"Shit," he said with a sigh as he wove through traffic on the interstate, trying to get off the freeway. "I'm so fucking lost."
Lucas growled lightly in his throat, his eyes flying around to find a street sign SOMEWHERE that would magically tell him where he needed to be. Columbus was a fucking maze. He still wasn't sure which town or district, or whatever the hell these people called it, he was even in. He did knew that he was out of Reynoldsburg, and that sign said left to Obetz....
"Fuck damn it," he threw up his hands, his head collapsing lightly against the steering wheel of his truck.
Lucas Tervail was 23 and just out of college, having graduated from De Vry up in Chicago. He had been eager as hell to get as far away from home as possible after college. Being close to home during school had been tough, but his parents had paid for it, leaving him little choice in the matter.
He hadn't made it far, but the hundreds of miles seemed good enough for him. The drive hadn't been bad, except for the fifty-two mile circle that was the I-270. That monstrosity enclosed all of Columbus and several other cities, both in whole and in part.
He had come in between Dublin and Westerville on the 71, following the mile markers up in number from there past Reynoldsburg. It ran through a forest that surrounded both sides of the interstate. A forest inside the city. He was seriously wondering if the city planners had been drunk when they designed the interstate system.
He looked up just in time to see the light flash from red to green. Lucas took it as permission to punch the accelerator and go the only way he could go without getting back on that damned circle. Or getting lost in a whole other city. Right.
He kept moving his eyes quickly, bumping over train tracks before he passed a sign that said 'Crew Training Field'. "Well, there's work," he muttered, finally knowing that he was in the right area. "Now where's Williams?"
No sooner were the words out of his mouth then he saw the sign alongside the road by a small shopping center that told him the next cross street was exactly what he was looking for. "Finally! Almost there."
He turned right, grinning widely as the sign for the apartment complex came into view just a short ways up the road. Alum Creek Apartments. His new home.
The building seemed out of place, towering above the houses around it. Surrounded by houses that were no more than two stories at best, it rose up six floors and squatted on half of the block. It was a red brick building, age showing on the masonry, and appeared to be shaped slightly like an I.
Lucas pulled his truck into the parking lot and found a spot right in front of the main entrance. A window that said 'OFFICE' on the placard hanging in it was just to right of the front door. He stepped out of the truck, shaking out his legs to get some feeling back in them.
He was fairly tall, not much under six foot, and broad shouldered. Lucas had majored in Sports Medicine. The more nerdy book-smart side of sports. As such, he had spent more time in the library than in the gym. He wasn't overly muscular, but he had managed to stay fit.
He stepped away from the truck, a relieved smile sparking his steel gray eyes. His light brown hair, cut short, came down in short side burns, just barely halfway down his ears.
The simple white tee hugged his torso tight, making him seem more muscular than he was. His jeans fit tight at the waist and relaxed the rest of the way down, giving his legs room to breath.
Lucas buzzed in at the door. A cool, feminine voice came from the speaker box to greet him, albeit shortly, before remotely opening the door. He stepped through and turned immediately right into the Manager's office where he was able to put a face to the voice.
"Leslie, right?" he asked, holding out his hand to take hers, giving it a quick shake. "We spoke on the phone a few times."
"I remember," she replied coolly, as if drawing insult from an unnecessary reminder. "Four times, to be precise," she went on pointedly.
"Five, actually," he retorted, a small smile on his lips. He always loved to screw with the know-it-all bossy types. "But I just breathed heavily and hung up."
No sign crossed her face to say if she got the joke. She just stared at him.
He cleared his throat, shuffling slightly. Had someone actually done that? Had he just sunk himself into a very bad place to be?
Lucas looked over Leslie in glances, waiting for her to finally say something. She appeared to be in her late 20's. A quick glance said she wasn't married, but that finger did appear to be a little thinner where a ring would have been.
She was only slightly curvy-or maybe her unflattering clothes made her look that way?-but pretty busty. Leslie looked like a pleasant handful, except...
"Mr. Tervail, my eyes are up here," she said sharply, a cool eyebrow arched at him.
He cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump that had developed as his face turned crimson. He elected for silence, knowing there was no chance of back peddling from that one.
"Now, can we focus on the paperwork?" she asked, though it was more of a 'pay the fuck attention' kind of demand.
As he signed the lease, an old adage floated through his mind in an ironic sort of way. Home Sweet Home.
Lucas peered around the stack of boxes in his arms, fumbling with the doorknob. Again.
He had managed to prop open the security door-though Leslie kept glaring at him each time he went through-but as for keeping his own door open, one only tempted trouble so far.
"Oh, let me get that for you," a deep baritone said from somewhere on the other side of a Home Depot box, the door clicked as the knob turned and the top box was lifted from the stack in his arms almost instantly.
