“Hey, thanks again for hosting me. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” Dave said.

“Dude, it’s really not an issue; we’re more than happy to have you here until you find a new place,” Eric replied.

“Housing really is a bitch here; then again, what did I expect as a broke uni student moving abroad?” Dave sighed.

“Ah, I’m sure you’ll get back on your feet in no time; you always do. Anyway, your room is the second to the left, at the end of the hallway; go unpack your stuff while I finish up dinner.”

“Aight, see you in a bit, then.”

As Dave began walking down the corridor to his room, he heard someone call his name.

“Hey! I’m Holly, nice to meet you,” the girl said enthusiastically, holding out a hand. Upon seeing Dave’s questioning look, she clarified, “I’m Eric’s sister; I’ve seen you around campus once or twice already.”

“Oh, you also go to Unimelb? What major?”

“Fine arts, production. I want to work in set design.”

“That’s cool! I’m taking fine arts too, but in film and television.”

“Really? Imagine if we worked together in the future,” she said whilst chuckling.

“That would be a funny coincidence, haha.”

“Anyway, nice meeting you; I won’t hold you up anymore. Better unpack quickly; it smells like dinner's almost ready.”

And with that, she turned around, almost whipping Dave’s face with her flowing golden hair, and gracefully walked to the kitchen. The entire time that Dave was unpacking his belongings, his thoughts were purely focused on Holly. Her charming looks, bubbly personality, and everything about her captivated him in a way he’d never felt before.

A bit later that evening at dinner, Dave and Holly both shot each other furtive glances all through the meal. At about midway through the dinner, she began to lean into him when she laughed and brushed his hand while reaching for things. 

“Well, it’s getting a bit late; I’ll do the dishes; you lot go get ready for bed,” said Eric’s mother.

“Oh no, Mrs. Jones; please, I’ll do it.”

“You don’t need to, really.”

“Please, it’s the least I can do since you’re hosting me.”

“Oh, thank you; it’ll be such a help.”

“Of course!”

Once Dave finished washing the dishes, he began walking back towards his room; a sudden noise came from his right.

“Psst, hey! Dave!” Holly whispered from her door, which was just barely a crack open.

“What?” Dave enquired, puzzled.

“Come here,” Holly beckoned, “and shut the door behind you.”

As Dave entered the room, he was stunned by what he saw. In front of him was Holly, completely bare, save for a small necklace with a crystal resting between her breasts. Her silk-like golden hair flowed beyond her shoulders, breasts in full view, and her sex was barely covered by a small patch of golden hair.

“Well? Do you like what you see?” She asked seductively.

“Y-yes, yeah, I do,” Dave stammered out, still in shock from the Aphrodite-esque figure standing before him.

Holly was enjoying the embarrassed confusion she could see Dave was feeling, and she savoured every moment. However, she knew that their time was limited, and so she decided to try and make the best of it.

Stepping forward, she put a finger on Dave’s lips before getting on her knees before him. She slowly began to undo his trousers, then she pulled them and his boxers down, allowing Dave’s cock to spring out.

When she saw his member, she bit down on her lower lip before taking his shaft in one hand and beginning to stroke it. She continued to slowly run her hand along his penis, from tip to base, several times. Then, she pulled back his foreskin fully and ran her tongue from just beneath the head to the tip of his penis.

Looking up at him, she giggled slightly before continuing to run her tongue along his shaft. While her tongue played with his member, she began using her hand to fondle his balls, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

“Just take my cock in your mouth already, you teasing bitch,” Dave hissed.

All Holly could do was giggle once again before pulling back his foreskin fully to bury his head in her mouth, but before he could enter the warmth of her mouth, Eric’s voice made them both freeze.

“Dave? Dave? Where are you?” Eric called.

Both Dave and Holly froze, staring at each other.

“Go! Tell him you were chatting with me about uni or something,” Holly whispered, already rushing over to her bed to put on her discarded clothes.

Dave quickly hid his erection and slipped out of the door silently.

“Hey, I was just talking to Holly about university,” he lied, in what he hoped was a convincing voice.

“Oh, ok, hey, Holly,” he said, looking behind Dave, at Holly, who had just poked her head out the door, “well, thanks again for doing the dishes. My parents and I might go to the store tomorrow; if you want, you can come.”

“Oh, thanks for the invitation, but the music in those large stores usually gives me a headache,” he said.

“Ah, that sounds like it sucks. Holly, are you coming?” he asked.

“Nah, I don’t really have to buy anything right now, plus it seems unfair to leave our houseguest home alone so early,” she said, with a slight purr in her voice.

Dave hoped Eric wouldn’t notice that, or at least hoped that he didn’t understand what it meant.

“Well, ok, you two have fun home alone then. Anyway, it’s getting pretty late, so I recommend we all go get some sleep.”

“Sounds like a great idea, Eric. Goodnight, you too, Holly.”

“Night, Eric. Goodnight, Dave.” 

Dave hated that she kept saying everything directed at him so… seductively, but he couldn’t do anything about it, at least not right then and there. Instead, he opted to discuss it with her tomorrow once they were alone and walked down the corridor towards his room.

Once there, he dived beneath the covers and dreamed of what tomorrow might hold.