The Rent A Man Blues

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

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."

Because of how she was feeling, Megan's response was both truthful and not well thought out. Her response was curt and businesslike.

"Good."

"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.

"I 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.

"I'm 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.

"Go 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 he's here?"

"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.

Bob 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 their computer.

"Hey," he said. "What kind of car would you like to have?"

"What?" She turned to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"Your 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?"

"No, 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.

It 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."

"Sorry," 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.

He 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.

He 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.

Her 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.

When 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.

That 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.

Raleigh had 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.

He 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.

“I've 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."

They hadn't gotten ten feet before the salesman stopped them. Bob arranged for the insurance while the salesman filled out the paperwork for the sale.

Twenty-seven minutes later Raleigh drove off in her new car.

They 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."

His 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.

Megan 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.

The 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.

But 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."

"I 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?"

"It's 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.

"I 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?"

"I'm 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.

"I 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?"

"How 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.

"Propriety's sake?"

"Who 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, otherwise."

"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.

"Okay," 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.

In 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 Hamako.

"So, I thought Japanese girls were all self-effacing and shy. Where did you learn to flirt?"

She 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?"

"Not 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?"

I nodded.

"She has a crush on you herself, but she has told me she hopes this pretending causes things to happen between you and Mrs. Tomlinson.”

"Really!"

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."

"So 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."

Again, 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!

Raleigh 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.

"Oh, 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.

"I 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 about anyway?"

"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?"

Bob 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.

Bob 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."

Hamako's 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 to Raleigh.

"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."

The 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.

He 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.

It 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 her gaze.

"Yes ... it is difficult living with you," he panted. "But some difficult things are still worth doing."

Something whispered drew their attention, and their heads swiveled to see both girls staring at them. Hamako was flushed, while Raleigh was pale, her mouth open.

"Well ... you told me to!" said Bob, looking at Raleigh.
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What 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!"

Raleigh 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.

Bob, 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.

Megan 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.

This 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 much noise.

And the last thing he needed was Megan waking to catch him doing that.

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