A Little TLC !

"I can return these when you bring my own clothes round" Debbi said to Lynn, indicating the kitty panties and crop top that she was once again wearing. "We haven't decided on a Miz No-E costume for Rag Week yet" joked Jody. "You might still need them !" Perish the thought, thought Debbi. She grabbed her bag. "Well, I'd like to say it's been great but..." Lynn interrupted her to ask for her address, so that she could return the clean laundry. "Deacon lives close by there, you can give him a lift back" suggested Jody. "Er, I guess, if he wants" Debbi stammered dubiously. "Yo, that'd be cool" agreed Deacon.

Debbi felt the black youth's eyes burning into her thighs as she drove home in her panties. Hasn't he seen enough of them already today, she thought ? As they approached her small terraced house, she had a sudden thought. "Look, can you do me a favour Deacon ? If I give you my keys, can you go and open the door ? Then I can just get out of the car and run straight in. I don't want to get caught by my neighbours looking like this" she explained. "Sure thing" replied Deacon.

It was only about six in the evening and still light but Debbi hoped that she had got away without being seen, as she scampered from the car to her front door clad only in the childish underwear. "Thanks ever so much Deacon" she gasped as she quickly closed the door. She was breathing heavily, not from any particular exertion involved in running up her path but from a release of the tension that had been ever present for the last 24 hours. "You haven't got far to walk home now have you ?" she asked the youth, as she made to open the door again to let him out. "I'm not in a hurry" Deacon replied. "Miz No-E's had a real rough day. Miz No-E needs a little TLC and consideration" he continued. "I do" agreed Debbi, fighting back a tear as the emotion of the last day welled up in her. "I'm a real good cook" Deacon informed her. "Why don't you go up and run yourself a nice hot bath ? You need some pampering. Lots of bubble bath. Light some scented candles. Leave supper to me !"

Debbi was persuaded. She had intended to take a bath anyway and it seemed churlish to chase the boy away so abruptly. Fifteen minutes later and she was lying back and luxuriating in the bath beneath a mountain of foam, with the scent from the candles soothing her frazzled nerves. These were sent jangling again by the sound of her doorbell and voices downstairs. "Who was that ?" she called urgently. "Deliveroo" yelled Deacon. Debbi laughed. "You said you were a good cook" she accused. "I am. I choose, they deliver ! Relax and rest" he called upstairs.

Debbi closed her eyes. A few more blissful minutes passed before she heard footsteps padding up the stairs. Deacon poked his head around the bathroom door. "Anything else the lady requires ?" Debbi sat up in the bath. "Yes, come and wash my back for me please !"