Brad drove the car through the parking lot of the apartment complex carefully, eyeing the temperature gauge on the car. He had replaced the water pump and thermostat after it had begun leaking and overheating.
It felt good to be a sort of hero, even if what he had done had been small. Marissa had called him, a hysteric sob in her voice, begging if he would help her. She was a single mother scraping a living out of their small town, just like the rest of them. Brad had been happy to help, smiling at the sound of relief in her voice when he agreed to come by in the morning, since neither of them worked.
The work had gone smoothly, with only a single busted knuckle from the wrench slipping. The chill in the air had made that extra painful, and he had sucked at it for a few moments to slow the blood flow. His wife wouldn't approve, talking about how many germs were in the human mouth but he had done it anyways.
He found Marissa's parking spot and slid the car into place, the temperature still reading perfectly. He allowed a bit of pride into his chest and pulled the hood latch to inspect for leaks.
As he got out of the car, a woman with long blonde hair looping in large curls bouncing around her shoulders started toward him from one of the back apartments. She wore a grey hoodie and tight jeans that clung to her legs. Small brown boots with a tall heel propped her up to chin height at best and large rimmed glasses rested on her nose. Pale skin and light pink lips were complimented by large white teeth that revealed themselves excitedly when she opened her mouth to speak. "Is it fixed?"
"I think so, I'm double checking for leaks now that it's hot but, I'm willing to bet it's all fixed."
"Yay!" Marissa said, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands together. Her blue eyes were bright in happiness, "Thank you so much!"
He closed the door and went around to give her the keys but she ignored his hand and wrapped him in a big hug.
Out of habit, his hand went to her ass. His wife and him were huggers and she had told him once, years ago, how she liked him to hold her like that. Five years later and he did it to any female who hugged him when he was caught off guard like Marissa did now. It took him a moment to realize they were both holding the embrace a little long.
His eyes snapped wide and he opened his hand, panic stabbing into his chest, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! It's habit because of my wife-"
Marissa cut him off and over spoke him, the happy glint in her eye and smile never leaving the rose pink lips, "It's fine, no big deal!" she brushed at his chest with a hand. She cocked her hip to one side and put a hand on one cheek of her jeans, "It is pretty nice, sometimes I have to grab it myself. Here, do you wanna grab it again?!"
There was a playful look on her face but he wasn't sure if she was just joking l, or serious, or a little of both. "It is very nice, but I shouldn't. Thank you and thank you for not being offended."
She made a waving motion in the air as if to dismiss the event.
Brad once again offered her the keys and after she took them he went and opened her hood. "Do you have anywhere to be after this? Do you want to come inside for a moment? I've made some lunch for us, since you fixed my car and all."
While inspecting for leaks, Brad said, "No, I'm not in a rush to be anywhere." He looked at her over his shoulder, noticing her tense posture with one foot broke over to one side and her bottom lip clinched between her teeth. "I'll never so no to free food, so sure, I'll come in if you don't mind me smelling like car."
"Yay!" she said, her glasses riding up her nose slightly while she smiled and spoke.
He looked back at the engine of the car, his body supported on his arms. Not finding anything immediately, he pushed his hands into the engine bay, feeling around for tell tale signs of leakage, but he found nothing. Finally, he stood up straight and dropped the hood. "I declare your car officially fixed!"
Marissa threw her hands in the air, revealing the waistband of her jeans and the bare bottom side of her belly for a second and near screamed, "Whooo whoooo!" Her hands went back into the front pocket a second later.
Brad stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying not to ogle Marissa. She was an extremely cute and sexy woman. Was it weird that she wanted to feed him? Was it even weirder that he had touched her ass by a kind of accident? Their eyes met and locked, unblinking. He hoped he was smiling, at least in his eyes, instead of letting the normal scowl fall on his face. He had a resting scowl that more than one person had told him made him look angry.
