The Misadventures of Dymond Dawg and SonASin (closed for NDIaC)

[Pound4Pound]

Sincere Howard Jr. couldn't wait to get home, so much so that he booked it out of his shitty job at the coffee shop three hours before his shift ended. His boss was PISSED but Sincere didn't give two fucks about the afternoon rush. That's the problem with having a lax cell phone policy, sometimes your employees get good news on the clock. Good news that required them tearing off their aprons and tossing their stupid visors in the air with a resounding, all the while singing, "I quit...I quit...I quit...I quit I quit I quit."

The good news in question, a job offer from Dragnipur Media. It was an up and coming gaming company based out of the West Coast, so not only did he have the job of his dreams but he finally had an excuse to move out of his parents basement. Granted they weren't putting any pressure on him but still his Dad's jokes about him never leaving the nest were getting old. Sincere was the last Howard kid at home. His older sister had gotten married the year before and was currently pregnant with a set of twins. His younger sister joined the navy as soon as she graduated high school the year before that, leaving him the odd man out. But that was par for the course, now he got to be different. His sisters hadn't lived on their own. As far as Sincere was concerned, moving into your husband's childhood home or to an base didn't count.

He was halfway home when his phone chimed again and he looked long enough to know that it was another email. Since it was to his gaming account, he figured it could wait until after he told the world of his good news. And by the world he meant his mother because if it was one thing Cherie Howard was good at it was telling everybody's business. Unfortunately she wasn't home when Sincere pulled up in front of their cookie cutter suburban home, complete with white picket fence and two car garage. A two car garage that he wasn't allowed to park in. "The garage and the driveway are for people who pay bills. You park your piece of shit on the street," his father had told him more than once, without regard for the fact that he was the one responsible for purchasing his son's "piece of shit".

Both the doors were open so Sincere knew his father was inside tinkering with his latest project. A '67 Chevelle, and just as he suspected, Sincere could see a set of legs sprawled beneath the car as he trotted up the driveway. At the sound of footsteps, Sincere Sr., or Big Sin as he was known outside of the house, pushed out from beneath his new pride and joy. The retired NFL defensive back gave his son a quizzical look as he stood to his full 6'4" and said, "I thought you didn't get off until 6?"

"I quit," Sincere said in a rush and threw up his hands to stop the tirade he felt coming from his father. "I got the job Dad..."

"What job?"

"The job the one in Cali I was telling you about. Got the email just..." Sincere barely got the sentence out before his father wrapped him up in a bear hug so tight he thought he might suffocate.

"I knew it...My man...I knew it...I'm so proud of you kid," Big Sin said and gave his son a playful shove that sent him stumbling. Sincere knew it was to cover the tears in his eyes. "This is gonna break your mother's heart you know that right?"

"Yeah right...just give her more to brag about."

"So when do you start?"

"They gave me a month...and get this...their gonna cover moving expenses and first months rent."

"Not bad kid, not bad at all," said the man who had a million dollar salary at his first job out of college. "You buddy's already out there right?"

"Yeah he said I can stay with him until I find I place but I kinda want my own digs, you know?"

"Don't I? Never had the chance...went from the dorms to the frat house to your mother's house," he said with a chuckle before he pulled Sincere in for another hug. He planted a kiss on the top of his head and patted him hard on the back before he pushed him away. "I'm so proud of you Junior."

"Thanks Pop."

"Go on...I know you want to go spread the news," Big Sin said with a wink before he hunkered down, poised to slide back under the car. "Hey Junior...you really want this job? You not going just to chase that girl, right?"

"No Pop," Sincere said with sucked teeth as he headed into the house. "It's not about that girl."

Well not completely anyway. It was common knowledge among his family that Sincere had a long standing crush on his virtual partner in crime Ami Zedler bka Dymond Dawg. They "met" as pimply faced teenagers playing Warhammer Online and no matter how much they chatted between skirmishes, Sincere didn't believe she was a girl until the first time he heard her voice when they switched over to Xbox live. But still they were just buddies until he went off to college and worked up the nerve to ask for her number. She happily gave it to him and a friendship bloomed. Now, almost 10 years later, Sincere consider her one of his closest friends. She was definitely his closest confidant and he couldn't wait to tell her the good news.

It wasn't until he looked at the lock screen on his phone that he remembered the other email and his breath caught at the sight of the subject line. It was the rest of the message that had him hooting and hollering so loud his father came rushing into the kitchen to see what was wrong. "Just game stuff Pop," he said as he scrambled down to his room to fire up his laptop to read the email on the big screen.

