Ted and Jaime (which she pronounced "Jamie") seemed normal enough. Ted was a good fifteen years younger than me and Jaime looked to be in her late twenties. Jaime was in good shape - perhaps a bit plump - but not in a bad way. Ted was surprisingly tall and looked like he had worked out in the past but had gotten out of the habit – solid like a bear. Jaime wasn't petite, but he towered over her. And me.
Before touring the house, they offered me a coffee in the kitchen and asked me some questions. Considering we'd be roommates; this was to be expected.
Do you smoke?
What are your working hours?
Will you want to have people over? When? What hours
Do you drink?
Do you take drugs?
I asked similar questions as we were each trying to get a feeling for each other.
They already knew my story – I had put it on my housing application. I was based out of Delaware with my wife and two teen boys. I had recently accepted a position at a large pharmaceutical company in Northern new Jersey and was looking to rent a room. Renting a whole apartment made no sense financially - especially since I'd only be there Monday through Friday. I'd leave Friday evening and drive home. After a weekend with my family, I'd drive back up Monday morning. It wasn't the best plan but it was our best plan. I'd been out of work for 9 months and we were at the edge of bankruptcy. Of course, I didn't tell any of the people who were sharing rooms this fact. I didn't want to scare them. Most of the people who showed me their open rooms were happy not to have some college student who might be smoking and partying and not paying regularly. I could tell that most preferred the idea that I'd leave them in peace for the weekend.
Ted and Jaime were no different. I said, barring any exceptions, I'd spend weekends in Wilmington. They raised their eyebrows together and glanced at each other. They had earlier explained that they had only reluctantly decided to take in a boarder after Ted's hours were cut back. He assembled something in some plant. The fact that they might be able to take in a full-time boarder who'd skip town weekends worked out better for them and their privacy.
I was getting a good vibe from them and it seemed like they were liking me. Jaime made some dry, witty comments that made me laugh. My sense of humor was similar and I also added some wit to the chit chat which cause both Ted and Jaime to chuckle. I was really beginning to notice that Jaime was quite charismatic in a sincere cute way. I could easily see what Ted saw in her beyond her physical aspects.
After some more questions and satisfactory answers, Jaime stood and held her open hand out toward the hallway.
"So then, should we give you a tour?"
I stood and smiled. "Great!"
Jaime led the way though the one floor ranch and Ted followed. I noticed Jaime's ass wiggle through her sweats and tried not to stare. Especially since Ted the refrigerator was right behind me.
"Here's the TV room. We get cable, internet, and phone though the fiber – it's all included in the rent."
She walked through the TV room and opened a door.
"This would be your room".
As she said this, she walked into the small but comfortably furnished room and tossed her open arms about in a Vanna White fashion. I watched her obviously braless tits bounce beneath her sweatshirt before quickly shifting my eyes to the room.
It was perfect – for my needs, at least. It was well lit, had a desk with chair, a small chest with a mirror and a closet.
"Hmm...Nice." I commented and smiled. Ted pointed at the desk and said "You can set up your computer there and surf porn all day..."
Jaime clicked her tongue and looked shocked for a moment and slapped the air toward him. "Te-ed. Stop it". "Just because that's what you do all day doesn't mean that Spencer does that."
Jaime then spoke to me in a side stage whisper that Ted could obviously hear. "Ted beats his big ol' penis all day and thinks its normal..."
Ted grabbed his sweats, winked at me, and replied confidently. "Hey, baby – aint nothin normal about this...!
I noticed that Ted's grip forced the fabric of his sweats to frame a thick tube. My eyes widened involuntarily. Ted clearly had an unusually big penis.
Jaime rolled her eyes playfully and said "I meant jackin off all day – not your... I mean, Spencer's gonna be at work all day not surfin porn."
Ted continued "...and I don't Jack off ALL day...I just need to get it some relief...Otherwise, I won't be able to leave you in peace when you get home."
"Te-ed! You stop that right now!" Jaime glanced at me uncomfortably and put her hands up defensively "I don't know why I'm – why HE's even talking about this...I'm so sorry..."
She glowered lightly at Ted. "...And YOU stop it. Nobody needs to hear about your penis. You're gonna make poor Spencer think you're some kinda pervert."
Jaime blushed as she placed her hand gently on my chest. "Spencer, I'm so sorry. He doesn't mean anything by it. You'll see, he just likes to embarrass me."
"Err...um – no problem" I said and laughed a bit uncomfortably, taken off guard by their relaxed banter and the obvious size of Ted's dick. "We all need some relief now and then...He's clearly a big boy and probably just needs it more." I blurted out.
I replayed that last sentence back in my mind. What the fuck... "Ted just needs more relief"? And "He's clearly big"! Why the fuck did I say THAT. Jesus!
Jaime's use of "penis" really caught me by surprise, I guess. It's not a word that typically comes up during someone's first meeting - especially by a sexy, braless young lady WITH HER HUGE HUSBAND RIGHT THERE.
Plus, she called it his "BIG ol' penis..." and he basically straight out confirmed this. He was a big guy - I guess he'd have a big penis.
I unconsciously glanced at Ted's crotch again, noticing his large bulge. His penis was definitely bigger than normal, though. He was a pretty big guy...
