After I surprised Jim in my apron and we banged on the couch, I was starved. This time though, I had fucked Jim, instead of him controlling the action. I didn't want to be teased this morning, I was revved up from wearing just the apron. Some guys might not have been into that, but not Jim. He had been open to it. I had fucked him hard and then he had gotten off while fucking my titties. He had said it was his best orgasm of his life, so I'd definitely be giving him more titjobs in the future. Assuming "future" was in the cards; so far so good though.
We had gotten dressed and we went to his car and he drove us to a small diner. Which he said had the best breakfast in town. Sitting in a booth across from each other, the server came over and took our order. I ordered pancakes, hash browns, bacon and OJ. Pancakes, scrambled eggs and coffee for him. I don't much drink coffee unless I'm at work. I get it free from there.
"So do you really like antique stores? I buy almost everything I decorate with or wear in secondhand stores. Most guys don't like shopping, let alone antiquing." I asked.
"I do, and I thought we established that I'm not 'most guys'. I love to look through other people's old junk. Flea markets, antique stores, thrift stores, garage sales, estate sales, I like them all. I've found some truly great comics for basically nothing before. I digitized all of my comics except for some of my very favorite ones because space was becoming an issue. I still wanted to be able to read everything, but I liquidated the collection a few years ago. But I still like to go look for them. Now I mostly just buy to resell them for extra money. Last year, I found a Hulk 181 in a dollar box in an antique store." He said.
I'm familiar with superheroes and the stories, but I'm not expert enough to know every issue. Most of my love for superheroes comes from movies, cartoons, and video games. So I asked him what that comic was.
He explained, "that's the first appearance of Wolverine. I flipped that issue for $1000."
"You sold a comic you bought for a buck for a thousand!?" I exclaimed.
He smiled and nodded saying "that's super rare obviously, but I find $50-100 issues fairly often. It's a fun and easy way to supplement my income. And it's a steadier market than stocks."
"Damn, well yeah. Show me how to find some $1000 comics! I could use that so bad right now. My car has been in the shop for a month. Not that I mind riding the bus, but it's always more convenient to have your own vehicle. I owe $600 to get the repairs finished." I told him.
"Okay, so we've got a goal now of $600. Maybe we can dig up a little treasure to resell and get your wheels back. Totally doable." He said.
I was skeptical about funding a car repair with comic books, but you never know. I'd happily learn about flipping comics and collectibles if it brought in some extra cash. Our orders arrived and we ate our breakfasts and continued to chat about secondhand stores. I told him how I liked them because I prefer decorations with a story more than what you can find at Target or whatever. And I like finding unique clothes at them. He said he'd be happy to take to me to all of his favorite spots, and to go to garage sales once they were in season again. I couldn't believe that I had found a guy that liked to go thrifting! Jim was getting better and better the longer we hung out. Sure, I had my bastard radar on full alert still, but I was becoming more optimistic. Which would be a great time for the universe to pull the rug out. The universe is a dick like that. "Oh you like this guy? Psych! He's got a terrible temper!" Cautious optimism seemed like the best course of action still.
Once we were finished with breakfast (he was right, it probably was the best in town) we went to an antique store that he said was where he had found the best items. It was called "One Man's Trash". We walked around the store looking and laughing at the junk. I found a cow paperweight that was horrendously ugly that I had to have. It was only two bucks and it genuinely awful. Horrible paint job, gross colors, one eye was way bigger than the other. Which made it a have-to-buy. Then we went and started looking through a booth that had some comic boxes in it. Each box said "$1 each or 10 for $8." He said this was where he consistently found the best books. The boxes were each facing the opposite direction. So people could look on each side of the table they were on without getting each others way.
He told me to look for issues of characters I'd recognize, like Captain America, Superman, Spidey etc. and if they had an original price of $0.75 or less, they might be a good one. I wasn't having much luck, the only ones I found that were less than $0.75 were Archie. He said there are a couple of decently priced Archie comics, just not many. I found a couple of Madballs comics that I wanted so my side wasn't a total waste of time. He on the other hand, had a small stack of about 6 or 7 books on his side. As I was getting toward the back end of the box I was looking through, I was having to lean over further to reach. I noticed he was staring at my cleavage and I shook my chest a little once I saw him looking.
He laughed and said "that just makes me want to look more." Which in turn made me laugh. I stuck my tongue out at him and we went back to looking through comics.
After we had gone through almost all of the boxes he said "okay, I think I've stacked up your car here. No super expensive books here, but there's probably enough in the $25-50 range to get it done."
