope much. The guy mentioned just getting out of school, so that didn't say much about the quality of his work, although she figured some guys might have been doing the work without actually getting any kind of degree for it. She hoped that was the case as she sent a reply.

"If you're available, I work until 3 and get home around 4 the next few nights, but have the weekend off. I've included my number and address, so just let me know when you're available so I can show you around." Christie sent the email, then fixed dinner. She figured that it was only two more days until her first paycheck, then she might go out and see more about the town. She'd kept busy when not at work by studying things that she found she really didn't know while at work, and when that became overwhelming cleaning out some of the renovation trash that had been left over. The house was now mostly clean, if still in disrepair. Still, for $400 per month, it beat living in an apartment somewhere where she was surrounded by people, just as she'd grown up...
 
Jon got the e-mail and got to read it. Jon did a little happy dance and he didn't care how stupid it looked. A shot is lining up for him to get some kind of cash for food and if things really worked out maybe even a motel room. Jon would die and think he gone to heaven if he could wiggle "napping" out of the way some where some how. Even for a few nights it would save him loads of cash. At a time like this, Jon was even picking up the spare pennies he found.

His work said he could take the last week and half off as long as he agreed to be on call, but with the contracts wrapping up. It was doubtful he would have been needed. This made Jon even more pumped. He knew by noon his class labs where done so other then some reading and paper work, he could finish that up any time. Tho he did have to agree to a pop quiz any time the teachers seen him. Jon would have been glad for that deal to get more time on the paper work outside of class but still with in the deadline of the class time.

Jon shot a e-mail back saying "4pm sounds perfect, Cant wait to meet. Lets plan on tomorrow." Jon was going to try for today, but that made him sound to available and didn't want to risk scaring this big brake off.. Little did Jon know both him and the lady he would be meeting where about to be in the same boat.
 
Christie was just getting out of the shower when she got the reply. "Tomorrow," she thought to herself. She still wasn't holding out much hope that someone would actually take on the project-she might have to start learning how to do it on her own. YouTube had helped her with a few things already-some of her clinical skills, changing her car battery, things like that. She knew there'd be plenty of material-it was just the heavy, hard work that would be interesting. She didn't know if she could keep being overwhelmed learning her new job, then come home to try and learn home building on top of it.

The following day, Christie seemed to catch a rhythm at work. Her preceptor even praised her, the first time for it. Driving home she was excited, and allowed herself the hope that maybe the contractor would work out too. She remembered that she was almost out of food, so made a quick stop at the local grocery store (what town only has one?!?), then drove the rest of the way home. Turning into the driveway, the car seemed to wobble a bit, but straightened out well before she reached the garage. Climbing out, she walked around to get the groceries out when she noticed two things: 1) her rear passenger tire was almost flat, and 2) there was another vehicle halfway up the long driveway. Her attention split between the two.
 
Tites of change, The winds are starting to blow.

Jon had dropped by at 3:50, and didn't see any signs of life being at the old house. As he drove by his eyes nearly popped out and his mouth feel open. He did stop and look at it at the side of the road. With out getting near that sucker. Jon knew it would be a long job. Maybe a team could knock it out in 2-3 weeks. For Jon alone tho. Jon just gulped. This size scared him, but he knew he should have most if not all the skills to do it... Its just this is the real world and he don't have anyone watching over him to help him. Jon went to get a candy bar or something and a drink. As he came back from his " meal" Jon couldn't help but to see a young woman looking at a car in the end of the drive way....

Jon pulled up to about 2 truck spaces from the car and he killed his truck. Jon grabbed his big ole mac flashlight and a clipboard as he slipped out of the cab of the truck and closed his door.

Jon smiled at the lady and said in a very warm and friendly tone" Hey there, I am here for a 4pm meeting. Would you know if the home owner is here by chance yet?" Jon was sure this would be some relative to the owner. This woman had to be about his age if not older by a few years. Jon is wondering if she is the daughter or grand daughter of the house owner.
 
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Christie's heart sank further-this kid could barely be out of high school. Cute, and leaving the impression that he was stouter than he looked; not much like the contractors she'd become accustomed to seeing. His greeting was almost like a backhand to her.

She held out her hand. "I'm Christie," she said with the hint of an edge to her voice. "It's my ad, so it's my house." After briefly shaking the hand that swallowed hers-despite his size-she led him inside. Her scrubs emphasized her figure pleasantly, so she hoped she didn't come across as a bimbo. She pointed out the things she knew needed fixing and mentioned a couple of the things that she was wanting to change entirely.

As they entered the smaller, finished bedroom she had the furtive panic that maybe she'd left some of her..."delicates"...laying around in her room. She began to chatter about keeping the same general style that was present in the previously completed rooms as they entered hers, and noted with relief that only a G-string seemed to be out. She discretely pocketed it from the end of the bed before leading Jon to the master bath so he could get a feel for that room.
 
