A Simple Life: Chapter 96 (Patreon)

As we chat and joke and flirt we share a very nice dinner together.  Winona devours her burger and finishes it with a satisfied burp as I nibble away at my yummy salmon.  We reminisce about our day, telling stories about breakfast, her dad, her mom, the new addition, the sign and how Briar got an unexpected eyeful by showing up unannounced.  We laugh so hard at poor Briar’s expense that her ears were surely burning.  Not in a mean way of course, we both quite liked our new FoF obsessed friend, but Winona getting caught cheek deep in my cheeks had us howling.  How I loved her laugh.  The way she looked, the way she sounded, the way she moved.  Beautiful.  As we spoke and shared easy company I was happy that I’d gone down on her before dinner as it made her more relaxed and less horny so we could enjoy this moment for what it was.  Not that I wasn’t eager for more sexy times, but right now a nice wholesome supper between us felt just right.

As we ate and talked I discovered that the only thing more thrilling than dressing femininely was becoming accustomed to it.  The way my skirt swooshed at my calves, the way my almost bare legs rubbed together, and the way my loose women’s shirt felt against my body was all simply dreamy.  Even with my cage this was one of the most comfortable outfits I’d ever worn.  The more I felt it the more I felt that it wasn’t fair that boys weren’t allowed to dress like this without being looked at differently and judged differently.  But out here I didn’t have to worry about those looks and that judgment.  Here I could just be myself.  Looking good made me feel good which gets me even sillier and gigglier than usual, an energy that Winona picks up on and vibes with.  Needless to say everything about our meal was lovely.  Absolutely lovely.

As we’re cleaning up Winona asks.  “You wanna go for a walk?”

“Oh!”  I look down at myself.  “Like this?”

“Sure. Why not?”  She smiles.  “Nobody’s gonna see you.”  She grabs her prodigious denim clad bulge and gives it squeeze.  “And if we do have another peeping Briar it won’t be the only thing they see.”

I giggle.  “I’d l-like that.”

“Come on Sprout.”  Winona slips an arm around me and leads me to the door.  In my head I was just thinking how my sneakers clashed so badly with my pretty outfit when she gives those thoughts voice.  “Well that won’t do.  Hold on.”  I watch as she hurries to her closet and rummages to the very bottom of the bottom drawer.  She yanks free a pair of tan slippers squished together top to top.  As she peels them apart I could see the tan give way to vibrant bead work of blue, white, red, yellow and green.  As she walks closer I could now see they were made of leather.  “My old moccasins.  Unci made them for me.  Never had the heart to throw them out after I outgrew them.”

“You c-can’t throw these out!”  I gasp as I admire the intricate design of tiny glass beads sewn over the tops.  “They’re…b-beautiful!”

“Yeah.”  She smiles and hands them over.  “I think they might fit ya.”

I take the handcrafted shoes and feel the leather, supple along the sides and sturdy on the sole, and inside they were lined with pillowy white sheepskin.  But it was the incredible beads that made these a one of kind work of art.  “I c-can’t wear these!”

“The hell you can’t.”

“EEEEE!”  The next thing I knew I was off my feet and being twirled toward the loveseat.  Whump!  I land in the seat and before I could put any kind of protest Winona was on her knees in front of me.  She pulls my shoes from my feet and flings them off to the side.  Then she takes the moccasins one at a time and slips them onto my dainty tootsies like Cinderella’s prince with those glass slippers.  And just like in that old tale the shoes fit perfectly.  Winona runs a hand down my ankle and over the moccasin and looks up into my eyes.  “Looks good to me.”

“Me too.”  I wiggle my toes inside of the precious treasures.  They were so delightfully dainty, like more colorful and practical versions of ballet slippers or something, and soooo comfy!  “Thank you.”

She grins and bows to kiss my knee then gets to her feet and pulls me up to mine.  She turns to Brutus just before leave and jabs a warning finger his way.  “Behave!  And use the damn box!”  The snoozing kitten takes no notice of us.

We stroll from the suite then out the back door of the garage.  The setting sun casts long shadows out from the building and gilds the dark conifers running up the mountain slope in bronze.  The evening air was still warm from the afternoon but a slight hint of cool was just beginning to settle in.  “You want your jacket?”  She whispers.  I shake my head no and instead press myself harder against her side.  She rubs my arm then holds me tight to her as we slowly stroll along the rear of the new bays and storage containers.

“It’s really comin along.”  She says.

“Yeah.”  I say softly.

She nods off to the grassy field to the North.  “The plot came with a couple acres of land too.  That’s where I want to put my trailer or house or whatever when it’s possible.”

“Cool.”  I say.  “Be a n-nice p-place for a garden too.”

“Yeah.  It would.”  She squeezes me.  “Can’t wait to see what you do with it.”

