I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.
In this chapter, Brent and Sarah start getting to know each other, and we get to meet Sarah's roommate Tracy.
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"So, do you work? You know, you got a job?" Sarah asked, running a towel through her hair. She'd taken a shower, and she was standing next to the bed in a black sports bra, and a matching pair of panties.
"Yeah, I do technical writing, but I'm between contracts right now." I told her as I pulled my jeans on. We didn't know if I could get the tape on my ribs wet, so she had given me a delightfully naughty sponge bath before she got in the shower.
"So you're unemployed." She muttered as she pulled on a pair of jeans.
"No, I'm between contracts." I said, moving over to stand in front on her in the mirror. "I just finished one a couple of weeks ago, and I haven't picked up another one yet. I usually take a month or so off between gigs, you know, to unwind, and get ready for the next one."
I stood in front of her, looking at our reflection in the mirror. My head was even with her tits as she stood behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders, but I looked at her in the mirror and shook my head.
"Put your arms around me, or put them on my hips." I said, watching as she moved her hands. "That looks better, now we look like a couple. With your hands on my shoulders, you looked like my mom, or an aunt."
Turning around, I put my hands on her hips and looked up at her.
"You gonna be able to go out with me, knowing people are gonna be looking, if not laughing at us?" I asked, looking at her steadily. "I don't give a shit, people have been making fun of me my whole life, so I don't even notice it anymore."
"People make fun of me too, being as big as I am isn't easy for a girl." She said softly. "You don't know how many times people have asked if I played basketball in school. I got sick of hearing it."
Nodding, I turned around and leaned against her. She put her arms around me, grinning at our reflection.
"I don't care what people are going to think. I think we make a cute couple." She laughed.
"I'm glad to hear you say that, cuz I need to go get a new phone, since you broke mine." I laughed. "And while we're out, I thought we could swing by my place. I need to check messages, and I had some downloads going that I want to check on too."
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We'd gotten the looks we'd expected at the Verizon store, but Sarah made such a show of hanging all over me, that by the time we left, people were looking at me jealously.
I got a new Galaxy Note Three, and the guy at the counter had swapped out the sim and sd cards, and even managed to pull my contacts and messages off the old phone. He told me that I just needed to replace the screen, but it turned out that replacing the screen on the old phone cost almost as much as a new one. I told him he could keep it, or throw it away, I didn't care.
Sarah played with my new phone all the way to my house. She thought my taste in music was alternately hilarious or execrable, depending on the track. Much to my surprise, she had the Bluetooth on the phone connected to the radio in my Yukon before we were out of the parking lot, which is when she started shitting on my taste in music.
She was more than a little surprised when I turn into the driveway, coming to a stop at the gate about fifty feet from the road. I started to get out, and Sarah grinned over at me.
"What, no remote?" She giggled.
"Yeah, there's a remote, but I haven't loaded the app into my phone yet." I answered, looking down my nose at her. "Somebody broke my other phone."
"Oh, right. Okay, I'll get it." She said opening her door and stepping out.
"The code is two seven six six star." I told her.
She just nodded and a moment later, pushed the gate aside, then closed it behind me. She got back in the car and I drove up to the house, watching her reaction out of the corner of my eye.
The house is a civil war era plantation house that someone had restored in the sixties, and they had put in central air and heat when they did it. It had been remodeled several times since then by various owners. I had worked on several of the rooms that I used the most, and had the whole house wired with network and audio connections in every room.
"Before you ask, no, I'm not rich, but I am comfortable." I said as I opened the car door and got out. "I got this place as a foreclosure, for less that ten percent of its real worth. There's twenty-two rooms in the main house, and there's a smaller house around back that used to be the servants quarters. There's a barn and a stable back there too, but I haven't gotten around to doing anything with those yet."
"How much land do you have? I can't even see another house from here."
"I've got about thirty-five hundred acres, but I rent most of that out to the Richardson's. They live about a mile over that way." I told her, pointing toward the west. "They grow a mix of cotton, soy beans, and pot on what they rent from me."
"Damn, how much does a technical writer make?" Sarah laughed as she followed me up the steps to the verandah.
"I made sixty grand on the last project, but it took two months to finish." I told her as I dug my keys out and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and waved her inside. "Most pay between ten and twenty, but not all technical writers make that kind of money. I'm known in the industry, and I get the gravy jobs because I do a quick turn around, and usually get it right the first time out."
"So how long you lived here?" She asked, looking around the foyer, then stepping over into the parlor. She was back a moment later, and walked across the foyer into the kitchen.
"I got it three years ago." I said, following her. "I got tired of living in the city and started looking around for something else."
"Oh yeah, this is my room." She said, smiling as she looked back at me over her shoulder. "I can do some serious cooking in a kitchen like this!"
"I'm glad to hear that, but if you want your own room, you have to take the one upstairs. Top of the stairs, last door at the end of the hall."
She looked over at me, then turned and brushed by me. A moment later, I heard her going up the stairs.
I walked out into the foyer and stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the inevitable reaction. It wasn't long in coming.
"Oh my fucking GAWD!!" She screamed, followed immediately by, "Brent! You get your narrow little ass up here right now!"
I took my time going up the stairs, and when I got to the top, turned and went down the short hallway to the Princess suite, as it was called. The room had belonged to the original owners daughter, and took up more than a third of the second floor.
Sarah was laying on the bed, kicking her feet up and down. When she heard me come in, she rolled over, getting up on her elbows, her tits bulging out under her t-shirt.