Jon smiled and apologies about presuming a parent or grand parent owned this house. He was quick to shake her hand. He was glad when she let him into the house as he was half expecting to send him packing right then and there.

As they walked threw the house Jon wrote notes down on each room that she mentioned. Jon was glad to be in her bedroom with her. Tho he tried really hard to keep his hormons under controle he did spot a G-string on the bed. Later as they talked he noticed it was gone. He smiled thinking she hid it while he was looking around the room, what a sneeky little woman.

Then they went into the bathroom. Jon nodded and wrote notes on what she was saying. Jon went into the walk in shower, that looked like a old closet that got reused. Jon said " You know a wall mounted shower bench would be handy, With you being a nurse I bet your feet and legs must be killing you. Think about sitting and having one of them hand held shower wands, to get all your sore places that need some good rubbing with the water jets."

Jon went to her bathroom sink and opened it up and dropped to his back and scooted his head under. He then used the flashlight to shine up at the under side of the sink for a second before pulling out from under there. Jon said " By the looks of that old metal pipping, If I do this job. It all has to come out. If I try and soder the metal will react with each other and make a bigger mess later with water damage too. This job will take me a long time, but I can keep it down to one room basicly at a time. I can also try and do all the loud stuff while your gone."

Jon walked over to the trimming and rubbed his chin. I think I can remake this trim here, and use it all over, so the move from room to room would be seamless.

Jon turned to Christie and asked " Do you have a deadline this work needs to be done by?"
 
Christie's heart sank at hearing even the plumbing for the "new" bathroom would have to be redone. She'd been hoping that it had been updated, but she had no idea what the difference was.

"No, there's no real deadline," she told Jon. "It would be neat if you could reuse the trim though. I actually like that wood." Her mind wandered back over some of the things they'd discussed, like the seat in the shower. Her feet, legs, and back were killing her. Plus it would be beneficial for some "activities" when she was feeling horny-especially if contractors were to be in and out while she was working nights still. Although Jon had said that he might be able to work while she wasn't around...

While she was thinking, she was idly playing with the contents of her pockets, including her panties.

"Does that mean you're interested?" she asked.
 
Jon was half way shocked she asked if he was interested. After a half a second Jon says " If I am to do this job. This will take me about 3 months, but the real deal buster is you let me strip this ole gal down to the bones and let me do her up right" It taken him half second for it to his mind to process what he just said... Jon's face when ghost white then he quickly added " the house, let me fix up the ole gal meaning the house." Jon taken a gulp and said " I would want to take the drywall and floors down to the base wood, re-run all the wire and piping then, and redo all the walls to restore this fine home to her golden years. With me working around your time, I would basically be napping here off and on for the next few months."
 
Christie had to laugh at Jon seeming to think he'd made a faux pas. Surely nobody would call her old! Her hand came out of her pocket, and unbeknownst to her, a large portion of her skimpy panties. She held the hand out to Jon, saying, "Deal" before having the frantic thought that she really didn't know anything about him. Still, she'd be working for a lot of the time, and she did have the extra bedroom, not thinking that there was only one working bathroom in the house.

Mentally she shrugged. If he'd consider staying there a portion of the time, maybe she could negotiate some of the overall labor costs down too. She brought it up to him as they made their way down the stairs to the kitchen. "I can pick up enough food for both of us some nights too, if you let me know your preferences," she stated. "I mean, if you're going to be spending that much time here, you might as well be able to eat what you like."
 
Jon says " I love to eat tacos, but will eat anything you put in front of me other then liver. That's one thing I don't eat." Jon smiles as he is walking with her and notices the underwear out of her pocket. Jon says " I will be willing to work for much cheaper then what a job like this would normally cost. Can I be frank with you?" Jon looks at her with interest while also trying to keep a eye on where they are walking. So he don't walk into a door frame.
 
Christie couldn't help but wonder at the double entendre of "tacos". Still, she perked up at the mention that he would work cheaper. She noted that his attention was divided, then felt her G-string rubbing against her forearm. Christie turned beat red down into her cleavage as she tried to remain cool while discretely tucking the panties back into her pocket.

"I'd appreciate full honesty," she replied. Internally, she was cussing at herself for not having taken care of her stuff earlier, and for not paying attention to the unmentionables while they walked and talked.
 
Jon smiles and looks her in the eyes then says " As you know, we are close to the same age. We are going to be living close with each other in the next few months. You can expect me to see things like G-strings laying around. This may be hard for you, but if you don't let the need to hide stuff like that from me. Its going to make this very hard on you. As you will always be stressed over the little stuff. So please just try and relax around me. If it helps you can ignore me all together. Please, I am sure you got enough stress from work. Do you really need to stress over some clothing I will see from time to time.?"
 
