No Boys Allowed

Work passes, for the most part, uneventfully. The most excitement I get is getting teased for NOT having some hottie come by at lunch time to take me away. Not only do I accept the ribbing with good humor, I actually welcome it as it was a nice reminder of the blessings in my life. Outside of a couple of periods of drizzle the weather stays relatively good, barely slowing us down, though by the time I was walking home the dark clouds rolling in from the west told me the rain forecast for tomorrow would be arriving tonight.

As I walk I check my messages to see that my car wouldn’t be ready until the morning and that Lily had reached out to say that Briana was available tonight if I didn’t mind some extra company. To Roger I reply with gratitude and to Lily I respond with an enthusiastic thumbs up emoji.

Once home I find Heather not back yet from work so I get freshened up for my night out to come. Knowing that ‘Ellie’ would be making her first real appearance tonight I take the extra time for a good shower with Heather’s most flowery smelling soaps, a perfect shave, a trim down below and to attend to moisturizing like I’d never really done before. Though I wasn’t yet in touch with my feminine side I felt like I’d already taken a half a step down that untrodden path. As I get dressed my mind casts back to wearing Lily’s panties and surprisingly pleasant and liberating it had felt. A taste of things to come.

Though a part of me, the remnants of the old me, wanted to just chill for a few minutes before Heather got home the new me knew I had responsibilities to attend to. Between the two Elliot’s it was no contest as to which one won.

My phone at my ear I hear it ring twice followed by the sweetest voice in the whole world. “Sir!”

“Hello, Princess.” I smile. “How are you doing tonight?”

“Just sitting here thinking about you.”

“What a coincidence. I was thinking about you too. Whatcha doin, baby girl?”

She sighs happily. “I have a big assignment due tomorrow. Just getting that polished up to my usual standards. So, you survived my parents.”

I chuckle. “I did. Your dad was…amazing.”

Her already upbeat voice shines a bit brighter. “Yeah. And Mom?”

“We’ve come to understand each other a bit better.” I say. “She’s accepted me, I think, in her own way.”

Mia lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. Um, did you guys talk about me much?”

“Of course.”

“Oh.”

“They love you very much and worry about you.” I say.

There’s a pause before she says. “Sir…I don’t want to be what they want me to be.”

“Mia…”

“They made you promise to make me like the others, didn’t they?”

“Uh…” For a moment I am left speechless as Mia had foreseen out her parent’s well-meaning request in using me as a tool to train her toward dominant womanhood. “You are a very intelligent woman, Mia. I confess that the topic did come up.”

“Sir! I don’t want to be like them. I don’t want to be in charge.” Her voice wavers with emotion. “I don’t want to make the decisions. I don’t want an FLR.”

“FLR?”

“Female led relationship.” She answers with the first bit of defiance I’d ever heard from her. “I don’t want any of that stuff. I just…I just want my Sir to let me be his Princess. I want you…I want a man to call me his good girl and his bad girl. Is that so wrong? Am I so wrong? I just…I just…”

“Princess. It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with you.” I say, my voice low and kind. “Hey, what are you up to tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” She says, my question pulling her off out of the dark place her thoughts had been pulling her. “Um, I’ve g-got classes in the morning then probably just practice after that. Work on the piece some more. Why?”

“Well, my boss told me that there’s a good chance we’ll be rained out tomorrow.” I say. “They’ll still need a few guys on site but the hours are offered based on seniority. With me being the new guy, well, it’s pretty unlikely I’ll get called in.”

“You mean…?”

“I mean I want you to keep your afternoon available. I intend to bring you here and remind you why you call ME Sir.” I say, firming my voice with caring authority. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Oh!” She gasps. “Y-Yes, Sir!”

I smile at the obvious joy in her voice. “I’ve got a special task for you this time.”

“Yes, Sir!” She giggles. “Anything Sir.”

“Just before you go to bed I want you take care of your needs, thinking of me of course.”

“Who else would I think about?” She whispers.

“But in the morning don’t relieve yourself sexually. Not unless you receive my order to do so.” I say. “If I work, I’ll give you the go ahead. If I don’t…you hold it for me.”

“Oh! But…But, Sir. My morning classes…”

“You’ll manage.” I say.

“From bedtime…until tomorrow afternoon!? Not even once?”

“Not even once. I want you **** and begging by the time I come get you.”

“Oh my God!”

“Can you do that for me, Princess?”

“Y-Yes, Sir! Ohhhh, Elliot.” She mewls. “I’ll be thinking of you every second.”

“I know you will. I’m counting on it.” I say. “I’m sorry to cut this short but Heather will be home soon and I’ve got a thing with Lily tonight. One more thing before you go?”

“Name it.”

“Play for me.”

