Gabe

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “All of it?”

  “All of it.”

  “Fine,” I said after a minute. “But you’re going first. I’m not used to that kind of pain and I’m not doing it just for you to back out.”

  “Uh-uh. We’ll go together and have it done at the same time. You could do the same thing to me.”

  “Then, you have to have your legs waxed too. If your hair grows in that fast, we should just have an in-home waxing person on standby.”

  “I can’t help it that my hair grows that fast. I’m Italian and my hair is thick and coarse and it grows fast.”

  “Woman, you have more hair on your legs than I do.”

  “I do not!”

  I yanked her pant leg up again and pointed to the fur coat on her leg. “It looks like you killed a bear and made a second skin out of his fur.”

  “Are you going to kiss me or are you going to keep pointing out how hairy I am?”

  “I can multitask.” I stood up, scooping her up into my arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Laying her out on the bed, I pulled off her pants and grimaced. “This is just so wrong. I feel like I’m about to fuck a dude.”

  “Did you want me to leave?”

  “We’ll just keep the covers over us so I can’t see it.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and pulled me down to kiss her. It had been a whole fucking week without her and I was starving for her. I could never go that long without her again.

  I slipped my fingers down to her panties and started dragging them down her legs. When I broke our kiss to pull her panties off, I started shaking my head. “What are these?”

  “They’re my comfy underwear.”

  “Woman, those are granny panties.”

  She snagged them out of my hands and hid them behind her back. “Hey, we weren’t together. I reserve the right to wear whatever I want when you’re not around.”

  “But…but those were some seriously large panties.”

  “They aren’t panties. Panties are sexy. These are underwear. They’re cotton and they’re basic and they cover my ass.”

  “Why would you want to do that?”

  “Because it’s comfortable. Not every woman wants to wear a thong all the time.”

  “I don’t want to hear that. You’re ruining this very beautiful image I have in my head. Now all I see is a hairy grandma with large underwear trying to seduce me.”

  She smacked me again. That seemed to be her go-to move when I insulted her. “If you want me to wear a thong all the time, then you have to wear one for me one day.”

  “You want me to wear a thong?”

  “I’ll even pick one out for you. One day,” she smiled. “That’s all you have to give me and I’ll wear a thong for you all the time.”

  “Seriously? I can do one day.”

  “And I get to pick when you do it.”

  “Now, wait a minute-”

  “Nope, that’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

  “Fine, but you’d better pick out something sexy for me.”

  “I’ll make it good,” she promised.

  Pushing my pants off my legs, I covered her body with mine and kissed her hard. Fuck the pain in my nuts, I needed this woman. I slid my fingers through her hairy pussy and did my best not to laugh at her. I definitely wasn’t going down on her with the bush she was sporting. When I had her good and worked up, I pushed inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. I thrust in and out, over and over until she was gripping my shoulders and writhing beneath me.

  “Gabe, faster. I need more.”

  “I would, but your hairy legs keep poking me in the ass.”

  ✯✯✯✯✯

  “Today’s the day!” I groaned when Isa walked in the room with her cheery smile. I had been staying at her house for the past week and a half. Ever since we made up, neither of us had wanted to be away from each other. I would have to go home eventually, but that day wasn’t today.

  “No, not today.”

  “Yes, today. I told you that I would get to choose the day and since you’re now hair free down there, imagine how good you’ll look in a thong.”

  “Baby, today is really not a good day. Knight’s doing some new training thing in the morning. I can’t be running around in a thong today.”

  “Hmm.” She held her finger to her chin as she stared off in thought. “I don’t think I really care. I’ve been wearing a thong for you every day and I’ve hated it. It’s time to pay up, buddy. And remember, you have to wear it all day if you want to win the bet.”

  I groaned, really not wanting to wear a fucking thong today, but if I wanted to see her ass in a thong, I had to do this. “Fine, give me the damn thing.”

  “Let’s see what we have to work with.”

  She pulled her massive stash of underwear out of the drawer and started sorting through them. “How many different kinds of underwear do you have? I know you said there were a lot of options, but don’t you usually choose one style and stick with it?”

  “Mostly, but I’m an underwear hog. I try all the different kinds, but even if I don’t like it, I can’t bring myself to get rid of it.”

  “That’s insane.”

  “Hey, I spent money on them and you can’t return underwear after you’ve put them on.”

  “I’m glad I’m not a woman,” I grumbled. I started sorting through the massive selection and came across a particularly large pair of panties that I recognized from the cabin. I had become quite fond of them. I stuffed them into my back pocket to keep with me.

  “Hey, I saw that, mister.”

  “They’re mine now. I earned them.”

  “You want my large underwear?”

  “I actually like them. We bonded at the cabin.”

  “You bonded with my underwear.”

  “They’re not underwear. They’re panties.”

  “No, they’re underwear. Plain, ordinary underwear. Knickers. Underchunders. There’s nothing sexy about these, therefore, they cannot be classified as panties.”

  She threw a pair into my face. I snatched them before they fell to the floor and held them up. I shook my head immediately. “No, you can’t be serious. There’s no way my dick and my balls will fit in this.”

