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Empty Nest: Chapter 36
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 20:29:46 +0000 UTCMini-Update: I just found out that I'll be unexpectedly out of town for the next couple of days so don't expect anything here until Sunday at best. I was already playing with the idea but I've decided for certain that I am going to pause billing for November. I plan on carrying on as normal but perhaps at a slightly slower pace. I've been really dragging ever since I got ill earlier this month and I'm having a hell of a time shaking it off. Not billing next month will allow me to relax and ease my schedule a bit (assuming Chloe cooperates, ha!). Besides, I've dropped a couple of stinkers this month and I feel like I owe ya a freebie month! LOL Take care all. ❤
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I am woken by a gentle caress down my cheek. “Mmmmm.” My first act of the day was to smile.
“Time to wake up, handsome.” The same cheek that is then blessed with a soft kiss as the heady aroma of Heather’s perfume surrounds me. Opening my eyes I find myself still on the sofa but laying down with a pillow beneath my head and a homemade knitted blanket covering my body. Above me, looking every bit the angel, Heather beams down on me. “There he is. Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, Heather.” I whisper in a parched voice.
For a few wonderful seconds we simply gaze as the events of last night comes pouring back to me. It wasn’t a dream. That had all really happened.
“Come on, sleepy head. Up and at ’em.” She gives my chest two firm pats then gives me a shake before stepping away and rounding the sofa back toward the kitchen. “Your lunch is packed and I’ve got some nice hot porridge almost ready for breakfast.”
Sitting up I rub my eyes and look over at the bagged lunch waiting for me on the table. “Oh, um, thank you. You didn’t have to, Heather.”
“If I ‘had to’ I probably wouldn’t have done it.” She chuckles as she stirs the pot of porridge. “I’m not doing this for free, mind you. I’m not your mother. I’d like you to mow the lawn this weekend and look at that latch on the back gate.”
With a big grin I answer. “Consider them done.”
“That’s my boy.”
I lay my chin on the back of the couch and just admire her for a moment in her nice white blouse and long gray pleated skirt, looking so different but just as sexy to my smitten eyes as she had in her lingerie, before sighing. “I really enjoyed last night, Heather.”
Stopping mid-stir she gives me a side-eye and a smirk. “I should hope so!”
We laugh.
I turn and get to my feet, fold the blanket, then hurry off for my room as I notice that, like yesterday, she’d allowed me to sleep in as late she could. Grabbing some clothes I swoop into the washroom to do my morning routine of shower, shave, dress, affirmation and smile. My nice thing that I tell myself today is that, ‘If I work hard and do my best today is going to be a great Friday and this weekend will be even better.’ The thought of spending my weekend here in Heather’s house, even it was just hanging out and doing chores, made my spirit soar.
Back in the main room there is a steaming bowl of porridge waiting for me. Add a bit of brown sugar and cream and shovel the food into my mouth as quickly as its temperature would allow. It is unlike any porridge I’d ever tasted. Chalk full of nuts and different kinds of grains and seeds it is on hardy bowl of breakfast.
“Lots of protein for a working man’s appetite.” Heather pats my back as she passes by. “And lots of fiber to keep you regular.”
“Ha! Well it’s awesome. Thank you, Heather.”
“My pleasure.”
After eating I quickly do my dishes then brush my teeth. At the door Heather is waiting for me with an eager glimmer in her eyes. In front of her already laced and sitting side by side were the work boots she had bought for me. Stepping back from them she crosses her arms over her big boobs to wait and watch. I felt quite self-conscious putting on the rugged leather boots. There was nothing wrong with them, in fact they were the nicest set of footwear I’d ever owned, but I couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt knowing that Heather had dropped real money on these at a time she really couldn’t afford them. I knew I would pay her back for them but still I felt humbled, yet again, by her generosity. For her part she simply smiles. A bright, beautiful, proud smile.
“How do they fit?”
I shift from foot to foot. “Perfect. They’re perfect.”
“Good.” She nods. “Last thing you need is blisters."
“Um…”
Approaching me she begins to fuss in that way she had. She smooths my jacket and adjusts the collar, even though it didn’t need adjusting, and just generally touches me with maternal care.
“You are looking so handsome today, Elliot.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re gonna work real hard today, you hear me? You’re going to learn and grow and get stronger and better. You’re going to show them that while you might be new you’re the best darn worker they’ve got.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her smile grows. “How you feelin, baby?”
“Good.”
“Not sore anymore?”
“No, Ma’am. I feel…strong.”
“That’s my guy!” She pats my chest. Tilting her head she looks me up and down and lets out soft sigh. “So handsome.”
“Um…you’re beautiful too, Heather.”
“Mm.” She runs her hands down my arms. “I’m going to be seeing Skye again today.”
“Skye?”
“That…” Her voice catches and I catch her left eye twitch before she continues in a lively tone. “That pretty artist I told you about.”
“Oh.” My bright mood darkens, just a little bit.
“I’d like to tell her about you, if you’re okay with that. Drop a few hints. Ask a few questions. Talk my guy up. That kind of thing.”
“Um…I guess that’d be okay.” I say, knowing that her heart was set on this plan of hers.
“You’ve got a whole weekend ahead of you. Maybe you two could have a coffee or something? Maybe more?”
“Oh, um, I…I don’t really have any cash to show her a good time or anything.”
“You don’t need money to have good time. She’s a starving artist, you can get creative!” She teases at my hair then smooths it down again. “But don’t worry, if it comes to that we’ll figure it out. Okay?”
“I’m not going to accept any money from you, Heather.”
“We’ll figure it out.” She squeezes my shoulder.
Since the ‘plan’ had been broached I cannot help but ask. “And Myles?”
“Oh yes, Myles.” She sighs. “Yeah. I think I’ll swing by the library for a chat. It’s been a while since he and I caught up.”
“You don’t have to, Heather.”
“You and your ‘have to’.” She chuckles, though her brown eyes showed no mirth. “I want to! You said it yourself, he’s a good man.”
“Yeah.” I whisper.
“I can’t put this off too long, baby.” Laying her warm, soft palm against my cheek she looks into my eyes. “I can feel myself…getting closer to you. Even without the honey our proximity and close contact is…having an effect. I don’t want to lose you, Elliot. Not yet.”
“But…”
“I need another honey boy before it’s too late. Remember? Remember the plan, Elliot?”
“I remember.”
“If we don’t bond then you can stay here. You won’t have to go. I get to keep you…here.” Stepping in she presses her face into my neck just behind my ear and takes a deep breath in. She holds the breath for a long moment then slowly lets it out, a small shudder running down her body. She kisses my cheek. “You’re gonna be strong for me, Elliot?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be strong.”
“Good boy.” Stepping back she gives one last once over then seals it with an approving nod. “You better get going.”
I take a breath, stand tall and nod right back. “Have an awesome day, Heather.”
“I will.” She smiles. “You’ll be home for supper?”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
“Okay then.” She swats my ass and sends me on my way. “Go get’em, tiger!”
The swat has me laughing as I hit the fresh morning air. I look at the glow of the sunrise and welcome the cool air against my just shaved face. What an amazing morning! Since I had a bit of time and I was feeling so energized, plus I wanted to save on my meager amount of gasoline remaining in my tank, I decide to hoof it to my work site. Along the way I daydream about our meals together and sexy dances and strip shows and being tied up and big female dick and most of all…that peaceful look on her face as she fell asleep on my lap. What I do not allow myself to think about was Skye or Myles. There was no point in spoiling such a fine day with things that hadn’t happened yet and may never. There was just too much to be happy about right now. You’d never seen a guy walking so proud as I was when I marched onto the work site in my spanking new boots.
