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After giving the pot of stew a few more stirs, Oliver decided it was as good as it was going to get. Trevor was right about the smell, though. It smelled quite delicious, which raised Ollie's hopes a little in that it would taste alright. He was no professional chef, but this meal was simple, so sure he wouldn't have messed it up, right? Ollie dug around in his belongings and produce a small wooden bowl from it. He had just bought it a few days before the gang fell apart, and he supposed he was lucky to have grabbed it when he did, else he wouldn't have anything to eat out of now.

As he listened to the other man speak, he spooned some steaming stew into Trevor's tin cup, then his own wooden bowl. "I don't think I ever got completely used to gang life, which is probably why I was still so good with saving money. If I was a little more comfortable with being in the gang, I may have spent more of it in other places but I guess I was still getting used to it." He had been in the gang for some time, but it was a big difference from the life he was used to, which meant it was hard to adjust. He was adjusting pretty well, he had thought until another new member came along after him and adjusted almost instantly to the gang's way of life. Everyone was different, he supposed.

"Working on a ranch in the warmer months isn't that bad of an idea," agreed Oliver to what Trevor was saying. "Would make us look like hard-working folk and not runaways from the law. Might be safer than camping all the time, too." The warm spring was still a ways away, which meant the pair still had time to plan for when it got warm. Oliver was more concerned with the present than the future, though. They had to get through these cold months without the law catching them. He blew on his stew a few times then took a spoonful to his mouth. Though still hot, it really wasn't that bad. A little bland, maybe, but certainly not a disgusting stew. "I guess I'm not that bad of a cook after all," said Ollie with a small smile.

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No one got used to gang life really, at least that's how Trevor figured it. Trevor wasn't that great with words though, so he probably said something wrong except maybe he should try and let Ollie know how he felt too, act like he did with the other fellas, just hint at his feelings some when there was a chance. "More like settling really. You settle into gang life but it's not something one wakes up and is comfortable with like you are with a warm bed. It's just you get used to not having a warm bed, and used to taking up camp in a forest or some abandoned place, using things others refused or what you stole." Trevor almost remembered leaving home thinking stealing was wrong, believing all those things they said in the Good Book and then having to defy most of them words to survive on some level. "I figure if you ever got used to stuff like that you'd find yourself in the ranks of the men that were the worst of us, the ones you and me don't, won't be missing so much." He lifted his eyes to meet Oliver's for a moment. He'd tussled with a few of those mean bastards in the past, usually wound up hurt pretty bad but not put out entirely which gave them an uneasy peace.

Oliver's reception to the idea of working a ranch for a season kind of surprised him though. The other members mostly looked down to those kinds of ideas as not something gangs should do, even when in need unless it was part of some plan, some con. He figured Oliver meant the real thing too, just to have a place to stay for a little while, something to eat. "Good, good cover." He agreed. Hard work too but it would take their minds off things for a little while, working that hard usually did. "It's good." Trevor agreed almost immediately when Oliver helped them lead to less troubling things to talk about. "The gang never used it much, but my friends used to call me Trev long, long time ago, makes it shorter."

Trevor sipped form his cup and helped himself to some more stew. "It'll be nice having someone around who can do okay with money and saving. I'm thinking if we can get a mule or an ass, it might make moving around easier, assuming we ever get enough to carry around." After he finished his second cup of stew he grabbed his water canteen but paused, remembering how hard it was to almost go without for a couple of days and felt reluctant to waste any now. Maybe, maybe he hadn't got past that experience just yet even though he tried hard not to show his hesitation now in front of Oliver.

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Hearing Trevor explain that no one really got used to gang life, Oliver would nod in agreement. There were some that seemed to adjust better and faster than others, though. A few of the men they had worked within the gang seemed to take joy in killing people or animals, stole more than they needed just for the hell of it, and were happy to move from spot to spot. He wondered what went on in their head sometimes, what made them so happy to take lives and goods from others, but he never questioned it. It was always better to just agree with some of the others than to question them, especially when he wasn't close with anyone. Ollie struggled at first to adjust, but he was starting to settle just when the gang was torn apart. He wasn't happy to kill others and he spared as many people as he could while others shot people down and he tried not to steal things they didn't need. He supposed part of that was because he hadn't encountered as many extremes as some of the other men either. He hadn't endured a winter where there was no food, or been in a life-or-death fight, like some of the others.

"I can call you Trev then," said Oliver with a friendly smile to the other man. He was happy to find that they were working so well together after being thrown into this situation. If he had run into some of the other men in the gang, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to tolerate them enough for a partnership. With a gang, he could avoid others or space out his time with them. In a partnership, that wasn't the case. He got along well with Trevor and they seemed to work well together, too.

Ollie sipped at the warm stew as they conversed, quite pleased with himself for how well it turned out, especially when it was good enough for Trevor to help himself to seconds. After finishing his first serving, Oliver also got seconds. "A mule or ass could definitely be handy," he would agree. "We might be moving around for a while. I don't know how long it's going to take the law to give up and move onto something else. And we can always sell the animal when or if we don't need it anymore." They wouldn't earn the same money back, but they could get something. The future was full of variables, however. They just needed to survive until the law stopped looking so much, then they could get a job at a ranch or somewhere for cover, then move on.

"How long do you think it's going to take the law to calm? It'd be great if another gang did something big to get the law's attention," commented Oliver to keep the conversation going. "Speaking of, I know some gangs set up territory. I hope we aren't walking right into one. I don't know much about what gangs are where."

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Trevor smiled. No one had really asked him about the nickname, and he hadn't thought much about it at the time. Not having someone say it for a while felt strange, like something was missing. Not one to participate in a lot of conversations, certainly not long ones when others were saying mostly what needed to be said, Trevor wasn't sure he picked up too quickly on other nicknames but he thought, maybe, he'd lucked out and found someone who didn't mind if he were a bit quiet or talkative.

The law question certainly drew his attention from mild musing to deep thought. "From what I gathered from the paper, the laws already declared victory of the gang. They've told everyone they've taken us down but they didn't list too many names. It could be they don't likely know who we all were or even how many. They just gathered up the ones who shot, took things and didn't flee fast enough. I figure that means they'll be looking right up until they find something else more interesting than us in the area. It won't take long for that to happen. With the train station there, a bank, and wagon routes, it's only a matter of time until a couple of fellows or a whole other gang decides try their luck too. Once that happens, we'll just fade into their memory again so... maybe less than a year, even less than a season. Winter is iffy because it makes men desperate if they don't have anything to survive on, but it's also real hard to do a job in that kind of weather and then go hold out with it. You can't readily spend it for the things you need, and you need a lot when it's cold." Trevor shrugged. "It's risky to be near towns for a bit but maybe after winter they'll have forgotten. If we keep moving away, we'll stay ahead of all but the most determine bounty hunters. Law probably gave up a day back or so."

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"If they knew who was in charge, maybe all they needed was him. I know some gangs fall apart and turn into chaos when they have no one to lead them. I bet the law just assumed taking him down was enough to destroy the gang." Of course, that didn't mean they weren't going to just stop looking all together for the rest of the gang. Ollie wasn't even sure what becomes of the man in charge and those closest to him. Once the law came crashing down and things spiraled out of control, Oliver lost all sense of what was going on. He saw gang members fleeing in every direction, saw some hit the pavement with bullet holes in their torsos, and he decided then that he was going to risk it and flee for his life.

Trevor explaining that there were a lot of options for gangs to get a good hit on made total sense and he nodded. "You're right. I'm sure something is going to catch their attention soon. A good train with rich folk and their money is hard for a gang to pass up." Oliver hadn't been on any train robberies with the gang, but he had heard talk among the members of passing trains that they thought they should hit, or talk of other gangs already planning on taking one down.

When he brought up winter again, it made Oliver think about the future and what they were going to do when the cold hit. It was dangerous to be near towns with the law on their backs, but they needed somewhere to grab supplies or make a quick buck on any game if they found any. But then again, who knew where they would be when the first snow fell? They were on the move. "The law doesn't move as much during winter, I don't think. Maybe by the time it gets cold, we'll be completely out of their minds."

Finished with his stew, he set his bowl on the ground beside him and glanced up at the star-dotted sky. Time had passed easily while they spoke and he hadn't noticed that the sun had already began its decent. "Tomorrow, we focusing on getting those wolves?" he asked as he turned his attention back fully to the man across the fire.

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Trevor figured he'd take the guilt of not trying to break out anyone that was taken to the grave with him. With that much law, with that much anger, he didn't see a way to do it. He didn't blame Oliver for hoping it all ended with the boss though. The man always said that was the way it ought to be, that it ought to end with him if things went South. "Oh they knew who was in charge." It wasn't that he thought they had a traitor in the group, more likely a few got careless, a few just thought they were invincible after pulling off some good ones right before.

