Bad things she says. But bad had never felt so good. I hold Heather’s gaze as each of grapple with the sudden ge iuation.

  With my heart id bare I felt lighter in mind and spirit. While my words might turn out to be the first step iher and I parting ways I could already feel that, in the end, they were words I would nret. I would rather take the sharp barb of hoy to the corrosive burn of living a lie. I had wallowed for far too long in simply existing, it was time to really live! The past few days had been a revetion. I’d caught a glimpse of a life worth pursuing. Ohat included Heather and her quirky family, and not simply as roommate with bes. Heather was right that out there in the ‘normal’ world I could find love and kinship, but here I could be a prince! And not just any prince, HER prince! And that was a dream worth fighting for.

  “Hey, how about those tacos?” I pat Heather’s knee. “I don’t know about you but those samples just stirred up my appetite.”

  “I think that’s the idea.” She says, still looking at me like an enigma ed in a taboo. “Where do we go from here?”

  “The kit?” I shrug.

  She ughs softly. “As good a pce as any I suppose.”

  Exiting the car we walk around to the back. Just before opening the rear dnce left and right, from one neighbor’s feo the other, then peer back around to look forward to Heather’s back fence. All the while, in my mind’s eye, I am seeing pieces of lumber like those I’d worked with all day start to take shape.

  “What’s up?” Heather asks.

  “You know…it would be so easy to roof this area over.” I say. “With the feo work from…yeah. Set in a couple posts, an easy frame, I don’t think the roof would be any challenge. Could probably grab most of the stuff at the recycle store. It wouldn’t be a garage and it wouldn’t be the prettiest thing, but it would keep the rain off. Hm.”

  Heather’s left brow lifts. “Are you going to build me a carport, Elliot?”

  I look over at her with a grin as I lift the rear door. “Are you tellio build you a carport, Heather?”

  “If I am?”

  “Then I guess I’m building you a carport, Ma’am.” I wink.

  “You’re in a sassy mood tonight.” She ughs and pinches my belly.

  I chuckle and start to gather the boxes of groceries. The loads we carry are extremely lopsided with me piling a couple of boxes as high as I could manage leaving her with just one small bag to carry herself.

  “Let me take one of those.” She says as I stagger baearly bug uhe weight of my load. “Elliot! Yoing to hurt yourself.”

  “I got it.” I grunt. “No…rm…problem. If you could just…nff…get the doors.”

  “You are such a man.” She rolls her eyes, but she also smiles. Though she might deny it she enjoyed my show of old-fashioned galntry. She shuts the car door and leads the way through the gate with the finicky tch, through the yard, and around to the front door. “Oh! I gave you my keys.” She turns bae.

  “Huh? Oh, yeah.” I say, my arms begin to tremble as I look around for somewhere to put the groceries. Before I could set them down however Heather was at my side with a very funny look in her eyes.

  “I’ll get them.” She says, before plunging her free hand into the right hand pocket of my jeans! “Let’s see. Where are they?” Her hand twists and turns over and around my phoil the hing I knew she had my knob pinched gently between thumb and index finger.

  “Hrm!”

  “Oh, what’s this now?” She gives my dick a soft squeeze. “Hmm.” With just the tips of her finger and thumb she massages my teip.

  “Um.” I look over at Ms. Hancock’s house then gnce back toward the park, finding nobody looking thankfully. “You…” I peep, before clearing my throat and saying in a lower tone. “You find it?”

  “He he he.”

  “Um…”

  “Why, Elliot. You’re shaking.” Rub, rub, rub, rub. “You o me take one of the boxes?”

  “Nope! Ahem!” Redoubling my effort and steady the heavy load of groceries.

  “Hmmm, whatever it it is…” Rub, rub, rub, rub. In a repetitive ping massage Heather tio tease my cock. “…it’s getting bigger! Goodness!” Despite my best efforts my arms are trembling agai I didn’t move a muscle. “Hmmm. No. Definitely not keys. Must be iher pocket.” I let out as gasp as she pulls her hand out of my pocket. She steps behio slide her fingers down into my back pocket. Groping my ass she says. “Mmmm. Not here.” Of course she cops a feel of my other cheek as well iher back pocket before reag around to slip her hand into my other front pocket. “Here they are!” She pulls the jangling keys from my pocket and shakes high in the air. With a teasing wink she nods over at my right pocket and quips. “Might want to get some i that swelling.”

  “Whose sassy now?” I mutter just loud enough for her to hear.

  She titters. With an exaggerated and being sway of her wide round hips she strides to the front door and opens it…without a sed to spare! The moment she was through I scurry up the steps and into the house, bolting straight for the dining table without even taking my shoes on. Just a moment before my strength gives pletely I set the groceries down, rather more heavily than I meant to.

  “Whoo!”

  “I told you I’d carry some.” She glides up behind me, groping my pecs then taking my arms in her hands to grip my fatigued biceps. “Such a strong young man!”

  “It was no problem.” I fib. “No problem at all.” She ughs then nuzzles into my neck for a kiss. “Hah!” I gasp at her touch against that tender flesh.

  ing her arms around me so that my arms were kept pio my sides she nuzzles and smells and treats me to another hungry kiss. “What am I going to do with you now?”

  “Keep me?”

  “Heh! Tempting. So tempting.”

  “I uand the itment and…I’m ready for it.”

  “You uand the itment.” She s “But I’m not sure that you appreciate the demands.”

  “Demands?”

  “You know of my…desire. You know how much I want you. How much I yearn for you, Elliot.” As she says this her bulge presses hard into my ass. “ you handle a woman like me? Could you…keep up with my appetite?”

  “I ! I could!”

  “So young and vibrant and…virile.” Burying her nose in my hair she takes deep inhale. “Ohhhh.” She let out a long breath and whispers. “But…”

  “But?”

  “You saw st night what I would want from you. Remember?” Her warm breath washes ay ear as the image of her pounding down into the imaginary Elliot fshes through my mind. Hugging me harder she rubs her cock up the cray ass. “But you’ve also told me that you do not enjoy anal love. I could enjoy you for a lifetime without it, I could LOVE you with every oune, but…mmm…on some level I would be left wanting. Sexually.”

  “Um…”

  “Shhhh.” She nibbles my ear, sending tingles c down my o make the gooseflesh rise. “And what if we do decided to share you? Hm? To make you a prin angel…our family…honey hole. The others would be most…disappoi your limitations.”

  “I-I-I…”

  “Shhhhhhh.” She kisses my cheek. “In the end it is about you and me, handsome. You and me. You’ve spoken your heart and brought us to a point where choices ot be avoided or put off. But you’ve made a choice without fully sidering all of the sequences, I fear. And I have yet to make my decision. Do I keep my perfect, beautiful boy forever…or let him go free to enjoy a normal life? I know what my heart wants but…I o think about this. I o e to terms to what it would mean, for both of us. I o speak with the family again. And YOU o take some time to think with this…” She pats taps my temple. “…and not this…” She rubs my heart. “…and definitely not this.” Grabbing my junk in a full handed grasp she gives me a tight squeeze!

  “Eeep!”

  “Heh, heh, heh. Still swelling I see.” After another smooy cheek she whispers. “Let’s enjoy each other this weekend and see where it takes us, my sweet. It could be our st time together. By Monday you will either be mine or finding a new pce to live.”

  I swallow hard and nod. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Good boy.”