The Rent A Man Blues
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They were standing in Megan's bedroom. She had
removed some of her clothes from the dresser to make room for some of
his, and crammed hers into the boxes he emptied. They were currently
contemplating the bed.
"I can sleep on the floor," said Bob. "It will be like camping."
of how she was feeling, Megan's response was both truthful and not well
thought out. Her response was curt and businesslike.
"Good," he said too, a little miffed that she was so eager for him to be on the floor. "Now, what else?"
"I don't know," she said, feeling helpless. "You already know
where everything is in the house. Now, I guess we just wait."
"I'll go check on the horses, then," he said.
don't think it's a good idea for him to know about the ranch," said
Megan. She didn't have to explain who "him" was. "If he finds out
about that, he'll think we're rich enough to do this by ourselves."
"We are rich enough to do this by ourselves," said Bob.
"You're rich enough, not me," she said, frowning. "We've been over this before, Bob!"
"I know, and I still think you're being a goof for not letting me help you."
"And what happens if you loan me the money and I can't pay it back some day?" she asked, folding her arms under her breasts.
He examined the expanse of cloth above her arms, not caring, suddenly, whether she knew where he was looking or not.
sure I could think of some way you could pay me back." He realized how
serious he was, and didn't want her to get mad at him for that, so he
forced a grin, as if he had just been kidding.
The problem was
that made her even more antsy as images of him, naked, flowed through
her mind. For some reason, though, in all those images, all he was
wearing were cowboy boots. And that was what saved her, because that
was funny. She let the tension out by laughing.
Now it was Bob who frowned. "It wasn't that funny," he said.
She reached to put her hands on his upper arms, turning him toward the door.
play with your ponies," she said. "Just don't bring a bunch of horse
poop back when you're finished." She stopped, thinking suddenly about
the fact that Bob usually drove a restored 1965 Shelby Cobra. It
looked as expensive as it was. "Hey, what are you going to drive while
"I've got my pickup," said Bob. He was referring to
a 78 Chevy, which was mostly puke green, with one black door and one
red fender. It ran like a top, and he didn't care what it looked
like. It was "the ranch truck."
"We can be a one-car family," said Megan.
"No way I'm being held captive like that," said Bob. "I'll find
something. I'll stop by a dealership on the way home."
"You can't just go buy a car, simply because you're doing this," she complained.
"Why not? I can always sell it when this is all over."
"Men!" she said, darkly, and stomped past him to leave the bedroom.
followed and wandered around the house, looking at things. He'd been
there lots of times, but never under these kind of circumstances. He
had no idea what it was going to be like, but he wanted to be
prepared. He found Raleigh in the den, leaned toward the screen of
"Hey," he said. "What kind of car would you like to have?"
"What?" She turned to face him. "What are you talking about?"
mom says I can't drive the Cobra while I'm here, and she won't let me
drive the ranch truck either. So I'm going to go buy something.
You've got a birthday coming up, right?"
"You're kidding!" she gasped. "Really? You'd buy me a car?"
I'd buy me a car, and then give it to you when I don't need it any
more." He smiled. "But if it just happened to be the kind you'd want,
so much the better."
"A lemon yellow five liter Mustang GT!" she said immediately.
"I was thinking used," he said, smiling.
"Okay, an older one, but in good shape," she said.
"Your mother would kill me," he said.
"Yes, but I'd love you forever and ever," she said, jumping up and running to hug him.
was a good hug ... a much better hug than she intended at first,
wherein she rubbed her body against him in a most passionate way.
"Careful, girl," he said into her hair. "It's just a car."
she said, blushing and jumping away from him. "I just didn't think
we'd be able to afford something for me for a long time."
"Maybe you should go with me to help pick something out," he said.
"Awesome!" she yelled, and dashed out of the room.
went to the computer to turn it off, since she had abandoned it in her
rush, but as he reached for the mouse, he looked at the screen, which
was full of text. The words "hot, dripping pussy" leapt out at him,
hitting him like a ball bat between the eyes, and he peered more
closely at the screen.
