Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

True love really was the only word for it.

“I'm sorry I disappeared,” Becky said.

“Don't be. You are entitled to your own life. You're a nanny, not a servant.”

“Still, I really missed you. And Jess. I just love you both so much.”

“You what now?” I asked, having no idea she might feel the same.

“I love you. Both of you, which is why I have to leave.”

“Think I might need a map and a compass,” I said.

“What, why?”

“I'm lost again.”

“I'm trying to be serious here!” Becky protested.

“Okay, but why do you have to leave?” I asked.

“I'm afraid I've been thinking—”

“A dangerous pass-time.”

“I know. None the less, I've realized that you don't really need me anymore. You and Jess are really bonding, and you're going really well with her.”

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it.

“You're welcome. You've really changed for the better, Dean. I wasn't sure why at first. When you first came out of your room after—”

“My breakdown,” I said bluntly.

“I was trying to be more gentle than that.”

“No need, I can take it,” I said.

“I thought something was missing, and now I’ve seen what it was.”

“Enlighten me.”

Becky paused then. More than likely looking for the gentlest way to say it, even though it really just left me in suspense that much longer. “I want to say your demons, but that sounds a bit more metaphysical than I mean.”

“Sounds about right to me,” I said.

“You're not just saying that because we're naked together, are you?”

“It's certainly a factor, but my statement still stands. History will vindicate me.”

“Calm down Fidel, I just wanted to be sure.”

“You know who that is?” I asked a bit surprised.

“My mom is an old hippie. Of course, I know who Fidel Castro is. I had a Che T-shirt until I was eighteen.”

“Then what happened?”

“I went to college and even the teachers were wearing them. Most of them not even knowing who he was.”

“Like non-Catholics celebrating St. Patrick's day,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I was really only here to be the nanny and help with Jess. Then all this happened.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, of course not, but how long can it really go on? I have to think about the future. So, I've decided that when the lockdown is over, I'm going to apply to nursing school. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time. I gave a good shot at being a ballerina, more of a childhood dream than an actual career aspiration, but that's not going to happen anymore, and I'm no longer needed as a nanny. Which I honestly loved, but it is time to get serious and decide what I am going to do with the rest of my life.”

“And you have to leave to do that?” I asked, still confused.

“I won't be the nanny anymore.”

“So? Where is the school?” I asked.

“Here. In New York, I mean.”

“So, you could go to nursing school and live here?”

“Well yeah, but wouldn't that be weird. I mean, we’re not even a couple?”

“I seem to remember a lot of coupling,” I pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but I don't remember any sort of commitment or anything. For all I know, you could throw me over at any time.”

“Do you really think I would do that?” I asked.

Another long pause. I took some comfort in the fact that she was thinking about it before responding. “No.”

“Exactly. Listen, I can't promise you everything, but I can tell you this much. I love you, Becky, and I want you to stay. If you want to go to nursing school, I am more than ready to support you in that. I'll even pay your tuition if you want.”

“You don't have to.”

“But I want to, and I can. We need more nurses, and you could help a lot of people. I would consider it paying forward.”

“Well, yeah, that would be awesome, actually. It's costly.”

“I'm not surprised.”

“You really want me to stay?”

“Forever if possible.”

“I don't think it is, but we can give it a good try.”

Becky kissed me softly, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I returned her gentle affections, letting her know that they were very much mutual. Pulling away, she shifted onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

“Are you sure?” I asked, gently stroking her pussy.

“Yes, I-I trust you.”

After licking her gently to orgasm to help get her ready, I climbed slowly on top of her, the head of my very hard cock brushing against her wet pussy. Taking hold of myself, I eased myself into her, slipping inside inch by inch, feeling her tight little pussy stretch out in my wake. I got most of the way inside her before she let out a soft yelp.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, fuck me, baby.”

At her word, I did just that, fucking her to orgasm in just one of the positions we would go through on that oh so long night.