When Oliver agreed with him, well it made Trevor feel kind of good because, well... that meant the other man thought maybe he knew a thing or two. Not a lot, Trevor didn't know a whole lot about much, but a chance for the gang to get some heat off of them would be a real boon and very likely too. "Right, even a man with badge gotta go through snow same as you and me." He smiled briefly though, remembering how mad some lawmen would get right before they had to backoff because of some river, or some broken bridge or just a fallen wage they put in their way. At times, it all been exciting, even fun.

Seeing that Oliver decided to go to sleep for the night, Trevor nodded in agreement. "We find the wolves, get our pelts and move on. Maybe in the next town or the one after that, we can look for any ranches looking to have a few extra hands. Farms aren't going to be too busy for cold months, but some ranches, maybe." He put his rinsed out his cup, double checked on his horses and then laid out a bedroll near the fire to look up the stars. If he was going to be lucky tonight, his mind might settle some. "When we get close," he said suddenly. "We might need to leave the horses. Mines been good with guns, hell not to bad near dynamite but not ever a fan of no wild animals that seem like a threat. Not just wolves either. Laid me flat when we came across a badger too." He smiled briefly. It shocked them both really. "Good horse worth their weight in gold though. Mines mostly good."

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After they had spoken and were beginning to swap their dinner belongings for their bedrolls and blankets, Oliver was listening to Trevor speak of ranches and farms. "Animals still need to be taken care of, even in the cold months, so I'm sure a ranch would be willing to take us on if they have the money to hire us," commented the man as he packed his unneeded items into his bag. Then, his bedroll was laid out on a spot of land that seemed flat enough and the fire was doused to keep any embers from scattering.

Oliver was just about to crawl into his bed when Trevor spoke up again. Though he knew the man was right, he was reluctant to agree so. His horse had been an excellent companion for so long that he was rather attached. But he would rather save his life than pull his steed through more dangers. He got into his bag and laid down while they talked, staring up between the overhanging tree branches and into the night sky. His mother used to talk about constellations, was even able to point out one or two when the sky was particularly clear. He had wished he paid more attention so he could have done the same now.

"Yeah, you're right. Mine's pretty damn good with about anything. He doesn't have a care in the world. Guns, animals, none of it spooks him. But he's stubborn as hell. If he doesn't want to walk, then we're not going anywhere. If he wants to walk one way, we're walking that way," said Oliver with amusement in his voice. "He ought to sell for a decent price if we have to go that way. I'd be sad to see him go, but he'd probably worth a good bit."

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Trevor already liked a man who care about a horse. He knew too many men who didn't care much at all, and having Oliver here admit he'd be sad to get rid of theirs even if they could replace them later gave him hope they'd both do all they could to make sure that didn't happen. "Well there is no reason to think that's going to happen to us, just, just like preparing in case." He closed his eyes, feeling pretty confident the horses would let them know if anything too bothersome came sniffing around. "Oliver, I'm real glad you caught up with me. I wasn't so sure at first, thought it might be a real foolish thing to be seen riding along with you but now... now it seemed like it weren't bad at all."

It'd take a little bit for Trevor to fall asleep because of all the thoughts rattling in his head, but he did soon enough. He rose with the sun too, not because he liked getting up early but because habit told him not to be lazy when each hour of sun could be a chance to track and earn. After relieving himself he got the fire going again for coffee and stew and then check on the horses, moving them so they might seek out more nourishing vegetation. As the stew started heating again, he inspected the area looking for tracks or any signs of predators that might've come close but not too close and felt some relief there wasn't any. He wondered if the towns folks exaggerated some, thought they had aggressive wolves when all they had really done is seen them doing nothing strange at all. It didn't matter none though. Wolves were wolves, and they'd get a reward and sell the pelts which made it all a done deal. A hungry man didn't have much choice when it came doing what he could to survive... And it was better than robbing and killing with the law so stirred up behind them.

Once satisfied that the area had no threat, he set to work brushing both horses, even the Oliver's stubborn one whom he said might not walk if he didn't want to walk. "A horse not willing to walk don't do himself much good, or his owner." He murmured quietly, checking them for burrs, ticks and anything else before getting the addles ready. He still chuckled though just picture Oliver in some town somewhere trying to get his horse to go forward with a number of others gawking at him. That would've been a fine story to tell at the gang's campsite.

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Hearing his name come out of Trevor's mouth made the man turn his head to look at him and a smile branched across his face. "I'm real glad that you agreed to go around with me. I'm not so sure what's a good idea and what isn't anymore, but I don't think us going teaming up is going to be a bad thing." They already seemed to work well together and had the same idea on several things, so Oliver was sure riding together was going to be a breeze and they could make some good ground.

After the two fell silent for the night, Oliver closed his eyes. He was so exhausted that sleep came without a problem. Though dreamless, he slept like a rock. The comfort of having a partner to camp with as well as the comfort that came with a plan was enough to send him into a much-needed rest. Normally, he wouldn't sleep as late as he did, but when Oliver woke up, he would find the fire already lit with breakfast heating and Trevor tending to both horses.

With some sleep still written across his face and his brown hair a bit of a mess, Ollie got himself out of his bedroll so he could get himself ready for the day. It seemed like Trevor was already prepared for the day and pretty much ready to go so he was quick as to not keep his new companion waiting.

"Good morning, Trevor. Sorry for sleeping so long. You coulda woke me up if you wanted," said the man as he packed up his sleeping arrangements onto his horse. After, he dug around his supplies for a moment until he produced a small tin cup that he could put coffee into. Sipping it, he ran over their plan for the day in his head. Find the wolves, hunt the wolves, sell the wolves. Simple, right?

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"Yep. I coulda." Trevor glanced at Oliver over his shoulder with a brief grin. He liked taking care of the horses. Brushing could be as soothing for a man as it was for the animal, and he wanted to get to know the other horse a bit, get to like him even so if he ran into any stubbornness Trevor might have a chance to get him going again, or at the very least, not get too harsh. He knew his mount would walk into the ground if Trevor needed her to, almost did to though he'd be sorry for it.

Lots of people create bonds with their animals, their horses, their hounds, hell even cats he'd seen hard hearts go soft for. He figured his bonding wasn't as strong as Ollie's was for his, but since they both cared, said as much, it was worth getting them all pampered up. No horses really wanted to encounter wolves in the wild or anywhere else. It would stress them out to be around them, to even smell them, but if they were all lucky, they wouldn't be encountering them for too long. He had no desire to make the wolves suffer either, so a clean shot would be best.

"They've had some hard days. I figured I'd let them know we know that. Hopefully we won't be out too long for these wolves. If they're as aggressive as the townsfolk say they are, then they might not run from us, could even come after us. If they're not..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Well it might be a real waste to take them out, but we gotta get by. I've seen it happen once or twice before, when a wolf pack starts going after large livestock. Once that happens, there isn't a whole lot any of us can do deter them but kill them. They don't learn like that... is what I was told." He wasn't an expert hunter and didn't understand wolves, but he'd been around men who said they did. Hell he'd seen a hunter with a big mound of pelts in the woods once which seemed a little strange and disconcerting really. Why would one man need all those pelts, and did he just pile them up so he could take them to town once the snow let up. Maybe. Some men were just not right in the head.

"I'm not as good with their pelts as I am with some others, less fat and an easier chance to ruin it. I figure if they're taking wolf pelts, any pelt would do, but a good one might do us better." Once they got the funds for those pelts, they could leave the area at least, let the whole mess be behind them and go on to the next thing... whatever that could be. Damn. How many times did he have to start over? Was there an age when you just couldn't anymore?

Trevor glared at an invisible spot-on Oliver's horse before he went back to brushing and then focused on both their saddlebags, giving them a last once over before getting them settled on their mounts' backs.


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"Oh my god this bag weighs a ton!" Abbey complained as she pulled along the heavy laundry container. Two actually as she had tied the other to the back and it sucked. Why did she need to leave everything to the last minute and now she was stuck having to spend all evening at the laundromat doing her laundry. The blonde girl finally dragged the laundry baskets up to the front door of the laundromat and used the one to prop open the door. Dragging the other inside it was almost like she presented her big ass to the laundromat first as her skin tight booty shorts did little to contain her enormous behind that bulged out underneath the tight hems of her shorts.

A camisole top did all it could to try and contain her even more impressive bust that wobbled and shook inside her top as she used all of her strength to drag the first basket over to a machine. Her shorts had wedged firmly up her backside and showed off just how large each of her ass cheeks were. Clearly her clothes were the last in her drawers and much too small for the body size she had now. Going back to her other basket she pulled it in and over to where she had put the first one. Opening up a washing machine she began to toss clothes in. Her white camisole moved higher up her round stomach and showed off the belly button jewel that was shining from the lights in the laundromat.

