Couch shopping with Brian and catching up

Brian laughs as you help him up out of the car. He adjusts the cane that he got when they let him out of the hospital.

"I'm sorry for breaking the couch, honeybear, I really am," you tell him.

"Mary, hon," he says. "That was the couch where I was tying your shoes so we could take you to Labor and Delivery. Shasta wasn't waiting around for any doctor, she popped out right into her daddy's arms before I got your other shoe on. Back when that couch was new, we made Shasta right there, you and me, while Sarah was in her crib napping. That couch has gone above and beyond, and if it gave its life for you to touch Heaven while an AC/DC mall flower was hammering you with her plastic dick, then it died happy."

You **** back a snicker. "Brian please," you begin, then trail off with a sigh. "God love you, honeybear."

You hold the door open for Brian to enter the furniture store. Roomy, brightly lit, and lots of models. But you already know the one you want, it's one you've slept on at Mandy's.

And more than once on that couch, you've known Mandy biblically to your common joy. What an angel Mandy looks like when God sends her bodily joy. You don't grudge at all that your honeybear has been back to sneak a poke at his old flame once in a while. If Brian cleaves to Mandy now and then, well, you know both sides of that, and you love joy.

Mandy's couch. Feather-covered foam core cushions, easy-clean synthetic plush upholstery. Hers is greeny-gold, yours is going to be raspberry.

You know what you want, they have one in stock, and in a few minutes you're back in the salesman's little office.

"Apologies, Mr. Forbes, Ms. Forbes," he says. "My printer is not working. I will ask Lulubelle to make us a copy." He's a fine figure of a man, a tall Black man in dress slacks, shirt, tie, and suspenders woven with a design of little carpenters' tools.

"I go by Missus, really," you say. "Or Mary."

He smiles. "Mrs. Forbes, of course," he says. He nods to the both of you, the overhead light gleaming on his bare brown scalp. "I will be right back."

It was a nice look on him, really. That Shakespearian actor they had play the star captain, he brought the look back, made it sexy instead of scary or weird, though maybe the salesman, maybe he picked it up from those basketball players, you guess it's easier to take care of if you're running and breathing hard and sweating and then you're on the road all the time.

You squeeze Brian's hand as you sit there on the beige love seat opposite the salesman's desk.

"Oh honeybear, I never got to tell you the whole story," you say.

"Sounded like quite the party at our house, you and those three young ladies, till the couch broke," your husband says. He rubs the corner of his newly shaven jaw the way he'd used to scratch his beard.

You're used to Brian wearing a short beard and mustache, but it was a trouble having one in the hospital so he had them shave it off. With his beard gone, Brian looks like quite the babyfaced youngster, for a man with two grown daughters and twenty years into a long-distance trucking job. A job with ladies along his every route holding their doors and their lady parts open for him to come on in. And a job with Patty at the dispatch office, who put your honeybear into the hospital while she slipped when she was giving him a welcome-home wiener polishing with her tongue while he was still in the cab of his truck, pulling him down onto the concrete garage floor. Seatbelts, you think.

"So what'd I miss?" Brian asks.

"Well, the young ladies, Clara especially, they've brought me a revelation like Saul on the road to Damascus."

"Do tell," Brian says. "Must have been a good revelation, the sparkle in your eyes."

"Well hon, you know I've been so shy about my poop hole? How shameful and dirty? They showed me, Clara and Colleen and Louise, that it's just another part of the body God gave us, there's no more sin and shame there than anything else."

"Less, I'm sure," Brian says. "For all folks talk shit, it's just nature calling. Once a man's out of diapers, there's ten times more mischief in his front side than his back." He looks up into the corner, then scans up and down from your nose to your toes. He chuckles. "Guess it's about the same for a woman. So was that the revelation?"

You feel a blush coming on. "God bless me, honeybear, the revelation was that I licked those young ladies' hiney holes and they were a little funky but that didn't bother me, I've tasted worse up front sometimes. And I liked it when they got their joy that way. And I liked it when they did it to me. I put down the shame, and hiding underneath, there was joy. Even there, even that dirty hole, that was a place to touch Heaven. To bring Heaven's touch to those sweet young ladies. That was my revelation."

"Oh, sweetie-pie," Brian says, grinning. "That pretty pink star inside your moon, she's been winking at me, a quarter inch over my cock, for twenty years now. As close as she was, she might as well have been as far off as Heaven. I was lookin' at that star, wishing on it, when we made Sarah together. I'm gonna finally kiss her hello."

"Honeybear," you say, happy and embarrassed and tingly down there, all at once.

