The rhythmic bumping on the wall between his room and his roommates had forced him out into the living room. It was no better out there. He turned the volume on the game console up. But it did nothing to mask the loud screaming and moaning of his best friend. He sighed and turned the game off, surrendering back to his room where all he could hear was the bumping of the wall. He looked over at the clock. “I have to be up in two hours, guys!” he yelled.
“Oh shit!” he heard his roommate say. “Sorry, bro!” the roommate yelled back. There was silence for a few minutes, then the door opened.
“Sorry, Brian, we didn’t know it was so late,” Scarlett said. “Come in later. I will smooth it over with Jake,” she said before closing the door.
“Fuck that!” Brian said. “I won’t come in at all. Smooth that over!” he mumbled to himself.
But true to his nature, he showed up to work directly on time. He punched in on the time clock and got to work at his desk.
“Thought you were coming in late?” Jake, his boss, asked as he looked over the cubicle wall, “Scarlett said you weren’t feeling well.”
“Nah, it blew over,” Brian lied. Jake nodded.
“Thanks for coming in. But if you’re sick, that wouldn’t help any of us,” Jake pointed out. “Take the day off. You got the sick time to cover for it,” he walked away from Brian’s cubicle and towards his office. “That was not a request!” Jake shouted as he slammed his office door.
Brian sighed and got up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the day off, but he saved those sick hours for a vacation he had planned. Scarlett met him at the elevator.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as she got out. The doors to the elevator closed behind her.
“Thanks a bunch!” Brian said sarcastically.
“What’s going on?” Scarlett asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the elevator. They were best friends, practically brother, and sister. She looked up into his eyes.
“I have to take the day off,” Brian said, rolling his eyes. “Jake thinks I am sick, and you know how he is with germs,” Brian scoffed.
Scarlett, who by her namesake was an actual redhead and not the bottle dyed kind, smiled up at her towering friend. She loved it when he scoffed and acted like a big baby. She made fun of him, saying to him, “The big black guy acting like a four-year-old.”
The two made for an odd pairing. Scarlett was just barely at the 5′ 3″ mark, but Brian was just over 6′ 6″, so the height comparison was fun to look at whenever they stood next to each other.
He was very dark-skinned, but she was almost pale except for the few times she went to get a tan. He had a bald head, while she had long red hair almost touching her butt. He was muscular. She was skinny. The two were a very odd couple to look at.
“I will talk to him,” Scarlett sighed. As she shook her head. “Go home and play your game,” she smiled.
He nodded back at her.
The thing with Scarlett was that no one could ever tell her no. In all the years, Brian had known her he had never met anyone who could say no directly to her face. If she wanted something, she was getting it, no doubt about it. She always said she used her powers for good – never for evil. Which, for the most part, was right. She had never made someone do something they didn’t want to.
“Say hi, to what’s her face for me,” she smiled and walked away.
“Gloria,” Brian yelled as the elevators closed.
Brian was in the midst of playing his online game on his computer when he heard the front door to the apartment close. He could hear his roommate stomping around outside. Shaking his head, he decided he was going to take a break.
“Give me a minute, roommate is home,” he said into his mic.
“Okay, I will go let the dogs out,” Gloria replied.
The two of them were an online item. Brian had never been into online dating. That was until he started playing this game. Now he couldn’t go a day without hearing or seeing her on their long video chats.
“Hey, didn’t know you were home,” the roommate said, very surprised. Brian looked around, confused. He swore he had heard the door to the other room close.
“Yeah,” Brian said, turning to look at the room. “Got sent home early,” he looked back at the roommate. Who was on his phone. Brian heard a chime of a phone go off in the bedroom. He looked over at the roommate, who was shaking his head. “What the fuck is going on?” Brian asked angrily. He had set Scarlett and this guy up after Scarlett had seen him in a skateboarding magazine.
“Look…” the guy said, holding his hands up defensively. “Your friend is excellent. I mean, really good as a girlfriend and all.”
“But?” Brian said, circling around the little island table in the kitchen, the roommate circled around the other way to avoid him.