Lucas sighed in relief as he rolled his shoulders, glad for the reprieve. "Thanks, man," he said, earning a shrug and a grin before following the stranger in.
"So, you're the new neighbour," the man said, setting the box down on the floor. "I'm Bill. 405, right there," he said, pointing towards their adjoining wall. "Hope you're better than the last guy. Who the fuck cranks oldies?" he said with a slight sneer and a shake of his head.
Lucas laughed slightly, setting his load down on the kitchen counter. He regarded his surprise visitor with a quick eye, trying to figure him out.
Bill was a short, stocky kind of guy, maybe a few inches over five foot, but built kind of like a truck. Probably not much either side of Lucas' own age. Long hair, pulled back in a pony, nice enough looking guy, but the way he dressed.... Lucas was starting to wonder if he played for the other team.
"Oh, this is my girlfriend, Vanessa."
Or maybe not.
Vanessa was one of those girls you couldn't miss in a crowd of models, despite being much shorter than them. Five foot nothing bombshell blonde beauty, a cute smile that she flashed with no reservations and a beautiful body she showed off with no care. Short cut shirt, skin tight short-shorts, and a body that strained them both. A sneeze would be all it took to let the secret out.
"Hi Vanessa, I'm Lucas," he said, stepping forward to shake her hand. Until she stepped further to give him a hug. Lucas couldn't help but feel a sick satisfaction in just how friendly she was. Didn't even make him create an excuse to touch, just gave it up like nothing.
"It's nice to meet you," she said excitedly, pressing her tight body against Lucas'. He was in danger of her feeling his rising arousal, and it wasn't going to take long. "But he's not my boyfriend, he's my brother. Just really over protective," she said with the sweetest smile, her arms wrapped around Lucas' neck still.
"I can't imagine why," he said sarcastically, giving her a shaky smile back. He held back a sigh as she let go. Tenting would soon become an issue.
"Just a lot of creeps, you know?" Bill said, not catching the sarcasm. "Gotta look out for my sister." He laughed as if he had made a joke, putting an arm over her shoulder.
Which brought Lucas back to thinking he might actually be....
"I have an idea. My girlfriend is coming over tonight for dinner. You should join us! You're new in town right? Gotta have friends." He smiled with a raised brow, his arms held out as if to say 'Can't find any better than right here.'
Lucas so confused. This guy put off the right vibe, how could Lucas keep calling it wrong? Maybe he was still in the closet.
"Oh, that would be great!" Vanessa nearly squealed, throwing herself at Lucas again. He grunted at the impact, aware of how close she was making herself. "I think it would be great for you to make friends with us," she said in a more normal tone, her voice turned to honey.
He suppressed a shiver; her voice was throaty and lustful and she just seemed to be speaking normally!
Lucas simply nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat again. He was rock hard and pressing right against her belly, just below her navel. Lucas silently hoped she didn't notice it, or just thought it was his belt buckle.
"Great, we'll see you tonight then," she said in the same tone as before, though he swore he felt her grind herself against him before she turned and made for the door, pausing just outside the door to call for Bill. "Come on, we still have to go to the store!" she said to him in her sing song voice. He stared after her in disbelief, unable to accept that she had just done that.
Bill gave Lucas a nod and a wave before following his sister out. He walked past her, leaving her behind to flash a wink at Lucas before disappearing as well, shattering his disbelief like a rock through glass.
Lucas made short work of the rest of his belongings. He brought the box spring of his mattress through the front door where he kicked the doorstop out of the way. He let the security door close and finally ended the constant glare directed at him by Leslie.
He climbed the stairs, huffing and puffing in exhaustion, stopping at the Third Floor landing to pause for a moment to catch his breath. Lucas set the box spring down against a wall before he leaned back to rest against another wall.
As he fell backward against what he would soon realise was the door, it swung open and smacked into him. Hard. He fell back at an angle, a strangled gasp as he hit the wall, then a short scream as he kept titling for the stairs going down.
He shot a hand out for the rail, just barely catching himself before he would have hit the stairs. Lucas sighed in relief, pulling himself back up onto the landing.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" a woman asked him, stepping towards him with panic in her eyes, her hands grabbing at him and inspecting him as if she were trained to. "Not dizzy, nothing sore?" she went on, peeling back his eyelids with her thumbs.
"No, I'm okay, really," Lucas said, taking her hands in his and pulling them gently from his face, a slight laugh in his tone. Comical in hindsight at least. His shoulder was strained from the awkward catch, but his own degree in Sports Medicine was enough for him to handle that.