Rampage International Wants You
Dear loyal gamer,
This message is to invite you, platinum level player, to participate in our inaugural Rampage international Tournament. As a thank you for assisting in our success all platinum level players are being granted an all expensed paid VIP experience...​

There was more but Sincere was too excited to read it all the way through before he grabbed his phone and texted one of the only other platinum level players he knew. The only player whose number he had anyway.

Yoooooo Zed tell you got the message from Rampage

 

[NDIaC]

It was well into late afternoon even on the west coast and Ami Zed was still asleep. It wasn't like she had to get up and doing anything pressing, in her line of work she could get stuff done on a time table of her own choosing. So she just happened to choose to spend the night before drinking heavily along with other questionable activities. Don't ask her just what, she wasn't going to remember much of the night before even with a clear head. She probably would have slept longer, no, she would have slept well into the early evening if her phone hadn't started to vibrate and screech. She fully regretted choosing that ringtone now, the gravely and husky voice of Arthur Brown saying, “I am the God of Hellfire...and I bring you...FIRE!” before the song Fire started in earnest for a few seconds.


It was enough to jolt Ami from her sweet reverie, her entire body giving a twitch before her head snapped back and those typically bright green eyes flared open. She knew exactly who it was that was texting her, there was only one person that she'd bestowed with that ringtone. For a few moments she lay there, partially awake, her eyes already starting to drift closed in the welcoming darkness of her bedroom. Ami lay spread out on her mattress, wearing nothing but a baggy T-shirt to hide her shame. It really wasn't doing much at the moment, since she had tossed and turned enough to kick off her blankets and cause the shirt to roll up on itself. The material got caught over her more than ample cleavage, stretching the material between those lovely globes of flesh yet leaving the rest of her frame fully exposed. At 5'9” tall Ami had an impressive physique, long toned legs and shapely hips that were meant to be grabbed and held, along with a backside that most people would simply kill for. Her core was taut and toned, just a hint of definition underneath that unmarred alabaster skin. Only the neatly trimmed airstrip of brown hair between her thighs changed the landscape of her silky smooth body. She had a heavenly face as well, sharp features, strong jaw, soft, full lips that easily held a captivating smile, along with a pair of bright green eyes that shone with their own inner radiance. Of course at the moment she wasn't wearing that smile and her eyes were half-closed, fogged over with a haze of alcohol induced regret. Her hair, which was naturally brown, was undercut, the sides and back shaved down to a fine bur, while on top it was far longer, her bangs reaching well past her chin. The top tuft of hair was dyed a riotous mixture of pink, purple and magenta, an alluring cut even in its current state of 'bed head' dishevelment.


Her chest rose and fell rhythmically with her slow, even breaths as her body began to adapt to being awake. By the time she could move properly she almost forgot why she had woken up in the first place. It didn't matter much, since instinct dictated the first thing she grabbed when getting out of bed was her phone. The sleek rectangle vibrated in indication of a message once she picked it up, Ami moved just enough to snatch it up before she collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh. Lazily she swiped a finger over the screen, shooing away the foreground image of a Pikachu smashed up against the screen. She squinted a bit at the bright light emanating from the device, though after a few moments she was able to make out the details. She had several missed calls, even more text messages and quiet a few emails waiting her attention. How she missed all of those but Sin's text was beyond her. She really didn't think much about it, at this point in their friendship it was easy to just take the other person's existence for granted. They had been friends forever, and according to Prince that was a mighty long time. Ami didn't have many people in her life she could consider herself close to, sure she had a lot of acquaintances, hangers on and of course lovers, but not friends. It took an impressive person to keep her attention, so far Sin had always done that in his own, odd way.


She read his message a few times before the words finally started to make sense. Even then she didn't get their meaning entirely, which was obvious from her response.


Wat? Did we suspended again?

The question was needless, since by the time he would even answer she would have checked her email. Ami went through her texts, finding most of them unimportant, hell, some of them didn't even have names, just odd references to their natures and personalities. Again, not everyone could hold her attention for long, she had her fair share of lovers and an even longer ling of would be lovers and friends. Those that made it past the first hurdle usually got at least a nickname, she reserved the rights to Rando#1 – 10 for those she considered little more than booty calls. There was always a sizeable list, which she kept regularly stocked with fresh meat. It wasn't as if she were calling in reinforcements to her bed nightly, Ami slowly leeched her lovers dry before tossing them to the wayside. It was brutal and harsh, but that was just her way. They weren't much more than a momentary distraction.


All too soon Ami found the email Sin was referring too. She read it several times just to get the grasp of it, seemed a common theme here this early in the...afternoon. She blinked, rereading the part about the VIP experience. All expenses paid.


“Damn,” She muttered, the dull ache from last nights drinking quickly dissipating as the adrenaline started to pump through her veins. She pushed up into a sitting position with a huff, reread the email again and couldn't help but laugh. “Holy shit.”


