“I hope you’re not coming down with it.”
“No. I think it’s because I’ve sat down in the same position for a long time. My body is protesting.”
The drive back to her place was uneventful. Entering her apartment, Fluffy was barking, and spinning around. Before she picked him up, Pixie was there. “I think this little guy is hungry.”
“Yeah, I’ll get him some food. I’ve already taken him for a walk.” Fluffy was house-trained, and only required small walking three times a day.
Leaving Fluffy with Pixie, she grabbed his empty bowl, washing it before putting some more food into it.
Pixie was dancing around with the dog in his arms, and Suzy paused, watching him. If someone had told her a year ago this would be her life, she’d have laughed at them. Pixie in her apartment, dancing with her dog seemed so out of place.
“He likes you.”
“Good. I like him.”
She laughed. Putting his bowl down, she watched as Pixie lowered Fluffy to the floor, and the dog ran toward his food.
“One hungry guy fed, how about you, big boy?” she asked.
“I’ll take some food.”
Entering the kitchen once again, she grabbed several pans, putting them on the stove. Chicken fettuccine alfredo it was. With Pixie watching her, she seasoned the chicken, searing it in the pan until lovely and golden. In another pot of water, she dumped the pasta.
Within twenty minutes, they were eating the creamy sauce.
“I’m pleased nothing bad happened to Chloe,” he said.
“You and me both.” She had noticed that when it came to Pixie’s feelings he was rather childlike in his approach. It was strange, but she imagined Pixie had never really talked about his feelings, or cared about it.
Once she finished with dinner, they did the dishes together, and then went to her bedroom. Without waiting for him to avert his gaze, she removed her clothes, dumping them in the laundry basket. Tomorrow was laundry day. It was Chloe’s turn, but Grace would do it. They didn’t have a washing machine in the apartment, so they always had to go downstairs to get their laundry done.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said. Entering her bathroom, she turned the shower on, giving it time to heat up. Standing beneath the spray, she tilted her head up, closing her eyes.
Seconds passed before she felt Pixie behind her. “You didn’t say I couldn’t join you.”
She smiled. “I figured you would. We want to save the environment, shower together.”
“I think that’s a good way to be.” He reached past her, taking the soap. She watched as he covered his hands, and then placed them on her body. He cupped her tits, massaging her nipples. “We can start here.” He ran his hands over her tits, pinching the hard buds, and stroking out any pain that he might have caused. “I love your tits. I love how big they are.”
“Pixie,” she said, moaning his name.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
He rinsed his hands and glided them down her body, going over her rounded stomach to rest between her thighs. He slid a finger between her folds, and this time he moaned. “You’re always so wet for me.”
“It’s how you make me feel.”
“I make you feel good, don’t I, baby?”
“Always.”
He slid a finger inside her, and she opened her thighs wide. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“First, you’re going to come all over my hand.”