“Come on! That temper!” the guy said. “From zero to bitch in one second flat!” he shook his head. Brian stopped. Of course, he could pound this guy into the floor if he wanted to, but Scarlett was a big girl she could handle this herself.
“Sit!” Brian yelled, pointed to the sofa. The guy nodded. He ran over to the couch and sat down. “You in the room come out here!” Brian yelled. A small blonde girl came out, looking down at the guy.
“Jake? What’s going on here?” she asked.
“Did you know he was fucking my best friend in that room just a few hours ago?” Brian asked the blonde.
“No!” she looked down at Jake in disgust.
“Come on! I changed the sheets!” he said, throwing his hand up.
“Fuck you!” the blonde said, giving him the finger then walking out.
“What the fuck, dude?” Jake asked, throwing his hands up. He looked pitiful, sitting there in his white tank top and black jeans. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos. He also had way too many piercings. But that was Scarlett’s type. She always went for these guys.
Brian called her on his cell phone.
“Here. Someone needs to talk to you,” Brian said as she answered.
He threw his cell phone at Jake, who caught it and shook his head. Brian sat at the island listening to him give excuse after excuse. Finally Jake threw the phone back at him.
“You alright?” Brian asked.
“No! I am not fucking alright!” Scarlett yelled. She was crying.
“I will be right there,” Brian said, hanging up the phone. “You better not be here when I get back!” he yelled.
“Fuck you! I won’t!” Jake replied. Brian ran to the door and kicked it open. “I mean, I won’t. Fuck man. Damn!” as he fell to the floor. Brian slammed the door shut, then stormed out of the apartment.
Brian sat in silence in Scarlett’s office. She sobbed and cried and spoke in her high pitched voice about guys not liking her when she was angry, and how she wanted to go back home. She hated it in the city. She always had.
“Go back,” Brian shrugged.
Scarlett looked at him through tear-filled eyes.
“We will still be friends. And you will be what? A three hour drive away?” he said, sitting forward, looking at her.
“What about you?” Scarlett asked. “Could you come back with me?” she smiled.
“You know that’s not possible,” he smiled. Brian knew he had burned way too many bridges before he left. And in a small town people didn’t forget very quickly. “But you can. And you should,” Brian smiled.
She nodded.
It took just over two weeks, but eventually, Scarlett was all packed and ready to go back home. Her older brother Jacob had come with the moving truck to get her. He was also skinny, with ginger hair. But like many from back home, he hated Brian. That was one of the many bridges he had burned. So Brian decided that he would watch from a distance. As the brother turned and got into the truck, he turned around one last time and gave Brian the finger.
“I deserved that,” Brian nodded as Scarlett came up to him.
“Sorry,” she shrugged.
“Nah. I deserved it,” Brian smiled.
“I will call you the minute I get back,” she hugged him.
Brian smiled.
“I know. And every day after,” he said.
“Don’t do that!” Scarlett said, looking up at him. “You’re not always the big tough guy. I have seen you at your worst and everything in between,” she smiled with one of her huge smiles. “I will smooth things over, and you will be welcomed back with open arms,” she said as she backed away towards the truck.
“Not even your powers are that good,” Brian smiled.
“Don’t underestimate me, Brian Hogan,” she said as she got up in the truck.
Brian watched it drive away before he went inside and up to his apartment. It was quiet and empty. He didn’t realize how much stuff was Jake’s until he moved out. Now the place looked deserted. He sat down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. He was alone. Then his phone beeped at him. His face brightened up it was Gloria, he sat forward and answered it.
“Hey, you. Perfect timing,” he said. Feeling a little better.
“We need to talk,” she said. Instantly his heart started beating.
“Okay?” he replied.
“He’s back,” she said. Brian lowered his head and shook it. “He wants to be part of Simon’s life again.”
“But he walked out,” Brian replied with aggravation in his voice. She was talking about her ex – Simon was their son. The ex had walked out on her right after Simon was born.
“He is his father, Brian,” Gloria said.
“I know,” Brian said, shaking his head. “Fine,” he surrendered.
“I have to give this a shot for Simon,” she said. “I am sorry,” she said. Brian hung up. He threw the phone across the room. For hours he just sat there staring at nothing. Not moving. When the phone lit up in the dark corner of the room, he got up and walked over to it.