Roll +Cool(+1) to STALK HIM, including +1 Forward from your party time with the young ladies: 8, he's in a public place or there's trouble in the way.

By the time you get things sorted out with your new couch, you and Brian have been giving each other a lot of "Hey Girl" and "Hey Boy" looks. With a moist palm, you accept a pen from the salesman, whose smiles and pleasantries feel like blessings to your desire,

"You've made an excellent choice, Brian, Mary," he says. "Our company has made that model for over twenty years, and it is our best seller for good reason."

"I have a dear friend, she has one," you say. "Once I saw you had the same kind, I knew what I wanted."

Brian makes sure the order includes a note about your sloping driveway off the country road out in the hills.

"Ah yes, I know that road," the salesman says. "Before I worked here I drove a propane truck. Your house was on my route. I have filled your tank." He looks at the overhead picture on the computer, and the turnoff from the road. "We'll send the small box truck, it will be no trouble."

The salesman notes the delivery plan on one of his business cards and hands it to you with the order. MR. ADAM FREEMAN, SALES, is his title.

Your palm is still warm and moist when you shake his hand. He has a warm, confident grip, and you feel those tingles again.

"If you still do deliveries, I'll be pleased to greet you when our new couch comes in," you tell him.

Brian quivers beside you on the love seat. You were just trying to be neighborly, but you could not deny that Mr. Adam Freeman was making you a little melty inside.

Adam laughs. "Perhaps fate will smile and we will be shorthanded for delivery that day," he says. "If so, it will be me and my son Seth. Good boy, taking a year off after junior college, enough books for now, wants to just work."

Once you're back in the car, Brian gets to be a regular pest, wanting to act on your revelation sooner rather than later.

"Oh honeybear, can't we hold on until we get home?" you say.

You decline his suggestion of a quick stop in the back room of his company's truck dispatch office. Patty. A no-go when he says you should sneak a quickie at your workplace, the diner. Taylor. Mandy.

"Brian honeybear," you say, tentatively. "If you're set on being naughty out in the wild and free, how about a stop behind the county water tank, you know? For old times' sake."

It's a flat place at the head of a valley with a big steel water tank on the county system. Kids would park on the back side of the tank, just out of sight of the county road. At night-time, it has a view of twinkling lights in the distance down the next valley. That little old lovers' lane is where you'd managed to pry him loose from Mandy all those years ago.

"Mary, sweetie-pie," Brian says. "That would be perfect. You're like God sent me an angel of love. You give and take love wherever you go and you come on home to me warm and willing."

You feel a burst of pride in your heart. Your lips move in silent prayer, asking that your prideful heart should settle, settle, settle. You let out a deep sigh. "It's just the spirit that moves me, honeybear," you say. "If I walk in love, that's the gift of a greater love. An angel? That's a messenger, bringing the good news. Maybe I deliver His letters, but it's God's wish for joy to all His children. I'm not even the card, I'm just the envelope."

Brian showers you with admiration and you affirm your proper place, letting the love flow through, giving it away to come back threefold, ninefold. You see his face glowing with excitement, his voice fast, eager. He thinks he has to talk you into this, well, maybe he'll have that much more joy thinking he did.

Roll +HOT(+3) to MAKE HIM BEG: 10.
On a 10+, Brian begs for three things.

• Brian begs to lick your ass (use EAT PUSSY)
• Brian begs for two other things...

"Oh sweetie-pie, slow down, we're almost there!" Brian says.

You hadn't forgotten. You let the car coast down to a crawl as it leaves the pavement for gravel in the flat apron surrounding the big round water tank.

"I can't wait to get the good news," Brian says. "Sweetie-pie, I've been dreaming of this for so long. Just kissing you right there on that smiling star I've watched, seen it winking at me when your pussy squeezes down on my cock. Let's do it, let's do it right now. And..."

Your honeybear's voice trails off. He's hoping for something, but maybe ashamed of it?

"You can say it, Brian," you tell him. "I've put down my shame. Tell me what you want. Just say it, whatever. And if it doesn't work, I still want to hear what's in your heart, and we'll pray that wish on its way."

You have Hard 0, Hot +3, Cool 0, Control -1. 1 XP.

Character Moves: Mind Control, Mistress, L7, Ass-Licking, plus Naughty Bitch (figured into stats)

• What two other things does Brian beg for?
• Then, use EAT PUSSY, rolling +HOT(+3) with one choice HE LICKS YOUR ASS. On a success, use ASS-LICKING to hold one. Spend it to GET FUCKED, or to take +1 Hard if he begs you to GET FUCKED.