On the sofa I sit back, eyes closed and the phone on speaker, and let Mia’s soul-stirring violin take me on a journey. When it was over I smile again and say. “Hope to see you tomorrow, Princess.”

“I love you, Sir.”

“I love you too.”

After I hang up I stare at my phone for a time thinking about Mia and what I had told her parents. She was so different from the rest of them and so were my feelings for her. I loved them all, not like I loved Heather but a true love nevertheless. Yet among them Mia held a special place of her own. I was her Prince, but she was also my Princess. With the others I felt like I belonged to them as their shared man, with Mia I felt like she belonged to me. With the others I was happy to be their honey boy until they found a man of their own to claim, with Mia I found the idea of letting her go more complicated. It all felt…taboo. Excitingly so. Disturbingly so. I shake my head and quietly pray I didn’t mess things up.

“There is a man deep in thought.” Says Heather as she steps through the door.

My worries forgotten I rise and hurry to my woman. Wrapping my arms around her thick, soft body I hold her close. “Ohhhh.”

“Hello, handsome.” She smiles and caresses my cheek. “Miss me?”

“You know I did.”

“Mm.” We kiss. “Still going out with Lily tonight?”

“Mm hm.” I nod. ‘If that’s okay.”

“Of course.” She says, wrapping an arm around me and leading me toward the bedroom. “How are you doing, my love? You’ve taken on a lot in a short amount of time. I know the girls are eager, but make sure you’re looking after YOU too.” She boops my nose.

I laugh softly. “I’m okay. More than okay. I’ve never been happier. Looking after everyone…it’s important to me. I feel like…” Laying my head on her shoulder I sigh. “Rebecca would say it’s just the way of things. Just a chemical urge.”

“Pish.” She pats my cheek. “You are a good boy and you’re looking after your ladies. That’s all you, baby.”

“Thank you.”

In the bedroom I quickly service my lover with my hands, careful not to mess my clothes. After helping her change we share a lovely meal together where we chat about our day and listen to the growing rain patter against the window panes. More than anything we simply reconnect again, quelling that urgent need to be together. We finish the dishes just in time for Lily’s arrival.

When she knocks I call for her to come in. She cracks the door just an inch then calls. “You SURE it’s safe to come in?”

I laugh and Heather blushes as we remember the last time Lily had let herself in unannounced. “It’s safe.”

Lily steps in wrapped in a long charcoal coat and an umbrella being folded down I her hands. “Whoo! Not fit for woman nor beast out there.”

I consider correcting her but think better of it. Heather goes to kiss Lily’s cheek. “Staying a bit?”

“Nah. Sorry, Mum. I’ve only got a little window here and…” Her eyes turn to me.

“I understand.” Heather nods. “I hope you two have fun.”

As Lily stands on the entrance mat, her umbrella dripping, I get into a jacket and shoes.

“I’m sure we will.” Lily says with a smirk. “I’ll bring him back in one piece. I work at midnight so we won’t be too late.”

Heather grins, rubbing my shoulder. “Take care of him.”

Lily rolls her eyes like only a daughter can do with her mother. “Yes, MOM. And I’ll try not to scratch the paint.” They share a laugh then Heather and I share a kiss.

With that we strike out into the rainy night. Lily holds the umbrella over both of us as we hurry out to her car and before long we were on our way. As she drives I occasionally glance over at her to admire her beauty. Each time she notices and glances back again.

“I can’t believe…” We both say at the same time, then finish the sentence together as well. “…it’s you.” We laugh.

Conversation is light during the trip. Not awkward, simply sparse. It seemed neither of us quite knew what to do or say as the people we were years ago clashed with the people we were right now. To Lily I wasn’t just some new Prince, which was monumental enough, I was also the quiet boy her brother bullied back in high school. I understood well just how surreal that was as to me I still saw that same smoking hot popular girl WAY out of my league that she had been once upon a time. Add to that everything that had happened among her family up until now combined with what we were about to do and surreal became downright fantastical. With a top 40 radio station playing softly we watch the rain drenched city flow by as we get ever closer to my very first ‘girl’s night’.

At last pull into the underground parking of an apartment complex. We park then Lily takes my arm, smiles, and lead me to the elevator. Along the way she says. “Thank you for not making this awkward.”

“Same to you.”

We head up and get off on her floor. She leads down the hallway then pauses at her apartment door. Laying her hand on my chest she turns and looks me in the eyes. “Elliot stays here. From this moment until you leave, no boys allowed. Okay?”

Ready for this I take a breath then realign and soften my voice into Ellie’s, just as she’d taught me. “Okay, Lily. I’m ready.”

I still thought I sounded stupid with that soft falsetto, but the way Lily’s eyes light up as I say her name made me realize that ‘sounding stupid’ was actually in the ear of the beholder.