A/N: I don't like summer, not practically fond of winter either. But I don't like summer, gets hot out and I sweat profusely. It's even worse when there's humidity. Which is why I always consider it a Godsend when I'm able to turn my A/C on. So you can probably guess where this is heading, so I'm just going to get to the chapter.
Chapter 71
I'm Jonah Teller, I live in a motel, well it's not really a motel. It's more of a small apartment building built from a motel, but the residents refer to it as a motel.
Anyway, I was going about my day as usual. A weather report came that said it was going to get to 102 degrees and would stay in the hundreds for the next week. Yep, it was summer alright. Luckily for me I had a air conditioner so I didn't worry too much.
Speaking of which, I turned on the A/C. It gave a low hum, but suddenly it started to make a series of sputtering noises before it went silent. I tried turning it on, but it remained silent.
No! No, no, no, no! This can't be happening! Wait, calm down. I just needed to call a repair service and that can get this fixed. I picked the phone and called the nearest electronic repair shop.
"Hello this is Morris' Electronic Repair and Installation, this is Margaret speaking, how may I help you?" a woman asked.
"Yeah, hi. I'm calling to see if you can send some to fix my air conditioning unit." I said.
"Can you tell me what the problem is?" she asked.
"I turned it on and was working fine, then it just died on me." I said.
"And how old is your unit?" she asked.
"Three, maybe four years old. It's not that old." I said.
"Have you had it checked within that time?" she asked.
"I didn't think I needed to, it was working fine until now." I said.
"Unfortunately we're backed up on repairs and installations. We can have a technician sent to your place in three to four business days," she said. "What is your locations?"
"Stevens Apartments, it's a the corner of Payen and Herst." I said.
"Alright sir, we'll send a repair man when they become available." she said.
"Alright, thanks for letting me know." I said with a heavy sigh.
"No problem sir, have a nice day." she said and I hung up the phone.
Great, now what am I supposed to do? I can really stay in my room, I could die of heat stroke. I could stay in the pool, but that's a short term solution to a long term problem.
Maybe I can stay with one of the neighbors, they probably have working A/C. But what do I say to them? Hey neighbor, my A/C is broken, can I stay with you until it gets fixed? Actually, that might work.
But I don't know anyone here. Except maybe the landlady, but it'd be weird to stay with my landlady who is not only a high schooler, but who also has her boyfriend come over fairly often.
There was the guy that lived below me. I had to watch his kid on occasion. But he took his wife and daughter to visit his folks and won't be back for a week, and I don't think it would look good on me to break into his room while he's away.
Wait, the girl next door to me! She's one of those Glacies! She's a natural air conditioning unit, I could stay with her. What was her name? Abigail...something. I think she has like an ironic last name. Winters? Frost? Snow! That's what it was, Abigail Snow.
I went to her door and I could feel a cool air behind the door. I knocked a couple times and she answered. She had on a light blue tank top and a pair of jean shorts.
"Can I help you?" she asked staring daggers at me.
"Howdy neighbor, I'm your neighborhood Jonah. I hoping that we could hang out." I said.
She scanned me up and down. I felt her cold (no pun intended) glare pierce my soul.
"No." she answered and shut the door on me.
I knocked again.
"What do you want?" she asked opening the door again, this time a little more aggravated then before.
"Look I know it's weird for me to ask, since we've never had a conversation...ever. But shouldn't we rectify that? We are neighbors after all." I said.
"Mhm, and what's the part you're not telling me?" she asked skeptically.
"Uh, I am appalled that you would suggested that I have some ulterior motive." I said feigning discuss.
She stared at me in disbelief.
"Okay my air conditioning broke and I need a cool place to stay until it gets repaired." I said.
"And how long will that take?" she asked.
"Three to four business days. Maybe." I said.
"And I'm the only person you know?" she asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"Just perfect *sigh*. Fine, just...don't mess with my stuff." she said heading back inside.
I followed behind, making I taked my shoes off as I entered. Abigail took a seat on the couch. I sat next to her basking in the cold air that radiated from her.
"Hey, don't interrupt my stories." she said.
I noticed that she had the TV on. It was some soap opera called A Sorted Affair. I didn't have anything better to do so I decided to watch.