Big gold hoop earrings shined as well as she emptied one basket into the washing machine and then dug into her coin purse and pulled out a few quarters. Pushing them into the machine it soon came to life and she then moved onto the next basket and machine. When she had finished emptying the second basket she then looked around noticing there was just one guy in the whole laundromat. Abbey then pushed her shorts down and stepped out. Standing in just her thong she tossed the tiny shorts into the machine and repeated the process as she watched the second machine come to life.

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_Just my Goddamn luck,_ Jesse seethed for the hundredth time that evening as his phone abruptly died on what it promised was still an eight percent charge. Grimacing as he slid it back into his jeans pocket, he steeled himself before glancing at the time left on his dry cycle, hoping the minutes might have passed by faster than it seemed. Nope, 46 minutes left. Great. Well, this was what he got for not doing it earlier, stuck here after dark with not even the foresight to have brought a book to keep himself occupied now that his electronic companion had deserted him. It was the cherry on top of two weeks that had been trying his patience to the limit. Winters were usually slow, not as many events going on that needed a photographer, but this dry spell was one of the worst he could remember, and his landlord had been up his ass about the rent like he hadn't paid every penny on time every month up until now. Nor had distractions been easy to come by, his friends all flaking on him and nary a bite on any of the dating apps. Honestly, if something didn't change soon, he'd... no clever threat came to him, but something bad for someone, to be sure.

The sound of the laundromat door swinging open drew his eye for a moment; his idle curiosity instantly became focused interest as he took in the sight of her. Damn, she was something else! And clearly knew it, too, with those shorts that he was amazed were even holding together around hips like that. As she wrestled with her laundry bins, he was amazed to see the shorts ride even farther up her ass until she could've been wearing a bikini for all they were worth. Jesse was almost tempted to offer her some help---she clearly could've used it---but he was enjoying the show too much. As she got the bins into position and started tossing clothes into one of the empty machines, he reluctantly pulled his gaze away, wary of her catching him checking her out. Thinking quickly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket again and pretended to scroll, though the screen remained dead. However, he couldn't help but see the girl still, out of the corner of his eye... and when he saw what at first he was sure he'd imagined, his head snapped up again.

_Holy shit..._ There was no mistake: she was stripping off her shorts! Jesse watched with amazement as she worked them down her hips, leaving herself in nothing but that tiny little thong below the waist. She then tossed the shorts into the machine after her other clothes, depriving herself of them completely as the washer spun into activity and began to fill. This was unreal... was she some kind of exhibitionist? Or did she just not notice he was there? That was probably more likely---she hadn't given him a second look yet...

Well, one thing was for sure: someone upstairs had been listening to him complaining about his luck. And Jesse wasn't about to waste their gift. Sending up a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was there, he stowed his phone again and approached the girl where she stood. "Hey." Leaning sideways against the machines next to her, he flashed her his smoothest grin. "Guess I'm not the only one who put off laundry. Nice to have some company." He extended a hand, taking the opportunity for a quick once-over of how she looked from the front in that thong. "I'm Jesse," he offered as his eyes met hers again.

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There certainly was little left to Abbey's outfit as her thong strap disappeared deep in between her thick round ass cheeks. The front patch struggled to contain the big hairy blonde tufts of hair peeking out the sides of her thong. With each subtle move she made her thick ass cheeks wobbled and shook hinting at just how hot it would look getting fucked hard from behind making her whole body shake and jiggle. Even her camisole top was now struggling to contain all of her big areolas that were now obviously peeking over top of her shirt.

Abbey looked up when she heard the man in the laundromat speak up. "Yeah... I'm like really bad at this!" she admitted to him. Abbey hated doing laundry and put it off so often, but it always piled up and here she was almost completely nude in the public laundromat. "I'm Abbey..." she said with a smile to him. The blonde girl tugged at the strap of her camisole. It looked like both straps were on the verge of snapping due to just how enormous her massive bust was. A deep valley of cleavage screamed to him to bury his face, cock or anything else in between her massive tits. Brushing back a bit of her blonde hair Abbey definitely thought Jesse was cute.

"Well at least there are plenty of machines available... I hate coming here when its super busy and you have to wait on someone else to finish with a machine before you can use it... I mean come on does everyone have to do laundry all at the same time!? Its also so damn expensive it takes so many quarters these days!" Abbey said as she began to become chatty with Jesse. Suddenly she realized she was rambling on too much. "Oh my god sorry I'm rambling on too much... I have a habit of doing that..." she flashed him a smile as she leaned against the other machine. Abbey's tits were so big they rested on the top of the vibrating machine. It instantly turned her on and her nipples grew hard becoming painfully obvious in her tight top, but also more was her nipple piercings soon showing. Big thick bars pushed through her thick nipples begging for attention.

Abbey then pulled her phone out from her basket and began to scroll through it a little. The vibrations of the machine below her was making her whole body shake and vibrate. It felt good and Abbey was actually basking in the feeling as it pulsated throughout her whole body. Was it sad that she was finding a bit of pleasure from a running washing machine? Abbey closed her eyes for a few moments enjoying the feeling. When she opened them she could see Jesse had been enjoying the sight of her eyes closed and body shaking softly. Her tits were just jiggling and wobbling begging for something to be wedged between them.

"So are you stuck here all night like I am or are you almost finished?" she asked him. Abbey cursed herself for not coming earlier. Now she was looking at spending the rest of the evening here waiting on her clothes. Fun times... she thought to herself as she wished she had brought other things to keep herself busy. Her phone as well was beeping stating it was moving lower than 10%. She wouldn't have much time if any to scroll through her social media accounts or anything else. "So do you live close?" she asked him curious as she felt she had seen him before, but couldn't quite place him. It was surprising as Abbey usually was good at remembering cute guys and where they were from.

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Jesse expected the girl to be just as hot from the front as she was from the back, and he certainly wasn't disappointed. That top struggled to contain her incredible tits as much as her shorts had her bountiful ass, and the obvious tents of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric---complete with barbell piercings, one of Jesse's all-time favorites---made it clear she wasn't wearing anything under it. Further down, the sight of the thick pubes that her tiny thong utterly failed to conceal instantly had Jesse's dick surging the rest of the way to full hardness in his jeans. Although he enjoyed the smooth look, he'd never been put off by natural pussy, and the careless way this woman displayed hers was so hot he would've loved it regardless.

He narrowly managed to avoid staring, wrenching his gaze back up to her face. God, this girl was like something out of a dream. The way she turned to greet him without so much as a hint of embarrassment, even half naked with her tits nearly hanging out of her top and that bush on full display, was turning him on like nothing he could remember. He listened, limiting himself to brief glances down at her body, as she cheerfully griped about the crowds and the expense before clamming up, amazingly seeming more embarrassed about how much she was talking than how much skin she was showing. However, when she went and bent over the machine, her spectacular tits coming to rest on it and carrying its vibrations through her whole body to make her glorious curves jiggle like Jell-O, Jesse could no longer maintain his resolve, his gaze pulled irresistibly down to that delicious cake that completely swallowed the strap of that thong.

Her questions caught him before he could recover. Inwardly, he heaved a sigh, almost relieved---if she somehow hadn't caught him checking her out before, she definitely had now. Well, he might as well own it. "Yeah, I live right around the corner," he said, his pattern now reversed as he glanced briefly up to meet her eyes before returning his gaze to her ass. "Just started the dryer, though, so I'm still stuck for a bit. And my phone's already dead, so ramble away."

Catching her eye again, he flashed her a smirk and raised an eyebrow meaningfully at her nearly bare ass. "Never seen someone being quite this thorough about washing everything."

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Abbey hadn't noticed him staring as much until a bit later on. It was hard not to when there was so much wobbling cleavage begging to be touched and her ass was almost twerking and shaking itself on its own from the machines vibrations. She noticed him checking out her ass quite a bit and she smiled having found the guys she had dated before didn't like her curvy full figured body especially how big her behind was. Abbey grinned at him when he mentioned that his phone was dead "Oh here I have a charger if it works for your phone?!" She bent back over looking in one of the baskets that had her purse inside. Bent over her huge ass pushed back out towards him and for a few glimmering moments her hairy slit could be seen bulging out against the thin strap of her underwear.

"Well it seems a waste not to try and get it all done at once, right?" Abbey said as she put one hand on her hip. Looking him up at down she soon noticed the bulge in his pants. Looking down all she could see mostly was her enormous bust pushing her shirt to its max. It didn't help that her underwear looked painted on to her skin and really didn't hide anything at all.