Without breaking eye contact, Marissa shivered then sucked the corner of her lower lip into her mouth and popped her ankle back out. A stronger shiver overwhelmed her and she was forced tk close her eyes through it. When they burst open again, they were bluer, like the color of the sky just before dusk.
He gave her just a moment to recover then spoke to break the silent stretch between them, "Would you mind if I used your bathroom?"
"Of course not! Come on in, we have lunch to eat anyway."
Brad gestured with a hand for her to lead the way and she started back towards her apartment. He followed and his eyes immediately fell on her round behind, the waistband of her sweatshirt riding on top of her jeans. Her hips swayed with every step.
He felt the tension in himself build as his cock twitched and surged. It filled his left pant leg, swelling to a pulsating hardness.
The swish of her blonde curls was all of the warning Brad had as she looked over her shoulder at him. He looked up in a panic but she held her lip between her teeth and wore a sultry, knowing smile.
She knew he had been staring. She had wanted him to stare, and now she had caught him.
In a split second he had a choice to make. He could either own up to it, boldly and unashamedly and make a comment to that affect to show that confidence; or he could be ashamed and apologize and make the entire situation awkward.
Decision made, Brad said, "You really do have a nice ass, I couldn't help myself after you offered to let me touch it to at least actually look."
Marissa blushed and looked forward and said, "Thank you, I was hoping you would enjoy the view."
Brad decide not to comment further. Instead he went back to looking at her from behind.
Shadows fell across them both when they walked under the stairs that lead to the second story apartments. An ominous feeling slid over him. Like being led into a lion's den and he realized he may very well be going into a lioness's den.
He shrugged. Surely he could extricate himself if necessary. It would be fine. Besides, there was food.
Marissa paused, twisted her door knob and had to throw her hip into her door in order to open it. It was a cute, 'tiny but mighty', kind of move. The open door revealed a clean apartment that smelled of flowers but he couldn't place the exact smell. Not that he knew flowers. White carpet leapt up to greet his eyes and Marissa held the door open for him.
Entering, he tried not to stare around the apartment like an inspector but some things were instantly noticed. To his left was the living room with a white vinyl couch on the wall in front of him. Immediately to his left, opposite the couch was a black entertainment stand with a flat TV. Between them was a brass coffee table with a glass top, clean of any smudges or clutter.
Directly in front of him was a dark hallway and at the end was a bathroom, bathed in light blue. Sunlight filtered through, a blue shower curtain with leaping dolphins along the sides.
To the right of the hallway was the kitchen. A light was on in there, overflowing the three quarter wall that held back the counters. The back wall of the kitchen held the cabinets and refrigerator, all sitting on linoleum floor of white. Immediately to the right of him was a dining area with a round glass tabletop and three chairs. In contrast to all of the light colors, the table was black, but it too was clean and smudge free.
He started down the hallway towards the bathroom and hoped he hadn't stared too long at things. In truth he was extremely impressed. Marissa kept a clean house. Of the single mothers he had met, that had not been the case, most were overwhelmed with their children and their jobs and the chaos of life. Her place was nearly pristine.
There were two doors on each side of the hallway and he glanced at them as he walked, the floor squeaking under him despite the carpet. The first one to the left and both to the right were closed. The last one on the left was open and more light flowed through this room than any other. Looking in, just before he went into the bathroom, he saw a purple bedspread and a window nearly as wide as the whole wall.
After doing his business, Brad came back out to the main area and found the table set for two and a casserole dish with steaming pasta and cheese. "Wow, you weren't kidding about making lunch were you?"
Marissa had been in the kitchen and came out with two glasses, each with a brown liquid that he guessed was sweet tea.
"Nope, it's the least I can do since you saved me like, five hundred dollars, maybe more." She sat the drinks down with a clink and took a seat for herself. He took one opposite her and within a few minutes they both had a plate full of food and were chewing. It was delicious with Marinara sauce layered with Mozzarella and cheese. He enjoyed every bite, eating slowly and enjoying the moment to look at her.
