Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is for entertainment purposes only.
Note: I've had Ch. 2 sitting around for a few days and figured I'd share it. This, and Running With a Goddess will both continue relatively soon.
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Ever since I had been hit by a car, not just any car, but a car driven by Halsey, my life has been different. It's been different in the way that I've been living with Halsey since I got out of the hospital. She's been true to her word; she's been taking great care of me, and she's paid every expense that has come my way. And she's been doing it with a smile.
The only negative I can think of so far is that I've been very slow to mend. I'm up and walking again, but I can't do much else. I still can't do more than walk around the house, and I can't even think of working or exercising yet. At the moment, I'm more or less a large toddler that can make his own food. Halsey has been worried about what to do with me when she goes on tour for her new Manic album.
"I don't want to just leave you here, you know, just in case something happens," Halsey says as she opens a Truly hard seltzer and joins me on the couch. "And I'm not sure you'd appreciate going on tour with me."
"So what are you thinking?" I ask as I take a sip from her drink and give it back. "Are you going to get me a babysitter?" I ask with a chuckle.
"I wouldn't say a babysitter so much as a friend who'll check on you once in a while," she corrects me, absentmindedly playing with my hand while we watch TV.
"Oh, so a dog sitter?" I ask, looking her full on. "Are you serious?"
"Oh relax. You're not a dog!" Halsey says, meeting my eyes. "It'll make me feel so much better if I know you're okay."
"I can just text or call you and tell you that I am," I point out.
"But you lie all the time. Not about everything, just about the shape you're in." She's not wrong. "And you're going to love Jade. She's adorable and super hot."
"What's her being super hot have to do with anything?" I scoff, pretending to be insulted.
"Nothing, but it doesn't hurt," Halsey plays back with a light smile. "She'll stop by today so you can meet her, and so I can run through my sitting instructions with her. She'll be staying the night, so I hope you get along."
The rest of the day was absolutely average. Halsey and I just lazed around the house. She worked out, I watched TV. She packed, I read a book. She rehearsed, I watched. At 7:00, the doorbell rang. I never saw Halsey run so fast in her life.
"Jade! It feels like it's been so long!" I hear Halsey gush, but I don't see 'Jade.'
When Halsey does come into view with her friend, I have to do all I could not to stare. The two of them were gorgeous on their own, but together I think I'm having a fever dream.
Halsey and Jade are about the same height, and muscularly built from workout and dancing lifestyles. I wasn't prepared for Jade's exotic beauty, with her curly hair, her genie-like figure and cute freckles. Either of these girls could drive me to do terrible things, given I was in the shape to do them.
"Hi. You must be Ashley's friend," Jade says with a warming smile, offering her hand to me once I was within reach."
"I am. You must be Jade," I respond in kind, trying to keep my eyes on hers and not on her bountiful chest.
"Yep. I'll be house sitting for Ash while she's gone." Jade sits on the couch next to me, and Halsey sits on Jade's other side. "I hope that doesn't bug you."
"You're here for the house, not for me," I say, not trying to sound helpless or hostile. "It'll be nice to have company, I think."
"I think we can have fun," Jade smiles and turns her attention to the TV. I had no idea I was going to be stuck on the couch with Halsey herself, and her incredible dancer friend. I had heard of Jade Chynoweth before from Halsey, but I didn't put it together until I saw her.
"Well I suppose I should start getting ready for bed," Halsey says and stands up. Jade and I both watch as Halsey links her fingers together and stretches over backwards, her tits pointing to the ceiling.
"Damn," Jade says with a husky voice, her lust unmistakable.
"I never get tired of watching that," I admit allowed.
"Take a cold shower, you two," Halsey laughs and saunters off.
"A bit early for bed, don't you think?" Jade asks, running a hand through her thick, curly brunette hair.
"She's got to be to the airport super early, so I'm not surprised she's headed off now," I say as I turn back to the TV. " I'll be up for a while, though," I subtly point out, curious to see what Jade does with it.
"Oh shit! Ash forgot to give me her house sitting instructions!" And just like that, I watch Jade shoot up off the couch and jog off across the room. I watch her juicy ass bounce until she's out of view.
Jade is gone for a while. Longer than it should take her to check on house sitting instructions. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I slowly, carefully pick myself up off the couch.
By the time I'm to the end of the living room, I can hear music down the stairs. Ever so slowly I climb. The speed of my ascent mixed with the loud music ensures I won't be heard. I feel like a boy sneaking up on a girls' slumber party.
Halsey's door is open a crack, and I peek inside without making a sound. The music is so loud, only performers like themselves could be comfortable with it. They're both in their pajamas, rehearsing a dance number Halsey will be doing for her Manic tour.
Halsey could have no better friend than Jade Chynoweth go over it with her. The two have worked together before, and Jade is a very accomplished dancer for being only 21 years old.
The music hits a pause and Halsey sheds her pajama pants. She's just in black panties and an oversized t-shirt. Her large breasts look delicious, sweat beads visible on her cleavage, the damp shirt teasingly hiding her nipples.