Brent entered the dark, empty house and before even turning on a light went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Dinner with Andrea had been good. The necking afterward had been better. He popped the top off the bottle and took a swig. He could have done without getting out of the elevator and seeing one of those beefy, good-looking-male type doctors chatting up his bride-to-be but ... all in all the night went well. He stood, in the dark, leaning against the counter in the kitchen, his feet crossed at the ankles, one arm hugging his waist, the other draining the bottle of beer down his throat, his coat was still on. He finished the beer, belched loudly, and then tossed the bottle into the recycle bin. He strolled back into the living room and flipped on a light. He went back into the kitchen, grabbed another beer and opened it. He took the cordless phone off the cradle and went outside to the front porch. He sat down on the step, lit a cigarette, and dialed Terri's number. Terri answered and, after some pleasantries, Terri handed the phone to Curt.

"Hey." Brent said after he'd answered. "Whatcha doing?"

"Watching a movie with Terri. You?" The cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth, his eye squinted closed against the stream of smoke that drifted to it as he reached inside his jacket for the pamphlets he'd stuck in there at the hospital.

"I just got home from the hospital. I brought Andrea some dinner." He pulled the cigarette out from between his tight lips, took a drag and then flicked the ashes into the cold, night air.

"Are you smoking again?" Curt asked suspiciously.

"Why?"

"I can hear it!" Curt said loudly.

"Are you my mother now?"

"Well, I ought to be. I'd have you over my knee by now!" Brent chuckled.

"Curt, I didn't know you fantasized about it."

"Who said I'm fantasizing about spanking you, Brent? I'm talking aches and pains." Brent chuckled again as Curt went on. "You know better than to be smoking. I thought you quit?" Brent sighed.

"I did but I've been so ... nervous lately that I started up again." Curt clicked his tongue.

"You better not let Andrea catch you!"

"I know, I know."

"And what about your throat? You know, you never sang better than recently when you'd had that voice therapy and the not smoking was a definite benefit ..." He took a drag off the cigarette and blew it out. Between his breath and the smoke, it looked like a giant white plume. He watched it drift away.

"Nag, nag, nag, nag ..." Brent went on, rolling his eyes. "I'm glad I'm not your fucking wife."

"Keep it up Brent and you won't even be my fucking friend!" Brent made a face.

"Oooooo ... you're upsetting me Curt." Curt sighed.

"Brent, I'm serious when I say you really ought to quit. Andrea hates it, and then there will be a baby in the house. Andrea told me the last guy she dumped was a smoker." Brent frowned.

"She told you that?" He asked curiously. It was tinged by a little jealousy. He took a last puff off the cigarette and flicked it away with his thumb and middle finger.

"Yeah, she did. She hates smokers and cigarette smoke." Brent cleared his throat and took a swig of his beer.

"Hmmm ... She hasn't really talked about old boyfriends with me."

"Now, why do you think that is?" Curt asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You're a prick."

"And I'm gonna continue to be a prick and nag you until you quit smoking again. Before your girlfriend dumps you." Brent took another drink off the bottle. His throat was burning a little.

"I know, I know." He said again with a sigh. Curt started to say something and Brent cut him off. "So, I'm thinking of asking Craig to come with us to the Islands." He said quickly.

"You invite whomever you choose, Brent. I think your brother would be honored if you asked him to go."

"Yeah, he could probably use a break. Some time alone with Mandie. Jesus, I think I've got stress! He's got a whore and a baby on the side!" Curt sighed.

"What's that mean?" He asked. Brent explained the Charlotte and Charles story to Curt. When he finished all Curt could say was “Wow!”

“Yeah, I’m thinking he could use a break.” Brent pulled his feet up on the step and leaned his head on his knees. He and Curt chatted a bit longer and then, when Brent felt the smoke had cleared from his jacket and clothes, he went back into the house and finished his phone call. Before hanging up Curt made one last comment.

“By the way, you stink.” Brent frowned.

“What? What do you mean I stink?”

“The cigarettes. Don’t think for one second that Andrea can’t smell them.” Brent made a face.

