Bull by the Horns Ch.01 21+ [M36/F58] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [BBW] [GILF] [Interracial] [Cleavage]

Chapter One- The Task Ahead

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to find a way to move out of this dammed apartment and away from them.

Rick and his girlfriend Dahlia were lying on the couch when I came home. Sure, it should be okay for my roommate and his girlfriend to show their love for each other in his apartment, but the thing was, Dahlia was my girlfriend three weeks ago.

Talk about a stab straight to the heart. I don’t know if they were together or doing things while we were together; they say they hadn’t, but who knows, they could have fucked or did a lot more when she was with me. Four years to be exact.

Two years ago, I moved in with Rick, my former best friend. We were both strapped for cash and hated random roommates, so we got this nice apartment near downtown Atlanta. Sure, it was expensive, but it was excellent, and it was close to all the good spots, and public transportation wasn’t an issue.

Just after we moved in, Dahlia, my half-African American and half-Middle Eastern girlfriend, started to come around; first, it was like pulling teeth for Rick and Dahlia to talk to each other. Rick could be a know it all at times.

Rick was a scientist, not one of those working on changing the world, just one of those working in the science field. So, he acted like he knew everything about anything.

Dahlia worked as a journalist for an internet blog site. So the two clashed on everything. So there it was; it was my fault. If I hadn’t pushed for them to talk to each other, I wouldn’t have had to come in and see them all hugged up.

“Sorry Chris,” Rick said as he tried to push Dahlia off him.

“It’s fine,” I said, shaking my head.

I nuked two hot pockets as the two of them stared at me. Then I headed for my room.

“Continue,” I said as I pushed open my door and went inside.

Dahlia was good-looking, at least in my eyes. She had the long hair and cute face from her middle eastern mother but a body from her black father’s heritage.

I spent many nights behind her shapely ass fucking it as it bounced off me. Now Rick was doing the same thing.

The apartment was lovely, but I hated that the walls were paper thin. I heard them many nights doing the same thing we had been doing in my bed.

The only difference between then and now. Rick was a blonde blue-haired guy from Kansas, and I was a born and bred-dark-skinned ghetto boy.

I had lived in the ATL all my life. I knew these streets like the back of my hand, but I left that street life behind me when I got with Dahlia. She made a man out of me.

Before Dahlia came around, I was peddling for any money I could get by any means necessary. From selling ripped DVDs, shammed tickets, you name it, I was doing it.

Except for selling drugs and breaking into people’s houses, that wasn’t me. Leave your vehicle unlocked. I was the guy that stole your change or other things inside. I didn’t steal personal items like laptops or tablets, maybe the cords, but not the whole thing. People still needed to make a living, and I wasn’t the type to steal that from anybody.

Dahlia changed me, the way she talked, the way she smiled. Everything about her made me want to do things the right way. The legal way.

So, it broke me when they said they needed to talk to me.

I remember sitting on the couch as they told me they had feelings for each other. And they wanted to pursue those feelings. My heart literally stopped, not figuratively I actually fell to the floor.

It took a few days for them to start being normal around me, then Dahlia moved in. While she was with me, she said it was too much too fast, but now that she was with Rick, it was just right and would help them get a place more quickly.

I was the dumb ex-thug, so even though I worked in the mail room at a prestigious law firm, what I made wasn’t good enough for her.

That’s how Rick and I met, he had a friend that worked in the mail room, and one day Rick came by to see him, and we hit it off immediately. He likes the same music I did and movies. And apparently, we had the same tastes in women.

In shape, women with nice stomachs and nice asses were my things, as I liked to work out. The runner’s body didn’t do it for me. There had to be some curves.

I thought Rick liked the runner’s body because his ex-girlfriend was totally skinny, with no curves to speak of, not in the front or the back, a straight line up and down.

Not that Dahlia was the cream of the crop. I had seen a lot better at the clubs. She didn’t turn every man’s head that passed her, but she got a lot of attention when she wore leggings, that was for sure.

Also, her jet-black hair came down to her mid back and glimmered in the sunlight, which got my attention the first time I saw her.

Who was I kidding when I said it was okay and I could accept it? I hated both of them for doing that to me.

I pulled up the chair to my computer and checked my bank account. I was nowhere close to the amount that I needed to move out. They would move out before me at this rate. Then I would have to get another lame-ass roommate. I swore it would be a female this time, and even then, I wouldn’t bring anyone home.

There was a knock on my door as I booted up my online game.

“It’s open,” I said without turning around.

“Hey,” Dahlia said as she entered.

“Hey,” I replied.

