The boys are in for a crude awakening. Margo breaks out the oil.
*
"Dude! That's too heavy."
Heath Talbot warned his friend and fellow roommate Brian Hancock of the added weight he was lifting, while utilizing the weight machine in Coach Darryl Needy's fitness room. Why join a gym when you have one at home? Between the gym and the Coach's wife they had all the exercise they needed.
"I can handle it. Stop worrying Bubba." Brian strained in heaving a respectable 380 pounds. He was well aware of the risk but had been lifting 320 when he was in High School. Of course, that was over a year ago. Even though he still remained active by helping his dad cut down and core trees in the area he was still in good shape. All four roommates were pretty buff. What was a meager 60 pounds more right? Ah...ego. "SONUVABITCH!"
"I told you moron." Heath grimaced at hearing Brian cry out in agony at the top of his lungs. Pulling a muscle in his shoulder made him drop the weights in a deafening crash. Even in pain Brian found the strength to flip off Heath. "You never listen Bro."
"Bite me Talbot. Fuck that hurt, just a muscle but crap it's throbbing hard."
"Did I hear you say something was throbbing?" They note the timely arrival of their sexy hot landlady Margo Needy who had been three rooms away watching Top Chef on the family room television when she heard the loud bang.
"Dufus here lifted too much weight and pulled a muscle. No, not his love muscle, just his shoulder. Whiney bitch. Him, not you!" Heath laughs.
"There is a God." She snickered fanning her face with her hand at the safety of Brian's penis. Seeing his expression her thoughts shifted to motherly instinct, "Poor baby. Do you need to go see a doctor? I'm sure Heath would take you into town if necessary."
"Like hell I will. I told him not to do it. Just pack some ice on the pussy."
Margo pouts shuffling to Brian's side as he still sat on the bench frowning at Heath's reaction, "Stand up and stretch carefully." Brian rises to tower over her wincing in his attempt to stretch, but the pain persisted to torment him. "Maybe not." She fidgets, "Heath's right we should put ice on that. You go relax as best you can on the sectional, I'll go get an ice pack."
"She said SEXtional." Heath chuckles as Margo winks at him on the way through.
"My sectional need I remind you. Let's avoid having sex on it, cleaning suede is not fun." She scowls as she passes by Heath. He reacts to her close proximity by slapping her ass cheek hard. Wearing only a pale pink G-string and a cut off hot pink t-shirt revealing most of her belly, she yelped and wore his handprint proudly. With a sheepish pout over her shoulder, she continued on her mission. Even Brian had to admit that watching her tight heart shaped ass took his pain away, if only temporarily.
"Best fitness guru ever." Heath grins at Brian. "Right pussycat?"
"Keep it up I'm gonna punch your ass out."
"With what arm? Ohh, your knitting arm. You swing with that you might hit me sometime in the next week." Heath chuckles walking backwards to return to his own workout. In doing so he overlooks an obstacle in his path and literally stumbles backwards over a medicine ball. Who leaves one of those out? Blame it on Elliot leaving it there before he went off to Paris. Landing on his back one leg up over the ball he snaps, "DAMMIT!"
Brian busting up at Heath's misfortune leads Heath into cursing, "Fuck you Hancock." He quickly realized the fall had strained his own back muscles. A two for one special at Club Needy.
"Serves you right for mocking me. Karma's a bitch Bro."
"Yeah, yeah! I hear you Dickhead. I'll survive until work tomorrow when I'm reaching to paint trim on the job." He rises to his knees, lingering there while holding his back with both hands. He looked queer in that position.
"No shit! I won't be lifting wood cores for a few days if this still hurts tomorrow. Climbing trees won't be easy either. I might have to let my stepsisters take care of me." He laughs at the thought.
"Which one?"
"All three."
"Thought you had four."
"Fourth one doesn't count. She's got a year more before I tap that ass. Almost seventeen."
"Smart man for someone stupid."
"Says you! Take a dose of your own medicine, Ball Baby."
"I used to think MJ was really hot. Still is, but after tapping Margo, the younger girls just aren't as appealing. Maybe I've always liked older women. Hell, I still have a crush on Mrs. Filmore my old Spanish teacher."
"Francine Fannie Filmore? Feelmore Fannie?" Brian snickers, "Yeah, for her late 30's she is pretty hot still, in a young redheaded Kim Basinger kind of back in the day way."
"I should have hit on her. I bet she would have bit on my big boy."
"Bit it off you mean. Before or after her husband Deputy Riley Filmore shot you in the ass? Wildwood PD at it's finest."
"Wildwood DP. I heard Fannie was into that. Dammit! Why didn't I corner red and tap her hASScienda."
"Never too late. Stop by the school and let her know how your dick feels about her."
"Yeah? Maybe." Heath winces.
"Where the fuck is Momma Margo?" Brian grumbled, "There's a fucking freezer with cubes down here."
"Yes," Margo arrives as he spoke up, "But, the icepack was upstairs from Elliot's skateboarding accident. It was never brought back down here."
"Got two packs?" Heath looks up chuckling.
"One for my blazing bottom thanks to you?" She winks.
"Nope. I tripped over the bad medicine ball. My back's got a nasty twinge."
"My helpless children. I swear. Mommy is here for you." She shakes her head smirking, "How bad is the back pain? Scale of 1-10."
"Six. Just need the kinks out is all."
"Mmmm! Six and kinky. Music to my ears." She sticks her tongue out at him.