It wouldn't be her first tournament to attend, she had been to a few rodeos in the past. Gaming was in her blood, hell it was her job, but never before had she gotten an invitation for something like this. She quickly returned to Sin's text and shot off a few more in rapid fire succession.


Dude!


For srs?


Tell me yer goin? Don't puss out on me!

It was a given that she would attend, after all it would be great for her channel let alone the exposure from participating in the tournament itself. Sin, on the other hand, well she knew how it was going for him. Even with all expenses paid some people couldn't tear themselves away from their lives so easily. If only she realized the rest of his news, she might have not been so quick to call him out. Maybe not, it was Ami after all. If she was jabbing at him or throwing light hearted insults in his directly something was seriously wrong.

Within a few short moments Ami managed to get herself to the edge of the bed, quickly typing away on her phone as she updated her social media status to include the invitation by Rampage. It was important stuff, her fans needed to keep up to date on her daily activities along with the important stuff. People ate up that kind of junk and Ami couldn’t deny she enjoyed the attention. After all that was part of the draw doing what she did, wasn’t it? She pushed up to her feet and idly stretched, leaning up on the balls of her feet as her sleek muscles tensed and rippled under her pale flesh. Ami sighed loudly and strolled out of her bedroom and down the hallway of her 2 bedroom apartment. It was in a relatively nice part of the city, furnished with all new modern appliances and furniture, along with her own personal gear and equipment. She made her way to the bathroom, intent on the daily ritual of hygiene. She had a feeling it was going to be a good day.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Sincere was glad he allowed his father to upgrade his business class ticket to first class. It had been years since he'd flown, not since his last and largest growth spurt that took him from 5'10" to his full 6'3". Judging by the legroom at the rear of the plane, or lack thereof, the four hour flight from JFK to LAX would have been hell on his knees. He still battled with growing pains that his father swore wouldn't be alleviated until Sincere "put some meat on his bones." The truth was, before his spurt, Sincere carried the body of a guy who didn't spend much time anywhere near a gym. Now that he had stretched out, and had to actually work for a living, the baby fat had melted away to reveal a lean physique that he still wasn't quite sure what to do with. He'd even taken his father up on light weight training to help develop some semblance of definition on his gangly limbs. He was by no means the Adonis that his father was at his age but Sincere was well on his way with shoulders that would have been broad is they weren't so bony. He did have abs though, a hard six pack complete with those muscle at his hips that pointed down to his cock, which had always been impressive though rarely used.

With the exception of his glasses, Sincere Howard looked nothing like the chubby kid he was in high school, or his first couple years of college either. He paid more attention to his appearance now that he knew people were looking at him. Regular hair cuts were normal now to keep his scruffy beard and frohawk tight. Gone were the cheap glasses with the tape on the arm, replaced by stylish Buddy Holly style frames to correct his vision. His mother set him up with her dermatologist to set him on a skincare regime that cleared up his acne and erased most of the scars, leaving his caramel skin relatively unblemished. The new body shape also required a new wardrobe and he took his big sister's advance and bought things that fit him. To people that didn't know him, Sincere looked the portrait of a hipster in his slim cut jeans and graphic t-shirts. He still maintained his fat kid personality though, but now it was wrapped in a much more pleasing package.

Which is why he took the chance and invited Ami on a road trip from her SoCal apartment to the tournament in sunny Las Vegas. It was a shot in the dark but Sincere billed it as a chance for them to finally hang out before the serious work of winning the tournament began. In the weeks that followed the invitation Sincere had done some serious work of the competition and found that he and Ami had faced most of them on the battlefield already. He even set up dummy accounts on the handful of other servers to gather intel on the heavy hitters that they didn't encounter in their daily game play. And he dug deep find, snippets of personal lives that Ami would no doubt use in her trash talk. All in all, there chances seemed promising but he knew he had to win if he wanted to take his relationship with Ami to the next level.

Then there was the business of signing the lease at his new apartment. It was only about an hours ride from Ami's place and his sister stationed in San Diego had been nice enough to take a look at it, giving it her military level approval. She even talked the landlord into lowering the rent by $100 to help her big brother along. That's were he planned to break the news to Ami that the days of them hanging out over fiber optic cables were long gone. A week after the tournament, Sincere would be starting his new job in a new city and with a place of his own, he hoped Ami would see him as a little more than her nerdy gamer friend.