It was a story of some kind. He used the
mouse to move things around, and found the title at the top: Fiddling
Around With Uncle Bob, by Lubrican.
"No! You can't read that!"
yelled Raleigh, as she dashed back into the room. She pushed him away
from the computer desk. "That's private." Her fingers flashed and the
screen went blue as she dumped the file.
But Bob had seen the
title, which might be the file name as well. And he was going to be
living here for the next few days. He planned on doing a little
exploring, to see just what Raleigh was reading. She was a big girl,
and almost eighteen, so he wasn't worried about her. But he was
curious. Guys rarely found out what a girl was actually thinking or
fantasizing about, and he wasn't about to miss a chance, especially
with this girl.
"I'm ready to go," she said, nervously, standing back up.
noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt. It was made
obvious by the nipples straining to poke holes in it. He looked away,
sighing. Living with these two women was going to be interesting. No
doubt about that.
dream of owning a Mustang wasn't as ingrained as she had let on. In
fact, she saw at least five cars, all of which produced the squeal
"That one! Ohhh I love that one!" In the end, she chose a five year
old Mini Cooper, which amazed Bob, though he had to admit it was
probably the best choice from the vantage point of economics. It was a
fifteen thousand and change, which was inexpensive, considering it only
had 44,000 miles on it, and was also cheap to insure and operate.
he agreed, Raleigh jumped up and down. Her un-fettered breasts bobbed
in her blouse, which drew the attention of both the salesman and Bob.
But only Bob got a hug.
Raleigh had hugged him before, many
times in fact. But this hug held a passion in it that was different
from her usual happy, glad-to-see-you hug. That passion caused the hug
to be a bit more personal, whether she intended it to be or not. She
plastered her body to his, for example, instead of hugging only with
her upper body, as most hugs are delivered. And because there was full
body contact, the hug felt different to them both, and fanned the
flames of that passion higher. She had also jumped upwards a bit, as
she threw her arms around his neck, and his instinct was to catch her
weight. The easiest, most natural way to do that was for his big hands
to cup her tight, round bottom.
Of course that felt different to
both of them. Her initial "Ohhh thank you Uncle Bob!" was replaced by
her wide-eyed stare into his eyes, their noses almost touching.
Then, so suddenly that neither of them was prepared for it, their lips were pressed warmly and urgently against each other.
"Dude!" sighed the salesman, who was only four or five years older than Raleigh.
broke through into Bob's consciousness, and he suddenly realized what
had happened. He let go of her ass, which let her body sag down enough
to pull her lips from his.
"You're welcome," he said, grinning,
trying to make it look less like the clearly incestuous thing it was.
The salesman was well aware that she was his niece.
also been astonished by the kiss, and delighted in a way that made her
pussy suddenly damp. But she shoved all those amazing, interesting
thoughts aside. She, too, was aware that the salesman was watching.
But there wasn't anything she could say. Instead, she just tried to
get out of the situation.
"Can I drive it home?"
The salesman, who was surveying her with a clearly lusty look, now, said "I have to arrange for financing."
Bob said "How about I just write you a check."
The man looked surprised. They had come in the ranch truck. "I'll have to wait until it clears."
"Never mind," said Bob. "Come on, Raleigh. We've got things to do."
"But I like that one. I thought you said I could have it!" she moaned.
"Come with me, girl!" her ordered, his voice suddenly hard.
She bowed her head. She couldn't have told anyone why. His voice commanded, and she obeyed.
"Now let's not be hasty," said the salesman.
"See you," said Bob, and he pulled Raleigh out of the store.
"Why'd you do that?" she complained, once they were in the car.
"He pissed me off," said Bob.
"But we spent two hours looking at cars. I liked that one!"
