Cooking dinner

As soon as Ethan gets home, he puts away his groceries and gets to work cooking dinner.

Nothing fancy, but he feels he needs to step up his diet after the last few days. In fact, he feels like he just needs to get a better handle on meals in general. He’s lost a little bit of weight the past couple weeks, partly due to stress, but his eating wasn't helping.

{if Heather Affection >70}A buzz in his pocket pulls his attention away from a boiling pot. Pulling out his phone, he sees a message from Heather, or rather an image.

It’s a mirror selfie, one that appears taken from a public washroom. But the setting of the picture is the least interesting thing about it.

Heather’s shirt is hiked up over her chest, exposing her large bra-bound chest and deep cleavage. Red with lacy decals, this particular bra is a favorite of Ethan’s, being a tad small on her, making her already hefty chest seem bigger. The color very closely matches her hair, which also contributed to Ethan’s love for it, although the cleavage part was really the main reason. Her face is partially obscured in the photo by her phone, but Ethan can still clearly see her red locks.

Not sure what to say back, Ethan opts for a wordless response, unbuckling his belt, he pulls his pants down slightly, taking a quick picture of his now very hard cock through his boxers, then sending it to Heather.

H: Boxers? :(

E: Bra?

H: You love that bra.

E: Love what’s underneath more.

H: My heart ;P

E: That 2 I guess.

H: Talk later? About to go into the subway.

E: Ttyl.

Pulling up his pants, Ethan pockets his phone.{endif}

{if Heather Alt =true}A buzz in his pocket pulls his attention away from a boiling pot. Pulling out his phone, he sees a message from Heather, or rather an image.

It’s a mirror selfie, one that appears taken from a public washroom. But the setting of the picture is the least interesting thing about it.

Heather’s shirt is hiked up over her chest, exposing her large bra-bound chest and deep cleavage. Red with lacy decals, this particular bra is a favorite of Ethan’s, being a tad small on her, making her already hefty chest seem bigger. The color very closely matches her hair, which also contributed to Ethan’s love for it, although the cleavage part was really the main reason. Her face is partially obscured in the photo by her phone, but Ethan can still clearly see her red locks.

Not sure what to say back, Ethan opts for a wordless response, unbuckling his belt, he pulls his pants down slightly, taking a quick picture of his now very hard cock through his boxers, then sending it to Heather.

H: Boxers? :(

E: Bra?

H: You love that bra.

E: Love what’s underneath more.

H: My heart ;P

E: That 2 I guess.

H: Talk later? About to go into the subway.

E: Ttyl.

Pulling up his pants, Ethan pockets his phone.{endif}

Twenty minutes later, Ethan is eating at the table. Looking around at the empty spots, Ethan feels a small wave of melancholy. Being alone in the house was hard sometimes, and looking at the empty spaces his Grandparents used to sit only made it harder. The sudden urge not to linger at the table overtakes him, Ethan proceeding to eat a little faster.

With still a fair chunk of day left, Ethan starts doing the dishes. Investing in a dishwasher was something his Grandma never indulged in, so that left Ethan to do it all by hand. Once he was properly on his feet and found a new job, he planned on eventually getting one, but as long as he was by himself handwashing was fine.

A ring of the doorbell echoes through the house, interrupting Ethan washing a cup. Quickly drying off his hands, Ethan makes for the door, wondering who would be showing up at his doorstep now.