Paying the Rent Pt. 03

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Those of you that follow me know the game, everybody's 18, there's going to be romance and a happy ending and some good sex, if you're new to my stuff, well thanks for giving me a chance, the above still applies. I hope you enjoy the story, and please remember to leave me a comment when you're finished reading. Enjoy *** Halftime was my home away from home, an All-American sports bar with cold beer, tons of T.V.'s and waitresses in short shorts and halter tops, I had found it my freshman year of college when me and the five guys I shared a house with wanted to watch the game, but it wasn't on our cable package. The food had been better than I expected, and the beer was just as cold as advertised and we had won the game, so a new tradition began. Saturday, game day, you would find me, I'm Rick, Steve, Roger, Dave, Eldridge, and Benny in our jerseys, at our lucky table watching the game, flirting with our waitress, eating wings, and drinking beer. Sometimes ...

PART 1 CHAPTER 1 "You already owe me $50,000 and want to borrow another $5,000?" Charles said exasperated. "You are digging yourself deeper and deeper in the hole with your fucking gambling! When is it going to stop, Jim?" He looked me straight in eyes and asked me, "How are you planning to ever pay me back, Jim?" I looked down and said to him, "Charles, $55,000 for you is a drop in the bucket, man! I have no one else I can borrow from and if I do not pay these guys $5,000 today, they'll put me in the ER, maybe the grave!" Charles looked at me with a perplexed expression. We were standing in his kitchen eating sandwiches. Charles was my best friend from college. He is white, blue eyes, blond, a little over 6 feet tall, athletic build from working out every day and, at 25, he had already sold a software company and was worth a few million dollars. I am six inches shorter, half-white and half-Latino, skinny, not athletic, and not as attractiv...

Geek Farm Author's note. This is my first story written for the American reader. It is rather long and covers a wide swathe of life to tell the hero's tale. Please note, this is not an educational document so accept the pieces of info that is not absolutely in line with the latest computer lingo or does not conform to modern farming practices. It is not an educational piece of written porn either. Readers have to be over the age of 18 and I assume they know what happens when people are in love and end up by themselves. Chapter 1 I was drumming on the tank of the bike while waiting for the traffic light to go green. Anger still made made me grind my teeth and while wishing for the light to change I also wanted it to just stay red and force me to sit there. At least I would be halfway between two parts of life I wanted no part of just then. One, my neighbor with his almost maniacal dislikes for me and dogs (mine specifically) and, two, the showdown threatening at work. Why my d...

Carla was only just through the door when she dragged me from the kitchen upstairs to our bedroom. She tore off my clothes, threw me on the bed, but kept her clothes on. She was still in her work outfit...tight white shirt (she slowly undid a few of the buttons as she stood at the foot of the bed teasing me, and revealing, very slowly, her magnificent 34DD tits - her nipples were rifling through not only her pink balcony bra, but the thin white crisp cotton material). She was also attired in a black pleated skirt with a huge split up the right hand side - it was way too risky for work and every now and then anyone would have been able to glimpse the tops of her black fishnet stockings; she lifted her right leg and placed her stilettoed foot on the bed. Her skirt rose high enough for me to see her pink satin panties - they were dripping with her pussy juices. After weeks of inaction in our sex life, Carla was clearly gagging for it and I was delighted, I'd really been struggling t...