"You live around the corner? Me too! I live at 44 Rose Dr in the green building. I just moved here a few months ago." Abbey admitted to him. She was still finding it hard adapting to the city and so far she had little luck finding any potential work. It didn't help that she had little experience either and so far everyone wanted someone that had experience or high education. The little savings she had was drying up and she was starting to get worried about where she could find solid good paying work.

Abbey straightened up and her ass continued to show off for him shifting and bouncing as she held out the charger cord. "Does this one work for your phone?" she said to him as she walked with him over to where his things were. Everything about her body bounced, shook and continued to flaunt sexuality even if she wasn't consciously doing it. By the time she was standing next to him so he could try out her charger Abbey's nipples had created huge tents in the front of her shirt just like in the front of his pants. Abbey thought it was cute how big he had gotten just by checking her out.

"How long have you lived around here?" She asked him as she stood close. The strong aroma of her perfume filled the air as she grinned at him. By now she found his openly staring not so awkward and she didn't mind it given she thought he was quite cute.

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"Oh, that would actually be awesome, thanks" Jesse said at Abbey's offer of a charger, not missing the chance to admire her ass in that thong as she bent over. Jesus, that thing barely even qualified as underwear---the strap was practically swallowed by her thick, plush pussy lips, clearly visible as she presented for him. What he wouldn't give to pull it aside and plow her right there... as she straightened up and turned to face him, she'd find him looking her in the eye again, but still grinning.

He didn't miss her giving him a once-over of her own, a sight that set his heart racing---was she interested? Did he actually have a shot? She was certainly easy to talk to, chatting with him happily and showing no sign of discomfort at being so undressed in front of him, or at his rather blatant ogling. He wondered if she could tell how hard he was through his jeans---he was pretty sure he had everything positioned so it would be subtle, but then, he wasn't sure he'd ever been this hard. Oh well---it wasn't like she was showing him any less. Hell, he was amazed her nipples weren't tearing through that top.

When she rattled off her address, it took him a second to process its significance; his grin gave way to a look of surprise. "Wait, really? That's my building too!" Damn, could this get any better? How the hell had he never seen this girl before? Well, if she was new in town, that would explain it. "Jeez, I didn't know I had such a cutie for a neighbor," he ventured, getting a little more bold. With the signals she was sending, he figured it wouldn't go amiss, though he tried not to get his hopes up too far...

Watching her ass as she walked over to where he'd been sitting with his empty hamper made him all the more certain that some god was looking out for him---and one with a dirty mind, not that he was complaining. Fuck, what it must've been like to see her shake it on purpose... did she ever? She hardly even seemed to know how she looked right then. Jesse wasn't sure if that made it worse or even better.

As Abbey passed him the end of the charger and plugged it into the wall, he was pleasantly surprised to see it was indeed the correct model. "Yeah, this'll work, thanks," he agreed, plugging in his phone and setting it down on the seat to wait for it to wake back up. "Oh, I moved here for college," he explained, figuring he should cool it on the flirting for a while if she wanted to actually talk. "But I've been in this neighborhood about a year now. How 'bout you, what did you come for?" He could hardly imagine what a girl like Abbey would do for a living---she seemed like the kind of woman who never had to pay for anything she wanted.

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The curvy blonde's face lit up when he mentioned he was going to the local college. "Oh wow that must be so exciting!" Abbey flashed him a big smile "What are you studying there?" she asked. Abbey was pleased her charger had worked for his phone. "How do you like it here? I moved from across the country... I guess I just wanted to start fresh somewhere else..." Abbey said with a smile. "I came here to hopefully find some work..." she finally admitted to him. "I tried applying to the college, but I didn't get in so I'm kind of trying to find something stable to bring in some money... My savings can't last forever right..." she let out a bit of a nervous chuckle.

Abbey didn't like having to look at her reality again and just how dire things were getting. With only a high school education there were few jobs available and most after looking at her turned her down. She was starting to get desperate enough about approaching the local strip club to see if they would take her. "I guess I just haven't exactly figured out what I want to do... what about you? What do you want to do once you've graduated?" she asked him as she leaned against one of the empty machines.

Her eyes roamed over him as she could see him taking in all of her curves, but also trying to maintain eye contact with her. Abbey wasn't about to get on his case for checking her out since she really was wearing next to nothing. If only she knew what he was thinking about doing with her body. Abbey shifted leaning with one arm on the machine while the other rested on her wide hip. "So what floor do you live on? I'm on the 6th floor." she said pleased she had finally met someone that lived in her building. _He sure was cute though..._ she thought to herself as she admired his red hair and toned body. "So like what is there to do around here anyways? I haven't exactly figured out where everybody likes to hang out? I heard there was a bar on campus is it any good?" Abbey asked him as they waited for their machines to finish.

Abbey's washing machine soon beeped and she walked over to it. Her heavy ass jiggled and clapped softly as she walked up to the machine and opened it. Taking out the damp clothes she began to put them into the dryer. Abbey's thick bush continued to push out along with her plump camel toe begging to be rubbed. It was almost like her body was slowly eating the thong as it grew tighter and smaller against her thick frame. Abbey's heavy bust really pushed the straps to her shirt and it looked at times like it would snap. She put the machine on and walked back over to Jesse.

They talked even after his machine buzzed. "Oh my god don't let me keep you! Do you need help with your stuff?" she asked him. Abbey's machine was still going to take some time. "What time is it anyways? You don't have an early class or anything tomorrow do you? I don't exactly want to stop you..." she flashed him a warm smile. There was something about him that made her want to spend more time around him getting to know him better.


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It was odd that Jenny hadn't put in an appearance. Normally she was very attentive, coming to meet Mark when he got home and he knew that the divorce hadn't been easy for her either. Monica had thrown her accusations and bad temper around quite liberally at the end and the poor girl had caught it in the neck a few times. He would have thought she'd have wanted to acknowledge the change with him, particularly given she'd set of the glass of whiskey for him in the kitchen, but now she was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she was busy doing whatever it was eighteen years olds did on social media or talking to her friends in her room or something. He shrugged to himself and went back downstairs, the stair creaking gently under his feet as he went back into the kitchen to finish his drink.

It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes later that Mark noticed his phone was almost flat and jogged back up the stairs to get his phone charger from the bedroom. Jenny had remained conspicuous in her absence, but Suzie was asleep, so her time was her own and he wasn't about to intrude on that. The last thing Mark was expecting when he pushed open the master bedroom door was the see his nanny stretched out sinuously across the bed in more black silk and lace than he had seen in a long time. His mouth hung open, the tumbler slipped from between his fingers and dropped to the floor, thumping off the deep pile carpet, the bourbon spilling out and soaking in. "What the..." He mumbled in confusion.

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Waiting was literally torture for Jenny. She really thought tonight was the night she'd finally get what she wanted. Hell, she'd essentially been functioning as a housewife without the perks of sleeping with Mark. The last thing she expected was for Mark to come into his bedroom and immediately drop his drink and asking what she was doing. Had she read things wrong this whole time? Jenny sat up to stare at him as he stared completely shocked. Her face flushed. Jenny was arguably covered up enough that she didn't feel the need to pull the blankets on top of her, but she did feel awkward as hell.

"Uh..." Jenny stuttered, trying to come up with a valid explanation. There really wasn't one. "I guess I might have been misreading some things..." Jenny admitted awkwardly. "I thought you wanted me... just that you were waiting to be divorced before you did..." Jenny explained awkwardly. "I haven't exactly hidden the fact that I wanted you... and I guess I thought you felt the same way. You're the one who let me take over basically everything. I've basically been a housewife without the benefit of having sex with you..." She continued.

"I don't know, I really thought that once you were divorced we'd just be together. I guess I believed your wife was right that you wanted me. I've been everything you deserved in her... I just wanted to please you, be yours. I love the life I have with you, Suzie already thinks I'm her mother, which I did not encourage but you can see why she'd think that. I know you better than Monica ever did because I'm the one who's been here with you... I just thought that you were being noble, waiting for your divorce before you made me yours." Jenny admitted awkwardly. She finally got out of the bed and sighed heavily.

"I'll just... go. If it makes you more comfortable, I'll give you some time to replace me before I leave. There's really no coming back from this..." Jenny said sadly, realizing she had screwed everything up between them. She must look crazy to him, thinking she would become his. It had all been so natural between them, and Jenny had really thought he had wanted her as much as she wanted him. Hell, most of what she did wasn't her job, but she did it for Mark. To help him in the way Monica should have. Jenny guessed it was just crazy to think she actually stood a chance of actually replacing his wife. She wasn't special at all. Still, she stood there, wondering if he would say anything to her in response.

