Morbid

201 An Unexpected Encounter Oneshot

Bokuboy

The drive to Gail's apartment was a short one and she apologized for having to stop off to change her clothes. Arnold didn't mind and gave her a kiss to distract her from apologizing again. Gail shivered and the wet spot on the front of her pants grew even more.

“I'm going to be a few minutes longer.” Gail said, her face red.

“Do you want my help?” Arnold asked.

Gail caught her breath and stared at him. “I... um... you can't be as rough, because I won't recover by the time we reach the college.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and he left the expensive car to walk around it and opened her door.

“Thank you.” Gail said when he helped her out and she moaned when he kissed her passionately.

Arnold locked up the car and Gail led him to her tiny apartment. He was barely inside when she slammed the door and locked it. He turned around and she was already half-naked and he took off his own clothes. They were more expensive than his normal clothes and he folded them up instead of tossing them aside.

Gail moaned when she saw he was already hard for her and she pretty much climbed up him and settled herself on him. She kissed him deeply as she recreated their first time together, because she had thought it was going to be the only time they would ever be together. Now that he had come back for her, she was going to enjoy it as much as she could... within reason.

Arnold got her off and took her to her bedroom and only mostly railed her into the bed. He made sure she felt it, just like she enjoyed it, only he wasn't being rough enough to make her bow-legged. Gail loved it just as much as the last time, because he played with her body like clay and reformed it into a mass of flesh and electrical impulses that only responded to him.

When they were done, they had a shared shower and Gail was again taken against the shower stall's wall and loved that he claimed her like that again. She had dreamed about their time together and it always got her off. No one else had ever made her feel so good or gotten her off so quickly. It was both amazing and scary, because she knew she was going to fall for the guy if she could have him regularly.

They dried off and left the bathroom to dress, with Arnold wearing his business suit and Gail wearing a nice outfit that would be suitable for a receptionist. She would have to ask for an advance on her pay to buy something more appropriate for the computer science and biology lab he owned, then she realized the length of the commute she would have every day to get to work.

Gail sighed when her rash decision's little details started to filter into her mind. “Arnold, I... I'm not sure where to start.”

Arnold took her hand and his thumb rubbed the back of it. “Pack a bag to stay for a few days and you can hire movers or you can come back here to pack up yourself on the weekend.”

“Pack up?” Gail asked.

“My accountant convinced me I needed to provide better living arrangements for my employees. The dorms are fine for on-campus workers, since they also attend the college. No one else can stay there, however.” Arnold told her.

“You... you mean...” Gail whispered.

“She spent a quarter of my budget buying and renovating a small hotel in the town a few minutes away from the college. It was cheap, considering the local market. Since it was already set up for multiple occupants and the rooms are large, we changed each second one into kitchens and living rooms.” Arnold told her.

Gail looked around at her tiny apartment and back to his face. “You're serious?”

“The work crew that redid the entire lab space are very efficient, since they didn't have to strip the extra rooms down to the walls. Countertops and appliances are easy to install and they left the bathrooms.” Arnold said. “We can recover the initial costs in under a year, even with the lower rent we charge.”

Gail wasn't sure what to say, then she did. “Wait a second! Did you just say each apartment has two full bathrooms?”

Arnold nodded.

“Give me a few minutes to pack!” Gail said and ran into her bedroom to grab a suitcase.

Arnold stood there in her living room and waited there without moving. When she returned, he took the large suitcase from her and she locked up when they left the apartment. Gail tried to not stare at the huge trunk, because it had better carpeting than her apartment, her old apartment now, and she tried to not blush as Arnold opened the passenger door for her.

Being treated so well made her feel a little embarrassed, because she wasn't used to it and only Arnold had ever tried to do things like that for her. The other guys she dated had never bothered, as if she wasn't worth the extra effort, and that made her silently resolve to never date another guy unless he respected her enough to treat her well.

As Arnold drove her the two hours to the college campus, he filled her in on what her job was going to be and what her yearly salary was going to be. Gail's head was on his lap a second later, after hearing she would be receiving almost a hundred grand before taxes, which was four times what she was making at the electronics store and she had been a full time worker there for three years.