“Oh!”  I smile and lay my head on her shoulder.  We walk in silence for a time.  The thick leather of the form fitting moccasin’s soles kept my foot perfectly protected from the pebbly ground yet I strode as silently as if I was barefoot.  The breeze wafts up my skirt and caresses my hosed legs, feeling amazing every single time.  As we approach the line of old cars Mama and her kittens beat a hasty retreat from the old Buick into the tall grass behind.

“I won’t bite!”  Winona calls after them.  We turn and start walking along the front of the jalopies.  “These ones are skittish, huh?”

“They’re wild.  They’re survivors.”  I say.  “Give them time.”

“Mmm.”

“Hey.”  I stop at the next car, a weathered and tireless white Acura.  “Is this th-the project car?”

“This is her.”  She says.  “You can’t tell but it hasn’t been here as long as the others.  Somebody must have ditched it here later.”

“Oh, um, I c-can’t remember.”  I cast my mind back.  I’d never really taken any notice to the line of old cars over the years but it wasn’t uncommon for unwanted vehicles, appliances, and the like to be abandoned around the island.  Since the bulk of our trash and recycling got shipped to the mainland it actually cost money to get rid of unwanted things.  “W-Wonder who l-left it?”

“Whatever.  Their loss is my gain.” She chuckles.  “Dad thinks its been out here in the sea air as long as the rest.  He he he.  And what Dad doesn’t know is gonna cost him a steak dinner.”

I giggle.  “You sneak!”

She kisses my head.  “Talk to your Grandpa yet?”

“Oh yeah!”  I say.  “C-Connection was real bad though.  W-We couldn’t talk long.”

“And how’s he doing?”

“Great.  He was f-f-fishin and um…yeah.”  I falter a second then continue.  “He was g-great.  He’s l-looking forward to meeting you.”

She tenses, every so slightly.  Had I not been so close to her I never would have sensed it.  “That goes double for me.  I know how much he means to you.”

“He’s b-back tomorrow morning.”  I say.  “M-Maybe we could see him after work?”

“Yes!  Yes!”  She turns to look at me.  “I want to make a good impression.”

“You will.”  I assure her.  “He g-gets along with everyone.  Just b-be yourself.”

“Who else would I be?”  She winks.  “Come on though.  Gimme something.  Gimme an ace in the hole.”

“Huh?”

“What’s he like?  What movies…books…I dunno, just what’s he into?”  She says, her nerves coming through in her energized tone.  She really wanted to make a good impression on my Grandpa…and it touched my heart to see it.  Because of his eccentricities people often treated him as something of a joke.  It was really nice to see someone pay him some respect.  “I really want to start on the right foot, ya know?”

“You r-really don’t have to worry.”  I say.  I knew as certainly as the sun would rise in the morning that Grandpa would love her no matter what she did, but after a moment’s thought I offer.  “You could b-bring him a present.”

“A present?”  She asks.  “Like what?”

“Anything!”  I laugh.  “Anything oddball.  The weirder the better.  You should s-see his p-place.  It’s amazing.”

“Hmm.”

“It doesn’t have to be worth anything.  Knick-knacks, mugs, a keyring, anything.  As cheezy as you l-like.”  I say.  “Oh!  Something from South D-Dakota would p-perfect.  He l-loves stuff from different places.”

Smiling and nodding she says.  “Yeah.  I think I can manage something.  Ha ha!  Yes.”

“N-Nothing too nice though!”  I insist.  “I’m s-serious.  It’s n-not about the cost.”

“I getcha.”  She says.  “Anything else?  Topics to avoid?  Politics?  Religion?  I know how elders can be.  Uf!  Unci makes me cringe so hard sometimes.”

“Um…I-I c-c-can’t r-really…think…of…um…”  Try as I might to avoid thinking about it, there was one forbidden topic.  The one thing I kept trying to not think about yet the one thing that kept returning to me again and again and again.  It hits me like a sledgehammer to the sternum.  My chest tightens and that sickening knot in my stomach begins to form.  “…ummm…”

“Sprout?”  Winona’s smile fades away, replaced by concern.  All her ‘Daddy’ swagger is gone in an instant leaving only the sensitive and caring woman who fell in love with me behind.  “What’s wrong?”

“Um.”  I turn my head away to hide my moistening eyes.

Gently she takes my cheek and turns me back to face her.  “Avery?  Talk to me?”

“Um.”  I swallow hard as the tears begin to cloud my vision.  I turn my head the other way.  When I do I see the rusted Buick behind which I’d poured my heart out earlier.  I didn’t want to cry.  I didn’t want to make Winona feel bad for me.  I didn’t want to spoil our lovely evening.  I still wanted to make love tonight!  But…sometimes things weren’t easy to hold inside.  Sometimes dark things needed to be brought into the light.  Sometimes at the worst times.  If I could talk to Mama, why not her?

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