Before the flight, Sincere spent the week packing up his belongings to be shipped across the country with unencumbered excitement. Now that he had safely landed though, all that excitement turned to anxiety as he maneuvered through the huge airport alone. Part of him wished that he had Ami meet him but he didn't want to seem too eager. It didn't help that this was the first time he'd traveled alone but he followed all his mother's tips to make things go as smoothly as possible and in no time Sincere was picking up his bags and heading for the shuttle to pick up his rental car. He got the shock of his life when the clerk handed him the keys to a Cadillac, not the compact that he reserved, but Sincere kept his cool until he got out to the lot and found a brand new ATS-V Coupe sitting the spot. That did it, he jumped in side, hooting and hollering as he started it up. In an instant he had the nav system and Bluetooth connected before he pulled off the lot.

The first call he made was to his father. "Hey traveling man, how was the flight," his father's voice boomed over the speakers and Sincere couldn't keep his giddiness in check.

"Pop you didn't have to do this you know," he said through a bout of giggles that quickly caught his father.

"Of course I did. Can't have my son going out and trying to impress the girl of his dreams in a piece of shit. I don't care what you're mother says, even the most decent of women are impressed by nice wheels. But still be safe son and remember who you are..."

"Come on Pop you gave me that speech already. Plus you guys are coming out to help me get settled in a couple weeks so you can give it to me again then."

"Alright, alright...but still be safe. And enjoy yourself Sincere. This is the last hooray before the real world starts."

"I know Dad...and thanks for doing this...for everything."

"Yeah, yeah just win that tournament alright? And call your mother everyday so she doesn't hassle me."

"Okay Pop I promise."

By the time they said their good byes, Sincere had made his way to the highway and with the help of the state of the art nav system, was on the fastes route to Ami's place. His palms were sweat and his chest was tight but he didn't allow himself to be overwhelmed. The employed the same steeliness as he had during game play before he voice dialed the woman of his dreams.

"Hope your packed and ready. According to the GPS I'll be at your doorstep in 25 minutes and 13 seconds...12..11...10..."

 

[NDIaC]

Ami didn't rush herself. Honestly, you couldn't rush perfection now could you? Sure the saying was old and hackneyed, but in her face it was true. It took a lot of work to look that good, Ami wasn't blessed with the ability to rise out of bed looking like a model at a photoshoot. Sure she was attractive, no doubt about that, but it still look some dedication and work to accomplish the full package. She started her day out like any other, coffee, black with way too much sugar, then a couple minutes of yoga and then a brisk trot around the apartment complex. She turned a few heads even without dressing up or makeup, she did fill out a pair of yoga pants nicely after all. By the time she was done punishing herself she was sweating profusely, panting and hungry as hell. She usually preferred to have a bed nearby when she was this wore out from physical exertion, and of course all the sexual innuendo that went along with that thought. Ami was a sexual creature, she always had been. To her it was like drinking coffee and eating food, hell even sleeping. It was one of those things that had to be taken care of regularly, lest all that positive energy turned negative. There was a certain causal nature to it as well, those that came to know Ami closely found that out very soon. Some people found it detestable, slutty even if they were prudish enough, but that was just the way she was built, if she saw something she liked, she took it. Pretty simple.

She had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the familiar ringtone that belonged to Sin. Still dripping wet Ami sauntered over to the smartphone and snatched it up lickity split. Her index finger swiped over the surface and she accepted the call, instantly putting him on speaker phone.

“Hey putz.” Ami greeted her friend as she returned to the bathroom, setting the phone down and going about her business. She dried herself, running a fluffy white towel over her sleek, svelte frame from head to toe. Her short mane was given a shake with it, just enough to keep it from dripping down her neck, she hated that feeling.

“Yer already here? Damn, son. I ain't even put undies on!” She tittered, running a brush through her damp hair, slicking it back against her scalp. “I hope yer not gonna count down the entire way. Focus on the traffic, it's a bitch out here. You hungry? I'm fuckin' starving. I'll even let you treat.” She said it as if it were an honor and privilege to shell out his hard earned cash so she could masticate. It was only teasing, at least with him. Someone else she would have probably meant it wholeheartedly. But Sin was her friend, the big dorky guy with glasses, or so she remembered from what little face to face time they had. Chat and voice more often than not sufficed, so the anticipation of actually meeting up was pretty intense. Ami chattered for a bit while she dried her hair, did her makeup and finally got dressed. Her bags had been packed the night before, lightly of course, she only had three suitcases packed with clothes and accessories. You never knew what you were going to encounter, it was just safe practice to be ready for anything. Those three bags weren't everything, oh no, they weren't getting by that easy now. The rest of her gear, mostly gaming and work related, were stuffed into her satchel black leather satchel, slung over her shoulder and across her torso. It was expensive and well cared for, the shine still present and that lovely smell of new leather still clinging to it heavily.