Gail didn't stop sucking and swallowing until they pulled into the parking lot of the computer lab and even then she promised to be available at any time for him to have fun with her. Arnold gave her an angelic smile and Gail was thankful she had worn a thick pad again, because she came just from that.

They left her suitcase in the trunk and Arnold brought her inside the building. Gail was surprised beyond her expectations, because it didn't look like a computer or biology lab at all.

“This is the reception area.” Arnold said and explained how it came to be, his interior decorator's recommendations working out well, and how they populated it with student created artworks and everyone was happy.

Gail gasped when Arnold opened the door and they stepped through to the computer lab. It was the most futuristic setup she had ever seen and she read every magazine that came into the electronics shop. Professional reclining chairs for the VR setups was a bit over the top in her opinion.

“Steve was smart to accept the advertising deal your tech girl arranged.” Gail said, her voice full of awe.

“That's what Kelly said when she told me about it.” Arnold agreed. “Only five of these are claimed, so you can use the one at the far corner for your personal use after business hours.”

“Nine in the morning to five in the evening is the normal set time.” Gail responded.

Arnold shook his head. “We run on college time here because this is a college grant. That is eight to three.”

Gail smiled. “An hour earlier and two hours saved in the evening? I don't have a problem with that.”

Pam walked into the main room from the side office and Janet was right behind her. “Don't forget that we have weekends off as well, so I can still keep my other jobs long enough for them to find replacements for me.”

Janet laughed and hugged her from behind. “You big softie! They love you at the theatre and the bar.”

Pam hugged her arms. “I don't expect it to happen right away and this job doesn't interfere with them or taking classes, so there's no rush.”

“Besides all the running around?” Janet asked.

“It's no more than I usually do, so it's fine.” Pam said.

“We get weekends off? Really?” Gail asked and the two young women nodded. “This job is almost unbelievable.”

“Only almost?” Pam asked as Janet let her go.

“It could only be better if there was some way for me to keep Arnold under my desk as I answer the phones.” Gail responded with a knowing smile.

Pam made a snort sound and Janet let out a soft laugh.

“He does have a talented tongue.” Janet admitted.

“Does he ever!” Gail and Pam said at the same time, making them laugh.

“Did Arnold give you a rundown on what your job is?” Janet asked.

“He did.” Gail answered. “I wouldn't mind learning more about the process of what goes on here, that way I don't sound like I have no idea what I'm talking about when people call.”

“That's not a problem. We're just getting everyone set up and worked out how to run everything without getting in each other's way.” Pam said. “We're still waiting on the rest of the proper equipment to bring down into the basement for the specimen storage, too.”

“I need the contact information for everything at the college and the suppliers, assuming you have them here and not using the biology department to handle it?” Gail asked.

Both Pam and Janet smiled.

“I'm glad you have some experience with handling things like this.” Janet said.

“I've handled the front counter, the phones, the sales, the orders, the stockroom, and a few other things at the electronics store.” Gail said and she wasn't bragging.

“Then you're going to fit right in.” Pam said and checked the time. “We have about twenty minutes before we need to head off to class, so we can set you up with a primer about the work we do here and then we'll show you where to look online for more information.”

“We can introduce you to Amanda, too. She's the accountant Arnold hired to take care of everything.” Janet said. “She's scarily competent when it comes to handling money.”

Gail nodded and followed the two younger women back into the office.

Arnold waited for them to close the door before he went to the basement door and went downstairs. With a professional eye, he admired the work space that was going to be his. He couldn't wait to bring in the various specimens, both the previous ones and the new ones for the biology course. His need itched and he wanted to scratch it; but, he knew he had to wait for the rest of the equipment.

Unlike when he did it for himself, Arnold needed to keep things professional and to record everything. That reminded him that he needed to pick up several still cameras and two video cameras, as well as batteries, film, tapes, video recorders, cables, and the things to store everything.

Arnold left the basement and went upstairs to meet up with Pam and Janet to head over to the college and their mutual class. The day would pass quickly, like usual, and he thought about who he could talk to about where to get the things he needed. The electronics store Gail used to work didn't have the higher-end things he knew he would need for taking proper pictures and recordings.