"Watch and learn, sweet thing," he said.
went to the bank and Raleigh went in with him. She watched him make a
withdrawal, thought she couldn't hear the conversation. A man in a
suit came from somewhere talked to him about it, but only for a half a
minute. The money was given to him in an envelope, and he did not
count it. He took her back to the truck without any explanation.
Then they drove back to the dealership, where the same salesman approached them, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Decided to do the smart thing?" he suggested.
Bob opened the envelope and took out a wad of cash that made Raleigh's eyes pop.
got $14,500.00 in my hand. That's what I'm offering for the car. If
you don't want to make the sale, we'll take our cash elsewhere."
"But we agreed on fifteen-five!" complained the salesman.
"That was before you suggested I might write you a bad check," said Bob.
"I can't take a thousand dollars off that car!" shouted the salesman. "The owner would kill me!"
"So you're saying no sale," said Bob.
The man eyed the money hungrily.
"I have to call the owner," he said.
"Sorry. We're hungry. Too bad," said Bob. "Come on Raleigh. They don't want our money."
hadn't gotten ten feet before the salesman stopped them. Bob arranged
for the insurance while the salesman filled out the paperwork for the
Twenty-seven minutes later Raleigh drove off in her new car.
didn't have a chance to talk about what had happened. Megan thought
the car was extravagant, and grumbled about that until Bob just left to
go out to the ranch. He told Raleigh to pick him up in time to get
back for supper and she nodded. He couldn't gauge whether she was
upset about the kiss or not.
When she did pick him up, he didn't know what to say. It turned out she broached the subject first.
"You know that hug and kiss we had at the car place?"
He nodded and started to apologize.
"Be sure to do that to Mom when you're pretending to be her husband. It will make her crazy."
jaw dropped. She was so calm about it all! He'd been worried that
he'd ruined everything, but it was obvious she wasn't traumatized by
what had happened.
"Your mom would kill me if I did that."
"I don't think so," she said. "She's always thought the only better man in the world than you was Daddy."
"I don't know about that," he said, skeptically.
"Well, I do."
"She's already mad at me for buying the car."
"That's just because she thinks she's supposed to be," said Raleigh.
"So that kiss didn't scare you?"
"Me? Scared of you? In what universe?" She laughed.
"I'm glad," he said.
"I wouldn't even mind if it happened again," she said, her voice flippant.
He glanced at her. "That would be trouble."
"Some trouble is a lot of fun." She grinned.
seemed to be over her huff at supper. Hamako ignored Bob, which caused
him to sit and contemplate what he was involved in. The Japanese girl
had teased him before, and he was pretty sure she'd do more than just
tease ... if he asked her to. But Raleigh was doing the same thing.
And Megan wouldn't like it if he did anything about either girl.
question was ... why? Technically, both girls were old enough to make
their own decisions, and seek out whatever attention from men they
wanted to. Granted, Raleigh was his niece, but it was in name only.
Sam wasn't her biological father.
So why was Megan obvious about not liking Hamako's advances toward him - even if they were only in fun?
The obvious reason was that she had feelings for him herself.
she'd never shown that side of herself to Bob before. She'd been
friendly, loving even, but he always thought it was just because of
their common relationship with Sam. Now, however, there was suddenly
tension between them.
That tension could be felt that night when
Megan said she was tired, and was going to bed. Bob, who happened to
be playing a board game with Hamako and Raleigh, said he'd try not to
wake her up when he came to bed. The air mattress was on the other
side of the bed from the doorway, but he felt like he could feel his
way in the dark.
And hour later, when he closed the door softly behind him, though, her voice came softly from the bed.
"I'm still awake."
"I thought you were tired."
am," she said, crossly. She turned on her reading light. She was
wearing a plain, white, cotton nightgown. It made her look dowdy, but
he didn't smile.
"Want me to tell you a bedtime story?" he quipped.
"This is insane, Bob," she said. "How did we ever get involved in this crazy scheme?"
not a crazy scheme." He frowned. "Okay, it is a crazy scheme, but
only because you have to lie about it to this guy. It's not crazy that
I play the part. We know each other. We can pull this off better than
you could with anybody else. Tell me I'm wrong."