A woman walked into an office. The man at the desk seemed upset by her sudden appearance.
"Ms. Swain, I thought I was clear that we were to stop seeing each other." the man said.
"Cut the crap Jonathan, I'm not here about that. I'm here about this!" the woman said slamming a folder on his desk.
He opened the file and began sorting through the files. His eyes grew wide with horror as he read through them.
"My god...is this true?" he asked looking up at her.
"Yes, these documents prove that Penelope didn't cause your accident, it was Charles." she said.
The man got up from his desk and went closer to her.
"But that can't be! Charles was supposed to be in prison when that happened." he said.
The woman turned away from him.
"So did I, but Jonathan, there's something else. Charles...is my long lost twin brother." she said.
"I knew it." Abigail commented.
"I'm sorry, what is happening?" I asked.
"Well, the series started with Jonathan getting into a car accident. It was believed that the accident was a murder attempt caused by his wife Penelope. He suspected that she tried to kill him because of the affair with his secretary Vivian. But it was actually Charles who was in prison for the murder of Robert Stevenson because he wanted to take over his company. The same company that Jonathan works and was caught before he could take over." she explained.
She might as well have been speaking another language.
"You know what, forget it. I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand." she said.
"Are you calling me stupid?" I asked a little agitated.
"You said it, not me." she said looking smug.
"I can handle watching a dumb soap opera." I said.
We continued watching the rest of the episode. I have to admit, I enjoyed it. It was stupid as hell, but I was engaged the whole time.
"So wait, why didn't Charles finish off Jonathan at the hospital?" I asked.
"Because he wasn't at the hospital." Abigail said.
"Yeah he was." I said.
"Okay when in the episode did you see him at the hospital?" she asked.
"When Dr. Mercer was asking about asking Nurse Smith for Jonathan's medical history." I said.
"I didn't see him." she said.
"That's because you were to focus on Nurse Smith's subplot with the amnesiac. Charles is Dr. Mercer." I said.
"What? No he's not, Charles was in prison for four years." she argued.
"Just as long as Dr. Mercer has been working at the hospital." I said.
"Okay, so why would want Jonathan's medical history?" she asked.
"Probably looking for allergies. Slip something into his food or drink." I said.
"Okay, I can by that. But what makes you think that Dr. Mercer is Charles?" she asked.
"His voice." I said.
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"They have the same voice. Remember when Vivian got that phone call from him? When Dr. Mercer spoke, at first I thought I was hearing things, but he sounded the same as Charles." I said.
"And how did you hear that?" she asked skeptically.
"I'm an audio engineer, you tend to pick these things up." I said.
"Fine, whatever." she said defeated.
"Watch, Dr. Mercer is Charles and I can't wait until I say I told you so." I said.
"Fine, but I think you're wrong." she said.
"So you have any plans for the evening?" I asked.
"Not really, was going to order pizza and watch a movie." she said.
"That was much better than what I had planned." I said.
"And what was your plan?" she asked.
"Heat up a TV dinner, jerk off, and go to bed." I said.
"Yeah you're not doing that." she said.
"Obviously, I was going to do it in my room, but A/C broke. But I like your idea." I said.
"Anything you want on it?" she asked.
"Which place are you ordering from?" I asked.
"Lorenzo's. I was thinking pepperoni with extra cheese." she said.
"Get the barbecue chicken, Trust me." I said.
"Actually, that does sound good." she said.
Later, we sat down that evening with our pizza.
"Mmm, you were right this is awesome." she said taking a bite into her slice.
"I think it's the sauce. It's got a smoky, tangy taste to it." I said.
"You know, I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole." she said.
"And you're not such a frigid bitch." I said.
"Did you just make a pun?" she asked with a bemused grin.
"Perhaps I meant too." I said smiling smugly.
"Hey, you mentioned that you were an audio engineer. Do you work with bands?" she asked.
"A few, but probably no one you've heard of, it's mostly local groups cutting demos," I answered taking bite into my slice. "What about you? What do you do?"
"I'm a receptionist for an office building. I just direct calls, it's not really interesting." she said.
"Do you have any friends?" I asked.
"Not really, in fact this is the longest I've talked to anyone." she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It's just how I am. I don't like being around people, except you. You aren't so bad." she said.
