My heart went out to Mia and it lifted me greatly to see her smiling again after such a rough topic. Remembering Heather’s words when I was deep in my feelings I ask her. “I’m a bit sweaty but, do you need a hug?”

  “Oh!” She peeps, taken off guard by my bold question.

  “It always helps me feel better after talking about my folks.”

  She bows her head, pauses then gives a little nod. “That would be nice, Sir.”

  “Come here then.”

  Getting up I walk around the table with my arms wide. Mia stands too but stays where she is, only turning into me at the st possible moment. Unlike her aunt who had this way of growing so that her hug enveloped me Mia shrinks smaller. She doesn’t hug me back, instead her arms are held tight to her torso with her hands tucked under her chin. Despite her closed up body nguage I can tell that she welcomed the embrace by the way she leaned into me as I wrapped my arms around her soft, slender body. While I wouldn’t trade Heather’s voluptuousness for anything in the world holding the lithe and petite Mia reminded me as to why I preferred smaller women in my former life. It was easy to feel strong and manly next to a woman like this. Slowly, reluctantly, she ys her head on my shoulder just like I did when I was in Heather’s arms. After just a second or two I can feel her tension ease.

  “It’s going to be okay, Mia.” I whisper as I give her a gentle squeeze.

  She lets out a long sigh and finally rexes. In the ten or so seconds of our embrace I can hear her sniffing against my neck. Heather’s words echo in my mind. ‘You are going to be extremely enticing to her. It’s natural for women like us.’ And feeling her against me she wasn’t the only one becoming enticed. Not wanting my gesture of support to come across as a come on I give her a final squeeze and let her go.

  With a trembling breath Mia steps back from me and straightens her gsses that had become fogged by her breath bouncing back off of my neck. She smooths her hair and then her dress over her small breasts, though neither needed smoothing, then without a word she sits back down again and stares at her books. After a few seconds she gnces up at me over her gsses then right back down again.

  “I needed that.” She says in a hushed voice. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Anytime.” I say, settling back in across from her. “And I mean that too. You ever need me you know where I’ll be.”

  With the most darling grin she nods. “Same for me. If you need me…for anything…um…”

  “Thank you, Mia.”

  She giggles then quickly busies herself with cleaning her gsses.

  After opening up and sharing some hurt, humor and hugs Mia becomes far more rexed with my presence. The bashful gnces and blushes continued but the energy had shifted entirely from anxiety to pyful shyness as the trust had grown. I sit a couple more minutes with her, keeping up a polite chat about the weather and how impressed I was by her pying and other generalities, but as pleasant as it was I found that I just could not sit still. Urges I’d never felt before compelled me into motion as the ‘worker bee’ impulsions I had been warned about began to kick in big time. While I searched the kitchen for anything that I might do for Heather, no matter how minor, and Mia opened some books to do some research for a paper that she was writing we continued our talk.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Mia.” I say, hiding my smile. This ‘Sir’ thing felt very strange to me but I couldn’t deny enjoying it on some level. To have a pretty call you Sir was a hell of a boost to the old male ego.

  “May I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.”

  “Um…what did you think when you first learned about Heather?” Mia asks. “Being different than other women I mean.”

  “Hm. Surprised. Curious. Mostly surprised.” I say while I go from cupboard to cupboard looking for something to do. On the second door I find a squeaky hinge and a loose screw, and I couldn’t have been happier. “A little turned on if I’m honest.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I’ll be right back.” Hurrying from the room I nab my screwdriver set and a couple other things that would help. Inside a minute I am back cleaning the hinges, all of them, with WD-40 before oiling them again with some 3-in-1. “I didn’t even know women like you all existed.”

  “Mmm.”

  Gncing over my shoulder I catch Mia staring at my ass instead of her books. The instant she realizes she’d be caught her eyes snap back back down the pages and her cheeks darken with a fresh blush. Fuck she was pretty! The blushing only accentuated her shy charm. After a moment she looks back up at me with a guilty grin and we both ugh. Turning back to my work I leave her to either study or watch me to her heart’s content, though I secretly hoped it was the tter.

  “You weren’t scared?”