The rest of her was no less a sight to behold. Her hair had been tamed for a few moments, though it was now free and dry, with a wild curve at the brow as it swept to the side, the colors blending together magnificently and practically glowing in the sunlight. Her green eyes were hidden behind behind a pair of mirrored steel aviators, which just added just a small air of mystery about her. Her plush lips were drawn into a wide smile, glistening in the sunlight. She wore a simple black tank top, which offered a nice bit of cleavage, along with a pair of denim shorts that barely made it past the swell of her hips. She finished it off with a pair of purple chucks and rainbow striped thigh highs, which did much to draw out the natural definition of those long, shapely legs.
Ami kept Sincere occupied while he drove, idle chatter about what they would do at the tournament, who they thought was serious competition and all the other mundane bullshit they babbled on about regularly. It offered some amount of comfort, though Ami did it more out of pure instinct than anything else. By the time he pulled into her apartment complex Ami was outside by the curb waiting. Her bags were lined up beside her, arms crossed over her chest with her hips cocked to the side, one leg bent at the knee as the tip of her shoe dipped down off the curb occasionally. She wore that smile as they disconnected, her eyes moved about in search of the car as he pulled in. Of course it was a nice surprise to see that shiny new Cadillac pull up. Her brows arched up and she gave a little approving nod as he pulled into the nearest parking spot. She causally strolled towards the driver's side door, her hips swaying none too subtly as she did. Her smile only got bigger and broader as she leaned in and tapped on the window with a well-manicured nail. She flashed pearly white teeth and snorted a little giggle as the window slowly rolled down with the electronic whine.

“Well shit.” She said easily, tipping her head forwarding and tugging her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, flashing those brilliant green eyes and unintentionally her cleavage as well. “You know how to make an entrance. C'mon!”

Ami shot up, bouncing back up the curb and smacking at the door. “Help me get this shit in the back and we'll blow this Popsicle stand!”

She didn't show an ounce of shyness, not that Sin would expect something like that from Ami. He was still mostly hidden in that majestic car, so she couldn't really get a good look at him, not the entire package at least. But he seemed to fill in nicely, which was always a pleasant surprise. She impatiently waited at the curb, bouncing on the balls of her feet and snapping expectantly at him.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Sincere didn't expect anything less. Ami had been bossing him around for years in their gaming together, so why would now be any different. He didn't mind it when they dungeon crawled, nor did he mind it now. And despite his shaky hands and heart pounding in his throat, he took his sisters' advice and played it cool as he unfolded himself out of the driver's seat.

"Can I at least get a hug before you start barking orders...handshake...fist bump...something that might make a brotha feel like a friend and not some glorified Uber driver," he said with a smirk as he discreetly wiped his sweat palms on his thighs before grabbed her up. He was advised by his father not to give her the "friend" hug. The one where one arm went up and the other went down to encircle around her back, instead he stooped down to wrap his long arms around her waist to give her a good squeeze. He even lifted her off the ground a few inches and planted a kiss on her jaw, just below her ear. "You kiss your sisters on the cheek don't you? That's not the message you want to send to a woman who you're looking to get a little more from," his father told him. It seemed like sound enough advice, even his mother agreed, Sin just hoped that Ami would get his signal.

He set her down and popped the trunk to shove her luggage in with his two bags. Her computer bag, he put in the backseat along with his own before he walked around the car to open the door for her. "Your chariot awaits milady," he said with a little bow then laughed at her rolled eyes.

Once he got back into the driver's seat, Sincere loaded up the next address and smiled when it gave a 45 minute ETA. If this trip went as well as he hoped, they could see each other more often than he thought. "We can grab a bite once we hit the road for real. I just have to make a quick stop. I promised my sister I'd visit," he said, adding the little white lie at the end for good measure. With that Sincere set out, weaving them out of Ami's apartment complex and back onto the highway.

And he wasn't nearly as nervous as he had been in the airport. Now that he'd finally seen her, touched her, Sincere realized that actually being with her wasn't that much unlike when they played online. Conversation came easily and they were halfway to his new place when he realized that he hadn't even turned the music back on. There was the added bonus of being able to touch her, to see her smile when she laughed. But still his palms had stopped sweating as he made his way off the highway to a town just outside of San Diego.

"So, remember that job I told I was hoping to get...the developer gig," he said without taking his eyes off the rode. One hand on the wheel, the other drummed absently on the center console as he followed along to the directions. "Well I got it...I start after a week or so after the tournament. It's a new company and I've been told that the hours are long so I might not be able to game as much anymore. Upside, it's in San Diego so...ummm...surprise," he said with a grin, finally looking at Ami as he pulled into an alleyway behind a courtyard flanked on both sides by a row of cozy little bungalows.

