“That’s what this is. Pro-rated for this month and a one-month security deposit.” I reached for it and she pulled it back.
“But before I give it to you, we have to agree on a schedule for keeping this place clean.”
I was in the living area with the kitchen counter between us. She picked up a white notebook from the counter, opened it and turned it towards me.
“Here is the schedule I am proposing of what you will clean and when.”
I picked up the notebook and looked over the schedule. She was proposing that we alternate doing each of the cleaning chores. I countered with I would do all of the vacuuming if she would do the bathrooms. The apartment had a living area, a kitchen area and two bedrooms, each with its own bath. The only furniture in the living area was a nice couch and a small dining room table with two mismatched chairs. Not much in the way of dishes. No TV. No stereo. Curt and I had both moved in with very little and hadn’t bought much for the apartment since. Nicole and I went back and forth on the cleaning chores until we reached something we both could accept.
“Deal?” Nicole said as she stuck out her hand.
“Deal,” I said as I shook it.
“Oh, would you please give me a ride later? I am buying a Corolla and I need to be at the DMV at two to pick it up.”
“Where did you get all this money?”
“People are willing to lend future college students quite a bit.”
That didn’t seem right, but where else could she have gotten money? Then it hit me – it had to be from Owen’s father.
“Nicole, who is Owen’s father?”
“It’s none of your damn business. It’s not important. I’m his mom and that’s all that matters. Understood?”
“Understood.” Clearly, a topic she didn’t want to discuss.
Friday, Nicole asked me for another favor.
“Can you show me how to use the machines in the workout room?”
Our apartment complex had a workout room with a treadmill and some weight machines. I had played football in high school, starting at inside linebacker my last two years. I had been big into weight lifting then. After I broke up with Mandy and moved in with Curt, I began hitting the weights again. Nicole got a blanket and some toys for Owen and we went down to the workout room.
I was 6’2″ with a big chest. My hair was darker than Nicole’s, a light brown rather than her dark blond. My eyes were a light brown. My teeth were more misaligned than hers and I hoped to get braces once I got a job after college. I wasn’t ripped like I had been during my football days, but I was still muscular and at a good weight.
Nicole was dressed in a cropped T-shirt and Lycra shorts that hugged her ass tightly. I showed her how to use each machine. We started with the lower body machines and worked upwards. The air conditioning in the workout room wasn’t the best and soon both of us were coated with sweat. Seeing so much skin on a girl with big tits had me hard, even if it was my sister. For the lower body machines, I had to put my hands on her long legs to show her exactly the right form. For the upper body machines, I put my hands on her arms and shoulders. I had broken up with Mandy three months ago and hadn’t had a date since. I kept picturing myself reaching around Nicole and cupping those big tits of hers.