  “Nah.” I say. “Definitely not scared. A bit intimidated maybe, but Heather just…makes me feel right. Ya know?”

  “No.” She says softly. “I don’t.”

  “You don’t?”

  “Not like you and Heather. I will once I find my own man to bond with.”

  “A girl as hot as you? You’ll find a guy eeeasy. Anytime you want.”

  “Oh!” She flusters. “Y-You think I’m…hot!?”

  “Pfff! You kidding me? Of course I do. Mia, you’re drop-dead gorgeous.”

  “Oh!” She squirms in her chair, beside herself with the compliment. “Y-You’re…gorgeous too, Sir.”

  “Ha! I wish, but thank you.” I say. “Any guys catch your eye so far at school?”

  She shakes her head. “It’s a women’s college.”

  “Oh. I didn’t even know those still existed.”

  “It’s…much easier for me.” She whispers. “Much easier.”

  “Oh yeah, I bet.” I say. “It’s really that hard being around guys, huh?”

  “Yes.” She says. “But I enjoy being near you, Sir. You’re different.”

  “I like you too, Mia.” I say warmly. “And hang in there. You’ll find your perfect man. I know you will.”

  “Mother says I must focus on my schooling and my music right now. She says I can’t be distracted by boys right now.”

  “That’s probably the smart thing.” I say. “But easier said than done.”

  “Oh?”

  “Heather and I didn’t mean this thing to happen between us, but it did.” I move from one cupboard door to the next, squirting and cleaning and lubricating. “Things happen when you least expect it.”

  “That’s so romantic.” She shrinks small in her chair, her hands gripping at her skirt. “I…never expected Heather to take a new man. An Angel. None of us did. But…here you are.”

  “She expected it least of all. Like I said, things happen.”

  I pause and let out low sigh. Turning back to the cupboards I hide my longing from Mia. This talk of Heather had my heart aching. She’d only been gone a couple hours and I was already missing her terribly. More and more I yearned to feel her petting me…stroking me…holding me…kissing me. I missed her body, her voice, her smile, even the way she smelled. It went beyond the emotional as well. I was actually having a physical reaction to her absence. A kind of horny ache had settled into my flesh, felt most keenly in my groin and ass. The bodily sensation wasn’t overpowering but it was there and steadily growing. I was surprised at how swiftly that I was feeling this ‘withdrawal’ from my Queen. How was I supposed to stay focused through a long day at work if I feeling like this already? I could be wrong but I suspected the combination of only being half cimed and Mia’s sexy presence were acting to hasten the effect. Fantasies swirled unbidden in my imagination of me greeting Heather when she got home already naked and erect for her. She’d be so happy to see me that she’d…she’d…ohhhhhh!

  “Hah.” I shake my head and force myself to refocus on the work.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Mia.” I startle as something touches my leg! “What the…!?”

  Kneeling on the floor beside me was Mia! She had her delicate hands resting gently on her knees with her dress spyed out around her like the petals of a flower. I leap back into the corner of the counters to put some distance between us but, on her hands and knees, Mia crawls to follow me. The next I knew I was cornered.

  “Mia! Why are you on the floor!?”

  She peeks up at me, but only for an instant, before embarrassment forces her to drop her eyes again. I could see in her face that she was deeply ashamed of herself, but that something more powerful had taken a grip on her. Swallowing hard she shifts closer and, with a hesitant hand, reaches out to touch my knee. Letting out a slow, soft breath she verrry lightly strokes the tips of her fingers up and down.

  “I can…help you, Sir.” Her huge green eyes settle on my crotch and the bulge that had appeared from my daydreaming about Heather. Letting out the strangest little whimper she suddenly grabs my knee. “Let me help you.”

  “Mia…!”

  “I want…to help you. I want to…touch you.” Every word was a struggle. “I want…to be…touched. I want to be touched!” Peering up at me, her emerald eyes wide and desperate, she pleads. “I want to be your good girl, Sir.”

  “G-Good girl!?”

  “Please let me help you.” She bats her pretty eyes. “Please?”

  As I stare down in shock Heather’s words from earlier once more return to me. ‘A girl her age…whoo! I remember what it was like.’ ‘Don’t think of her poorly. Be firm but…please be gentle.’