Note: this is the second in a series. This story will read better after Free Use Farm-October.
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I pulled up to my brother's and the same free use "consent" sign was on the same post. I parked in the same spot. I walked into the same living room. There was a football game on the tv again. I was feeling a bit of deja vu. Then I realized my brother, Frank, was sitting on the couch, not bending some girl over its arm.
I walked further into the room. "Hey, Fra...!" I about choked on my greeting. Frank was sitting on the couch all right, but he had his hand wrapped in long black hair. The petite girl the hair belonged to was gagging on Frank's cock while he watched the game.
"Bro!" Frank yelled. "We're up by seven!"
Tanya, as naked as the black-haired girl, walked into the room with a bag of chips and a couple of beers. Frank yelled, "Bro, help yourself! To whatever! Right, Tanya? Right, Lea?" He used the girl's hair to make her head nod in something like a "yes".
"Hey, I remember you! Want a beer?" Tanya said, "Or me?"
I smiled-it was probably a crooked one. "I'll take a beer, for the moment. Thanks!" I followed Tanya into the kitchen. (The sight of Frank getting a blow job was not what I wanted to see right then. Or maybe ever.) There's no doubt that tiny Tanya was attractive, in a waifish way. Her pale blonde hair was even cropped short this time. It added to the waif/pixie/ingenue look.
Tanya's body was slim, her hips boyish, her breasts small. She had cotton candy pink nails and toes. And a giant Hello Kitty tattoo half-finished on her back. I pictured fucking her from behind and seeing that childish tattoo and any minimal interest I had in her, vanished.
She handed me the beer. I popped the top and drank near half of it in one long gulp. It may be November, but the sun is h-o-t hot through those giant windows on my rig. "So," I asked her, trying to be much more casual than I felt, "where's Laura?"
Tanya smirked at me. "She's in town. Shopping."
I was both relieved and disturbed to hear that. I mean, I was relieved because it meant I was going to see her again. Hopefully fuck her again, too. But I was disturbed, too, because I didn't think she was really liking what was going on with Frank and these girls. Or maybe I was just projecting. I have to admit I was disturbed on her behalf.
"We've got plenty of time," Tanya said, as she stepped close. She pinched her nipples a few times and they got long and hard. It was kind of amazing to watch actually. Then I realized what she had said. And I further realized I was going to have to let her down. Everything about Tanya simply reminded me, through it's absence, of Laura. And Laura was the epitome of feminine desirability to me.
I stepped back and sat at the kitchen table, with it between the two of us. I guess that was an obvious move, because she pouted, "Don't you like me?"
I tried the Ol' Southern Charm. "Well, heck darlin', you're cuter'n a button!"
That seemed to be good enough. She simpered. "Wanna see me dance? That's how Frankie and I met."
She didn't wait for me to answer, but immediately picked up her phone. After a moment, she seemed satisfied and I heard...well, I suppose what I heard was music, because she started to dance.
I plastered a smile on my face. If this goes very long, I thought, I'm gonna need another beer or six. I mean, it's not that she was a bad dancer. She had some natural talent and a grace when she moved that made her worth watching. But the music was giving me a headache, and I knew that her dance was likely to become a lap dance at any moment.
Then, the other girl came in the kitchen. She stopped to watch Tanya, hip cocked, judging. "Not bad. But you need someone to dance WITH." So saying, she stepped in front of Tanya, and matched her moves.