Each was painted a various shades of vibrant blues or greens with white trim. A chain link fence surrounded the entire property and each house, offering the illusion of green space around each one bedroom abode. Sincere knew from the pictures his sister sent that his would be the teal one closest to the parking lot and he parked in the spot marked with a big white "6". "That's my new place," he said with a nod as he cut the engine. "You can wait here while I grab the keys or you can come help me christen it," he said with a wink as he opened his door. He was only kidding but Sincere hoped that it would be enough to help Ami see him as more than her dorky gaming buddy.

 

[NDIaC]

Ami only huffed in annoyance at him as he emerged, engulfing her in a bear hug that lifted her straight off the ground. The huff was just for show, since it devolved into a giggling squeal as she lifted her legs up just a bit as she rose. Her own arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding tight as they hugged. The kiss was, well, fresh, for just a moment Ami was surprised and intrigued by the bold act. Of course, this Sincere wasn’t the one she thought she knew, at least physically. He had…well…exploded into something truly magnificent. Yet once he opened his trap, he was the very same dork that Ami had accepted as her best friend all those years ago.

“I think we’re way past fist bumps and handshakes. Don’t you?” She teased, flashing that infectious little grin, which seemed to hint at so much more than it should. She placed a hand upon his cheek, a little touch of affection as she leaned up and gave the tip of his nose before she pulled back.

“Wait a damn minute…let a girl drink this in. Hmmm, C’mon, baby, spin for Daddy.” Ami giggled, taking a moment to let her gaze drift over the impressive man before her. It was all just a playful tease, of course. In that moment things just seemed to fall into place, friends instantly connecting for the first time in person. If Ami felt anything but affection for her best friend, something more, she hid it well. Though it was hard to tell since Ami was a natural flirt, more so in person than on the internet. She smiled easily, played hard and rarely took no for an answer.

Bright blue eyes slowly rolled as she released a dramatic sigh, slowly sauntering over to the passenger side of the car as he opened the door. She reached out, a gentle hand on his shoulder as she dipped down into the seat, only to move her hand quickly and flick the tip of his nose, the very spot she had kissed moments before.

“If you start callin’ me milady and wearin’ fedoras this friendship is over.” She said with all the finality that she could muster, though she was all grins and giggles by the time he climbed into the driver’s seat. Ami was excited, which showed in her demeanor with her close friend. She marveled over the inside of the car, fiddling with the seat controls, the windows, the radio, and of course the skylight. They wre on the highway within a few minutes, though their destination was certainly a surprise. Ami leaned back in her seat and arched a brow, giving Sin a curious look.

“Sister? I get to meet some of the family, hm? This is getting pretty serious pretty fast. What kind of girl do you think I am?” Ami asked a hand to her chest as she played the part of the offended female. She held it for a moment before they shared a laugh, turned up the radio and drove on. The conversation came easily, not that Ami was surprised at that. The conversation finally took a natural turn towards Sin’s big surprise. Ami listened intently, nodding her head in recognition of the job he had set his eyes upon. It was a big deal, something most people in his position would sell their soul, or at least their right nut for. The fact that he actually got it and it was in San Diego, well, that left Ami speechless for a moment. Now there was a surprise too. That didn’t last long, because Ami soon exploded into a fit of squeals and actually flung herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck again as they drove down the highway. The fact that her rather ample bosom was pressed flush against him again surely didn’t elude Sin, now there was a gift, wasn’t it?
“Well fuck me sideways and call me Sally. Congrats you luck sonnofabitch. Yer gonna love it out here. No disrespect from where yah came from, but yer in the Big Leagues now…” Ami didn’t stop talking the entire drive there. She went on about just what they could do, the places to go, friends to meet, clubs to party at. She seemed oblivious to any discomfort Sin might have directed at being a sociable person, she was too in the moment to notice such little things. She wasn’t noticing much, it was until the car pulled into a full stop. Ami blinked, looking up at the neatly nestled houses all lined up. They looked rather nice, no doubt he could afford the nice things in life now with the job he was going to start soon enough.

“Six? Six is good.” Ami couldn’t help but say, a stretch that anyone would recognize an out of place Seinfeld episode reference. She arched a brow at his comment, though before she comment he was already flinging open his door.

“Huh,” Ami huffed, pushing her door open and climbing to her feet, pink bangs dancing across her brow, flashing on the reflective lenses of her sunglasses. “How do you plan on christenin’ it exactly?” She countered finally, catching up to his side as she offered a lewd look to go with her thinly veiled innuendo. Ami was too much of a flirt sometimes for her own good.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Sincere lost his footing at her reply and stumbled over the curb. "Real smooth bro," he muttered to himself as he bent to rub a scuff mark off his sneakers. A vain attempt to stall what he might say next.

