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Andrea awoke to find herself alone in the bed. She got up, stretched and went in search of Brent. She found him in the kitchen, he was making waffles. He smiled when she padded into the room.
"Hey! Sunshine, 'bout time you joined me." He said cheerfully. She stopped, took one look at him, looked at the cooking mess he had made, looked back at him. He stood there, smiling, fork in his hand. "What?" He asked.
"I'm going to go back to bed and then get up again and then maybe things will look more normal." She said turning around and heading back to the bedroom. He laughed loudly.
"What's that mean?" He yelled. Andrea stopped and turned around.
"That means that you usually don't make breakfast for me, you're usually not up before me either." He poured her a cup of coffee. She eyed the counter top. "And you've made a huge mess." She mumbled taking the coffee and sitting down.
"Awwww, don't worry about it, baby. Just enjoy this breakfast that I have made specially for you." He brought over a couple of waffles on a plate for her. Then he brought over the syrup and butter. He smiled and sat down next to her.
"Brent, this is very good." Andrea said as she tasted the waffles. He nodded.
"They are good, I already had one!"
"Was this a mix?" He shook his head.
"Nope. I went on line and found a bunch of waffle recipes. This one looked like it would be the best." She finished the waffle and then had another.
"It is very good, quite frankly, I'm impressed." He got up and started rinsing the bowls and spoons he'd used to create breakfast.
"Well," he began. "it's nothing! I don't mind cooking." She looked quickly at him and narrowed her eyes.
"Since when?" She asked, suspicious. He shrugged.
"I never minded."
"Then how come you never cooked before?"
"Ummm, cuz you always did it?" He turned and grinned at her. She sighed heavily.
"You bastard." He chuckled. After Andrea finished eating she helped Brent at the sink. When they were done she headed back to the bedroom to get dressed. She put on her exercise clothes and then went in search of Brent. She found him at the computer again. "I'm going to exercise." She said. His eyes were glued to the screen. He was looking up more recipes. Andrea frowned. What has gotten into him, she wondered.
"Okay. Oh, hey, uhhh, want me to join you?" He asked, still staring at the screen. Now that was suspicious ...
"Since when do you exercise too?" She said. He glanced at her and then back at the screen.
"Since yesterday." She laughed and headed towards the basement.
"Oh, okay, yeah, right!" She said and descended the stairs. He turned towards the basement door and stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not kidding!" He hollered. A few minutes later he heard the treadmill running. He decided to go to the Foul website and check it out. He noticed that none of the group had posted a 'hello' note to the fans for over a month. He clicked his tongue. Kelvin usually did it ... He sighed and logged into the system using his name and password. He sat, using two fingers, typed out a short note.
Hey fans!
Trust you all are having a great Christmas season. I know that we are.
We are going back into the studio any day here and are going to record the best music that we ever have, just for your enjoyment - you, the fans.
Please remember that we wish you the best in your travels and with your Holiday plans and
always be very, very careful.
We wouldn't be who we are without you.
Peace, love, and, rock-n-roll ...
Brent
Half an hour later he finished. He sat back and looked at it. Satisfied, he posted it. He opened the window for the message board and perused the titles. He had a good laugh at all the messages that involved his relationship with Andrea. There was a lot of speculation about whether or not they were married, dating, or even together. He was even offended by some of the responses that were outright mean towards Andrea. He closed the window deciding that he didn't need to read any more. He went back and glanced at a few more recipes, printed out a couple and then logged off the Internet. He stood up and thought about going outside for a smoke. Remembering that Curt told him how obvious the smoke scent was he decided not to. He knew he was going to have to quit but he just didn't want to. At least not right now. Instead, he changed into a pair of shorts and slid into his running shoes and headed down stairs. Andrea was into a full run on the treadmill. She saw Brent and frowned. Something was going on and she wasn't sure what it was. She didn't like it. First, he gets up early. Second, he makes breakfast. Third, he's working out. It wasn't adding up. She sucked in air and blew it back out. He went over to the weight bench and began to pump iron. She watched him. He was very conscious of her attention.
"What are you doing?" She said finally. He just looked at her and raised the weight up and slowly let it back down.
