A Simple Life: Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Moving with upbeat energy it doesn’t take long before Winona and I have the truck bed emptied out.  While it was only a truck load it was already enough to make the small suite look mostly full.

“Damn this one’s heavy.”  I say as I set down the last box.  “What’s in it?”

“Hm?”  She looks over.  “Oh, game books.”

“Heavy game books.”  I say.  “Is that all?”

“Nah.  There’s some more delicate things in the cab.  I’ll get them later.”  Winona says as she drags her stout wooden dresser into the closet.  “I can’t thank you enough Avery.”

“I…I can go get them.”  I offer.  “I’ll be careful.”

She looks at me a moment then shrugs.  “Well thanks again.  It’s unlocked.”

“I’m on it!”  I say, grateful for this excuse to hang around a bit longer.

As I walk back out to her truck my is mind abuzz with a feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time.  Winona wasn’t at all what I though she was.  She was kind.  She was funny.  And oh my goodness was she sexy!  I had been so wrong about her.  It made me wonder how many other things I might have been wrong about?  I open the passenger door of the truck to find the seat and floor carefully stacked with a computer, a monitor, and two boxes.  Deciding the tower was the most valuable thing here I choose it first and carefully carry it back to the suite.

When I get back Winona was pulling clothes from out of a bag and either hanging them in the closet or folding them up to put the items in the dresser.  Spinning around with a long sleeveless blue dress hanging from a hanger in her hand she holds it up to her body and asks.  “What do you think?”

I set down the computer on the table.  Walking closer I say.  “It’s wonderful.”

“Ya think?”  She says looking down on it.  “I’m not sure blue is my color.”  Flipping the dress around she reaches out and holds against me!  Holding the hanger near my collar bone so that it draped down over my body she looks me up and down.  “Now on you…pa-pow!  Blue is definitely your thing.  Those eyes of yours just pop.”

I giggle and blush furiously.  “Pa-pow?”

“Pa-pow.”  She says, turning back to hang the dress in the closet.

I hurry back to the truck feeling ever more jubilant.  I liked this girl.  I really liked her.  Everything was going so well, I just prayed I didn’t screw this up.  I could hear my grandpa’s voice echo through my memory.  ‘Start small.  Don’t come on too strong.  Just be yourself Avery.’  That was easy for him to say.  Everybody liked grandpa.

Next I carry her monitor in and then the first box.  On my way out for what I knew would be my last trip I try to think of excuses to stay out here longer.  Unfortunately nothing had come to mind by the time I return and place the last item down.

“That’s everything.”  I say as I remove the gloves she’d lent me.

“You’re the best Sprout.”  She says.  “Thanks!”

I stand nearby as she continues to put clothes away trying to think of something charming to say.  As she pulls out a couple of t shirts a little puff of bright pink catches my eye.  Reaching down I lift the item which turns out to be one of those sets of novelty handcuffs.

“And what is this?”

She turns to look at me.  Her eyes go wide and this time it is her cheeks that darken.  “Hey! Give me that!”

I let out squeal and dart for the far side of the room.  “Ha ha ha!  What are you?  A cop in your spare time?”  As I turn back around I am shocked to find her right on my tail!  “EEEE!”

“You little snoop!”

Her hand snaps out to grab my wrist in a tight grip.  I switch the cuffs to my other hand and try to pull it away but she grabs that wrist as well.  The next thing I knew she was pressing me back against the wall.  I start to resist her, stopping her from pinning me, and for a moment we stand in a back and forth test of strength.  Not wanting to be shown up by a girl, and hoping to impress her with a little manly bravado, I put my all into it and press forward.  Winona hazel eyes lock onto mine.  My advancing arms are halted and begin to shake.  Then, slowly and steadily, Winona forces my wrists back against the wall behind me.  I struggle and twist but I was going nowhere.  Winona was stronger than me!  Genuinely, truly, stronger than me!  She steps in, looming over me and staring down into me as she physically dominates me in a way I’d only experienced with male bullies before.

I stare up at her in humbled awe as the fastest god damned erection I’d ever sprung comes to full mast in my tight jeans.

Slowly her right hand slides up my arm to pluck the cuffs from my hand.  “Thank you.”  She says, then turns to return to the dresser to toss them into her top drawer.

I stand against the wall, still shook and wildly aroused by what had just happened.  When my wits return I think quickly and grab the water bottle to hold it in a way to conceal my rock hard pecker.

“Uh…wh-what do you do with those?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”  She quips.  How right she was!