"I am so sorry, I was just in a rush and frustrated and I wasn't paying any attention," she rambled apologetically, barely pausing for breath. "It's just my asshole of a husband and my disrespectful son, love him as I do, and that bimbo girlfriend of his, and-oh listen to me, rambling on about my problems while your hurt and you don't even know who these people are, why am I making you think so poorly of them? Where are my manners, I'm Rebecca," she said in a tirade that only took seconds, almost throwing her hand out in front of her to shake Lucas'.
Lucas still stood there, dumbfounded, trying to understand the slough of words that had just assailed him. It took a moment for her name to finally click. He shook his head, focusing again, then took her hand in his. "I'm Lucas. Just moved in to 403."
Rebecca wasted no time in giving a full introduction of herself. She lived in 303 with her husband, Mark, who collected welfare and drank all day, as she was only too eager to tell. She was an RN at Mt Caramel East, one of the prominent hospitals in the area. Her sons name was David. He attended OSU and lived on campus with his 'trashy whore' girlfriend, Bianca.
"...And they are supposed to be here for dinner, but, of course, that bitch is pitching a fit about one thing or another, and this lazy asshole wants more beer, I was going to go to the store and get some, and a box of wine for myself, Lord knows I need it before the Princess finally relents and they come over."
Lucas was slowly starting to get used to her rambling way of talking, though he was sure he might be missing a few words from the onslaught.
"Well, I hope things work out for you," he said politely, hoping that was the right thing to say to that. It was hard to understand someone who seemed capable of saying a thousand words in a single sentence and all in under a minute.
"Thank you dear, you're such a sweetheart," she said warmly, stepping close and wrapping her arms around him in a motherly embrace. It was of course, at that moment, that he became aware that although this woman was twice his age, her body did not show it.
Large, firm DD's pressed against his chest, her hourglass figure accommodating his arms wrapped around her just above her waist. As his head came over her shoulder, he could see a nice round ass covered by her tight jeans.
The term 'MILF' seemed appropriate. She had aged very well.
"Well, I am gonna go," she said as she let go of him, a strange smile curving her lips. "You finish up and take care of that." She seemed to glance down slightly at the end before smiling wider, an understanding look on her face.
He became suddenly aware of how his jeans were fitting, a certain over-excited part of his anatomy straining the fabric. Again. She turned and walked down the stairs, leaving him with his embarrassment as she left.
Lucas adjusted himself before he grabbed the box spring and made his way up the last couple flights to the Fourth Floor landing, this time opening the door himself and without incident.
It only took him a few minutes to have his bed completely set up except for the blankets. He fell back onto it and sighed in relief, grateful to be able to sleep on something other than the bench of his truck. It had only been the one night, but it had been a long night.
He heard her words again as he lay there, 'finish up and take care of that'. Only this time, it seemed like an expectation, like she wanted him to do it. This time, it was in Vanessa's sweet, sensual, erotic tone.
"Fuck it," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling his stiff manhood out into his palm. Between Vanessa and Rebecca and even Leslie, he was feeling pent up with visual stimulation. He grabbed a hand towel off the top of a nearby box and settled back to take care of himself.
He imagined the feel of Vanessa pressing every bit of herself against him. Her arms stretched up until she was on her toes to drape her arms around his neck.
His door swung open, the creak the only warning he had before a soft gasp brought his attention. The object of his lust stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and filled with his manhood. "I knocked and you didn't answer, I just wanted to say that dinner will be in a cou-"
She got no further. Lucas came off the bed and grabbed her, pulling her up in the air and against him. His lips meet hers roughly, then sensually. Vanessa didn't even resist. One moment she was limp, the next she came alive, a ravenous lust making her feel at every inch of him she could.
Vanessa started to pull his shirt off as he backed up, sitting on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against his exposed shaft with her hips. Lucas lifted his arms to free himself from the shirt, ripping her shirt off with no care if it actually did rip or if it came off over her head.
He met her large perky tits with lips and tongue, taking one of her rock hard nipples between his lips. Lucas flicked his tongue against it, nipping at the sensitive nub with a coo of approval from her.
She ground hard against him, building him up to release, the head of his nine inch cock covered in sticky pre-cum that was also on her belly.
Vanessa leaned close, her lips against his ear as she whispered. "I want you to fuck me." Her throaty growl did him in.
He reached for the hand towel to catch his load, his shirt sweat soaked from the exertion. Lucas panted as he shook slightly, cumming hard into the towel. He pulled his hands away from his slowly softening manhood, then tossed the towel into the clothes hamper he had dropped by the door.
"Score!" he said, still panting slightly, putting his now limp dick back into his jeans and deciding to fish out a clean shirt. It was almost time for dinner and he had a strong urge to bring fantasy to reality.
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