“Oh. Well, thanks.” Brent said before they hung up. He glanced at the clock. It was nine. Another hour or so before Andrea would be home. He took off the leather jacket and draped it over the back of a chair in the living room. For something to do he went down into the basement and looked around. He’d only been down there once or twice. Andrea had a nice little exercise set-up, her treadmill, a TV, a weight bench, an aerobic step. There were even mirrors on the wall. He found some boxes stacked against the wall and dug through them. Old books. Andrea was a reader, that’s for sure! He pulled that box off and found a box with photos. He took a handfull of pictures and flipped through them. Most of them were people he didn’t recognize. He found some family pictures and recognized Andrea’s mom and dad. He smiled. Pictures of a much younger Andrea. He felt a slight twinge when he noticed that the younger Andrea was the spitting image of Taylor. He felt his heart skip a beat. He kept flipping through them. He came to some more recent pictures and found some of Andrea and another man. He stared at it a moment. In the picture they were on a pier, her arms were around the guy’s neck. He felt that jealousy flare up again. The guy was not much taller than Andrea herself but he was more filled out than Brent is. His hair was long, brown and wavy. Andrea was wearing a bikini and her breasts were pressing up against the other guy. It was irritating him. He continued flipping through the pictures. A birthday party, Andrea’s. That guy was there. A forest preserve picture, Andrea posing in front of a huge tree. He looked closely at her. Her hair was long and straight like it is now but not as long. She wore hiking shorts and a tank top. She had a sweatshirt tied around her waist. He smiled. Man, she was pretty! How could any guy give her up? He thought about what Curt had said about his smoking. ‘she hates cigarette smokers ... she dumped the last smoker ...’ He cleared this throat. It was still a little scratchy. He sighed and flipped through the other pictures. He’d gotten nearly half way through when he glanced at his watch. It was quarter to ten! He tossed the pictures back into the box and ran back up the stairs. He undressed quickly and tossed all his smoky clothes into the hamper then he got into the shower and scrubbed himself. He even washed his hair twice. Standing in the bathroom in nothing but a towel tied around his waist, he brushed his teeth and then rinsed his mouth with fresh mint Listerine. He combed his hair, sprayed a little cologne on his chest, and then cleaned his ears with a Q-Tip. When he was finished he glanced at himself in the mirror. Satisfied, he discarded the towel and sauntered out to the living room. He dimmed the light and sat down on the couch, naked, to wait for her. He fully intended to finish what they’d started earlier ...

Andrea entered the house at quarter after 10 to find a very, undressed Brent waiting on the couch. She smiled when she saw him, her nose flaring a little.

“Did you forget something?” She asked closing the door behind her and then locking it. He looked up at her, his eyes never moving from hers.

“I didn’t forget anything Annie.” He said. She slipped out of her coat and draped it over his on the back of the chair. She set down her purse and tossed her keys into the bowl she kept on the table in the doorway and then pulled off her shoes. Brent got up off the couch and strolled towards her. She smiled and felt her pulse speed up.

“I have to say that it’s a special treat to come home from work to a sexy, naked, rock star!” She said as he approached. He backed her up against the front door and rested his arms on the door on either side of her head. She looked up at him. He didn’t smile. He leaned his head down slowly and pressed his mouth against hers. He kissed her slowly and purposefully. She reached out and slid her hands around his waist. His skin was soft and smooth and warm. He slid his tongue into her mouth and teased hers.

“Mmmm” she moaned. He ran his tongue along hers and then over her bottom lip.

“You have got way too much clothing on.” He said softly as he pulled away from her and tugged her scrub top over her head. He unsnapped her bra and removed it. Her nipples were hard and her breasts were covered in goose bumps. His hands went to them, touching and warming them. He dipped his head and kissed them. They were big and heavy. He noticed how heavy they were. She noticed that he thought they were different.

“They are filling up with milk.” She said. He nodded and then kissed them again. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and he licked them, causing more goose bumps to appear and her nipples to tighten. He covered the nipples with his mouth and licked then sucked them. He dropped down to his knees and while he sucked her nipples slipped his hands into the waistband of her pants and slid them down bringing her underwear with them. She braced herself with a hand on his shoulder while she stepped out of the pants. She now stood there naked save for her socks. He moved closer to her, his mouth still on her breasts, and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He moved downward from her breasts to her abdomen leaving tiny, wet kisses. When he got down past her belly button he pressed his face into her pubic hair and breathed in. He loved the smell of her. It was titillating. He was very conscious of the throbbing heat between his legs. He stood up and then picked her up and carried her to the couch. He set her down and then turned her so she was sitting with her feet on the floor. He knelt down in front of her and draped her thighs over his shoulder.