  “Then I guess you’d better find a way to adjust yourself,” she smiled before flouncing out of the bedroom.

  Two hours later, I was in the training center while Knight rambled on about what we’d be learning today. All I could think about was the tiny string that was in my ass crack and how my balls kept falling out one side or the other of the thin scrap of fabric Isa had given me. I wiggled a little, trying to find a comfortable way to stand that wouldn’t feel like my junk was swaying in the wind.

  “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Chance whispered to me. “You look like you’re trying to escape a bug crawling up your ass.”

  “You’re not too far off.”

  “What?”

  I tilted my head closer to his so I could tell him without being overheard. “Isa made me wear a thong.”

  His snort of laughter drew looks from pretty much everyone in the room. When they all went back to listening to Knight, Chance leaned over and whispered, “I’m getting pictures of this when we’re done.”

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  “We’ll see,” he smirked. Bastard. I shouldn’t have said anything to him. This was going to end badly.

  ✯✯✯✯✯

  Training had taken longer than expected and my balls were bruised from that damn string that kept riding right through my sac. I had to get out of here and get home so I could take this shit off.

  “Hey,” Chance grinned. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Home.”

  He was standing there with Jackson, Alec, and Craig. He fucking told them. I knew it because they were all grinning at me and Alec’s eyes kept darting to my groin. Fuck, this was bad.

  “We were thinking you could show the new guy
around the weight room,” Jackson said as I started pulling my shit out of my locker.

  “What new guy?”

  “Hunter and Derek finally found a third for their team. He’s here today.”

  “Then Hunter or Derek should show him around.”

  “Yeah, but we were thinking that maybe you could show him a thing or two,” Craig laughed. “You’re so good at those lunges.”

  “You’re such an asshole, Chance.”

  “Come on,” Jackson goaded. “Show us. We want to see how you look in that pretty thong.”

  “Fuck no.”

  “If you don’t show us, we’re going to tell all the other guys.” Alec, what a bastard. He could be a professional blackmailer. Any guy in my situation wouldn’t want everyone to know, so I was basically fucked if I didn’t show them.

  “If I show you, you don’t take pictures and you don’t fucking tell another living soul.”

  They all nodded eagerly. Sighing, I undid my pants as I glared at them. “I fucking hate all of you.” I yanked my pants down so they could all witness this humiliating experience. It was silent in the room for approximately two point five seconds before they were all laughing and pointing at me.

  “I didn’t know you were a lace man,” Chance laughed. “I would have thought you’d have gone for silk.”

  “I like the color though,” Jackson joined in. “Black goes with anything.”

  Alec laughed. “Yeah, it’s says I’m manly, but I can also be sexy.”

  “Laugh it up, fuckers. Just you wait. One of you is going to find some woman that offers you thongs for the rest of your life. You’d be doing this too.”

  “She offered to give you thongs?” Chance asked.

  “To wear them, dipshit. If I wear this one all day, she’ll wear them every day from here on out.”

  “Doesn’t that pinch your-”

  I cut Craig off. “Yes, it fucking pinches and this string riding up my ass is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever had to deal with. I was flopping all over out there.”

  “And your dick doesn’t really fit in there,” Jackson laughed. He bent over, looking at my groin. “Hello, Mr. Penis,” he said in a childish voice. “Are you all scrunched up in there?” The guys were all laughing and there was no way to fucking stop this. “Is Gabe gonna take you out to play later? Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get a kiss from momma.”

  The room fell silent and the guys were all looking anywhere but at me. Jackson slowly stood up, swearing under his breath. I turned around to see who had just walked in. Fuck, it was the new recruit.

  I gave a little wave. “Hey, man. Gabe Moore. How ya doing?”

  He wasn’t looking at me though. His eyes were going from my dick to the other guys. I didn’t know what to do. Did I just stand here and pretend this wasn’t happening or did I yank up my pants?

  “It’s for a woman,” I said after a minute.

  Relief flooded the man’s face. “Gotcha. Rocco Turner.” He walked closer and knelt down to take a closer look. What the fuck? Why was everyone so interested in how I looked? “I would have gone with a different fabric. You know, you could’ve used some double sided tape and that would have solved your problem.”

  “They make double sided tape for bodies?”

  “Yeah, I actually have some in my bag.”

  He rifled through his bag, pulling out the tape and holding it up like it was a prize. He knelt down in front of me and I took a step back.

  “Whoa, whatcha doing there, Rocco? I don’t know you that well, and even if I did, I don’t let men touch my junk.”

  “Relax, I was a medic. I’ve seen and touched worse than a man’s junk.” He instantly reached forward and pulled down the material. I couldn’t look as he did this. I looked up at the ceiling, puffing out my cheeks as I tried to ignore the feel of another man’s fingers on my balls. I felt the tape wrap around the skin and then he was sticking me to the inside of the thong. Then, he grabbed my dick and started to do the same. I was a little curious, so I looked down. The guys had also moved closer to see what he was doing.

