"Four bedroom, one-and-a-half bathroom, eat-in kitchen, large screened porch, country setting with loads of privacy. All new appliances, washer/dryer. Twelve-fifty a month. We should definitely look at that one, you guys," Brie said. She was sitting in the shade on the pool patio with her father, Charity and Kelsey.
"Yeah, that sounds good!" Kelsey said. "We can have porch parties!"
"I still think we shouldn't even look until we start getting paid," Charity said. "What if we really like something? We're not ready yet."
"That place sounds like a bargain," Brian said. "It might be a dump, but if you start looking and you do find something nice that you want, I'll pay the security and the first two months rent. Call it a graduation present for you all."
"Daddy! Oh my God!" Brie said.
"I don't want you to move out of here, but...it's inevitable, so I might as well help out, right? And I'd kind of like to be in on the process, before I leave Saturday. Let's go take a look at it."
Brie made the call. The landlord agreed to meet them at the house that evening.
"You should all dress conservatively," Brian said, eyeing Kelsey in the bikini she'd arrived in. "You need to come across as responsible adults. Two teachers and an artist is good, but the way you dress says a lot about you. Quiet, conservative, stay home a lot grading papers, that kind of thing."
"Daddy's right. Do you even
own
any clothes like that?" Brie asked Kelsey
"Between me and my Mom I can find something."
Charity didn't have any trouble. She opened the luggage she'd stored in her closet and picked out one of her old outfits, clothes she'd bought at home with her mother, for school. It felt odd to be looking at those clothes — they seemed like they were from another life, a life she was glad she left behind. She hung onto them thinking she'd be wearing them when she went home for a visit, but standing there looking at the churchy-looking clothes made her realize she wouldn't be doing that. When she went home she'd dress as her new self. Maybe not the string bikinis and the garter belts and stockings, but she wouldn't be wearing anything from the old suitcases, that was for sure.
Kelsey returned that evening in a pair of comfortable bluejeans that weren't skin tight and a button-up shirt of her mother's that was actually buttoned up. Brie and Brian agreed a tiny bit of cleavage might help — it was a male landlord after all — so Brie adjusted Kelsey's buttons for just the right effect.
Brie wore white pants, casual but nice, and a summer cardigan with a pretty undershirt showing underneath. Charity held down the schoolmarm end of the spectrum, in a plaid, below-the-knee dress with a white collar. With square heeled shoes on her feet, it almost looked like she was wearing a costume.
"Wow," Kelsey said when she saw her. "Is that yours?"
"Is it horrible?" Charity said.
"Well...yeah, but...not for today."
Kelsey eyed Brian's nice, casual clothes, admiring the way they fit. The secret affair she'd had with him, and her unhappiness with the way it had ended, was far enough in the past that they didn't mind spending time with each other anymore. All that awkwardness was behind them.
They piled into Brian's car and he headed east of town, to a long, quiet road that meandered past hundreds of acres of cornfields. A metal mailbox on a post marked the end of the driveway they were looking for.
The house was nondescript, just a four-sided box with a hip roof, but it had a certain kind of rural charm. The setting was certainly beautiful, on a knoll amid rolling fields, some of them cultivated, others fallow with wildflowers.
The landlord was already there. He was a kindly looking gentleman in his mid sixties, with an easy smile and twinkling gray-blue eyes.
"Evenin' folks," he said. "I'm Bill Mitchell."
"Hi Mr. Mitchell. I'm Brie. We spoke on the phone," she said, extending her hand.
Introductions were made and the tour began, starting in the side yard by the door.
"This is the farm I grew up on," Bill said. "The barns were in bad shape, so we had them torn down. The house was always pretty rickety, and we found lots of insect damage, so we tore that down too and built this, with rental in mind. It's all in good shape. You have to like the county, though. There's not too much too close by. Whitaker's store down about a mile. You probably came by there."
He ushered everyone inside, into a mudroom with coat hooks and a big closet. The floor was nice new linoleum, with a sunflower rug. The girls were already in love with the place.
"So, it'd be you three ladies livin' here?" he asked as he guided them toward the kitchen. "Can you tell me a little about yourselves?"
"Charity and I are teachers, at Hillydale Elementary," Brie said.
"I'm an advertising artist," Kelsey said. "I work for Jonston Graphical."
"We all just graduated college," Brie added. "Kelsey and I grew up in town. Charity's from St. Louis."
"The screened porch is just off the kitchen here," Bill said. "It runs the whole length of the back of the house. There's a door into the living room down at that end."
"Oh my God, this is awesome!" Kelsey said as she stepped out into the airy space.
"Yup, plenty big for a couple couches or whatever. The last tenants had some nice furniture out here and they still had room for a ping-pong table."
The rest of the house was just as good. It was all freshly painted, with clean floors and efficient new windows. The bathrooms didn't look brand-new, but they were spotless. The girls were in love and Brian was impressed. They all huddled by his car while Bill locked the place up. The girls were over the moon and desperately wanted it.
"I know it's crazy to rent the first place you look at, but this one's going to get snapped up quick," Brian said. "You sure you don't mind being out here with nobody around?"
"It's perfect, Daddy," Brie said.
"I forgot to tell you folks," Bill yelled from the side door steps. "My daughter and her boyfriend have an organic farm just up the road, but they also cut lawns and do snowplowing. They take care of this place no charge."
"Sold," Brian yelled. "Who do I make the check out to?"
—
Bobby and Albert went to the gym after work on Monday. It was their usual routine — Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, a quick, half-hour workout before heading home for dinner.
Barbara had a pretty good idea of their gym schedule. In the past it had never crossed her mind to go for her own workouts when they would be there — she just happened to occasionally cross paths with them. But after they'd both fucked her to multiple wild orgasms at the party, she decided to try and bump into them a little more often.
"Thank God!" she said when she saw them. "I was beginning to think all the sexy men had quit this place!"
"If they knew you were here looking like
that
they'd be here," Bobby said, admiring Barbara's radiant smile, her capri length tights and her sexy sports bra.
"Too much?" she asked, looking down at the bra. It was one she hadn't worn before, definitely more daring than the average sports bra, and way more daring than the t-shirts she usually wore for her workouts.
