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Empty Nest: Chapter 77
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 17:47:23 +0000 UTCAt a coast I pull off the pavement and onto the gravel road that lead into the trailer park where Julie lived. The long triangular area, shoehorned between a massive abandoned factory on one side and a towering freeway overpass on the other, was completely out of place compared to its surroundings. My best guess was that it was part of what was once a much larger residential area, maybe built to provide housing for the factory workers, and for whatever reason this corner of it had never been redistricted as the industrial part of the city grew up around it. I marvel at how I’d driven that overpass countless times over the years and never once spotted this peculiar hidden corner of the city. However it came to be it was a sliver of green among an otherwise gray and bleak landscape.
As I crawl through the narrow gravel lane that wound through the tiny neighborhood I attract the attention of a number of the locals who were out either tending the small gardens or simply socializing with each other across the low fences that delineated the different property lines. I am struck at just how many people I saw, from mothers with strollers to groups of kids chasing each other down the lane to gray hairs puttering around their yards the place was brimming with lively energy. By the older cars and the thrift store fashion sense among the locals it was not hard to tell that folks here were of the working and ‘lower’ classes though the well tended lawns, freshly painted fences, and friendly faces all spoke to a community that was wealthy in the ways that mattered most. It was a stark contrast to the swank private college I’d just come from.
Along the way I double check Julie’s trailer number but in the end I didn’t need to bother as her place couldn’t be missed by anybody with an eye to see. At the very back corner lot was a ‘house’ like I’d never seen before. Painted sky blue and canary yellow with brightly colored flowers along its sides sat an old city bus converted into a permanent living space. Whether the bus could actually run or not I couldn’t say but it was clear by the grass growing up around its tires that it had been parked there a long time, though I do note that her front fence was designed to open in front of it. I couldn’t see much inside the home as most of its windows were blocked off or curtained off from the inside. Along the side with the doors was a low sun-faded wooden deck upon which sat a couple of plastic deck chairs, a rusty propane grill, and an old park bench in a style that I remembered from my childhood being at nearly every bus stop in the city. On that bench lay Julie in a mismatched set of baggy flannel pajamas. From what I could tell she seemed to be just staring off into the blue sky above. Had she not been there I still wouldn’t have needed her number as hanging on her front fence was a sign painted in a flowery style that read ‘Julie’s Joint’.
I pull up behind a rusted out Subaru wagon that looked even less road worthy than the bus-house, though the plates were up to date, and park. To my surprise Julie continues to cloud watch seemingly oblivious to the sound of the SUV. Taking the box of donuts I’d brought with me from off the passenger seat I pause a moment to plan my prank.
I’d asked Mia for a secret weapon that I might use against Julie and my Princess had provided me with an arsenal. I knew that Julie had a sweet-tooth, she enjoyed having others do things for her, she loved hanging out, she was creative though lacked the drive to do much with her gifts, she yearned praise even though she pretended not to, and I knew that she had grown up a tomboy who enjoyed sports more than most girls. But most of all I had learned of her particular tastes in men. Like the vast majority of her kind Julie’s kink had to do with the domination of a man. Mia explained that where her aunt’s control was maternal and gentle and her mother’s a more classic dominatrix style with her cousin it was all about physical superiority. Julie craved competition, she craved the rough and tumble, and she fantasized about besting men in size, strength, speed, stamina or any other bodily way. Mia assured me it wasn’t the humiliation of the man that Julie was after but the elevation of her own stature over the normally physically more powerful sex. Lastly I’d been warned that of all of Heather’s relations Julie was the horniest and often pushed things further than she should with her honey boys while at the same time being the most reluctant to embrace commitment. Of all of them Julie was the most desperate for Heather to take on a Prince. This was going to be interesting. Though the way she was staring out into space right now had me worrying that she might be tripping on LSD or something.
I hop out of the car and only to be blasted by a nearby kid’s plastic ray gun. “Ugh!” I stagger back, pretending to be shot. The boy laughs and dashes off in the direction of his boisterous friends. The encounter lifts my mood even higher. There was something about this place that just felt right. Mom and Dad would have loved it. I stroll around the car and through the gate. Even the clack of the gate shutting behind me wasn’t enough to snap Julie out of her daze. As I step up onto the deck I spot the black ear bud poking from her ear with a wire snaking down to her pajama bottom pocket. Mystery solved.