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Mark's words had been and expression of surprise and shock, not a demand for explanation. Of course he had noticed that Jenny was very pretty and with body that had all the firmness of youth. Of course he was aware that she wore more close fitting and revealing clothing, but he'd always assumed that was just her age and personal taste showing. As for flirting, he just wasn't on the look out for that sort of thing, not with a crazy woman screaming and storming round the house, not that he'd been good at telling when anyone was flirting with him in the first place. He'd just tried to be friendly and welcoming to reassure her that it wasn't a mad house, that she was doing a good job and all her hard work was appreciated and would be rewarded. Could that have been interpreted as flirting? He didn't know the answer to that, or to any of the other questions that were flitting through his mind, but he could tell that she was clearly upset and embarrassed and he just felt awful.

"Wait..." He raised a hand and smiled at her. "Stay there." He crossed the room, opened the closet and pulled out his white fluffy bath robe. It was stolen from some posh hotel that had overcharged him. There had been two in the room instead of one, so he'd liberated it and taken it home. He opened it and slipped it gently around her shoulders to cover her up. Perching on the corner of the bed he patted the spot beside him and smiled at her reassuringly. Even as he did it he was trying to work out what he was actually going to say to her though.

"Look, Jenny, it's not that you're not very pretty and very sweet because you are both of those things. And it's not because that outfit you're wearing isn't very... alluring, because it is. I have been... let's just say that my mind has been elsewhere and I wasn't expecting to, um, to find you here dressed like this. It was a surprise, a very nice surprise, but a surprise. Do you understand?" He paused awkwardly for a moment and smiled at her.

"You're such a sweet girl and you could have any guy that you want. You don't want me. I'm old and I clearly don't notice what is right under my nose. I don't want you to leave though. I need you, Suzie definitely needs you and we would both be lost without you. Neither of us would be as happy and healthy and well fed as we are if you hadn't been here through everything that has happened." He paused, he was just thinking through the words, about how to find a way to let her withdraw with her dignity intact.

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Jenny raised an eyebrow as Mark told her to wait. He returned quickly and had her slip into a fluffy bathrobe. Could this possibly get any worse? Jenny didn't really see how it could. She sat beside him on the bed, now covered up as he spoke. This was awkward. Her nightmare, really. It wasn't often she was rejected, but this one stung. She'd gotten close to Mark over the year, and she felt intensely connected to him. She was clearly so wrong, but moving on wasn't going to be that easy. She'd grown to care for Mark a lot, and she loved little Suzie as if she were truly her daughter. Leaving was going to kill her, but Jenny couldn't stay, not after making such an advance and getting embarrassed. She felt so stupid.

"Then... why?" Jenny asked curiously. "You have needs too, needs you haven't had fulfilled in at least a year." Jenny insisted. As Mark continued, mentioning that she could have any guy she wanted, Jenny let out an annoyed scoff. "Apparently not." She mentioned. "Mark... I do want you. I don't care that you're older than me. I... I really like you. We've gotten close in the time I've been here, and everything I know about you just makes me want you more. You're an amazing, tender man." Jenny admitted softly.

As Mark continued speaking, Jenny let out a sigh. She knew it was going to be hard for all three of them if she left, but she couldn't imagine a way she could stay. It was horrifically embarrassing for her, and eventually, Mark would move on, and it would hurt her immensely. This was so screwed up, and Jenny felt hopeless and hurt. She'd taken a chance, thinking he wanted her too. Hell, this was the first rejection she had ever experienced. "Mark... I can't stay. Not now." Jenny insisted. "I never should have gotten so attached. You don't want me, and Suzie isn't my child. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted me. I fell in love with this life. The way we got close and spent hours talking endlessly, the way you make me feel. The way I wanted to give you everything you deserved from Monica. I have feelings for you." Jenny finally said softly.

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It was such a weird awful and wonderful situation. On the one hand there was this beautiful, sweet, sexy girl in his room, on his bed in the kind of outfit that would make any red blooded take note and she was into him, which was wonderful. On the other hand there was the whole awkward situation that he had for so many reasons not seen things the way she had and that was awful.

"I am... I'm so sorry. You know what I've been dealing with. Sex and romance haven't exactly been at the top of my list of priorities and I am just awful at flirting and being flirted with. I am clueless." He said with a rueful chuckle, shaking his head and trying to make light of the situation.

"I mean, you came here, dressed like that and I had no clue, no clue before I opened that door that you felt that way. I just... I like you a lot. I feel close to you too. What I'm saying is that it would never, did never occur to me that you might feel the way you do and honestly even if I had, I wouldn't have done anything about it yet. You know what Monica accused me of with you so many times. How could I have actually done that and looked you or her or Suzie in the face ever again." He trailed off, looking down at his knees.

"Could we... would you stay with me? I'm not sure I want to, you know... but we could just get into bed, lie together, see how that feels. Give ourselves a little time and space to get over this muddle and see how we feel at the end?" He suggested quietly.

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Jenny leaned in closer to Mark and sighed as he explained he didn't notice and that it wasn't like he'd been prioritizing it with everything else that had gone on in his life lately. "I know you wouldn't have. But it's finally over, and you're single again." Jenny pointed out softly. "You're such a good man, I knew you'd never actually cheat on Monica." Jenny admitted softly. Admittedly, Jenny wasn't upset that Monica was gone. Hell, Monica had basically ensured that she and Mark become as close as they were. It still bothered her though that he didn't want her the way she wanted him. And yet, here she was, giving into what he wanted because well, she wanted to make him happy still.

"I'll stay." Jenny finally agreed with a smile. "Do you just want to cuddle and watch something on TV?" Jenny asked curiously. "Are you sure you're okay with having me in your bed in your arms?" Jenny asked with a smile. At the very least, it was something, and Jenny had to accept what she could get with Mark. For now anyway. If he never felt the same way about her that she felt about him, there was going to come a day where she had to leave and stop letting herself live in a fantasy where he might want her back, or even love her, ever.

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It wasn't what she'd gone to his room expecting and at all, he knew that and asking her to stay wasn't fair at all, he knew that, but at the same time he didn't want to just send her away. It wasn't like he didn't have any feelings for her, or was completely indifferent to her female charms, he just wasn't where she was. It was way less than she wanted or deserved, but it was something, right?

"Yes, I want you to stay and it would be nice to be held actually. It's been a while since I've even had a cuddle to be honest. I could do with it and there's no one else I'd rather do that with." He smiled, trying to make her feel a bit better about the whole situation and to talk up what he'd proposed a little.

"TV is fine." He got up, reaching for the remote and turned to switch the TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed on. It flickered and sprang to life the volume already turned way down, but he wasn't really paying it any attention. Turning back to the bed he put the remote down and then sat down and swung his feet up on top of the duvet. He lead his head rest back on the pillows and then taking a breath he patted the spot beside him. She came to join him, curling into him and to his surprise it didn't feel strange or strained it just felt... it was just easy. She tucked in like she belonged there, her hand on his chest, her knee on his hip, her head in crook of his neck, his arm around her shoulder. He glanced down and was caught looking at her.

"Hey..." He said quietly, smiling at her. Something had shifted, changed, he could feel it, but he wouldn't for the life of him been able to explain it in words. He nipped at his bottom lip, the TV murmuring unnoticed to itself in the background. He had caught his gaze and he couldn't look away from her. He swallowed aware that his robe was hanging open showing a lot of bust and bare skin garnished with silk and lace. "Hey..." He repeated stupidly, his hand stroking slowly across her shoulder, his fingers pushing under the collar of her robe to touch her skin.

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It was honestly a little strange how Mark had managed to convince her to stick around. It wasn't what she'd wanted, but in truth, Jenny would accept that she had to take whatever she could get from Mark. He mentioned he actually wanted to cuddle with her, which was surprising. After all, they'd been close together before, but this was different. Although she certainly could understand needing the most basic of human interactions. Just cuddling wouldn't be so bad, Jenny realized, because at least she got to be in his arms.

He turned on the television and then relaxed on his bed before patting the spot beside him. While a little awkward, Jenny soon found herself curled in close to Mark. It wasn't awkward or complicated between them in the slightest. Honestly, Jenny felt more at peace than ever before just being in Mark's arms. But then again, Jenny had wanted anything she could get from him for a while. Before long, Jenny noticed that Mark was staring at her, not the TV. He drew her attention with a simple hey, and Jenny couldn't help but smile back at him. He bit his bottom lip in that sexy way she often saw when he was lost in thought. Jenny giggled when he said hey again, as if stumbling for words while staring. What she didn't expect was for him to start getting just a bit more handsy. Jenny could sense that something had changed between them in this short time. Mark was suddenly staring at her like he could finally see her, but for now, Jenny didn't want to rush him. Her hand stroked his chest softly, almost absentmindedly as he stared and slowly began to touch her too. Mark was everything she wanted, but she also knew that doing too much would be disastrous, so instead, he would have to initiate things, if that was his intent.

