Alex and Vicki: Table Talk - Sex Stories

Alex and Vicki: Table Talk

... roommate, her roommate didn’t pay their landlord anything for several months now. She also shared that now she is going to have to sue her roommate, and she does have her cancelled checks to prove she paid. “Vicki,” I said, “What is it that you have to talk to me about?” “Well Hon’, Tara said that she has nowhere to go, and wants to know if she could stay with us until she finds a place.” “I guess so,” I said. “Vicki, I’m going to let you make the call, fair enough. Doesn’t she have anyplace to go, friends, family?” “I guess not Hon’. A few days, even a week or two can’t hurt, can it? And Hon’, she really is a sweetheart, you’ll see.” “Vicki,” I said, “It’s your call. When would she be coming to stay with us?” “Well Hon’, tonight?” “Vicki,” I said, “Call her back, talk to her, and then I’d like to talk to her. Moving out under these stressful conditions can have repercussions. Tara knows me, I just have a few questions and suggestions to make everything easier.” Vicki phoned Tara back and told her that she could stay with us until she found a place. I in turn spoke with her to find out how much furniture and belongings she had to move, hoping that there wasn’t much. Well, there was more than I anticipated. She informed me that most all of the furniture was hers: the sofa, loveseat, lounge chair, kitchen set, and her bedroom set. Luckily, Tara lived on the first floor; so getting everything into the truck from her front patio door would be easy. Before we hung up, I told ...

... her to pack up her clothes, and also to stay put and relax. She informed me that almost all of her clothes were packed, as well as her personal items. At that point I told her I’d call her back. After we hung up, I called a friend of mine, Chuck, who owned a truck rental business. I knew they were closed so I called him at home. I explained Tara’s ugly predicament, and he let me know that he and two of his sons could have her out of there in an hour. He then said, “Alex, just call me back with her address. I’ve got a truck here at home that will do the job. We can meet you there.” My next call was to the police. I was able to get a hold of an officer I know well, and he and his partner agreed to meet us there, to avoid any confrontations. > > > > > Moving forward: it was a little after eleven p.m. now. Chuck, his two sons, and myself had Tara moved out, and had all of her belongings in my empty third car garage. I offered to pay Chuck, but he declined. Instead, I gave his two sons some cash and they were very happy. Since Chuck drove the truck, and his sons drove their car, after his sons left I offered Chuck a beer. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention who Chuck is. He’s my good buddy that I jacked-off with one time when I was a kid, and we have remained friends ever since. After everything was done, the two of us stood around in the garage and talked about old times while we had a few beers. Before too long the subject of big tits came up. As it turned out Chuck also married a ...