But he didn't have to say anything. A squeal erupted from the front of the courtyard, on the stairs of the bungalow marked with a sign that hung off the front awning that read "office". It was his baby sister, Chantelle, the seaman as Sincere liked to call her. She was always quick to correct him, especially now that she'd passed her nursing test and in line to make her first real promotion. But Sincere didn't care about any of that. They hadn't seen each other since his graduation almost a year before and she was just as excited as he was that they would be able to see each other again.

That didn't mean he was excited to see her now though. She was supposed to be working, allowing Sincere to impress Ami with his "adulting". But here she was, sprinting across the courtyard with a short-haired olive skinned woman in Dickie's shorts and a tank top following closely behind.

"Well there she is," Sincere said to Ami, unable to contain his grin even if he wasn't entirely happy to see her. There were tears in her eyes as she leapt into his arms, wrapping him up tight with her long legs and arms. She showered him with kisses before he finally dumped her off to make proper introductions, but still she clung to him, even as she reached to take Ami's hand.

"So you're the infamous Dymond Dawg huh," Chantelle said with an appraising look, then shift her eyes to her friend.

"Be nice Tellie," Sincere grumbled, making his sister burst out laughing as he shoved her away. "Or I'll tell Mom you brought you're girlfriend to meet me..."

"Shut up Sincere...she not...we're just," Chantelle stammered, glancing back at her friend who grit her teeth at her hesitation.

"Sure you're not," he said with a smirk as he stuck out his hand to his sister's "friend". "Sin Howard, big brother and secret keeper."

"Marisol Vega, girlfriend," was her smirking reply as she took Sincere's hand to shake. "Welcome to Cali."

"See that wasn't so hard was it," he said to his sister with a yank to her long ponytail and she rolled her eyes as she took Marisol's hand. "She talks a lot about you..."

"Almost as much as he talks about you," Chantelle said with a grin at Ami and Sincere gave her a hard shove but Marisol was quick to slip an arm around her waist to keep her upright. "Your haircut is awesome by the way," she said but her eyes were trained below her neck.

The four of them headed towards the office after that and the women waited outside while Sincere handled all the paperwork. Once he had his keys, they headed over to his new place. Chantelle stayed long enough to do a video tour for their mother, making sure to keep both Ami and Marisol out of the camera line and neither woman seemed to mind. There were hugs all around before they left, leaving Sincere conspicuously alone with Ami.

He took a deep breath as he closed and locked the door, willing his nerves away before he threw his arm around Ami's neck. "So I'm think maybe a little sectional," he said turning her toward the window that faced the courtyard before he slipped both his hands onto her shoulder to spin her to face the wall. "Mount the TV on this wall. A corner desk over by the kitchen to maximize the living room space. The bedroom's bigger than I thought. Should be able to upgrade to a queen sized bed at least if I keep the bedroom set simple. Landlord said I can paint too so long as it goes back to white when I move out...if I ever move out cause this place is pretty great. The office is only 15 minutes away. Grocery store within walking distance..."

With all his rambling, Sincere hadn't realized he hadn't let Ami go until her hips made contact with his crotch. As he spoke, directing her attention to the area he was talking about, his arm had slipped down across her chest, pulling her close. But instead of getting all anxious, he surprised himself, remaining calm even as her ass bumped against his crotch.

"So what's up Double D, you gonna help me decorate?"

 

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Ami followed after her friend, moving smoothly in her purple chucks over the curb and grass. The brightness of her hair, the rainbow striped socks and pale skin no doubt stood out, but so far there weren't that many people to gawk at her. She wasn't expecting company, especially not the ones that were rapidly approaching, Well, one faster than the other. Ami didn't try to suppress the smile that drifted wide over her lips as the siblings openly displayed their affection. She couldn't rightly say she knew what that felt like, growing up without any brothers or sisters she never had the deep connection with...well...anyone. And then there was the other, a cute girl with short hair following behind. Ami took it all in from behind her reflective shades, pulling up behind Sincere just as the other followed suit behind her respective pairing.

Once the attention was turned to her, Ami was nothing but civil. She really had no reason not to be, even as his sister gave her that curious look, was she checking her out? Sizing her up? It was hard to tell, but there was something behind that look. But then Ami thought she found it, since the other was introduced as his sister's 'friend'. It all made sense now, at least to Ami. She took Chantelle's hand when it was offered, giving her a firm handshake and offering a nod of recognition.

“I think he's mentioned you once or twice,” Ami said in a playfully tone, keeping up with the light and friendly attitude that prevailed. That was until another shot was fired at her that Ami couldn't chalk up to his sister finding her attractive. Ami just laughed, rolling her proud shoulders in a shrug before her infectious grin drifted out over her plush lips.

