A Weekend to Remember

Bad things she says. But bad had never felt so good. I hold Heather’s gaze as each of grapple with the sudden change in the situation.

With my heart laid bare I felt lighter in mind and spirit. While my words might turn out to be the first step in Heather and I parting ways I could already feel that, in the end, they were words I would not regret. I would rather take the sharp barb of honesty to the corrosive burn of living a lie. I had wallowed for far too long in simply existing, it was time to really live! The past few days had been a revelation. I’d caught a glimpse of a life worth pursuing. One that included Heather and her quirky family, and not simply as roommate with benefits. Heather was right that out there in the ‘normal’ world I could find love and kinship, but here I could be a prince! And not just any prince, HER prince! And that was a dream worth fighting for.

“Hey, how about those tacos?” I pat Heather’s knee. “I don’t know about you but those samples just stirred up my appetite.”

“I think that’s the idea.” She says, still looking at me like an enigma wrapped in a taboo. “Where do we go from here?”

“The kitchen?” I shrug.

She laughs softly. “As good a place as any I suppose.”

Exiting the car we walk around to the back. Just before opening the rear door I glance left and right, from one neighbor’s fence to the other, then peer back around to look forward to Heather’s back fence. All the while, in my mind’s eye, I am seeing pieces of lumber like those I’d worked with all day start to take shape.

“What’s up?” Heather asks.

“You know…it would be so easy to roof this area over.” I say. “With the fences to work from…yeah. Set in a couple posts, an easy frame, I don’t think the roof would be any challenge. Could probably grab most of the stuff at the recycle store. It wouldn’t be a garage and it wouldn’t be the prettiest thing, but it would keep the rain off. Hm.”

Heather’s left brow lifts. “Are you going to build me a carport, Elliot?”

I look over at her with a grin as I lift the rear door. “Are you telling me to build you a carport, Heather?”

“If I am?”

“Then I guess I’m building you a carport, Ma’am.” I wink.

“You’re in a sassy mood tonight.” She laughs and pinches my belly.

I chuckle and start to gather the boxes of groceries. The loads we carry are extremely lopsided with me piling a couple of boxes as high as I could manage leaving her with just one small bag to carry herself.

“Let me take one of those.” She says as I stagger back, nearly buckling under the weight of my load. “Elliot! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I got it.” I grunt. “No…rm…problem. If you could just…nff…get the doors.”

“You are such a man.” She rolls her eyes, but she also smiles. Though she might deny it she enjoyed my show of old-fashioned gallantry. She shuts the car door and leads the way through the gate with the finicky latch, through the yard, and around to the front door. “Oh! I gave you my keys.” She turns back to me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” I say, my arms begin to tremble as I look around for somewhere to put the groceries. Before I could set them down however Heather was at my side with a very funny look in her eyes.

“I’ll get them.” She says, before plunging her free hand into the right hand pocket of my jeans! “Let’s see. Where are they?” Her hand twists and turns over and around my phone until the next thing I knew she had my knob pinched gently between thumb and index finger.

“Hrm!”

“Oh, what’s this now?” She gives my dick a soft squeeze. “Hmm.” With just the tips of her finger and thumb she massages my tender tip.

“Um.” I look over at Ms. Hancock’s house then glance back toward the park, finding nobody looking thankfully. “You…” I peep, before clearing my throat and saying in a lower tone. “You find it?”

“He he he.”

“Um…”

“Why, Elliot. You’re shaking.” Rub, rub, rub, rub. “You need to me take one of the boxes?”

“Nope! Ahem!” Redoubling my effort and steady the heavy load of groceries.

“Hmmm, whatever it it is…” Rub, rub, rub, rub. In a repetitive pinching massage Heather continues to tease my cock. “…it’s getting bigger! Goodness!” Despite my best efforts my arms are trembling again, yet I didn’t move a muscle. “Hmmm. No. Definitely not keys. Must be in the other pocket.” I let out as gasp as she pulls her hand out of my pocket. She steps behind me to slide her fingers down into my back pocket. Groping my ass she says. “Mmmm. Not here.” Of course she cops a feel of my other cheek as well in the other back pocket before reaching around to slip her hand into my other front pocket. “Here they are!” She pulls the jangling keys from my pocket and shakes high in the air. With a teasing wink she nods over at my right pocket and quips. “Might want to get some ice on that swelling.”

“Whose sassy now?” I mutter just loud enough for her to hear.

She titters. With an exaggerated and beckoning sway of her wide round hips she strides to the front door and opens it…without a second to spare! The moment she was through I scurry up the steps and into the house, bolting straight for the dining table without even taking my shoes on. Just a moment before my strength gives completely I set the groceries down, rather more heavily than I meant to.

“Whoo!”

“I told you I’d carry some.” She glides up behind me, groping my pecs then taking my arms in her hands to grip my fatigued biceps. “Such a strong young man!”

“It was no problem.” I fib. “No problem at all.” She laughs then nuzzles into my neck for a kiss. “Hah!” I gasp at her touch against that tender flesh.

Wrapping her arms around me so that my arms were kept pinned to my sides she nuzzles and smells and treats me to another hungry kiss. “What am I going to do with you now?”

“Keep me?”

“Heh! Tempting. So tempting.”

“I understand the commitment and…I’m ready for it.”

“You understand the commitment.” She croons “But I’m not sure that you appreciate the demands.”

“Demands?”

“You know of my…desire. You know how much I want you. How much I yearn for you, Elliot.” As she says this her bulge presses hard into my ass. “Can you handle a woman like me? Could you…keep up with my appetite?”

“I can! I could!”

“So young and vibrant and…virile.” Burying her nose in my hair she takes deep inhale. “Ohhhh.” She let out a long breath and whispers. “But…”

“But?”

“You saw last night what I would want from you. Remember?” Her warm breath washes across my ear as the image of her pounding down into the imaginary Elliot flashes through my mind. Hugging me harder she rubs her cock up the crack of my ass. “But you’ve also told me that you do not enjoy anal love. I could enjoy you for a lifetime without it, I could LOVE you with every ounce of me, but…mmm…on some level I would be left wanting. Sexually.”

“Um…”

“Shhhh.” She nibbles my ear, sending tingles coursing down my neck to make the gooseflesh rise. “And what if we do decided to share you? Hm? To make you a prince…an angel…our family…honey hole. The others would be most…disappointed at your limitations.”

“I-I-I…”

“Shhhhhhh.” She kisses my cheek. “In the end it is about you and me, handsome. You and me. You’ve spoken your heart and brought us to a point where choices cannot be avoided or put off. But you’ve made a choice without fully considering all of the consequences, I fear. And I have yet to make my decision. Do I keep my perfect, beautiful boy forever…or let him go free to enjoy a normal life? I know what my heart wants but…I need to think about this. I need to come to terms to what it would mean, for both of us. I need to speak with the family again. And YOU need to take some time to think with this…” She pats taps my temple. “…and not this…” She rubs my heart. “…and definitely not this.” Grabbing my junk in a full handed grasp she gives me a tight squeeze!

“Eeep!”

“Heh, heh, heh. Still swelling I see.” After another smooch to my cheek she whispers. “Let’s enjoy each other this weekend and see where it takes us, my sweet. It could be our last time together. By Monday you will either be mine or finding a new place to live.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.”