chapter 2

*Yes chapter adds while eating half a butterscotch cheesecake. MMMMM*

"I don't think we've officially met. My name's Jessica." She said sweetly smiling at him.
"I'm Jacob, I think we met once in the laundry room." He said with a laugh.
She giggled at him and just smiled openly. She wasn't trying to look at him like he was her next meal, but god she wanted him to be. His thick dark brown hair stuck to his head, his beard was wetted to his face. His big blue eyes were as clear of blue as the pool water was. And his immense size was just, immense, it was haard not to stare.

Jacob stood there awkwardly for a moment, not sure what to say to his beautiful neighbor. The ends of her long tawny hair was swirling in the water, her green eyes were bright with the reflection from the sun, her bikini was... well a bikini, it took a lot not to stare at her.
"Um, how was your nap?" He blurted out, then mentally kicked himself for such a stupid question.
She giggled again.
"It was, well short. I think I slept for like ten seconds." She said blushing slightly.
He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what part of his graceless entrance she had seen.
"I think I woke up right when you got here." She said biting her lip.
He blushed a brilliant shade of maroon.
"Why are you blushing?" She asked her brow furrowing.
This was a trap, she knew exactly why he was blushing, but she wanted to just admire him openly.
"Uh, no reason, my entrance wasn't exactly graceful." He said forcing a laugh.
"Oh, well I wouldn't say it was graceful, but it wasn't terrible either." She said sweetly.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
She blushed again.

"Ah, so how are you liking the apartments? You haven't been here that long." She asked trying to recover from the awkward turn she took.
"It's alright, not a bad neighborhood. My mom keeps bugging me to find a wife now. She says, 'you have a place, you have a job, now you just need a girl."
"Yeah the neighborhood is pretty good. You mean a good looking guy like you is single? What kinda world is this?" She said coyly.
He laughed thinking she was joking, "well a world that has good taste." He said.
Her brow furrowed at him again not knowing what to say.
"I wouldn't really know where to find a girl who liked big fat guys." He said plainly guesturing to his gut thinking she might be a little dumb.
She blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet. She took a wrong route, needs to reroute.
"Um, do you want to play marco polo?" She asked awkwardly not knowing what else to say.
He laughed, "sure, I'll be marco first."
"Alright, close your eyes, spin and count to ten." She said.
As he closed his eyes she edged away and headed more towards the deep end and leaned against the wall of the pool.
As he spun she watched him, he had a nice grace about him that didn't come to many men of size.
His shirt was clinging so tight to him she could see his thick chest, his pectoral muscles hidden beneath twin mounds of flesh, his belly bounced slightly in the water as he spun around.

Jacob stopped spinning slightly, "Marco." He said with his arms outstretched.
"Polo." he heard coming from the other side of the pool.
He edged to where he heard the voice coming from.
"Marco." He called out.
"Polo." he heard her say closer than before.
He edged even closer, thinking he felt her arm.
"Marco." He said.
"Polo." she whispered with a giggle.
He reached out and placed a firm hand on her skin. He opened his eyes and realized half of his hand was on her breast, but oddly she was smiling.