“Can you blame him?” She teased, tilting her head to the side, her pink bangs brushing out against her cheek and chin. She followed after the rest of the group, keeping close and taking a look around his new place when she was sure they were done with that video tour. She was pretty relieved about it actually, as the little hints were starting to be absorbed more and more. She wasn't that oblivious after all. She didn't really have time to ponder on it though, his sister cut it short, they exchanged hugs and farewells and soon enough she was left along with Sin. She was still looking around when she felt those strong arms slipping around her, hands falling to her bare shoulders as he guided her this way and that, describing what he thought best fit the space. She couldn't help but nod, unable to offer much input since he seemed rather spot on with his assessments. Slowly but surely their frames drifted closer, it wasn't until they actually touched that Ami even realized what was happening. She tensed only slightly, for just a moment, though the grip on her wasn't strong, it was secure. Yet that was pretty comforting, surprisingly enough. She took in a breath, letting it out as a gentle sigh as her nostrils flared. Her shades had been pushed up into her hair, which kept her bangs from falling back over her face and also revealed those bright green eyes.

“Not too bad. Not too bad at all, Sin. You made out pretty damn good.” She commented idly, her gaze still drifting about. Her backside, clad in those teeny tiny denim shorts, came to rest against the front of his pants, Ami simply started to lean back until she was resting against him. The arm draped over her chest caused her to reach up, one hand coming to rest against his forearm, simply lingering there as she continued to let her gaze drift out.

“Mmm. I'm not sure my interior decorating skills are all that impressive. But no doubt you will need a woman's touch. Don't need this place looking like a pathetic bachelor's pad now do we?” She teased, a flighty little giggle coming from her throat as she tilted her head back and gave him a sidelong glance. They remained there for several long moments, the comments and looks from before flickering through her mind now and again. She bit down upon her bottom lip lightly, only to arch her back and press her rear just a bit more against him. Was there anything behind this? Or was it just in her head. Could she even really consider it? He was her friend...a really good...hunky...well-built friend. Wait, yeah her mind was going there. Was there really anything wrong with it? Ami had gone for people far more unqualified to even be considered an acquaintance let alone a friend. But therein lay the truth of the matter. While she could easily discard the latter, the former wasn't something that she would ever consider doing. As much as she felt she had no true connections with other people, Sincere was silently proving years of excuses and decisions wrong.

“So...where's the bed gonna go...?” Ami pushed it, still nibbling her bottom lip in an adorable and yet sexy fashion.

 

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He hadn't expected her to be so...so...receptive. Inexperienced he may have been, Sincere could tell when a woman was into him. And Ami was definitely giving him a few signals, but just because Sincere was aware enough to recognize her not so subtle hints didn't mean he felt at all comfortable responding to him. His throwing his arm around was seemed like a natural thing, almost platonic, even despite his attraction. It wasn't a plough to get a better look at her cleavage, but a simple touch to draw her in. He didn't expect her to drift into him, nor did he anticipate her hand coming to rest on his arm. Or the way she bit her lip as she looked up at him. His mind fogged over a moment as their eyes locked and Sincere was immediately at a lost for what to do next. He'd heard her speak, watched the words form on her supple lips, but he'd lost all comprehension.

Unfortunately his body was completely aware, able, and willing to pick up what Ami was putting down. Slowly the front of his jeans tightened, announcing the arrival of a slight erection that flipped his brain back on again. Bed...she said something about the bed, he thought and cleared his throat as his arm fell casually down her hip to push her gently away from his crotch and towards the short hallway that led to the bedroom. He eased his way in front of her, hoping that she didn't notice the slight hitch in his stride as he made his way into the room.

"My room back home is in the basement," he said as he did a quick lap around the parameter before pausing in front of the double casement windows. "It'd be nice to wake up to some sunshine in the morning," he said with a smirk as he pulled out his phone. A quick google search of mattress measurements told him that a queen sized bed would fit perfectly beneath with enough room on both sides so he could get in and out on either side. "And the closet is big enough that I could squeeze a dresser in on one side and hang my one suit on the other."

By then little Sincere was relaxed enough for him to touch her again but he made sure to keep her at his side this time as he slung his arm around her shoulders again. "Maybe paint the wall opposite the windows like a grayish blue with brown furniture...make it like...I don't know...earthy. This carpet sucks but I could put an area rug over it...something that feels nice under your feet in the morning...I don't know...you're right I do need a woman's touch," he added at the last as he hand slipped down her back. "My parents are coming out after the tournament to help me set up and I need concrete ideas before my mom comes in and tries to make this her place. Maybe you could come help me out...not meet my parents...I mean if you wanted to cool but...shit...I mean like...help me pick some stuff out before they get here so I don't end up with some bullshit from Home and Garden magazine."