Christie laughed a little self-consciously. "Well, the impression of being a slob wasn't the first one I wanted anyone to have of me," she told him, still embarrassed. She fixed a pot of coffee so they could hash out the details of the arrangement. When they were finished, she told Jon, "Help yourself to the finished spare bedroom as much as you feel you need. I'm not sure how close you live, so if you need I'll just be expecting you here quite a bit in the mornings and evenings. I'll do my best to let you know my work schedule so that if you plan on working around me you can plan it out better."

After they shook hands, she pointedly put the panties into the washer in front of him, then led him back to the front door. She lingered a bit, leaning against the open door. He was the first visitor that had spent more than a few moments since she'd moved in, and she found herself regretting the loss of company. She'd enjoyed the solitude for the first week, but coming home to an empty house had quickly gotten stale.

"Umm... I don't want to be pushy, but I've got plenty of things for dinner if you want to stay," she said hesitantly. "I've even got taco fixings if that sounds good. I'll probably screw them up somehow, but if you don't want another meal on the road, you're more than welcome. Unless you need to get going," she finished with a stammer.
 
Jon looked at her very pleased and grateful. I would love to eat with you. Normaly its a oh so romantic night with text books and safety rules over the oh so romantic glow from my laptop in my dorm room.

Do you like soft shell or hard shell? I had some taco bell delivered last week where it tried there double shell. That sure beats the soft shell I normally get. It has the body and firmness of the soft shell and all the good crunchy taste of her hard... With a thin layer or meat or cheese in the middle of the two shells... Oh how I do enjoy it being so soft and firm at the some time. With some play in my hands.

After half a second the last bit clicked with his lower head about how sexual that sounded.

I clear my though and ask " So, umm roomie for the next few months. I gotta ask. What do you like to do in your free time when not at work?"

Jon smiles and adds in " Oh so you know later on, folks in my line of work, home tecs for computer or cable company's… We all see homes in different *dose air quotes* lived in stages *dose them again*.. So it has to be really bad like roaches running all over the place for us to even think about it... The sites I been on where mostly new builds tho we did 2 renovations, so my new eyes do take in a bit more then guys who did this for 10 or so years. To them its just another day, another room... I am guessing as a nurse you can relate to that. Must see folks with all sorts of crazy stuff happen to them huh? "

Jon was interested in what its like for her, and with her being about his age. Jon had a feeling she hasn't had much time dealing with his line of work. Well not outside the hospital or where ever she works at.. Jon hopes if he can help her in any way she will let him know. Jon lets his eyes wonder a bit over her in her scrubs. The uniform was very unflattering, but still showed a bit to give a hint what lays under it is very nice. Jon cant help but to wonder if she is wearing a thong or G-string again today.
 
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"Well, I'd just gotten hard shells since I wasn't planning on company, but I'll keep that in mind for the next time." She noticed the bulge in his pants and wondered what had caused him to become aroused. She thought about how long it had been since she'd had sex, and thought a night with her toys might be in order.

Christie turned and led Jon back into the kitchen. "Actually, I haven't had a whole lot of free time the last few years." She bent over to get a frying pan out of the cupboard, inadvertently showing a bit of her lower back and a hint of the black g-string she was wearing. "Before I went to nursing school though, I was more of an outdoors girl whenever I got the chance." She dumped the hamburg into the pan to start browning it. "I grew up in the city though, which was nice because you can indoor wall climb year round, but it's not the same as being on an actual rock face. We did do a couple of kayaking trips that were fun too, and I have an uncle that had a hunting camp amd ATVs we'd ride around in the summer." She realized she was chattering. "But that's probably boring to you," she laughed. "What about you?"
 
Jon was caught leaning on the side of the wall admiring her G-string while hoping to see more of it.

I do enjoy a nice full hard-shell now and then. I grew up in the east county line of St. Paul Minn till my teen years then moved to a farm town. Long walks, fishing, camping and swimming is what I did for fun tho its been some time from when I got to do any of them. Mostly I game or watch youtube if not read.. Lots of time at the computer in high school I did allot of rock wall climbing, tho I liked trees better. Speaking of, did I miss it or do you not have a computer desk? I can make sure I get that room fixed up for you first if you want me too.

Jon moves to sit at the table in hopes to hide his hardon from staring at her wonderful ass even if its hidden by scrubs.
 
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"Actually I don't, but it does sound handy. I usually just use my laptop or tablet for most things since I was tired of sitting at a desk during school."

The meat was browned, and Christie again bent to retrieve a colander to drain it. Her back caught from the strain of having been on her feet all day and still unused to it, and she put her hand to the small of her back. She felt the exposed skin and panties and blushed again.