I noticed that she had a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth.
"Hey, you got some barbecue sauce on your face." I said.
"Where?" she asked.
"Right...there." I said wiping it off.
As I did, my thumb grazed her skin. It was cold to touch for sure. But there was a softness to her skin. She grabbed my hand just after I wiping the sauce off and sucked on my thumb.
The inside of her mouth was surprisingly warm. Made me wonder if that was the thing part of her that was warm. This began a slow forming erection in my pants.
"You know, you're going to need a bed right? And you don't like the heat, is that right?" she asked in a sultry tone.
"Uh, yeah. That's what I told you." I said.
"Well, even though I like being around people. I love feeling the heat of a guy. Especially when his dick is inside me and when he cums in me. Oh, what a feeling." she said.
"You're not messing with me are you?" I asked.
"Hey, I've been kinda enough to share my cold aria with you. The least you can do is share your heat with me." she said.
"I don't know...I might need a bit more incentive." I said playful.
Abigail smiled seductively at me. She removed her top and then she unhooked her bra. She had some nice tits, not to mention her blue nipples that were accentuated by her powder blue skin.
"Whoa!" I said a gasp.
"Whoa, is that all you have to say?" she asked.
"I don't really have the words to describe how rockin' your tits are." I said.
"Okay, maybe just saying whoa was better than saying 'rockin' tits'." she said.
"You asked." I said.
"Just touch my tits before I change my mind." she said.
I grabbed a hold of her breasts. I felt the slight sting of cold as my hands made contact with her flesh. Yet, I didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact it felt good.
Abigail moaned as I kneaded her mounds. The cold feeling plus the softness of her skin made it feel like I was groping snow.
"Mmm Jonah, your hands are so warm." Abigail said placing her hands on top of mine.
"Well if you think that's good, just wait until I do this." I said moving a hand from her breast and down her shorts.
I grazed the soft, cool outer lips of her vagina. I slipped a finger inside her, which was as I expected wet and warm like her mouth. I slipped the second finger into her and shuddered as they moved inside her.
"Ohhh Jonah!" she moaned.
I kept fingering her, getting her nice and wet for the next step. I removed my hand as well as her shorts and thong. Once off I kneeled on the floor and proceeded to eat her pussy out.
"Careful. Try not to get your tongue stuck down there." Abigail said.
Heh, that's funny...wait is she sorry? Eh, whatever. I tentatively licked her sopping pussy. Each lick that passed could taste the sweetness of her juices. It made me want more.
I stroked my tongue against the opening more, with gradually increasing speed. Abigail's legs began to twitch and squirmed as I licked.
"Oh fuck Jonah! Fuck, that feels good!" she cried.
I licked faster and faster. Until I was hit with a sudden blast of a cool liquid on my face.
"Shit, oh shit! Fuck Jonah that was good." Abigail said panting softly.
"Why don't we take this to your bed? I can make you feel better." I suggested.
"I don't know how that will be possible, but I'm excited to see nevertheless." she said.
I carried her off to her bed. Once I laid her down I stripped off my clothes and hovered my throbbing rod at the entrance of her pussy.
"You ready to take this monster?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, I want you to give me every inch." she said.
I began to slowly insert my cock inside of her. She groaned with every inch she took. Once I reached the base of my shaft. My movements started slow, but gradually became faster.
Abigail wrapped her legs around my waist bringing me deeper into her. I could feel myself reaching my climax.
"Abigail, I'm gonna cum soon." I said.
"Do it! Unload your hot load inside of me!" she cried.
I pounded her hard and soon I flooded her womb with a large amount of semen. Abigail's body went limp and her breathing became haggard.
"So...warm..." she said.
We continued living together until my A/C got fixed. Whenever we weren't at our jobs we were at her place banging like rabbits or watching that soap opera she likes. And even though it was fixed, I still wanted to hang out with Abigail.
"Hey you, I thought your air conditioning got fixed." Abigail said opening her door.
"It was, but that doesn't mean I don't want to come over." I said.
"Alright, A Sorted Affair is going to be on soon." she said.
"I hope they reveal that Dr. Mercer is Charles." I said entering.
"He's not Charles." she said.
"You keep telling yourself that." I said.