Setting the donuts atop the barbecue I walk up to the bench to tower over Julie, my crotch directly over her face, and look down at her.
“Elliot!” Her faraway look brightens into a huge grin the instant she recognizes me.
I look up to the blue yonder above then back to her. “See anything interesting?”
“Ha! I just did.” She says as she sits up and removes the ear buds. Pulling an old school mp3 player from out of her pocket she shuts it off and jams it back in along with the headphones. She pops up to her feet to pull me into a big, hard hug. At first I am taken aback by the show of affection but quickly I lean into it and hug her back just as strong. “What brings you out here?” Julie asks as she scans around Heather’s car looking for anybody else that might have come along. “You’re alone.”
“Just me and a dozen donuts.” I thumb over to the box on the grill.
“Eyyy! Mah man!” I hurry over to grab the gift. When she plops back down on the bench I lay the box on her lap. She slaps the seat beside her. Before another word is said she is already munching down on a chocolate glazed. She nods to me and I pick out a Boston Cream.
“Whatcha listening to?”
“Mmm.” She swallows. “Hockey podcast.”
“Hockey, huh?” I lean in to bang my shoulder against hers, nearly jostling the donut from her hand. She looks at me a moment, surprised but pleasantly so. “You a fan?”
“Yep.” She checks me right back, a bit harder than I’d done. “I love me my Broad Street Bullies. So what’s up? Why’d Heather send ya?”
“Who said Heather sent me?” She gives me dubious look until I laugh. “Okay, so she sent me. She’s having the family over tomorrow and was wondering if you’d join us.”
“Us?” She grins. “You including yourself in that?”
“Well, I’m not family but I will be there.” I pause to messily tongue some of the cream from out of the center of my pastry. If Julie could stare any harder her gaze would have knocked me over. Julie’s half-eaten donut slips from her fingers to drop back into the box. “Mmm.” I lick my saccharine lips.
“There’s…a bit more.” She nods to the Boston Cream.
“Hm? Oh. Nngh.” I drive my tongue back into the sweet treat and twirl it about to scoop ever bit of yummy cream from it’s now hollow hole. “Mmm! God, I love that cream. Mmm.”
At my side Julie’s nostrils are flared as wide as her blue eyes as she pulls in a deep dose of my pheromone laden scent. At a whisper she mutters, more to herself than to me. “Looks good.”
“Yummy.” Again I make a show of licking my gooey lips then smack them loudly. “It’s just a little get together.”
“Huh?”
“The family thing tomorrow.”
“Oh! Right.” She laughs then swallows hard. “Tomorrow.”
“It’s a going away party actually?”
“Going away party?”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I mean, I’ve only met y’all the one time but…Heather wanted to give you all the chance to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye? Awww, no way! She’s actually kicking you out?”
“It’s my choice, actually.” I say sadly, my shoulders sagging. “I don’t want to but…”
“But?”
“This is embarrassing.”
“Come on, man.” She gives me a shake. “Talk to me, before you do something you’ll regret.”
“She’s great. She's wonderful. She’s the woman of my dreams.”
“But…?
“It’s just…she’s so…BIG!”
Julie stares at me a moment. “Big?”
“You know. Big.” I glance downward. “Down there.”
“She’s a matriarch. That’s just how she’s built.”
“I know.” I sigh. “I know. It’s just…it’s a lot for a guy to grapple with, ya know? I mean, maybe if she was small like the rest of you…”
“Woah there, boy. What did you just say?”
“You know.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “Your little penis.”
“Little? Little!?”
“Compared to a matriarch, I mean.” I say, before quickly adding. “Or a man.”
The normally loose and laid back Julie tenses. “Ohhh, you did not just say that!”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Julie.” I jostle her again with another bump to the shoulder. “No need for penis envy here. It’s not a fair comparison. I mean, I wouldn’t expect anything else from the fairer sex.”
“The fairer…pbssbt!?”
“I think it’s super cute, you ladies and your dainty dicks. You might not be a matriarch but you should be proud of what ya got. Really.” I pat her knee while doing all I can to contain my giggles at her aghast expression. Pushing it even further I look down square at her crotch and quip. “I’m sure it’s a pretty little thing.”