[User] It was all so confusing. Was it because he'd always been attracted to her, or was it just because she'd all but thrown herself at him that he was finding himself drawn to her? He struggled with that thought as he looked deep into her dark eyes. Her hand moved slowly on his chest as she looked back at him. He swallowed hard and smiled. He couldn't just kiss her. He couldn't just make a move having not fifteen minutes before knocked her back, could he? That wouldn't be right at all, would it? The robe pushed back showing the bare curve of her shoulder and she was so warm and reassuringly heavy pressed into his side. He couldn't just kiss her, even if he wanted to, but equally he couldn't get the thought out of his head, not when she was laid half naked against his side like she was. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead and smiled at her. Then he dipped forward, deliberately going slow, telegraphing his move so she would have time to avoid it or stop it if it was not what she wanted.

[Assistant] Jenny couldn't help but smile up at Mark. She felt so at ease with him, and she had to admit that the way he was staring at her was the way she'd always wished he'd look at her. He kept pushing at her robe until one shoulder was now exposed, and Jenny couldn't help but feel excited. The way he was looking at her combined with how he was slowly exposing more of her body to him had her convinced she would get what she'd wanted, if she could be patient. It had been a while for Mark and she couldn't push him to go too fast. She'd learned that already. She let him kiss her on the forehead tenderly before he suddenly changed course. Jenny grinned as he slowly moved in, before happily kissing him back once their lips had met. It was amazing. Jenny's heart raced in her chest. She seriously hoped that this wasn't the only thing Mark wanted to do with her tonight, because honestly, it wasn't enough. She wanted so much more already.

[User] The kiss was light and sweet. It felt like the perfect antidote to all the venom and toxicity that had been hurled at them for so long. He felt like a diver who had been swimming up to the surface for so long finally breaking the surface and gulping down fresh air. It was as their lips parted that he knew it wasn't enough. One kiss wasn't going to satisfy the feeling stirring inside him now. He brushed her nose with his and leaned in to kiss her again, his hand slipping from her shoulder, lifting slipping under the robe to curl into her side, pulling her a little closer as he rolled onto his side to face her properly, the TV was now completely ignored, flickering away to itself.

[Assistant] If Jenny had cared, this whole situation could be seen as a whirlwind. One minute Mark had been denying her what she wanted from him, and the next they were getting closer and kissing. None of that mattered to Jenny though. All she knew was that finally, she was getting what she wanted. Before they kissed again, each kiss getting even more passionate, Mark pulled her in closer and rolled so they were now face to face. At this point, the TV was completely ignored, and the two of them were wrapped up in passionate kisses. It was, admittedly, very hard for Jenny to avoid the urge she was feeling to undo his pants. No, she had to let Mark take this at his pace. If he wanted to go further, he could undress her first. Honestly, Jenny didn't want to do anything to screw this up. She couldn't push him too far too fast, despite how much she wanted to.

[User] The kisses were just as soft, but there was a need, a hunger behind them that could not be easily sated. Each brush of their lips they seemed to linger for longer. His hand was stroking her side now, sliding back and forth over her skin, but the robe was getting in the way. He lifted his hand fumbling it back, pushing it aside and running his hand along her exposed side. He glanced down, the sharp black of the lingerie contrasting with her skin, highlighting her curves, pushing up her ample bust. It looked simple, but he knew enough about such things to be sure that it could not have been cheap. His eyes flicked up to hers again as his hand went to the shoulder of the robe, pushing it and the sleeve up her arm. Clearly he intended to get the thing out of the way, to let her show off what she had chosen, bought and worn for him. He kissed her, his tongue flicking against her lips, the desire for her growing ever stronger in him and making him bolder. It looked very much like Jenny would get exactly what she had wanted and hoped for from him after all.

[Assistant] This was quickly evolving into exactly what Jenny had wanted. She was consumed by Mark's attention now. Every little thing he did turned her on more and more, not that she hadn't already been wanting him for months. Each kiss lingered for longer, and his hands were exploring her. The need between the two of them for one another was definitely becoming more obvious, and Jenny knew she was going to be getting her way tonight. It was as if the act of the two of them cuddling had made Mark finally see her for the woman she was. The woman who wanted to satisfy his every need. Between kisses, Mark slipped her robe further up her body before Jenny slipped out of it entirely. He was staring at her like a man possessed, but this was exactly how she wanted him. She wanted to question it, but at the same time, Jenny didn't want Mark to snap out of this moment. Their tongues tangled as they kissed again, with Jenny wrapping herself even closer. She could already feel his cock growing hard with it pressed up against her exposed leg. "I thought you might like me dressing up for you." Jenny said between their hot, passionate kisses.

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The robe lay beside them, fumbled off and discarded as their kisses became more and more eager and their caresses more bold. She pressed into him and he held her there, his arm around her waist. Her leg slid up and over his and he knew she would feel the bulge there. He swallowed, a flicker of doubt running through his mind. Was it wrong of him to be taking what she had offered so soon after he'd unintentionally knocked her advances back? Her words pulled him back before he could get lost in that moment of self doubt though. His eyes ran down over her curvy body, again appreciating its youthful perfection and just how good the lingerie was at drawing the eye. He left his hand along her smooth thigh, up the curve of her hip, along her side and out along the rise of her breast.

"I wasn't expecting it, I admit that, but it is quite the view and I am very, very appreciative of its splendor now." He said quietly, rolling his palm down to curve into and feel the heft of her breast.

"Jenny, I know what I said before, but... I want you. I want you so fucking bad." He said, his eyes lifting from her gorgeous body to her dark eyes. It was going to happen, they had both known that it would for a while, but he wanted to come right out and say it, admit his attraction to her, his newly discovered need for her.


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Kaitlyn felt her cheeks blush slightly at his rattling off of what he could be to her when he mentioned lover. Was it that obvious that it had been awhile? She felt like if he could tell, so could the rest of the world. What was this power he had to rattle her so? She took a deep breath still trying to figure him out. Somethings were just not adding up and she needed more information. What if he was a Djinn, as he had said? Having also mentioned teacher she was intrigued to say the least as to what that could possibly mean. Maybe she should just go along with what he was saying, and see what else she could determine about what he was, and why he was here. Besides gran always said you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. What would it hurt to humor him and see what he was capable of?

"Whoa there big guy!" she exclaimed rushing over to grab his hand from the car door handle to stop him from twisting it off the car completely. Hitting the unlock button on her key fob, the car made a sharp BEEP BEEP as the doors unlocked. Her car might be old and a bit battered, but it was all hers paid for in full. She didn't want to have to replace it any time soon, nor could she really. Extra cash for a new car was not something she could even entertain just yet.

"Let me help you there." She said as she gently removed his hand, and pulled the handle open for him, swinging the door so he could enter the small car. With a wry smile, she turned and went back to the driver's side and let herself in. Buckling her seatbelt, she shut her door and motioned for him to do the same, watching as he did so. Starting the car and turning down the radio from the loud blasting music. "Sorry... must have been a good song, when I parked." she replied sheepishly. "So, I'm guessing you've never seen a car before then?" she asked casually in a lame attempt to change the subject. Pulling out into the traffic and navigating them along smoothly. "How long have you been trapped in that book anyway?" she rambled weaving through the streets to her apartment, focused on the road.

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Alexandros had almost gotten through the strange car when the woman seemed take umbrage with his approach. As she grabbed his hand he felt that electric twinge of magic course from her to him again. Made his spine tingle pleasantly as he stepped aside for her, she squeezed some little black thing in her hand which made the car make a noise akin to a young bird before the chunk of metal he had been working opened from the woman pulling on a handle of some kind. "Thank ye." He said, warily eyeing the portal as if expecting it to pull him in and trap him like his book does when he gets put back into it.

_Knew she was a witch._ He thought to himself as he carefully got into the carriage his head quickly bumping on the roof of the contraption causing him to slouch a little bit into the seat. It was claustrophobic inside the carriage, he needed some air. He contemplated simply punching a hole in the side or roof, but his new mistress seems to like her carriage in one piece. Fumbling along the inside of the door he found a small switch and pushed it. He very nearly jumped out of his seat when the glass part of the door began rolling down and the sweet rush of fresh air whipped in around his head sending his shoulder length hair in a tizzy. Lifting up on the small button made the window go back up into it's slot cutting the air off. The process fascinated him and played with the switch as he talked with the woman. "Tis that what ye call it? A ''car''?" He played with the window a few more times before leaving it half down and pulling his hand away to poke at various other things around the vehicle's interior, why did modern humans need all these buttons and switches? "People 'ad barely gotten away from the 'orse and carriage the last time Ah was out." He pushed some numbered buttons on the noise box the woman had messed with earlier. Most of the noise was quite nonsensical and far too focused on yelling about female dogs, garden tools, and fornicating with ungulates.