By the time the school day was over, Arnold had figured out the best person to ask about things like that. His mother, Annie. If anyone was going to know about it, it was her, or she would know who to talk to next. He kissed Pam and Janet goodbye at the dorm, picked Gail up at the computer lab, and brought her to the small hotel the accountant had bought.

Once Arnold settled her in her new apartment, that Gail adored and gushed about how much swankier it was than her run-down apartment, he left her there to drive all the way back home. Of course, he would also tell his mother about the new building and about how he had made half of the bottom floor into a home for her. He would accept nothing but the best for his mother that had done so much for him.

*

Beth sighed when her favorite television show ended and it was lackluster. The main character ignored the love interest that was after him and she was left unrequited. It reflected her own life a bit too closely and she turned the television off with a huff.

She had tried several times to arrange some alone time with her next door neighbour's son, Arnold, to apologize for how she had cancelled their date to go out with someone else. Unfortunately, he just hadn't been around much on the weekends the last few weeks and she couldn't just call him and reveal her affair with him to whomever was around him when he answered his cell phone.

Beth stood up and went to the bathroom and used it, saw her slightly dishevelled appearance in the mirror, and sighed. She combed her blonde hair, touched up her makeup for no real reason, and fixed a few wrinkles she could see on her t-shirt. Her slightly larger than average breasts were only slightly saggy and her bra supported them well.

She left the bathroom and went to her bedroom to go to bed early and heard a beep. She walked over to her old desktop computer and saw one of her security cameras was on the fritz. She checked the program that ran an electronic diagnostic and it returned no signal.

With a growling sigh, Beth went to her closet and changed into her normal attire of a blouse and jeans. She might have been middle age; but, she had a good body and tight denim always made her ass pop. Her blouse was also designed to allow some peek-a-boo glimpses that always turned a few heads, no matter where she went.

Why was she wearing an outfit that caught attention? She knew the camera was going to be damaged to the point she couldn't fix it by hitting it with a stick and would have to go buy a replacement. It had just passed its warranty, too.

Beth left her house and grabbed the stepladder from the shed and went to where the camera was that covered the backyard. She set the ladder up and took one step up and heard the snap of a spark. When she looked up, she sighed at seeing a small round dent in the thing. When she looked down at the ground, there was a baseball right under it.

“Goddamn little bastard.” Beth cursed and brought the ladder back to the shed. “I'll send the Parkinsons the bill for the replacement camera.”

Beth picked up the ball and went back in the house and set the ball beside her computer before she replayed the last video clip the cameras recorded. She nodded at the proof when she saw Billy Parkinson from the next yard whack the ball with his baseball bat and the backyard camera going offline right afterwards.

She saved the clips to a USB drive and put it in her pocket before going downstairs. She grabbed her keys and left the house to drive all the way across town to the high-end camera store she had bought the security system from.

It was almost half an hour of frustrating rush hour traffic she had to get through before arriving at the store. Thankfully, it wasn't crowded and she went to the customer service counter instead of the front counter. They should have her details already and they could give her a replacement camera without her knowing the serial number herself.

Beth tried to not sigh every few minutes as she waited for the apparently newly hired girl to navigate through their complicated computer system to find her name. All she wanted was a damn security camera from the systems they sold, and they only sold the one top brand, so why was it so damn hard for the idiot to find what model camera they had and to give her a replacement?

“I need to contact the manager.” The girl said, sheepishly.

Beth let out the sigh she had been holding for twenty long minutes. “I'm just going to sit over there on that display bench to wait for however long that's going to take.”

“Th-thank you miss.” The girl said nervously and then she disappeared into the backroom.

Beth walked over to the bench, clearly set up for different cameras to take sample pictures, and sat down with a relieved sigh. She wanted to slip her shoes off to rub her feet and chose not to, just because there were other people in the store and she didn't want random strangers seeing her feet. Heck, she didn't even want her lovers seeing her feet!

The thought made her chuckle, because the last man she allowed to take her to bed had stripped off everything except for his thick black socks and she knew he felt the same way about his feet that she did. The less seen of them, the better.