She chattered again to cover the embarrassment, hoping that it wasn't coming through in her voice. "We have a fair number of continuing education requirements every year, so sitting at a desk to do them would probably be beneficial since I have a tendency to sprawl out. And it would probably be handy instead of trying to make room for each other when we're shopping for materials-I don't sit on the couch much, and it'd probably be embarrassing to do it in one of the beds." She caught what she was saying and felt herself flush again, and abruptly changed the subject.

"I was thinking maybe a pot rack in the middle of the kitchen would go? With some indirect lighting." She dumped a powdered mix into the meats then added the water to simmer. "Sorry, store bought stuff is the best I can offer tonight. Once things are a bit more settled I'll make them from scratch." She got out plates and silverware to set the table, having to lean across to put Jon's in front of him but giving an accidental glimpse of her blue lacy bra and cleavage.

Of course, his eyes went directly there, and she felt both embarrassed and thrilled at noticing the direction of his eyes. She flushed again and froze in humiliation. It was only a second, but long enough to feel her sex dampen in excitement. She slowly straightened again. Trying not to stimulate herself any more, she walked to cut the onion, tomatoes, and olives. That done in silence, she grabbed some pre-shredded cheese and brought it all to the table, again having to lean over to not knock anything off. Again his eyes went to her chest, again she froze and blushed, before she went to the stove to bring the finished meat back.

Of course, yet again she had to lean over to place it on the table, but this time she quickly slid into her chair. "Go ahead and help yourself," she told him.
 
I smile tho I am a bit shocked as it sounds like she was about to say she would enjoy the desk for porn rather then the couch or beds.

I smile and starts to make two tacos. As I make my first one I say " thank you, as a nurse I bet you are on your feet all day. How would you feel about slipping out of them scrubs and after the mean I rub your feet? we can do it here at the table or on your bed." My eyes going from the food to her to see her reaction.

I think to my self man she has a nice rack and I love how she pauses like that.
 
This time Christie blushed clear down into her cleavage. Surely he didn't mean just strip down to her underclothes right after dinner! The thought, however, had her panties instantly soaked and she shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm not...I mean... It sounds great and all, but don't you think it would be a little awkward? I mean, we just met a few hours ago for a business relationship..." Her voice trailed off, and she covered the moment by taking a bite of dinner. Her mind raced at the thoughts of all the different ways this could go. Between finishing the semester, finals, studying for her NCLEX, and moving away from home, she hadn't had much time for anything else, and it had to be the dry spell causing her to insinuate sexual overtones to everything tonight. Surely what Jon was suggesting was just being a considerate young man. "I suppose I can change out of this, " she said, gesturing to her outfit. "That is, if you don't think it would be taking advantage of the offer or anything..." Her mind raced to think of what she had that wouldn't be in the way, but wouldn't be indecent to a guy she'd just met.
 
I smile and say "I agreed to share a meal with you so we can get to know each other better, as we will be living together for the next few months, and I do want you to be comfortable in your own home. What would you be wearing if I wasn't here right now?"

I can feel my cock jump with excitement in my pants. The idea of her in anything but scrubs has to be a improvement. My lower head is begging to see her take them off and run around in her bra and g-string.

I smile and add in "I want you to be comfortable, so please do what you would do if it was just you alone, please don't change what you like to do for me." I take a bite or two of my taco waiting for a response.

I can only hope she drops pants and runs in her G-string. I am almost positive shes going to keep that top on.
 
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Christie finished her meal uncertainly and undecided. Arising, she walked to her room and thought about her options. A faded white tank top was the best for a top, and she decided to opt for a pair of booty shorts. "God why hadn't she done laundry?!?" she fumed to herself. Oh, right, the wiring needed upgrading, and she'd been holding off having to go back into town or linger there when she could be home.

She slipped out of her scrubs and threw the shorts on, then dropped her bra on top of them. Quickly she remembered to clean out her pockets, and placed the miscellaneous Penn's, alcohol wipes, markers, scissors, and clamps into their spot on the dresser before tugging the form-fitting top down her slender frame. She looked critically at herself in the mirror and decided that while it was obvious she wasnt wearing a bra, you really couldn't see anything unless you were looking for it. She flushed yet again that night as she realized it was likely the hormonal young man would be doing just that. Again she felt the warmth between her legs, and mindlessly tugged the back of her g-string above the level of her shorts befire pulling the shirt to cover it. It wasn't until she was in sight of Jon before what she'd done caught up to her.
 
I glanced about to take a bite of the taco when I seen her walk back to the room. My hand froze and my head turned to her. My eyes moving up and down her body as she walked to me...

Clearly what she was wearing had a affect on me. I wonder if I died and gone to heaven. I would be living with a true babe.....
 
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