“I’m home!” Scarlett said all cheery.
“That’s great,” Brian said, trying to sound happy.
“What happened?” Scarlett asked, no doubt hearing his voice.
He told her what had happened with Gloria.
“That fucking bitch!” Scarlett yelled.
“Scarlett. She is doing the right thing for her son,” Brian said. Finally, acknowledging it to himself as he said it.
“Of course she is,” Scarlett said. “But she still is a fucking bitch.”
“Thanks,” Brian smiled. She always knew the right things to say. “God, I wish you were here. We could go out and drink,” he said, falling back onto the couch.
“So go without me. Go to that bar down the street,” Scarlett said. “You know the one with the female bartender with the huge fake tits you like,” she laughed.
Brian nodded.
“They are pretty huge,” he smiled.
“Yeah and pretty fake too,” Scarlett added.
“You’re right. I will go,” Brian said, standing up.
“Have a few for me. And try and take that bitch home and fuck them fake titties!” Scarlett laughed.
“You’re having fun saying fake tits. Aren’t you?” Brian laughed.
“Yeah. It’s making mom shudder every time I say it,” Scarlett said.
“I would say tell her, “Hi”. But I am sure she would tell me to fuck off,” Brian said.
“Yeah. When I told her I was calling you, she wasn’t too happy,” Scarlett admitted. “But, I will get her to come around.”
“Talk to you tomorrow,” Brian said.
“Definitely. And give them fake titties a squeeze for me,” Scarlett said. Brian just smiled and hung up.
The bar was about a twenty-minute walk from Brian’s apartment building. He walked inside and immediately felt better. Stacy, the bartender, was working today, and as soon as she saw him, she pointed to a stool at the bar.
“Thank god,” she said.
“What’s wrong?” Brian asked.
“It’s fucking loser central in here tonight,” she said, pouring him a beer. “On the house. Just sit there and talk to me,” she said.
Stacy was more of Brian’s type. She stood just over 5′ 6″, with long brunette hair and dark green eyes. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t too big either, which Brian loved. She had lovely hips and an ass, which was high on his list of favourites. But her biggest asset was her chest. Which Scarlett had pointed out to him after the first night they came in. They were very huge and very fake. Today she was in black jeans that showed off her nice ass, hips, and a tight black shirt with a rock band emblem across the chest.
“Deal. After the month, I am having I need this,” Brian said.
“Got you beat!” she said.
“Doubt it,” Brian replied.
“Shots?” Stacy asked as she placed two shot glasses on the table and a big bottle next to them.
“You sure? You still have to work,” Brian asked.
“I am off in…” Stacy said as she looked up at the clock. “An hour and forty-five. So go for it!” she smiled. Brian told her about Gloria and Scarlett.
“Fucking hell!” Stacy said, grabbing the bottle. “You do need these,” pouring him two shots. “Take ’em both!” pushing them over. Brian took them both.
“Plus,” he said as he put them down. “My roommate is out, so now I got to pay the rent by myself,” he shrugged. “Which I know for a fact I can’t afford,” he smiled. Stacy shook her head and poured another one and passed it over.
“I give,” she said, throwing her hands up. “All I got is my car got hit by a shopping cart at the store. And being hit on every day here by local losers.”
One of the guys at the bar looked at her.
“Well, it’s fucking true,” she said. “Every night, someone comes in takes a peek at my chest and spends the rest of the night trying to find a way to get their dick between them,” she smiled.
The man nodded. And went back to watching the game on the screen above the bar.
“Well, in their defence,” Brian said, “It’s a goal most guys have to strive for.” He smiled. He was feeling pretty buzzed. Stacy turned and put some glasses away.
“Absolutely. I get it,” Stacy said as she washed some of them. “I have a huge fucking chest,” she nodded. “I wake up to these fuckers every day of my life. I love them, or I wouldn’t have got my ex to pay for them to be this big,” she said, coming back in front of him. “But come on, a little class wouldn’t hurt,” she shrugged. “Not just blatant fucking rudeness.”
