Leslie's husband had been locked up for a year of his eight-year sentence when Leslie decided to move in with an old friend of hers, a guy nearly fifteen years her senior, Robbie. Within weeks she had developed a whole new appreciation for air conditioning. She knew Robbie's house didn't have AC before she moved in and thought she could tough it out, but as the dog days of summer approached, Leslie was starting to regret her decision to move in. The rent they had agreed on was cheap, but she was still having problems coming up with the money, and she wanted to invest the money she did have in a window AC unit.
It was the hottest part of the day, 98° in the shade outside, and nearly 85° in the living room where Leslie and Robbie sat, which was the coolest room in the house. Robbie was at his computer in the far corner of the room, while Leslie was sitting in a recliner trying to spread her limps so the fan blowing on her would cool as much of her skin as possible. She barely had any clothes on. Leslie was wearing a short pair of cutoff jean shorts, that were so short the front pockets were longer than the legs. When she stood up the bottoms of her ass cheeks were exposed. The wife-beater she had on was so old it was practically see-through and the thin fabric strained to contain her DD tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her dark pink areolas were faintly visible through the thin fabric, her nipples were poking out slightly, indicating she was probably thinking about sex.
Leslie was watching daytime trash TV. Robbie had never gotten cable, choosing instead to watch the local over-the-air channels. When the reception started to fade Leslie whined, "Robbie, fix the TV. I don't want to move."
"Fix it yourself," Robbie replied, clearly irritated with Leslie. "I'm busy."
"Busy?" Leslie asked, sitting up in the chair to look over at his desk. "Doing what?"
"Don't worry about it," Robbie replied, quickly standing up and going to fix the TV. "Just stay there, I'll fix the TV."
Leslie laughed a little. "What's up with you?" she asked. "I wasn't going to look, I was going to the TV, but now I'm curious."
"If you must know I'm looking at porn," Robbie replied after he fixed the reception and was going back to his desk.
"Oh, is that all?" Leslie asked, sitting back in the chair like before. "I don't care about that. Eli used to look at porn all the time."
"Even with you around?" Robbie asked.
"Sometimes," Leslie replied.
They both went back to what they were doing, neither paying any more attention to the other. After about ten minutes the TV began acting up again. "When are you going to get cable?" Leslie asked.
"When are you going to pay rent?" Robbie shot back.
"I have most of the money," Leslie told him, "but I wanted to talk to you. I was thinking maybe I could use it to buy a window AC."
"I need the rent money, Leslie, "Summer is almost over anyway," Robbie replied.
"Yeah, but..."
"No, I need the money. You never paid last month's rent, and this month is due. How much do you have?"
"I dunno, like, fifty-five dollars," Leslie replied.
"That's not even a quarter of what you owe me," Robbie said, becoming more upset. "That's not enough for a window AC either."
"I could try to find a used window unit so we could at least be cool. I'm tired of sweating in here. Look, I've got sweat running down my cleavage," Leslie said, looking down and pointing at a bead of sweat as it disappeared between her breasts.
This was enough to get Robbie to look away from his computer and over at Leslie. "Yeah, Leslie, I see your tits. It's kinda hard not to when you put them on display. Why do you think I'm over here looking at porn? You're a prick tease. By the way, you need to wear more clothes when Holly comes over. She's been complaining that you dress like a slut," he told her, turning his chair to face her and folding his arms across his chest.
"I am not a prick tease. I dress like this because I'm fuckin' hot," Leslie replied, trying not to become irritated. "And Holly of all people said I dress like a slut? Then what does she dress like?"
"Holly's my girlfriend, and a stripper. She comes over from work dressed like a stripper that's ready to fuck. And seriously, not a prick tease? Leslie, I can see your nipples. When you stand up I can see your ass. If you're not a prick tease, then what are you?" Robbie asked her matter of factly.
"I'm fuckin' horny! Maybe I want to get fucked too!" Leslie yelled at him. "I've only been laid, like, three times since Eli went to prison, and the last time was over six months ago. My pussy is always wet."
So, because you're horny, I have to be horny?" Robbie asked, standing up. "If you're not going to put out, doesn't that make you a prick tease?"
When Robbie stood up Leslie could see the outline of his dick in his jeans. He looked huge. Leslie would never have thought he was that big. "I don't know. Who said I wouldn't put out? Besides you're with Holly, wouldn't it be weird," she answered, staring at his crotch.
"Are you wet now?" Robbie asked her.