Soon he heard the faintest peels of Beethoven and stopped himself from pushing anymore buttons. As she asked her last question the Fae sat back and thought squinting his eyes. Even when not trapped in books time means very little to his people. They are immortal and ageless, but if he was was gonna guess he'd say. "Och, Ah dinnaeken fer sure. Ma last summonin' was in... the early 1800s? But Ah've been in the book since the times o' yer human King Arthur an' 'is pet druid and the druid's 'alf sister or sometin." Still trying to put a number to it he leaned back more in the car seat watching the world whizz by the window seeing a great many things he couldn't explain.

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Listening to his lilting speech was relaxing as she drove along she realized. Once she had taken the leap to just actually accept him at his word. It just felt right? Everything he had said held a note of truth to it. She liked listening to him talk and she had to admit his voice was downright sexy. The accent was making her feel all shivery and warm, at the same time. His voice was like honey. Warm and sweet and she realized she was listening intently, wanting to hear him talk more. That thought brought a small rush of warmth to her cheeks, and she kept her eyes focused on the road, unwilling to look at him. In an attempt to fill the silence "I can't imagine what that was like. Being stuck in book at the whim of anyone that opens it. I don't know if I could do it. Stuck year after year. It must have been awful."

Pulling the car into the parking lot of a small apartment building. "Well, here we are" she said, turning the car engine off and getting out quickly, willing her cheeks to cool and not wanting him see how he was affecting her.

"Come on and I'll show you my place and you can explain a few more things" Heading to the door, not looking back. "try not to crush the car door when you shut it." She called out.

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Alexandros shrugged lightly as he managed to unfold himself from the woman's carriage. He let out a low groan stretching his back out. "Och tis nae too bad, mi mither rebuilt our world inside o' it. Been livin' in the perfect recreation o' Avalon from mi time." He slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat looking around at the quaint little part of this new city. Humans had been beginning to congregate more and more into the big cities the last time he was out of the book.

But it looked little better or cleaner than loving in the shit lined roads of the country. The country did at least smell nicer the further you got into the old Fae lands. But nothing has ever compared to the pure air of the ancient world, untainted by smoke and unnatural death. Back then you could smell the magic in the air. Now all he could smell was way too much methane and various kinds of sewage backing up, but hopefully his new mistress had a better smelling home. As he followed her an idea struck him. "Ye never gave me yer name lassie. Might as well know the name o' my new mistress." He chuckled standing behind her at her front door.

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While Alexandros got out of the car, Kaitlyn struggled with the apartment door. For some reason her key just never worked right. It was a challenge from the day she had moved in and no matter how many times she had told the landlord, here she was still fighting to get the damn thing open.

"My name?" she paused glancing back over her shoulder at him "oh... um... I'm Kaitlyn. Though most of my friends just call me Kate. My mom usually calls me Katie" she finished wondering why she felt the need to tell him that. Wiggling the key once more until it finally opened the lock with a soft click. Pushing the door wide she stepped inside dropping her keys and bag on the small side table near the entrance. She motioned him inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

The door opened into a small, but comfortable living room. The room decorated in warm tones of blues and tans. A worn leather couch and a small chair on one side with a flat screen TV and a computer desk set up on the other side. Towards the back was a small hallway that led to a kitchen with a tiny table for two along with a simple bedroom on the right. Her bed covered in pillows of various shapes and sizes all in an shades of pink. The back door off the kitchen led to a porch with some rusted chairs overlooking a decent yard that melted into a wooded area. It wasn't an elaborate or fancy place but it was comfortable and clean and it was what she could afford on her own.

Stepping around him she headed down the hallway towards the kitchen "Make yourself comfortable. I'll grab us something to drink" she said moving to the fridge and grabbing some bottled water before heading back to the living room.

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"Kaitlyn..." Alexandros rolled the name around his tongue for a few seconds before following her inside the cozy little domicile. "Ah like Kaitlyn, knew a Queen by that name years ago. Mad lass... great in the bedroom though." He laughed lightly walking through the entryway nodding at her decorating sense. Looking over his shoulder he saw her lock the door then quickly twisted his hand casting a magical lock over not only the door but the entire house.

Everything seemed to darken for a few seconds before the light returned, but with a comforting purple glow as if the windows were tinted that color. There was also a sense of peace and security that filtered through the air, as if nothing bad could happen as long as Alexandros kept the spell going. The Fae watched his new mistress go off into the kitchen for drinks, he half wanted to ask her if she had any ale or mead. But she was gone before he could so he simply shrugged pulling his hands from his pocket as he wandered around her sitting room.

A single woman judging by how clean and feminine everything looked. This was a big bonus for the formally trapped man, he'd been summoned by married women before and he always wound up coming to blows with her husband. He never killed the men, but once his duty was done he was sure the woman and her man wound up killing each other afterwards. He could also tell his new mistress had no children, another plus. Kids were a rarity among his many owners, but what few he did come across were sticky little monsters better off left outside with the hounds or pigs. He looked at the small pictures scattered around the room pleased to get the feeling she was a witch from a family of witches.

So far so good in Alexandros's eyes. She was young, single, childless, attractive, pleasantly curved, and a witch on top of it all, a simple human or not he had a feeling he would like this 'Kaitlyn' as a mistress. And she seemed innocent or awkward enough to give him someone pliable to play with and teach. Once he finished seeing all he wished to see in her sitting room he moved to one of her bookcases looking over her choice of reading materiel. None of them looked like grimoires or arcane academia texts, most of them looked to be fictional stories about Vampires and Lycans. The idea made him click his tongue lightly before he moved to sit down on her couch, he had just kicked his feet out when she returned. "Soa, this is yer place o' conjurin eh lassie? Bonny wee place though dinnae look like yer usual Witch's house. Do ye not practice yer magic or do alchemy?" He asked her curiously as his eye roamed over her face and body.

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Kaitlyn came back into the room holding two bottles of water, and handed one over to him before flopping herself down in the chair. The leather creaking slightly as she tucked her legs up under her as she sat. She wasn't really sure how to answer him. A little concerned at what his reaction would be or how much she should actually confess to him. He knew she was a witch, obviously. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be if he knew the full extent of her magic, and lack there of.

With a small sigh of resignation, she figured she might as well tell him what she could. Not really looking at him. Just throw it out there, for better or worse. "Well.." she started and then stalled for another long moment to take a drink from the bottle. "You are correct that I am a witch, but conjuring isn't something I do much of" she finally replied, her voice a holding a note of sadness. "I'm not very good at it, unfortunately. Much to the disappointment of my family. They are all first class witches" she continued then dropped that thread of conversation. She didn't want to drudge up those issues just yet.

Finally meeting his gaze "I can barely conjure anything. Whenever I do, really odd things happen instead of what I'm trying to do. Look at you, for example. All I did is touch a book and suddenly, here you are. I don't even know how that happened?" She sighed, sipping more of the water. "My powers are the worst." She finished looking away again to avoid seeing his disappointment that she was sure would be there.

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Alexandros took the strange clear container studying it closely. He had seen clear bottles before, but only glass ones. This was a strange substance, partially squishy, but at the same time firm. After seeing how Kaitlyn opened her bottle he mimicked and sipped the cool refreshing liquid. Replacing the top he listened to her tale, much of it made sense. A practicing Witch would've at least been familiar with the concept of magical servants like him. And they would've for sure known about the Fae, as last he knew for a Witch to really earn her cauldron as it were they would've had to meet and do some tasks for one of the Fae to learn the deeper secrets of magic.

Despite how brusquely they treated each other he felt bad for the young woman. Reaching out he patted her thigh lightly. "Well good thing ye have me lassie. Ah know spells and charm naw even yer gran knows, tis ma people the Fae that harnessed the raw magic o' creation after all. As fer the book, twas naw just touchin' the book that summmoned me 'twas readin ma name that did." He waved his hand, the book appearing on her coffee table. "If ya 'adn't said ma name ye never wouldof met me." He smirked sliding his hand over her knee for a second before leaning back smiling at her.

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Kaitlyn felt a small tingle of warmth when he touched her and it made her miss what he was saying. It wasn't unpleasant, just distracting for a few seconds. She caught herself staring at him. The features on his face. The dark captivating eyes, his strong jaw. Those broad shoulders and his chiseled chest. He was incredibly sexy in a rugged, rough way. And he was still touching her. His fingers were on her knee and the warmth from his hand was making her toes curl in a pleasant way.