“My ears are cold.” He explained. “I think I need a ‘thigh’ scarf!” She giggled as he kissed the inside of her thighs and then moved inward. He buried his face between her legs and teased her with his tongue. It didn’t take long to get her breathing heavy. She moaned and whimpered as he darted his tongue here and there. He touched a spot that caused her to groan and arch her back. He guessed that was the pleasure button and concentrated on that spot. Her heart pounding, her thighs tingling, she came in spasms. She squeezed his head with her thighs and pulled his hair. It was evident to him it had been a good one. Satisfied, he got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She grabbed him by the hips and took him into her mouth. He sighed as she worked him. Moments later he pushed her away. She looked up at him. “I want to bury myself baby. Any more of that and ...” She got up off the couch, pushed him down on it and then straddled him with one knee on the couch and the other leg on the floor. She slid herself down onto him and at once realized that this position was perfect. She moved on him with full control. She leaned forward and after a few minutes discovered that she was going to come again. She moaned.

“I’m gonna come again.” She whispered. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open.

“Oh, God, me too.” He said and moments later he did. She didn’t stop pumping him until she joined him in ecstasy. When the rush was over she lay down on top of him, they were still joined. He wrapped his arms around her and took a deep breath. He pulled the pony tail holder off of her hair and let it fall over her back and down onto him. He ran his hands through it as she lay there. They lay like that so long that they fell asleep. Andrea woke sometime later and crawled off of Brent. He woke as she was standing stiffly. He sat up and scratched his head. “Wow.” He said. Andrea pulled him up off the couch and they made their way to the bedroom.

After Andrea went to work Thursday Brent made some phone calls. He called his broker and checked on his accounts. All seemed to be in good order. He called his mom and asked her about Christmas and how they were going to get together. It seemed, they decided that the only way to make everyone happy was if mom and dad could fly up with Mandie and Craig. Brent told her to find out if that would be okay with Craig and Mandie and to let him know. He went outside and had a smoke then came in and scrounged the fridge for a Coke. He found a Pepsi and made a face.

“Why can’t she ever buy Coke?” He grumbled as he cracked it open and took a drink. The sky was turning multiple colors of purple and orange as he stood in the now darkening kitchen and drank the soda. He couldn’t decide what to do with himself. He really hated this boredom. He didn’t like Andrea working at night. He had no friends here, except for Curt who was busy with Terri being as SHE had a normal job with normal hours. He thought about going over to the brewpub but decided he didn’t feel like going out. He glanced over at the door that led to the basement and smiled. He descended the stairs, his Pepsi in hand, and went to Andrea’s boxes again. He sat on the cold basement floor looking through her boxes of photos. After a while he got bored and went over to the weight bench. He grabbed a large weight and worked it up and down. After five minutes he was huffing and puffing.

“Fuck, I’m outta shape!” He panted. He ran upstairs and changed into a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top. He slipped on his gym shoes and headed back down and got on the treadmill. He walked for most of a half hour and then played around lifting weights. An hour and-a-half later he went back upstairs and took a shower. He went back downstairs and looked at the stuff Andrea had collected in the boxes. His eyes opened wide when he found a few letters from her previous beau.

“Annie ...” it read. “I’m sorry I missed you last night. Some jag brought in a Jag just as we were closing and the boss made me stay to do it. It seems like we haven’t spent much time together lately but believe me when I tell you I love you and want to make it work. Yours, Jamie” Brent made a face, folded up the paper and put it back. He unfolded another one. “Baby, you are one hot mama! That little trick you did with the whip cream last night was great! Let’s do that again ... Yours, Jamie.”

“Good God.” Brent said. He was getting angry by reading these letters yet he couldn’t stop himself.

“Ann -- Greg told me you stopped by last night. Obviously you already know I wasn’t there. I left early so I could run a few errands. Wanna go to a movie tonight?” Brent laughed. Oh, yeah, he ran some errands all right ... He kept reading. They were getting worse and worse. It was obvious at some point Andrea caught him with more than one girl. What a dumb fuck, Brent thought and then frowned. He was a dumb fuck, too. At least he didn’t get caught ... not yet. Well, he decided, he wouldn’t get caught because it would never happen again! He tossed the letters back into the box and, feeling a bit down, trudged back up the stairs. He watched TV on the living room floor, guitar in his lap, until Andrea came home.

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