"Exercising. What are you doing?" He asked sarcastically. She slowed down the speed on the treadmill and brought herself to a slow jog.
"You know what I'm talking about, Brent." She said, breathless. He continued lifting the weight and ignored the comment. A few minutes later she stopped the treadmill and stretched her legs. He watched her. She was all sweaty and her cheeks were flushed pink. She grabbed a towel off the treadmill arm and wiped herself with it then she walked over to Brent. "What is with you lately? You've been acting weird." She said. He glanced at her and then looked away.
"I've been very bored lately, Annie. I have to amuse myself here at night. You know, I'm not used to this being by myself and all this quiet ... it's driving me insane. I guess I've just been keeping myself occupied." She sighed. Just then the phone rang. She ran up the stairs to answer it. She came back down by Brent moments later, smiling.
"Who ... was ... that?" He asked between pumps.
"It was Jocelyn." He felt a jolt go through him. Dammit, he was supposed to call her!
"What did she want?" He puffed. Andrea grinned.
"I don't have to go to work tonight!" She sang.
"Why not?"
"The girl I was working for came back early!" She dabbed at herself with a towel. He finished his set of reps, set down the weights, and stood up. He watched Andrea, standing there all sweaty and flushed. It was very erotic. He was a little sweaty himself. He approached her and ran his finger down her damp arm.
She shivered. He yanked the towel she held out of her hand and wrapped it around her and pulled her close. He kissed her.
"You smell." He said to her wrinkling up his nose.
"Brent?"
"Hmmm?" He asked staring at her intently, his blue eyes filled with desire ...
"You smell too." He nodded.
"Good." He said as he leaned down and kissed her again. He dropped the towel and grabbed her head with his hands. He held it tightly while he manipulated her mouth with his tongue. Andrea slid her hands down the waist of his shorts. His skin was sticky with sweat. She ran her hands over his ass and squeezed. She felt him respond by pressing himself forward against her. He pulled the band off that held her hair in a pony tail and it tumbled down her back. She moved one hand around to the front of him and found him hard already. She slid her hands down his dick and cupped his sweaty balls; she squeezed them gently. "Mmmm, baby ..." He breathed. He led her over to the weight bench. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and lay it down on the bench. He then tugged at Andrea's shorts and slid them down. He lay her down on the bench. His own shorts came off moments later and he straddled her over the bench. He held her legs up and prepared to enter her. He glanced over at the mirrors that adorned the wall and saw himself. Seeing himself in that position and Andrea waiting was unbelievable erotic. His dick throbbed at the sight and he entered her. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Ohhh Annie .." He whispered as he moved in and out of her. He let go of her legs and held on to the bar above the bench. "My God, this is fabulous." He said as he held the bar and fucked her. He glanced over at the mirror again. "This bench ... these mirrors ... fuck!" He panted. It was carnal! He pumped her hard and within moments he felt his passion swelling. A few groans and a few strokes later he came. He lay his head forward on his arms and he closed his eyes. "Oh God, Annie!" He panted. He let go of the bar and scooped her up in his arms.
"Wow, I never imagined when I bought this thing how many uses it had!" She said. He chuckled, kissed her and released her back down onto the bench.
"We're gonna find out just exactly how many it has." He said under his breath as he stood up.
"Brent, we have no tissues ..." She said. He picked up her towel and tossed it to her. "Don't plan on wearing this shirt again ..." She said as she sat up. He grabbed his shorts and headed for the stairs.
"Oh, I wasn't gonna ..."
Annie and Brent showered and then dressed. They both sat together at the kitchen table and had a Pepsi.
"Well, whatcha gonna do today since you don't have to work?" Brent asked. Annie shrugged.
"Want to go to the mall?" He shuddered.
"Uhhh, no. But ..." He thought of something. "Why don't you and Terri go and pick out some shorts and stuff to take on vacation." She nodded.
"That's a thought." She said. She did have some shopping she had to finish. Andrea called Terri and they arranged to meet at the mall. Terri was going to leave work early. Brent called Curt and they arranged to go to Founder's Hill. After Andrea left for the mall, Brent called Craig and asked him if he and Mandie would like to go to the Islands compliments of Brent and Andrea. The answer was an excited yes. Curt arrived moments later and they headed over to the brewpub.