She found herself looking at his lips. Wondering what they would feel like against hers. What would they feel like if they kissed her? Would that same tingle also be there? The thought of kissing him brought a soft blush to her cheeks and she forced herself to focus on what he was saying as he talked about how she had summoned him.

"But... how did I even know your name? How could I have summoned you without knowing your name? I was just browsing through old books. Something I do frequently. How did I pick that particular book and then somehow know your name to open it and release you?" she countered still unsure of how that had happened.

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Alexandros leaned back watching the young woman's face redden with a slight smile. Oh she was indeed going to be a fun one. But her questions were actually ones he's heard before. "It all goes back tae magic an' Fate lassie. Only one wit magic in their blood can summon me, ye were chosen by the book because the spell ma mum put on the book decided ye needed me." He snorted lightly folding his arms behind his head. It ceased to amaze him how much of his freedom was taken to keep him alive.

The spell was as neutral a force as he could imagine. He's had bad masters, he's had good masters, but everyone needed his help with something, ironically a couple of them needed him to undo what previous masters had done. The endless cycle of humanity's madness carries on and he's simply the wheel that gets them there. Maybe he could finally figure out how to free himself from this book with this girl. He'd never been the servant of a Witch that had come from a family of witches, hopefully some of her Elders will know what do to. "Sae, ifin ye got a line of communication tae Fate ask her." He chuckled lightly stretching his legs out a little bit more. "Sae where can Ah sleep an' possibly wash up?" He asked bluntly.

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Kaitlyn listened to his explanation about the magic, her magic calling it, calling him to her. She wasn't sure what he meant by the book deciding that she needed him. How can you need something you didn't even know anything about? She considered that was how magic worked on some level. It could see deep into your heart and know your secrets, your desires. Desires that you weren't even aware existed until you were confronted with them.

What was he supposed to help her with, exactly? She knew her magic was, odd. Barely working most days, even when she really concentrated and tried. It was a gamble as to what the outcome would be. A gamble that she was less and less willing to attempt after so many failures. Maybe he was here to help her understand it, master it, finally figure out what she was doing wrong? It wouldn't hurt to explore this, and see. Either way, she knew he had some type of powers. She had seen it and it made her curious to know more.

"Oh... um, yeah. The bathroom is right over here" she replied absently pointing down the hallway towards the kitchen, "on the left. As for sleeping you can take my bed, it's through the kitchen. I'm going to hang here awhile, and watch some TV. I've only got the one bedroom, so you can sleep there for tonight" knowing it would be hours before she would be ready to sleep. She wasn't used to anyone being in her apartment with her and she wanted some time to think about things a bit. "Make yourself at home" she said distractedly, chewing a little on her lip.

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Following her directions Alexandros moved off beginning to peel himself out of his clothes as he walked. First he hung the denim jacket and flannel over shirt on a coat hook in the woman's entryway his boots following soon after he kicked them off under cute little bench with flowers on top of it. Reorienting himself he headed for her bathroom half expecting it to be small and made of wood like the ones they had in the 1800s, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it large and full of off-white colored tiles and ceramic contraptions. This age was already holding many wonders he would need to familiarize himself with if he was going to stick around Mistress Kaitlyn. Stripping naked he placed his clothes on the sink and looked about him.

His first encounter was the loo. Its design and function hadn't changed much in a hundred or so years, but he did find the little handle on the side replaced the big pull chain quite and amusing thing causing him to flush the toilet a few times and chuckle to himself. The next test was the actual tub, it was much smaller than he would've expected. Barely big enough for someone to sit down in, and it has a spout above it. Curiously he poked and twisted the nobs logic dictated should be useful. He was once again fascinated with how they moved, so fascinated in fact when the showerhead began pouring onto his head he shouted something in Gaelic and stumbled away from the tub as if something had attacked him.

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Kaitlyn absently watched him stripping as he walked through her small apartment. If he had looked back in her direction, he would have caught her in the middle of a flat out, jaw-gaping stare. She couldn't help herself. It was mesmerizing to watch him move. So confident, so self-assured. If she had been impressed by his physique while he was clothed, she was practically drooling as she watched him stripping away articles of clothing as he moved. She was once again astounded to see just how incredibly handsome he was. Broad shoulders tapered down to a fit waist. A massive chest and all that long, braided hair. Still staring she caught a quick glance at that little V shape along his abdomen and hips and it made the breath catch in her throat, as a torrent of thoughts flooded her. Forcing her eyes back up she noted that his arms were equally impressive. He just had muscles upon muscles, no matter where she looked. One arm was easily the size of her thigh. He was the definition of Eye Candy and it was clear that during his downtime where ever he was 'stored' he kept busy working out. You didn't get a physique by just lounging on cushions. Magic would help the process, but not nearly to this level.

When he stepped into the actual bathroom and she finally lost sight of him. She told herself it was probably a good thing. It had been quite a while since she had been with anyone and watching him strip in her small, little apartment was putting her thought processes into overdrive. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to try and fall asleep later. With a small sigh, she shook her head reaching for the TV remote. Distraction by TV should work, right?

His sudden yelp of what sounded like surprise brought her quickly to her feet wondering what was wrong. Without thinking she stepped into the doorway of the bathroom. "Everything... OK...?" she mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush as she realized he was now completely naked and seemed to be ready to attack her shower. "What happened?" she murmured, quickly turning her back to and staring up at the ceiling, in an attempt to be polite.

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In defense of the sudden attack Alexandros had grabbed the plunger besides Kaitlyn's toilet holding it in a practiced swordsmen's stance. Unbothered by his nudity he simply looked at the woman as she burst into the bathroom right before turning bright red once more and turning her back so as to not see him. This made him smile more, was this woman a virgin? He asked himself in his mind. Hard to fathom such a thing when it comes to witches. Many witches and wizards use sex to gain power and influence that's the way it's always been even if they were ugly they could always use guile spells to beautify themselves. Though Kaitlyn was a beauty all on her own so he was sure she'd never need a guile spell to win a man to her bed.

But her reactions the entire time have been quite shy and adorable. All flustered and red faced, hopefully she's come around eventually. It has been a long time since he's had a woman in his bed and it was one thing the book could never give him. It had plenty of food, drinks and exercise, but he was all alone inside of it. He shook the thought away and walked up poking the showerhead a little. "Ah was twistin' these wee knobs an' this thing decided tae vomit on ma head!" He whacked the showerhead lightly.

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"Oh, goodness... I'm SO sorry!" Kaitlyn exclaimed bringing her hand to her face in chagrin. "I should have realized that the shower is probably not something you would know about." Slipping beside him, she moved cautiously using the utmost care so as to not brush against him in his current naked state. While trying to keep her gaze averted as much as possible.

"Let me help you. Turn this here. That will give you the temperature of the water" she said while working the tub temperature knob, focusing all her attention on the tub and not the proximity of his naked body to her "the water comes out there" pointing up "so you can clean up. When you're done, you shut it off this way" turning the knob once more. Working the knobs again, she got the shower to a warm steamy start and stepped back, ready to bolt out the door. "that should be warm enough, I think." she trailed off, unable to not look at him for a few moments, the bathroom was pretty small after all.

Then forcibly bringing her eyes to his "I don't have any manly soap or shampoo, but you can use what I do have. That will at least get you cleaned up... The towels on the rack are clean " motioning to the shelf with all the various bath products, mostly in floral scents and the fluffy towels on the side of the tub. Moving her hands up as blinders, she moved back towards the door.

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Alexandros watched her mess with the knobs and showerhead moving close to her his naked pressing close as he watched and learned the plunger still held in his hand. "What a mad, mad world ye lot live in naow. Thank ye lassie." He spared her a smile as she left then set the plunger down and stepped into the shower. The warm water was very pleasant, leaning back the Fae let out a long happy moan as he let it wash all over him. He'd bathed in hot springs before and had leaned the pleasures of experiencing the Turkish baths of the ancient world, but actually having a hot miniature waterfall in the home beat all of those wonders in his opinion.

He didn't keep track of the time he spent under that warm cascade of water. He got lost in his memories under those falls, and it wasn't until the water turned cold that he came back to himself. He'd simply soaked hadn't even used Kaitlyn's soaps or shampoos, not that he would've minded the floral scents. But the cold water shocked him into motion he just threw some of the pink liquid on and lathered up for a few seconds before rinsing himself clean and jumping out twisting the knobs off. Shuddering lightly he grabbed one of the fluffy towels and dried himself off. Replacing the towel to it's rack he redressed and ventured out of the bathroom looking for his Mistress once more.