He saw the
emotion in her eyes then, and suddenly knew Raleigh had been telling
the truth. There was emotion much more deep than pure friendship in
her eyes. And now she was worried that she'd embarrass herself or
something. He held up a finger.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
"What?" She still looked nervous.
"When Sam brought you home ... I was a little jealous of him."
She blinked. "What?" Her voice had risen almost an octave.
miss him. And I know you do too. But it's always been really easy to
be around you, because I liked you then and I like you now. There's
nothing wrong with liking each other."
Now her eyes took on a trapped look, darting to the sides and then back to him.
"What are you talking about?"
just saying that it doesn't need to be weird between us. I mean while
we're pretending to be married. I'm saying that if I need to do
something ... like kiss you, or something ... to make this look real,
then that's not going to bother me at all."
He stopped. She just stared at him, her eyes big and round. Finally he went on.
think the best thing for us to do is just be ourselves and talk things
out. If you're worried about something, then just tell me. We can
talk about anything. I know we can. So there doesn't have to be any
tension between us. Okay?"
She blinked. He let her think. He
contemplated leaving, and sleeping on the couch after all, but stayed.
This needed to be settled, one way or another.
"How come you never got married?" she asked suddenly.
"I think you already know the answer to that," he said in response.
"What do you mean? How could I possibly know that?"
come you never got re-married?" he asked back. When she didn't answer,
he did it for her. "Because you never met anybody who made you want to."
"So you haven't met any women who made you think about that?" she said, her voice neutral.
"I never met any women I felt like it was appropriate to explore it with," he said, his voice also neutral.
"If I let you sleep in the bed with me ... would you try anything?" she asked.
He thought that was an interesting question.
"If I did ... would you let me?"
Suddenly the front of her nightgown had two points on it, where the tips of her breasts were.
"Why do you think I'm making you sleep on the floor?" she asked.
would know? Hamako? Raleigh? That's the other reason you're in here,
mister. Both of them would probably try to sneak into bed with you,
"You know how to make a guy feel good," he said, smiling.
"And you know how to make a woman lose her mind," she snapped.
he said. "So I sense that you're fighting this attraction you have to
me. And that's fine. I don't mind sleeping on the floor. It's only
for a few nights. You can make it through that. I'll help."
Looking angry, she turned the light back off. He lay down on the air mattress.
It took some time, but eventually he heard the even rhythm of her breathing that told him she was asleep.
Only then did he let himself drift off too.
the few remaining days left before Mr. Nakimura arrived, Megan was
frantic, going over her invention again and again. It worked fine, but
she needed something to do, so Bob left her alone. Hamako had nothing
to do until her countryman got here either, and she asked about the
horses and ranch, so he offered to take her and give her the grand
tour. When he said she could ride a horse, she got all excited.
Raleigh immediately said she wanted to go too.
Once there, it
became obvious, at least to Bob, that Raleigh was jealous of Hamako.
It was displayed in the superior attitude she displayed when she showed
off her knowledge about the horses, and how to saddle them and on and
on. Hamako was scared, at first, but once she got up on Wendy, the
mare Bob had chosen for her, she beamed. Bob only walked the horses,
which, of course, Raleigh wasn't interested in. She was on Star, a
gelding, who was feisty. They seemed to like each other, and both
liked to run. So he let them, which gave him a chance to talk to
"So, I thought Japanese girls were all self-effacing and shy. Where did you learn to flirt?"
giggled. "There is a boy named Jonathan. He teased me when I first
came here. It was awful, because I was embarrassed all the time. But
finally I understood he was just teasing, and then it was fun. His
girlfriend helped me learn now to tease him back ... flirt with him.
She even had him kiss me once. But my parents would have a heart
attack if I had a white boyfriend."
"That's too bad," I said. "I bet you're breaking a lot of young men's hearts."