As Beth sat there on the bench and started to relax, thinking about how bad her last lover had been, she thought she caught sight of someone she recognized walking along one of the shelves. She pushed her thoughts of disappointing sex aside and concentrated on who it could be, since she knew a lot of people from the neighbourhood and... her thoughts screeched to a halt when she saw who it was.

Annie Strickland and her son, Arnold.

Annie was just as short and blonde as she always was and Arnold was just as big and buzz-cut as usual. The two of them were being led around by another young woman that looked like she was having a difficult time not blushing all the time as she talked to them about the different cameras and what they needed them for.

Beth remembered she needed to breathe and took a shaky breath and let it out, her mind whirling with the possibilities as Arnold walked around the store and picked up some expensive camera components to go along with the two very expensive cameras Annie was carrying for him.

What the hell do they need the cameras for? Beth asked herself, too shocked by the extravagant purchase, and seeing the best lover she ever had, to remember she was there to buy a camera herself.

“Miss Smith?” A man's voice asked from right beside her.

“AH!” Beth gasped as she fell off the bench and tumbled to the floor.

That move gained the attention of everyone in the store, including the two people she did not want the attention of right now.

“Beth?” Annie asked as she walked over to her. “Are you okay?” She asked first and then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”

Dammit, dammit, dammit. What do I say to that? Beth asked herself and rubbed the cheek of her butt as Arnold helped her stand, then she remembered why she was there. “I've been waiting here for over half an hour trying to get a replacement security camera that Billy Parkinson broke.”

Annie sighed. “Baseball?”

“Yes, and it's the same one he broke your window with.” Beth confirmed. “He's not getting the ball back this time.”

“I didn't want to give it back. His father Bill grabbed it and promised to pay for the window.” Annie complained.

“I'll be sending the bill for the replacement camera to the Parkinsons, too.” Beth told her.

“Don't hold your breath for it. I'm still waiting for the money and it's been a week.” Annie said.

Arnold stiffened slightly and then went back to standing casually. No one noticed the change in his stance and everyone would assume they knew why Billy Parkinson ran away from home after costing his parents so much money. Little Billy would never be seen again.

Beth was taken back to the customer service desk and eventually bought the right camera for her security system, after she confirmed the program she used. The video she saved had all the appropriate markers and wasn't a bootleg one, making the clerk relax. She almost scoffed at them for thinking she would do anything like that after buying the full program from them, which their records apparently didn't show.

She eventually left the store with a promise to bring in the paperwork from the sale and carefully put the large camera into her trunk. In her mind, it was worth the hassle to go through all of that, just to see Arnold again.

It had almost been too much for her to have him so close and not react to him in some way. She wanted to confess her mistake and apologize for it, only Annie was right there and she couldn't. Unfortunately, both Annie and Arnold had slipped away while she was busy and she regretted it.

Beth climbed into the driver's seat and started her car as she silently cursed herself. She had the perfect opportunity to get Arnold alone by asking him to help her replace the broken camera with the new one and she had missed it. She berated herself as she pulled out of the parking spot and then caught her breath. Arnold's fancy new car was only two cars in front of her at the exit and Annie wasn't in the passenger seat!

Resolve filled her and Beth wasn't going to give up on this chance so easily. She followed the traffic and kept his nice car in sight as they both travelled across the city. It wasn't until they reached the turn off to the street they lived on that she realized Arnold wasn't going back home.

“No! You can't leave yet!” Beth exclaimed and continued to follow his car past their neighbourhood and through another, then another, then reached the higher class area where the richer people lived.

The quality of the place was almost head and shoulders better than where she lived and she suppressed her envy at seeing the well manicured lawns, the perfectly trimmed hedges, and the expensive homes that were almost mansions in their own right.

Arnold slowed down and pulled into a large roundabout driveway and Beth slowed down and stopped a good distance away and was still able to see him. He parked the car near the front door of the large house and climbed out, didn't look around like a normal person would as he picked up one of the expensive cameras he had bought, and walked over to the front door and knocked.