  “Fucking hell!” My eyes flew to the door where Cap was standing, shaking his head. “Rocco, what the fuck? I just hired you and you’re already taking after these guys?”

  “I was just showing Gabe how to use double sided tape to hold himself inside a thong,” Rocco said as if this was a normal everyday occurrence.

  “A thong?” Cap questioned. “Seriously? Do you not have enough issues already? I swear to God…Fuck.” Cap spun around and walked out the door. I tapped Rocco’s hand.

  “I think you can let go of my dick now.”

  Rocco backed away and held out his hand. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

  “I’d say you met a little too much of me.” I yanked up my pants and grabbed my bag, cursing Isa for choosing today to make me wear the damn things. She was going to wear no underwear for the rest of her life if I had anything to say about it.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Isabella

  “OKAY, THIS IS going to be your property. It just came on the market and the owners need some help figuring out how to get it ready. I want you to head on over to the house and see what we need to do. I’m guessing we’ll have to call in one of the stagers to get the house looking good,” my boss, Karen said, handing over the file.

  I flipped through it, noting the address and nodded. “I’ll head over now and see what we have to work with.”

  “Great and this will be your top priority for now. They want to sell fast, so we need to move on this.”

  “Gotcha.” I headed to my car, file in hand and drove over to the house. The key was in the file and after sliding the file in my briefcase, I stepped out of my car and sighed at the condition of the outside. Absolutely no curb appeal. The bushes were overgrown and the grass was practically dead. The detached garage was rundown and the paint was peeling. Walking up the steps, I had to watch my step so I didn’t fall through one of the rotted steps. I was even scared to cross the porch, afraid it would collapse under my weight.

  Staring at the door, I was actually afraid to open the door. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Taking a deep breath, I shoved the key in the door and turned the knob. When it didn’t open, I put my weight behind it and rammed it with my hip. Falling through the door, my briefcase skittered across the floor, just barely stopping before hitting a dead rat. I grimaced and quickly snatched it back up, wiping away the cobwebs that were tangling in my hair. My heart was beating out of control as I tried to hold the panic of dealing with another spider attack. I briefly thought of calling Karen and telling her I couldn’t do this, but I was new and I couldn’t afford to walk away from a property.

  The kitchen was off to the right and the state of it was deplorable. All the appliances were old and rusted. The linoleum flooring was peeling up, but underneath I could see hardwood flooring. Why would someone put linoleum over hardwood? The cabinet doors were in terrible shape, some of them just hanging on by a thread. I didn’t have to walk through the rest of the house to know that I couldn’t sell this house unless it was to someone that wanted to flip it.

  Pulling out my phone, I dialed Karen’s number.

  “Hello, this is Karen Wright.”

  “Karen, it’s Isabella. I haven’t even walked through the whole house yet, but this is so rundown. It’s not going to sell in this condition. It either needs to be demolished or sold to someone that wants to flip it. Even so, the seller isn’t going to make any money on this house.”

  “Alright. Call an inspector to take a look. We’ll see if there’s anything to work with. I know someone that might be interested in flipping it, but he won’t bother looking if it doesn’t even have a solid foundation.”

  “Okay. I’m going to take a look around the outside after I call the inspector and then I’ll be back at the office.”

  “We’ll see you then.”

  After calling the inspector and setting up a time for hi
m to come out, I carefully made my way outside and looked around. From looking in through the clouded window of the garage, I couldn’t tell a whole lot, but based on the way it was leaning, I was guessing it would have to be torn down. The backyard was about the same as the front except there was a large hole toward the back of the property by an old well hand pump. I peered into the hole, which had to be at least three feet deep, but there was nothing there.

  Continuing to the back of the property, I walked through the thin line of trees and gasped. The lake butted up to this property and if these trees weren’t here, whoever lived here would have a fantastic view. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to plant trees right along the lake. The only thing that made sense was that they were here before the house was built. I didn’t know a lot about trees, but they didn’t look like they were old enough to have been planted before the house was built.

  When I walked out of the tree line, I jumped in surprise. There was a man in standing in the backyard watching me. He was dressed much like a construction worker, but he wasn’t looking at the house. He actually seemed to be looking at the large hole that I was by. I thought vaguely about calling Gabe, but I couldn’t freak out just because there was a man on the property. I needed to find out what he wanted before I jumped to conclusions.

  “Hello. Can I help you?” I asked as I approached.

  “I saw your car in the driveway and I thought I’d stop by. This house has been vacant for years.” He nodded toward the house, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m Tim,” he said, holding out his hand. I shook his hand, noting how firm his grip was and made mine strong also. I didn’t want him thinking I was some weak female.

  “Isabella. I’m the real estate agent for this property. I was just coming by to see what I had to work with.”

  “Not much,” he grinned. “I’ve had my eye on this house for years. I wanted to fix it up, but I could never get the owner to sell. I heard that he passed away recently and the family was wanting to sell. Figured this was my opportunity.”

  “Well, I have an inspector coming out. The house looks like it would be better off if it was demolished, but the property has potential.”