“Agreed,” Brian nodded. “So, I got to ask…”
He finished his second beer and put the glass back on the table. He had always wanted to ask this question. He figured today was as good as any.
“Why?” he asked.
“Why this big?” Stacy replied. She poured him another one. “Good question. I don’t get asked that much. Just how big? How much? Are they real?” she said, sitting on a stool behind the bar. “Well, I got the ass, was born with that.”
“Agreed,” Brian said. Scarlett had always commented on her ass. She even grabbed it a couple of times. Stacy was the definition of a white girl with a big bootie. Her hair almost met it. But now it was up.
“So after me and the ex split up,” Stacy started to explain, looking at Brian in the eyes. “He asked if I wanted the house, the car, or anything,” she smiled. “I told him to pay for these, and I will let him go with everything,” she shrugged. “I didn’t think he would do it. Since he still liked me and hated big tits,” she smiled. “I didn’t want to be one of those women who got a boob job, and everybody looked but can’t really tell. So I said fuck it. Go big or go home, right?”
Brian nodded. While staring at them.
“They are big!” Brian agreed.
“Yes, they are,” she said as she grabbed them. “And I love em,” she laughed.
“And the guys love them too,” Brian said.
“Nah, they are all talk.” Stacy shook her head. “When I get in the mood, I try and get a guy, but they get intimidated and run home with their tails between their legs,” she looked up at the clocks. “Fifteen minutes,” she smiled.
“So, what are you going to do after work?” Brian asked.
“Same shit, I do every day pinky,” she smiled. Brian laughed. “Just go home, play some games, then hit the sack,” she said. “My life is awesome,” she said sarcastically.
“Same here,” Brian said.
“Well, I better cut you off,” she said. “Don’t want your ass falling before you get back home,” she smiled.
“Nah, I am good,” Brian said. She looked him over and poured another beer.
“The last one,” she said. Brian nodded. Stacy went to the register and closed it out.
“What do I owe you?” Brian asked.
“Told you, on the house,” she waved him off.
“Nah. I got to owe you something?” he asked.
She just smiled at him. As a man came behind the bar and she switched places with him. She walked over to Brian’s stool.
“Take me back to your place, and we can call it even,” she whispered in his ear.
Brian smiled.
“Deal!” he said as he chugged his beer. He loved how aggressive she was.
They barely made it into the apartment before she was taking off his shirt. She kissed him all over his chest, pushing him back onto the couch.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” she smiled.
As she got down on her knees, she spread his legs wide as she unzipped his pants. She took his dick out. Brian looked down at her as her mouth slowly took his dick inch by inch. He let out a deep breath as she got to the bottom.
“Holy fuck,” he said as she looked directly up at him then very slowly inched her way back up. She did this three more times without taking her eyes off of him. Then she slowly sped it up, each time a little faster than the last. “Damn your fucking good,” he said. He had never had his dick sucked like this.
She nodded with his dick in her mouth.
“Been waiting to do this for a very long time,” she said as she took his dick in her hand. She used her other hand to take the band out of her brown hair. It fell naturally down her back and around her face. She cocked her head to one side and licked his dick on one side then the other. “I love sucking a nice big dick.”
“I love to see a big dick between big tits,” he said, hoping to see her tit fuck him.
“Then I have to disappoint you,” Stacy smiled. “I don’t have big tits,” she explained, licking the tip of his dick. She took him down to the bottom again. “I have huge fucking tits!” she corrected him.
“Yes, you do!” he said, looking at them, stretching her black shirt out.
“What do I get out of it?” she asked, looking up at him with his dick in her hands.
“Anything you want,” he said back. He wanted to get tit fucked by those huge tits.
“Anything?” she smiled.
He nodded back down at her.
“I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum,” Stacy said. “Then I will let you fuck my huge fucking tits!” she said with an evil grin.
“Fucking deal!” he said without hesitating.
She literally jumped up with a smile on her face. She grabbed the top of her jeans.
Brian watched as she peeled the jeans down her. It was like a second skin around her big ass and thick hips. She was wearing black panties that shaped perfectly on her ass.
“Damn that’s a thick ass!” Brian said, reaching out with both hands and grabbing both cheeks.