Who doesn't ring the doorbell first? Beth asked herself and gasped when an absolutely gorgeous blonde woman with curves and long legs answered the door wearing a stylish blue pantsuit. It took her a moment to remember she was the woman that had dropped Arnold off a few times during the summer and she was sure it was her tools Arnold had borrowed to do her hedges.

The intimate hug they shared caught Beth's attention and then the passionate kiss had her mouth drop open from shock. She couldn't believe that Arnold was seeing a rich bitch that shouldn't have given the poor young man a second look. The two entered the house and shut the door, cutting off her view of them.

Beth sat there for several minutes before she made a decision. Even knowing he was there at that house and doing another woman, a much prettier and voluptuous woman, she just couldn't let the opportunity to apologize pass. So, she pulled into the driveway and parked behind Arnold's car.

After a few minutes to gather her courage, Beth climbed out of her car and opened her trunk, retrieved the security camera as the excuse she needed, and walked over to the front door. That was when her resolve faltered. How was she supposed to explain how she had stalked him and followed him all the way there from the store?

Beth sighed and started to turn away when she heard a door shut. It was not an internal door, because she wouldn't have heard that. No, this was either a side door or a back door and her curiosity piqued. Instead of leaving like she should have, Beth walked around the side of the house that had expertly trimmed hedges that looked just like hers.

It gave her a sense of pride that Arnold had made hers look so good and that thought distracted her from what she was doing, namely trespassing on someone's property without permission, and she paused when she reached the corner of the house.

Beth's eyes widened when she saw the enormous and well-maintained pool and the woman was posed in her stylish suit like a high fashion model. Arnold was knelt on one knee and took several pictures, then the woman turned and braced her arms on her hips to give Arnold, and her, a fantastic view of her ass in those tight dress pants.

The woman took off the suit coat and tossed it onto a wooden lounge chair and resumed the pose, giving them both an unobstructed view of her slim back and the woman's larger breasts peeked out from both sides to perfectly show she was a voluptuous woman and looked classy.

Beth couldn't stop staring as the woman turned around and did the same pose again, showing off her front, and her top was not up to the task of keeping her breasts covered. A deep well of cleavage was on display and neither the woman nor Arnold minded.

Before she could think about retreating, Beth watched the woman unbuttoned her top and teased dropping it, hugging her chest to keep it restrained. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at Arnold, giving him a clear 'come here and screw me' look, then she did toss the top aside and revealed an under-cup bra with no straps that practically made her look naked.

The pants were dropped without any form of teasing and Arnold took another picture, then he put the camera down and his clothes joined the woman's on the lounge chair.

Beth stared at them, her mouth watering, as Arnold's muscular form took the woman into his arms and then he picked her up and slid right inside of her. The woman cried out, not caring that anyone could hear her, and then Arnold was moving her up and down and making her moan and pant like a cheap whore.

It didn't take long before they were laid out on the other lounge chair and Arnold bent the woman in half and covered her mouth with a hand as he made her scream with pleasure.

Beth couldn't remember how she had crossed part of the yard without tripping over anything or how she had knelt beside the rutting couple and was lightly petting Arnold's buzz-cut blonde hair.

“I'm very sorry I broke our date a few weeks ago, Arnold. I was stupid and thought having another man spoil me with monetary things was more important than spending time with you.” Beth said and leaned in and kissed him. “I was wrong and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and the woman below him cried out again, muffled by his hand, then he stood up and Beth's mouth was suddenly filled with his warm hardness, slicked up with both the woman's juices and also with his own expulsions.

Beth didn't care as she sucked on the offering like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She wallowed in the flavours and the silkiness of how smooth he was, then she was swallowing him down and loving how it felt.

“Clothes off.” Arnold ordered and Beth stripped off obediently. “Eat Claire out while I take you from behind.”

Beth moved over and dove her face between the blonde woman's legs and devoured her. She didn't question it as she licked up what Arnold had left inside of her and Claire didn't seem to mind having her help to clean up. Both of them cried out as Arnold entered Beth from behind and her tongue dove deep into Claire's twitching opening.