I am nearly startled out of my boots when suddenly there comes a booming.  “Hey kid!”  Filling the doorway was what might have been the largest human being I had ever seen with my own two eyes.  The man had to be peeking over six and half foot tall but it was his thick stature that truly made him such a behemoth.  One of his stout legs probably weighed as much as my whole damn body!  His bright hazel eyes and distinctive high cheekbones left no doubt who this man was.

“Hey Pops.”  Winona hurries to the man for a warm hug.  “Did you see this place?”

“I saw it!”  He says.  “I told you this was meant to be.”

“You’re right Pops, as usual.”

“And who is this?”  He looks to me.

“This is my friend Avery.”

Friend?  She called me friend!

“Ahem.”  I step forward and offer my hand for a shake.  Thankfully the sight of the giant Dad had my over-eager pecker in a full and swift retreat.  “G-good to meet you sir.”

He steps through, filling the room with his presence.  His size was intimidating as hell but the friendly smile on his face put a lot that to ease.  He towers over me and his huge mitt completely encompasses my comparatively slender, pale hand as we shake.  “Don’t tell me.  You play these funny games of hers too.”  He looks to his daughter.  “You geeks are everywhere!”

“Yeah we are.”  Winona states proudly, slipping back on her glasses as if to emphasize her nerdiness.

“You unloaded the truck already.”

“With Avery’s help.”

“Ahh.”  He slaps my shoulder in that same rough but friendly way that Winona had…only a hell of a lot stronger!  “There’s a true gentleman.”

“H-happy to help sir.”

“Ha ha ha!”  His laughter bellows through the whole garage.  “Enough of that sir business.  Call me Amos, Avery.”

“Yes sir…I mean, Amos.”

“For the help I’ll give you ten percent off your first tune up.  Just the labor mind you.”

“Pop!”

“Fine!  Fifteen percent.”

“God you’re cheap!”  Winona says.  “Avery said he’s got to get going.”  She takes my arm and whispers.  “Come on.”  As Amos starts to poke around Winona leads me back out to my bike, pausing so that I could grab my pack along the way.  “We’ve got a lot to do yet today and I know you do too.”

“Yeah.”  I say.  “I work in a few hours.”  I glance toward the hired cube van parked alongside Winona’s truck.  “He’s nice.”

“Oh he’s nice alright.”  She rolls her eyes.  “One look at you and my Mom’ll be even nicer.”  When she sees my curious look she explains.  “They’re hoping I hook up with one of the rich white or asian boys from the college.  They’re not even coy about it, they just talk about it in the open.”  She lets out a huff.  “Parents!”

“Oh.”  I say.  “I’m not rich…or in college.”

“And that is none of their business.”  She says.  “Hey, really, thanks Sprout.”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t worry.  Those cats aren’t going to starve while I’m around.  I promised, and I keep my promises.”

“Thank you.”  I didn’t want to say goodbye.  In fact it was the last thing in the world I wanted to do right now.  I smack my dry lips and rub my fingers against my clammy palms.  “Hey…uh…Winona…uhhh…”

Stepping closer she reaches out and softly rests a hand on my chest.  “Avery.  Before you ask me what I think you’re going to ask me…”  She pauses, searching for the right words.  Oh no!  She was blowing me off!  Why did I ever think a woman like her would be interested in a guy like me!  She just wanted help unloading.  Of course she did.  Why else would she be nice to me?  I am such an idiot!  Taking a deep breath then letting it out in a puff she says.  “Whoo.  This is always so awkward.”

“It’s okay.”  I say, already berating myself for my presumption that kindness equaled interest.  “I’ll just go.”

“Wait.”  She says.  “Just…talk to Kayla first, okay?”

“Kayla?”

“Before you ask me what I think you were about to ask me, and I DO want you to ask me, talk to Kayla.  Just…talk to Kayla.”  Winona says, rather mysteriously.  “You’ll understand why later.”

“O…kayyy?”

She grins a beaming, beautiful grin and pats my chest.  “See you around?”

“Y-yeah.  You bet.”

I watch her every step of the way as she strides back to disappear around the back the garage, captivated by her long swooshing black hair and smoothly swaying hips.  In a daze I shoulder my back, put on my helmet, and kick my bike into life.  As I coast down the drive and back onto the highway for town I begin to question whether that had even happened.  That had been a dream.  It had to be dream!  Right?  Right!?  With glance behind me I see the two trucks parked along side the old garage.  Nope, it was real.

“Ha ha ha!”  I cry out in joy and open the throttle wide.

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