Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... lately. He told me if I really wanted something to do I could start by cleaning the apartment up a little, he didn’t know how I could be at home all day but the place looked worse than ever. I started to say that he was the source of most of the mess but caught myself and held it in. I owed Brian an awful lot. Later he seemed to realise that he’d hurt my feelings with his outburst, and to make it up to me he treated me to a movie. It was typical Brian, to act as though nothing had happened and be his usual charming witty self as we drove through the warm night with the top down. By the end of the evening I’d forgotten all about our argument. In the morning I made sure I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom and living room thoroughly while Brian was at college. I left his bedroom alone, I figured that was his business. In return, Brian started to try to involve me more in his life outside the apartment. I got to meet more of his friends from college who were mostly nice although we didn’t have a lot in common except for Brian. I could see that a couple of girls in his year were infatuated with him. He still had those good looks and that charm, but it seemed he was still hung up on Ashleigh and didn’t notice all the other attention. Brian decided we should both be fitter, and we started jogging together in the mornings before he went off to classes. At first I was reluctant, but it did make me feel better and got me out of the apartment. We both started taking vitamins, and tried to ...

... eat better foods. In a few weeks I noticed both our moods improved substantially, so I guess good health does have some short term benefits as well as the lasting ones Brian was keen about. Over the next few months my success with jobs was just as limited, and I toyed with the idea of going back home to Mom. But I enjoyed my time with Brian, although I was seeing less and less of him as his study increased. And although I’d so far had only a little exposure to LA it seemed so much more exciting than my home town, and I didn’t think I could stand to go back to somewhere where everyone knew me and I wasn’t anything. In LA I was a failure but at least no-one except Brian knew. I got to be a very good housekeeper. Brian commented on it one morning about six months after I moved in, and as I looked around I had to admit the place had changed since I first saw it. Apart from some general cleaning I’d also moved some stuff around, washed the curtains and put a cover on the horrible couch to tone it down a bit. While the place didn’t look like it would make Architectural Digest, it looked like my Mom wouldn’t drop dead when she saw it. Not long after that Brian got a letter from Ashleigh, the first in ages, and it really brought him down into a slump. He became kind of listless and empty, and didn’t want to talk about it, so I tried my best to be supportive and didn’t pry. I made sure he ate well and always had clean clothes and all that kind of stuff so that at least he could focus ...