“Glad you like,” Stacy said as she bent over.
“Now, this is a nice ass!” Brian said over again as he gave it a spank watching it jiggle, he left a red handprint on one side.
“Don’t let the other get jealous,” she said, looking back at him.
He spanked the other side.
She moaned.
She peeled the panties down, exposing her to him. He buried his face between her ass, licking her from behind.
“Fuck!” she said, reaching forward while still standing. She grabbed her knees, bracing herself as he licked her from behind. “Damn that feels good,” she said as Brian licked and fingered her pussy from behind.
“Damn, Brian!” Stacy said. She pushed her ass back on his face, but he didn’t move. Brian had no intention of stopping.
He grabbed both sides of her ass and pulled her back on his face.
“Hold on now!” Stacy said as he felt her cumming. “That’s it!” she said.
But Brian could barely hear her. She pushed back harder on him as she began to cum hard.
“Brian, fucking stop! And fuck me! Please!” Stacy begged.
Brian smiled as he stood up. He turned her around she grabbed the back of the couch as he bent her over.
“About time someone grabbed this ass,” Brian said as he pushed his way inside her.
“Well, it’s been a while,” Stacy said as she buried her head between her outstretched arms.
Brian began slowly working his way in and out of her. Her ass jiggled this way and that way, which each thrust. She took her hands off the couch, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off of her.
“Now, the bra!” Brian ordered as he grunted. He was balls deep in her pussy.
“You get that when you cum, not before!” she stated.
“Oh yeah?” Brian said as he began to go faster. As he got more quickly, she began to push back on him. Then she matched him bouncing back and forth on him. “Let me see you do it!” he said. He stopped fucking her and watched as she bounced her ass back and forth along his dick. “Damn, you know how to work it!” he said, slapping each side, leaving his hand marks.
“Sit down,” Stacy said as she stood up. He turned around and sat on the couch. She pushed his legs apart and bent over, lowering herself down on his dick. She had one hand on each one of his knees as she slowly bounced herself up and down.
Brian watched her ass bounce up and down before grabbing it on both sides and pulling it down. The room filled with the sound of her ass bouncing off off him. He pulled her down harder. She bounced herself more. The sound got louder and louder.
“Fuck,” she said as she shuddered one more time.
“My turn now,” Brian said, pushing her up. Then leading her down to the floor. She was bent over, her head buried to the floor her ass up as high as it could go. Brian got behind and began fucking her as hard as he could, sweat dripping from his head. He was giving her all he had, and she was taking it.
“Harder! Fuck me!” she said. Her head was lying sideways on the floor. Her body twisted so that her ass was his for the taking.
Brian grabbed her hips and pulled her back.
“Fuck. I am cumming,” Brian said.
“Cum in me!” Stacy said. “Don’t you dare fucking pull it out!” she yelled. Brian pushed it deep inside her as he came hard. He took deep breaths then finally sank to the floor. His body covered in sweat. She laid her head on top of his chest.
“Still want to fuck my tits?” she smiled.
Brian nodded. But he was out of breath.
“Soon as I get my second wind,” he said.
“You two sound like you had a good fucking time!” Scarlett’s voice roared. Both of them jumped up. Looking around for her. “You fuck dialled me, you asshole!” Scarlett said. Brian reached for his pants. There was his phone on speaker.
“Sorry,” Brain smiled.
“No. Don’t be,” Scarlett said. “About time you got some action,” she said.
“Hey, Bitch!” Scarlett yelled.
“Hey, right back at you Slut!” Stacy said. This was their standard greeting.
“I wasn’t the one screaming like a banshee!” Scarlett added.
“Got me there,” Stacy shrugged as she stood up and pointed to the bathroom.
“So, did you fuck them fake titties?” Scarlett asked.
“Not yet,” Brian replied.
“Well, get off the phone and fuck them!” Scarlett said. She hung up. Brian smiled, then waited for Stacy to come out. She still had her bra on.
“Ready for these guys?” she asked as she bounced her huge tits up and down.
“Of course!” Brian said as he got up.
“Round two! Fight!” Stacy said as she sat down next to him. Brian laughed. Things were getting better.
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