"Now you are flirting with me," she said. She looked sideways at him. Her coy attitude made his penis twitch.
"Are you complaining?"
at all. I love to flirt. But Raleigh doesn't like it when I flirt
with you. She wants you and her mother to fall in love."
"You think so?"
"I know them both pretty well. Raleigh has a ... how do you say ... a crush?"
has a crush on you herself, but she has told me she hopes this
pretending causes things to happen between you and Mrs. Tomlinson.”
She looked embarrassed. "I don't think I was supposed to tell you that."
"It's all right."
"I like Mrs. Tomlinson, and I like Raleigh. I do not want there to be stiffness between us."
He contemplated the "stiffness" he was thinking about at the moment, and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked.
He ignored the question.
"So, if you can't have a white boyfriend, what do you do? Are there many Asian men around here?"
"Actually, there are," she said. "But I didn't come to America to
find a Japanese boyfriend. I can have that at home."
you have some little white boy toys on the side, and your parents are
none the wiser?" He smiled, thinking he'd made a joke.
"Not yet," she said. "I'm afraid if I lose my virginity, my mother will know, somehow."
his jaw dropped. He would never have believed a Japanese girl would
say something like that. Especially to a man, and her elder to boot!
and Star came thundering back, the girl riding easily, her hair flying
and her breasts bouncing. A wide grin split her face.
"She has it so bad for you," said Hamako, giggling.
"I thought she wanted things to happen between me and Megan," he said.
she does," said the interpreter. "But she wants things to happen to
her too. She's also a virgin, you know. We're both curious about what
it will be like."
This time Bob was speechless, staring at the
Japanese girl who had so shattered the stereotypes in his mind about
Japanese girls. And, before he could respond in any way, Raleigh
arrived, the horse skidding to a stop, grass and dirt flying.
thought we came here to ride!" she panted, her cheeks pink and her
breasts heaving. “You two can talk any time. What are you talking
"Brad Pitt," said Hamako, smoothly. "We both think he's hot."
Bob went into a coughing fit, trying to hide his grin.
"What?" Raleigh looked confused.
"So how do you make a horse go fast like that?" asked Hamako. "Like this?"
saw instantly that she'd seen television shows, because her feet, in
the stirrups, went away from the horse and began to swing back inwards
... much too hard. He drew breath to yell, but it was too late. Even
Wendy, as sedate as she was, reacted to both heels slamming into her
flanks. Her front feet came off the ground a good foot and a half, and
she leapt forward. Hamako, not ready for the movement, leaned
backwards dangerously, her arms flailing. She lost the reins in the
process, and then fell forward as her mount took off. Bob saw her grab
the saddle horn and hoped that she could hold on as his own heels
communicated urgency to his animal.
He caught up with her within
ten seconds, which is two seconds longer than a rodeo rider has to stay
on a bucking bronco. What saved her was that her horse wasn't
bucking. It was just running flat out. Rather than try to stop Wendy,
he simply reached for the terrified girl and, wrapping an arm around
her waist, pulled her bodily over and across his lap. In the process,
he got a handful of modest, Japanese breast, firmly encased in a sturdy
bra. Her movement, and his efforts to keep control of her, managed to
get her breast thoroughly mauled before he got his horse slowed and
could drop her onto the ground.
She stood, shocked, looking up
at him. Her right hand came up to cover where his hand had been, but
it was an unconscious move. Her eyes were wide.
"Wow!" she gasped.
saw that Raleigh was chasing down Wendy, who had already slowed, when
she lost her rider. He saw her lean to grab the reins, and wheel the
horse, bringing it back.
"Gently," said Bob, staring down at Hamako.
"Oh," she said. She looked down and saw that her hand was covering her breast. She jerked it away.
"You have to get back on her," said Bob. "If you don't, you'll be afraid of horses forever."
reaction to that was to take hold of the headstall on either side of
Wendy's face and scold her - gently - for "scaring the pee out of me."
