Author's note: Thanks to Anora/MorbidOrb for feedback and help.
This story / series takes part after the events of The New Tenant Part 1-9. It will still be NTR in my opinion, but quite different from the regular style you see here abouts.
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It felt like it had been ages since the last time I had lifted weights. I usually preferred doing sports, martial arts in some form, and other sorts of activity, but the local gym was more often open than not. It was a 24/7 gym, after all, so it was easy to pop by during my morning runs. Kim also had something planned for us later, so I had to work out a bit earlier than usual.
The few months I had been in a transition period back to our regular normalcy. Kim was back at her esport broadcasting, as there had been a small hiatus for her, and I was back working with Entrendy. The business mostly worked itself out as an online store, but ads, campaigns, production, and sponsorships were still moving parts I had to take care of.
As much as I loathed what had happened, I also had to admit that some of our sex had increased in intensity. We made love quite often, as the young horny adults we were, but Kim also showed that she had a wilder streak too, with much dirtier talk. I can't say I didn't like it, even with how she had uncovered those parts of herself. And some of the lighter roleplays, the teasing she sometimes did just walking around the house... I can't say I didn't mind walking into a room and finding her naked tan cheeks ready to get clapped.
It was also a matter of time before Luna moved in. As much as I loathed our previous tenant, I was more than happy to finally have another voice in our giant house. It just felt a bit empty, I guess. Kim had joked we should do something about that in terms of starting our family, and I wasn't too far behind in my agreeance. We were still young, but neither of us wanted to be grumpy old parents when our kids grew older, and both wanted to have the energy during raising the kids and the time after.
But we didn't rush anything. I mean, we knew better than to act brashly, especially with what we had endured due to our previous tenant. I can hardly even think of his name. It was so anti-climatic not being able to break his fucking neck. I had let myself be carried away, and when my head cleared, he was unfortunately gone. Kim had tried to make a joke that we don't even have any shovels, and I have to say that stifled my anger at the time. I can't recall exactly how she said it, but it was pretty funny.
But yeah. We spent some time puzzling together some of what he-who-shall-not-be-named had done. What scared us the most was the extent of the damage he was willing to do. If I hadn't come home earlier than I did, who knows what he'd be able to accomplish. We saw that it was obvious he wanted to knock Kim up, that was for sure. We dodged a real bullet there.
Honestly, fuck that guy.
"Hey! Long time no see," I heard, as I skipped between songs. I turned and saw Zach and two buddies of his approach. I didn't like their vibe immediately. Looking more at their phone than anything, both trying to be the ultimate alpha-sigma douchebag in their entire getup.
I slid my Beats down, and greeted Zach, pulling him into a quick hug. I don't know if I could call Zach a friend, but it was actually nice seeing someone familiar for once. Kim and I had been cooped up in our house a bit, both making up for lost time and reconciling. Thoroughly, heh heh. So it was nice to get out and see people. Even if it was Zach.
"What's up?" I greeted. "Who's your friends?"
"You've met before, but I know you're way too popular to remember pieces of shit like them," Zach chuckled. "Alex and Charlie. This is Josh."
"Yo," I said, as he gave me a nod. "Where's Amanda?"
"Pff fuck that bitch. Tossed her to the wayside," Zach chuckled, though this time it was definitely forced. If anyone dumped someone in that relationship, it was Amanda. "What you working here?"
"Just some isolation curls. Doing back and arms," I said, nodding to the dumbbell in front of me.
"Holy shit," Zach muttered, looking at the weight.
"Pfffff, look at that," Alex said, suddenly coming up from the deep seas of his phone, nodding towards a smaller figure just finishing her squats over in a corner not too far away. "That's some fucking ass, dawg!"
"Wouldn't mind at all! Ahooga!" Charlie joked.
"Finna snap my fuckin' neck over here... thank fuck for yoga pants," Alex replied.
Finally relenting to their comments, I tossed a glance toward who they were talking to. It was none other than Linda. Her smiling gray-onyx eyes and shoulder-length brown hair were easily recognizable. She glanced over at us through the mirror as she had no doubt heard them. And she was indeed in yoga pants, clinging to her wide, yet very fit curves.
"Hey now," I said, but Zach barged ahead.
"Stay clear of that one, bois," he warned.
Linda seemed to indeed notice they were looking and talking about her, popping out her earbuds, and looking over at the trio questioningly. And me. Frio, I guess. Not that I wanted to take any part in this. Linda was attractive, but that didn't warrant getting harassed to the point of interrupting her workout.
"What's up?" she asked, keeping friendly, despite the guys being idiots.
"Nothing, just go back to pumping those weak-ass squats," Zach said.
"Sure. I don't know what I like pumping more, more iron than you or your mom," Linda shot back, getting a snicker out of the others. Zach turned beet red.
"Yo, shut the fuck up you fucking tran-"
"Hey, Zach. How about you fuck off?" I said, shoving at him. He just reminded me why nobody really likes him. Zach was a lightweight so he stumbled back, visibly shocked at my sudden reaction.
"Joshie gonna rizz that bitch up!" Alex cheered from behind me, thinking I was staking my territory, but I ignored it.
I'd buy the whole gym and toss them out, I swear to God. After reracking the dumbbell I had been using, I headed over to Linda to make sure she was at least okay. She had turned away and was obviously hurt by Zach's comment.
"Hey. Sorry about those assholes," I said to her, as I made my approach. It sort of dawned on me that this was the first time I talked to her sober.
"Oh, didn't see you there behind the wall of douchebaggery," Linda said.
"So I'm not counted as one of them?" I asked, jokingly.
"Hell no," Linda smiled, then looked over my shoulder. "Where's Kimberly?"