Arnold didn't rail into her like Beth thought he would, because she believed he was going to dominate her after those orders. Instead, he pumped into her with a steady rhythm and hit her best spots to get her off in record time. She also started to enjoy lapping at the woman she was making come with her tongue, because she was trying to copy what Arnold had done to her the last time they had been together.

Beth came really hard when Arnold unloaded himself right onto her G-Spot and her eyes tried to roll into the back of her head. She fought against it, even though she felt really, really good, because she didn't want to miss a second of finally getting her magnificent lover back.

It wasn't until she was the one on the bottom and having Claire eating her out that Beth realized Arnold hadn't been wearing a condom. She was a bit too far gone to care about it at the moment, because Claire was surprisingly good with her own dainty tongue and she felt another orgasm coming. She cried out with pleasure once more and hugged Claire's head to herself and rode it out.

Her hands trembled as she finally let the beautiful woman's head go and saw the smug look on Claire's face. Beth had to blush at it, even though she had also gotten her off orally. Claire opened her mouth to speak and then moaned loudly as Arnold finished inside of her again.

Without being prompted to, Beth pulled on Claire's shoulders and brought her up to rest against her side. The two of them laid cuddled together to stare up at the man that had plowed the both of them very well and admired his prowess. His still slightly dripping member stayed prominent and didn't wane, even though he had gone a few times already.

“Thank you very much for choosing me to model for your advertising campaign, Arnold.” Claire said and he stepped around the chair to kneel on one knee and kissed her for several seconds. “Please keep the more racy ones for yourself.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and looked at Beth.

“Thank you for accepting my apology and I need help replacing the backyard security camera.” Beth said and held in her moan as Arnold kissed her for a few seconds as well. “I want to say there's no rush; but, we both know how useful the camera has been.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and stood up. “Claire.”

“Of course.” Claire said and slipped her mouth over him and did her best to clean him up and got him off once more. “You are the best lover I've ever had and I can't wait for you to show up again without warning to surprise me.”

Arnold nodded and quickly dressed, gave them both a quick kiss, and picked up his camera and the box the security camera was in. They watched as he left and then the two women felt a little awkward when they realized they were cuddled up in each other's arms and they hadn't been introduced. They let go and sat up, then Claire stood and grabbed a towel to wipe herself off.

“Are you the mother of one of his girls?” Claire asked and folded the towel to hand to her.

Beth shook her head and accepted the towel. “I'm his next door neighbour, Beth.”

Claire smiled and pulled on her panties. “Are you having as hard a time keeping this from Annie as I am?”

“Good god, yes!” Beth exclaimed.

They shared a knowing look with each other before both women softly laughed.

“I'm the mother of his first girlfriend and I made sure my daughter couldn't corrupt him with her ways.” Claire said and slipped on the pants and then deftly put on the top and buttoned it, leaving the bra on the chair. “How about you?”

“I had a wet sweater accident after already inviting him inside the house when he was doing yardwork. I had it half off and things went from there.” Beth admitted and felt something in her chest loosen at the relief she felt about finally having someone else to talk to about it.

Claire laughed and picked up Beth's clothes to hand them to her in the right order. “I took his virginity right under my daughter's nose and taught Arnold how to get her off in record time.”

Beth looked surprised for a moment and then laughed. “You... really...”

“I know how much of a bitch my daughter was in high school and I wasn't going to let her twist Arnold into becoming her little sex puppet like she wanted.” Claire said waited for Beth to finish getting dressed. “Do you want to come inside for a coffee or some tea? After what we just went through, I think getting to know each other a little more is in order.”

Beth didn't hesitate as she accepted. “I wouldn't mind having a friend to talk to about... things.” She said and then gave her a pointed look. “I'm also not into women at all. What we did isn't something I want to repeat again... unless... you know why.”

Claire chuckled and nodded as two women went into the house to talk. Neither of them had suspected they both needed someone to discuss the man that had entered their lives and changed them so fundamentally. It was an odd start to an odd friendship, since the only similar things they had in common was staying at home alone and their sexual encounters and experiences with Arnold.

However, long-lasting friendships had been built on even flimsier ground before and this one was going to be one that both older women were going to appreciate for a very long time.