Then, with some difficulty, she mounted again and sat, looking from Bob
"Confucius say, our greatest glory is not in never
falling, but in getting up every time we do. Still, maybe running can
wait until my second lesson," she said.
Then, to Bob's astonishment, she looked at Raleigh. "You have to
have him snatch you off a horse someday. You'll love it."
rest of the day was uneventful, by comparison, but as Bob watched the
two girls ride, he couldn't get thoughts of Lady Godiva out of his
mind. He finally gave up and enjoyed the fantasy, figuring that what
the girls didn't know couldn't hurt them.
The problem was that
when they got back to Megan's house, his mind was still primed for sex,
and Megan looked even better to him than the girls did.
"Do I really need to stay here tonight?" he asked.
Megan's stare was flat, almost hostile.
"Are you with me on this or not, Bob?" she asked, her voice in perfect concert with her stare.
"Of course I am," he said. "It's just that I don't see the need to make things harder than they already are."
He was thinking that hadn't come out quite right when he saw her face tighten even further.
"I'm sorry I'm so difficult to live with," she said, acid in her voice.
would never quite be able to articulate why he did what he did next.
It would be a good bet that he didn't understand it himself. But
Raleigh's comment about kissing Megan popped into his head, and that
was clearly the impetus for his action.
It took him only two
long strides to reach her. He saw her eyes open wide in alarm as he
bore down on her. But then his arms were around her, and her face was
pulled to him. His lips almost bruised hers and, for just a few
seconds, both of them looked into each other's eyes in un-focused
wonder at what was happening. Then, as if there was a phantom director
for this mini-movie scene, their eyes closed, and the kiss softened.
His hands pressed her to him with strength that took her breath away.
Her own hands fluttered, but then came to rest, gently, on his waist.
was when he felt his tongue slipping into her mouth that he realized
what he was doing, and pulled back, watching her eyes open again.
There was a mixture of wonder, surprise, and maybe a tinge of fear in
"Yes ... it is difficult living with you," he panted. "But some difficult things are still worth doing."
whispered drew their attention, and their heads swiveled to see both
girls staring at them. Hamako was flushed, while Raleigh was pale, her
"Well ... you told me to!" said Bob, looking at Raleigh.
could have turned out to be very awkward ended up being humorous, when
Raleigh breathed "I changed my mind!" and then had to explain that
she'd never seen anybody kissing her mother at all, much less like she
had just been kissed. She had, of course, seen such kisses in
countless movies, but it was completely different when it was her
mother being kissed.
Hamako thought the whole episode was hilarious, and she started teasing Raleigh.
"You so have a crush on him!"
didn't have a chance to respond to that before her mother said "Who
told you to do that?" to Bob, her hands still on his waist.
not wanting to get into that, said smoothly, "They thought a little
practice might be in order, in case something of the sort is needed
when Mr. What's-his-name is here."
"Nakimura," said Megan, her
voice firming. "And I don't think that will be necessary while he's
here. I don't think the Japanese are big into public displays of
affection." She glared at her translator, and, as if she'd just
discovered where her hands were, pulled them away from Bob's waist.
She stepped back. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Let's not fight again ... honey," said Bob. "Not in front of the children." He grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
stared at him for a long half minute. He let her. At least she wasn't
snarling at him anymore. He began to think about the kiss and realized
it had produced evidence of his arousal. He wondered if she'd felt it
pressing against her as their loins touched during that kiss. Almost
as if she could read his mind, she glanced down at his groin, but her
eyes bounced away almost instantly.
"I agree," she said, her voice calm. "Not in front of the children.”
The rest of the evening was without incident. Again, he stayed up after Megan went to bed.
time, when he crept into her bedroom, her breathing was slow and
steady, signaling she was already asleep. With a sigh, he lay on his
air mattress. He wanted to masturbate, thinking of the three women
under the same roof he was under. But he was sure it would make too
And the last thing he needed was Megan waking to catch him doing that.
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