Chapter 2 Brye and Jack Discuss Things
Thanks to Arpea for editing. All characters over 18. Work of Blewwater69.
They both dozed off on the roof top of the apartment building. They woke almost simultaneously to find they'd been out for over an hour. Worried about getting burned from the May sun, they grabbed the beach towels and headed back down to the third-floor apartment.
"We probably didn't get too much sun," Brye said. "It was dropping down in the sky in the late afternoon."
"I feel the same way," Jack agreed.
"Why don't you shower while I prepare dinner with the chicken you bought," Brye said. "That is unless you want some company."
"That would be great, but I think you drained me pretty well on the roof."
"Okay, your loss," Brye claimed with a mischievous smile.
"I'm sure you're right," Jack responded, heading off to the shower.
By the time Jack returned, Brye had dinner well on the way. It looked to him like she knew her way around the kitchen. Probably from cooking for her father. She had the rice they bought going, the chicken baking in the oven in a cream sauce, and green beans in a pot. It looked like she was finishing up on some garlic bread too. Jack was starved and his stomach growled in anticipation.
"I'll shower now," Brye said. "Everything is good as is for fifteen minutes or so. Just shut off the green beans then,"
"Will do. Smells great and I'm starving. You look to be a good cook, Brye."
"After my mother died two years ago, it fell to me to feed my father and me. I've learned a good bit since then from trial and error and my mom's cookbooks."
"I know just enough not to go hungry or poison myself," Jack claimed, with a smile.
Brye was still in her skimpy bikini and just looking at her was giving Jack second thoughts about passing on the shower with her. He could see she had gotten some sun on the roof just as he did. He wasn't really burned, though, probably thanks to the suntan lotion. He watched her walk to her bags by the sofa and retrieve some of her new clothes, before walking to the bathroom. The bottom of her bikini cut at angles sideways across her cute, toned ass exposing a sweet amount of her nice butt.
Jack turned off the beans as instructed and Brye checked the rice as she returned from the bathroom. She only had on a baby blue tee shirt on top and underwear underneath. The tee shirt didn't do much to hide the lower parts of her pink panties. And the shirt was tight to her frame and hugged her breasts. He already knew from the bikini they weren't huge, but each looked like a nice handful and her pressing nipples on the material gave his dick a nice twinge again.
Dinner was wonderful. The chicken was delicious, the rice great with the butter she applied, the green beans and the garlic bread topped it off. Jack helped clean up even though Brye said he didn't have to. They had bought some ice cream for dessert, but both decided they were too full and would have some later. Jack had let her choose the flavor but liked her choice of mint chocolate chip.
They sat down to watch some TV as the thunderstorm hit outside. Skylar had brought a 55" TV with him to college and he left it there for the summer. Jack took the single chair, his normal spot with his roommates, and Brye grabbed the corner of the sofa closest to him. They watched some news first for half an hour but quickly bored of that despite all the wars and crap going on. One of Tyler's parent's contributions to the apartment was Netflix. Jack surfed the shows until they found something that appealed to them. A Jack Ryan series that neither one had seen. They watched two episodes before deciding to listen to some music instead. Jack put on a spotify playlist he liked on his phone and through his stereo system. One of his contributions to the assembling of the apartment. He grabbed the acoustic guitar he had and strummed along with the music to impress Brye. It worked.
As the music played a good selection of songs, and Jack added some touches, Brye started to ask him some general questions. The first topic she chose was about his life. Jack told her he was from Iowa and was raised on a farm. He had three other siblings at home and his parents couldn't help much with his college expenses. He told her about his love of music, how he liked math in high school, played tennis, and loved to go fishing. Brye contributed that she grew up here in the city and her mom had been the hard worker of the family. How her dad was in the army and got hurt and all about his recovery.
They talked for over an hour about their lives and interests. Brye had run track in high school and came in third in the state in the 5K run. She was an only child, and her only relatives lived in Oregon. Her father had been an only child too, and her mother had just one sister. They never saw each other much and she barely knew her two cousins. Eventually, the topic turned a bit as Jack couldn't help but ask why she was homeless.
"It's a long story, "Brye began, "and not one I'm thrilled to discuss, but being you're so nice to me I think I owe you an explanation."
She started with the death of her mother as when things changed. How after she turned eighteen her father started insisting, she become the woman of the house. Without her mother's income they were barely surviving, and each new month brought the reality that they needed to bring in much more cash fast. With no insurance and little savings, things were looking very bleak for keeping a roof over their heads and food to eat.
Brye then explained how her father had begged her for sexual relief and more. How she tried at first to deny him, but that wasn't getting them anywhere and she knew time was running out as the unpaid bills rolled in. She finally agreed to service him but would not sleep with him. Then the big shoe dropped., She needed to bring in cash fast as her father couldn't work with his injuries and obvious drinking problem.
It was then that her father demanded she whore herself out to a few of his friends and a neighbor or two. She refused until the mail with the foreclosure notices and overdue bills flooded in. She said it started small, but that wasn't cutting it money wise. Her father started talking to more men, including guys he knew from the VA and American Legion. There were plenty of men out there. Guys who lost their wives to death or divorce. Ones that weren't getting anything and wanted relief. Guys that just wanted to cheat. Basically, quite a few guys living alone in the neighborhood and elsewhere who were willing to pay her for sex.
She described how she was visiting four and five guys almost every night. How she had to work hard to finish out high school. Many guys just wanted hand-jobs or blowjobs, being too old and unfit to really fuck. Several wanted more and soon she was fucking a number of guys regularly. At first, she was totally appalled at the whole thing, but as she got to know most of the guys and their stories, she began to take pity on many and became more understanding. Many of the guys treated her nicely with gifts and extra money.
That was when her bastard father decided he wanted even more money coming in. She described the pay schedule and how if anyone didn't pay up her father sent his good, ex-cop friend Frank to get after them. Frank was 6'4" and over 300 pounds, retired, and her father's drinking buddy most nights. He was black and her father let him fuck her for free in payment for his services. She never had any problems with Frank as an enforcer. But, when her dad decided to sell her anally for $200 a shot, that was the breaking point for her. She decided she had to leave and took everything of hers that she could carry.
Brye had tears coming down her cheeks as she concluded her story. Jack felt terrible for her and ashamed he had pushed her to tell him her awful story. He came over to the couch to give her a hug, but she started crying even harder as he did. It took quite a while for Brye to calm down. Eventually, she turned to face him with her moist, red eyes.
