A Simple Life: Chapter 23 (Patreon)

After my shower I towel off my body, comb my hair, and slip into the skin tight underwear Winona had lent me.  I cannot help but feel a bit naughty in them.  My dick and balls were occupying the space that hers usually filled, though with mine there was some slack in the fabric.  They were snug in my butt thanks to me having a plumper tush than most guys.  Turning around and getting up on my tip-toes I check my back side out and I had to admit that I was looking pretty good.  I definitely had to get myself some of these.  Thankfully my shorts had caught most of my load and the inside of my jeans had just needed a bit of daubing off.  After my shower they were already dry enough to wear.

When I step back out from the washroom everything was back to normal.  The lights were on, the candles snuffed and put away, the music playing, and the game book and dice had been returned to the shelf.  Outside the rain had stopped and inside Winona sat at her computer and seemed to be typing in some of my character details into a document.  It was surreal, like waking from a strange dream.  As if the whole ‘good girl’ leg humping thing had never happened.  In one way it was weird but in another the normalcy of everything put me at ease.  Any chance for awkwardness had been nipped in the bud.

She peeks back over her shoulder and smiles.  “Better?”

“Yeah.”  I say.

“Good.”  She turns back to the screen, straightens her glasses, and taps out a few final details.  “I’d like a backstory from you at some point.”  She spins her chair then rolls it back to the table and place my character down.  “Once I get a group together we can arrange to get together for a session zero.”

“Um, sure.”  I nod.  “Can’t wait.”

“It’s going to be a tight fit in here.”  She looks around.  “I might have to find another venue.”

“Y-You can come to my place.  I’ve got more space.”  I offer without even thinking.  “Oh…uh, but I have a roommate.”

“Sweet.”  She says.  “We’ll see how it goes.  I might take you up on that.”

“S-Sure.”  I couldn’t retract the offer now.  Brayden would just have to deal.

“Are you going to need a lift back?”  She asks.  “I know the rain has stopped but…I dunno.”

“I’ll be fine.”  I say.  “Thank you though.”

“Hey, uh…”  She pauses and looks around, her eyes settling back onto the computer.  “…you wanna watch something before you take off?”

“Sure!”  I snatch at any reason to stick around for longer.

“Great.”  She rolls back to the desk.  “Grab us some chips.  Up in that cupboard.”

“On it.”  As Winona sets up a show I find the bag of chips but nothing to put them in.  I quickly wash out the salad bowl and give it a good dry before dumping the snack in.

“The Bailey Bunch?”

“Pah!”  I guffaw.  “You watch soap operas?”

“It’s a sitcom!”  She insists with a laugh.

“I heard it’s terrible.”  I say as I grab the other chair and slide it to sit along beside her.

“It is!  And I love it.  It’s my guilty pleasure  I’m hooked.”  After moving her keyboard she takes the bowl from me and sets it on the desk in front of the screen.  “We could watch something else.”

“I’m good.  I’ve always been curious if it’s really as bad as they say.”  I snap my fingers.  “Drinks!  Can I grab a couple of sodas?”

“Absolutely my dude.”

I zip to the fridge and return.  We crack open our cans and settle in beside each other as the opening beats to the theme song begin.

“Want me to catch you up?”  She asks before grabbing four chips at a go and crunching them down.

“Nah.  I’ll try to figure it out as we go.”  I say.

I genuinely try to watch for a while but the schlocky melodrama quickly loses me.  It didn’t matter though.  I was enjoying just sitting beside Winona as we nibble and drink and just coexist.  As often as I could I would glance over to her just to admire her noble beauty as she watched the silly show with rapt attention.  Once she catches me peeking and shoots me a grin.  It made me feel good inside.  Really good inside.  In ways that were new to me.  It wasn’t long after that when I feel something brush against my hand.  In my peripheral I see that her arm had slipped off of the armrest to hang by her side, causing her hand to touch mine.  Peering out of the corner of my eye I could see she was blushing!  Though her eyes were locked on the screen I knew here attention was down at her side.

Very subtly she nudges the back of my hand with hers.  I nudge back.  She rubs it lightly, and I rub back.  Her fingers play across mine, and mine dance back.  The next thing I feel are her fingers sliding in between my index finger and thumb.  I shift my hand to open it up for her and her long fingers continue to glide softly over my palm.  And then, so very softly…she holds my hand.

She holds my hand?

She holds my hand!

It was such a little thing.  Such a simple gesture.  So innocent and wholesome.  Yet it shook me to my core in the best possible way.

The pair of us sit still and quiet.  Though things were happening on the screen I couldn’t have said what they were.  Working with her hands for a living her hands were neither as smooth nor as supple as mine or Kayla’s or even Eddie’s, but neither were they abrasive or rough.  While my palm was silky her hand was tough and strong and warm, like a sturdy wool blanket to huddle under against the cold.  I liked it.  I liked it a lot.

The moment only lasts maybe thirty seconds before suddenly her hand yanks away.  She grabs some chips with it and munches them down then slaps her knee with a loud laugh.

“HA!”  She points at the screen.  “Classic Bailey’s.  Ha ha ha.  The big sister’s a total psycho by the way.”

“Is she?”

“Yeah.”

She looks over to me and our eyes meet.  As one we smile then look away.

The show finishes and I knew from the cues that Winona was giving me that our time was up.  We exchange numbers then I take my pencils and the pad with my character on it and together we approach the door.

“Hey, thanks for coming tonight Sprout.”  She says softly.  “It was fun.”

“Yeah.”  I say.

After I put on my shoes she opens the door for me and I step through into the customer service office.  She follows me out.  Together we walk back to the garage where clicks on the buzzing fluorescent lights and cranks open the garage bay where my bike was parked.  The cool night breeze, fresh and damp from the recent storm, floods into the bay.

I tuck my character and pencils into my back pack.  “Oh!  I forgot my…knickers.”  I giggle.  “In your washroom.”

She waves it off.  “Get’em later.  Consider them collateral for mine.”

“Okay.”  I forgo the rain gear I’d brought with me and just slip my jacket on.

“You look like such a little bad ass when you’re on your bike.”  She swipes across my chest and straightens the shoulders.

“Bad ass?  Me!?”

“Mmm hmm.”  She nods.  “Not as hot as the apron, but close.”  She takes my helmet and slips it down onto my head and pats the top to set in place.

“And y-you are…so…b-b-beautif-f-f….”

She snaps a light punch into my shoulder.  “Get outta here Sprout.”

I giggle again.  My backpack is shouldered and I mount my bike.  I am about to start it up when I pause and look to Winona who stood with her arms crossed just a couple of feet away.

“Whatever happened to Althea?”

Winona grins.  “You’ll have to wait until we play to find out.”

“Aw, come on!”

“Let’s just say Lady Ara has found herself a new sidekick.”

“Ha ha!  Yes!”  I lift myself up and come down on the kick starter and my bike snarls to life.

“We should back in town by 4 or 5.”  She shouts over the engine.  “Text me when the party is.  I’ll pick you up on the way.”

I nod as I put the bike into gear and turn on the headlight.  “See you tomorrow.”

“Be a good boy now.”  She winks.

“G-G-Good b-b-b…?”

“Get OUTTA here!”  With a laugh she gives my ass a stinging swat and sends me shooting out of the garage.

The next thing I know I am ripping down highway for town with the fresh wind in my face.  Glancing back over my shoulder I see the long, tall form of Winona standing alone in the open bay of the garage watching me disappear into the dark.

Oh what a night!

Chapter 24