My heart still went at an unnatural pace whenever I saw her, especially when we got close. How could it not, this woman changed my life, and part of me still loved her.

“We need to talk,” Dahlia said.

Those exact four words had ruined me before, and I was sure they were about to do it again.

“What is it this time?” I smiled. “You’re pregnant and it’s his?”

“No,” Dahlia said.

I counted my lucky stars on that one.

“It’s just that, I know we said it would be okay for us all to live here,” Dahlia said, those green eyes staring back at me. “But we think it might be a bit too much.”

“For you two?” I laughed.

“Yes,” Dahlia said as she looked at me.

“What about me?” I asked. “How do you think I feel, hearing the two of you go at it every night?”

“That’s our point,” Dahlia said. “We can’t be us, without thinking about how things would effect you,” she said, staring at me.

“Oh, so I am the third wheel,” I nodded as I stood up.

“Yes,” Dahlia said. She was never one to say things softly or hold back her punches. “We had an idea, and we hope you will take it.”

“Doesn’t sound much like a choice, at this point,” I said, sitting back down.

“Rick’s mom, Chelsea has offered to let you stay with her, rent free, for as long as you want, as long as you help her with things around the house,” Dahlia said.

I liked Chelsea. The two of us had long talks about many things, including her dipshit son, her words, not mine.

Chelsea was turning fifty-eight soon, and I was sure she was trying to renovate things around her large house.

“Absolutely,” I said without hesitating.

The thing I liked most about Chelsea, which no one knew, was that I loved hanging out with her; she loved sports and had all the sports channels.

I knew it was wrong only to want to hang out with someone because of their television, but she had a huge screen television, so I hoped she would allow me to connect my game console to it.

“Good, we will let her know,” Dahlia said.

“Thanks,” I said.

I knew why Rick wanted me to move in with his mom. It would stop Chelsea from calling him to come over to fix something or help her with anything.

Rick always said his mom had become too clingy after her husband had passed away four years ago.

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“Thank you again, Ms Claussen,” I said as I packed away the rest of my things.

“No thank you,” Chelsea said as she looked up at the new chandelier light I had installed in the hallway. “The guys down at the shop wanted ninety five to hang it up,” she said as I turned the light on.

Getting a tall enough ladder to reach the vaulted ceiling was a pain, but I got it to hang and wired correctly after a few hiccups.

“Perfect,” Chelsea said as the light turned on and illuminated the hallway.

Chelsea was nothing like her son. She had red hair, whereas Rick had brown. She was short, while he was tall. Some would call her chubby, while Rick was as thin as paper. Plus, she had a personality, while Rick’s was about himself.

“I am really glad to get out of that apartment,” I said as I put away the tall ladder.

“I don’t blame you,” Chelsea said as she followed me to the garage. “Seeing my dickless son with that brain dead girlfriend makes me want to puke sometimes,” Chelsea said.

“Dickless,” I shook my head. “From the sounds coming from their room, I am sure he has one.”

“I will clue you in on something, the more sounds she makes the more she is faking it,” Chelsea winked. “Does she call him names?”

“Not really,” I shook my head.

“Definitely faking it,” Chelsea smiled. “I used to call my Robert all kinds of names, and when he really got going I could barely breathe let alone scream.”

“He was that good huh?” I asked as we went back inside.

“From the day we got together to the last time,” Chelsea smiled. “He was more about me, than himself,” Chelsea said as we entered the living room. “But then again he didn’t last long. I tell you there were days I would just have to dress a certain way and he would make a mess of himself.”

I laughed. Conversations like this one were why I loved hanging out with Chelsea. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t talk about or bring out into the open.

“What you saw in her, I would never know,” Chelsea said as she sat on the couch.

“She’s great to look at,” I shrugged.

“If you like that fake porcelain look,” Chelsea said. “She wears more make up than a clown.”

I had to agree with that. There wasn’t any doubt that Dahlia loved makeup. Her collection was vast, to say the least.

“But that’s the trend these days, I guess,” Chelsea said. “You know what I think,” Chelsea said as she looked at me. “The more make up they apply, the more they want to hide.”

“In that case, her sister Lilah has a lot to hide,” I smiled.

For the rest of the night, we talked about many things.

“Have a good night,” I said as we parted ways.

My bedroom was upstairs, while Chelsea’s was downstairs.

For the first time in a long while, I fell asleep without the sound of a headboard repeatedly banging against the wall.

Author’s Note: The rest of this story as well as many others of my stories, are on my other pages, the links to which can be found [here](https://linktr.ee/alexander.martin)

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