“Shall we head back?” I ask. “Lunch? I’ve got some yummy salami that would make for a great Italian hero.”
She smiles and then sighs.
“Thank you, Ed. I can’t seem to stop saying it because I’m so grateful to you.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to the crown of her head. It feels natural, and Susie actually leans forward into my embrace.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. It’s my pleasure. Now let’s go before my toes freeze!”
Then, I take her hand in mine and we begin strolling back to the apartment. It should be weird to be embracing like this, I suppose. After all, I’m a man in his 40’s holding the hand of a college girl. Yet it doesn’t feel strange at all, and in fact, it feels utterly right with Susie’s small palm enveloped safely in mine.
7
Ed
I wait on the couch while Susie finishes up in the shower. Over the last week, we’ve fallen into an easy routine and it’s nice actually. I work at EarthMatters during the day as Susie putters about upstairs. She does a myriad of things, including tidying up the apartment, buying groceries and doing a bit of laundry, as well as continuing her hunt for housing. But I think we both know she won’t find anything in the next two weeks because at this point, it’s pretty ludicrous for her even to look. She’ll move in, and then move out, all within a span of days.
So yes, the pretty girl is still with me, and I like it actually. Most days, when I step into the door, she’s got dinner on the table, and it turns out that she’s an amazing cook. But today, she went for a run and as a result, I’m waiting for her to come out of the bathroom before I head in for a quick wash-up myself.
The shower turns off and within moments, Susie emerges with just a threadbare towel clinging to those luscious curves. “All yours!” she says with a smile before disappearing into my room.
Oh fuck, did I just see that? But the image of big breasts poking out behind the fabric, as well as thick thighs and a waggling bottom have made me aroused, and with another groan, I slip into the bathroom for a shower. The image of the gorgeous girl, luscious, pink and wet, floats in my mind’s eye and I give myself a handy, spraying my seed all over the stall walls with a choked groan. Hopefully she didn’t hear seeing that I managed to keep it down, but something tells me she knows.
But when I step out, I pretend like everything’s normal, and the pretty girl shoots me a smile from where she’s standing in front of the stove.
“Everything good?” she asks innocently.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt. “I just needed to get clean.”
Susie smiles mysteriously again, and then goes back to the stove. I’ve been reaping the benefits of her skills, and may even have gained ten pounds over the last week with all her amazing food.
“So how was work today?” she asks in an innocent tone.
I grunt, seating myself at the breakfast table.
“It was okay. Nothing unusual to report. Any luck on the housing front?”
She frowns a bit.
“Not really, but you know I’m looking for a part-time job too, right? I have a few interviews lined up, and hopefully I’ll get something flexible that I can keep during the semester. I never want to be in this same position again.”
I nod.
“I know because Nanette kind of bailed on you. But I think it’s worked out alright, don’t you?”
She shoots me another grateful smile while stirring something.
“Yes, definitely,” she murmurs, those cheeks going pink. “It’s worked out wonderfully.” A sizzle of attraction arcs through the air, and I grin.
“So what’s for dinner, sweet girl?” I ask. She brightens.
“I made curry. Oh wait, do you like Indian?” she asks in a worried voice. “I hope you like it but I know not everyone does.”
“I love Indian food,” I growl. “Especially given the smells right now.”
She lights up. “Oh, this? It’s just some chicken tikka masala. But go ahead and sit and I’ll bring it over.”
Soon, we’re both at the table with a veritable feast steaming between us.
“Holy shit, baby. This looks amazing. What do we have?”
Susie nods with excitement.
“Well, there’s the chicken tikka masala, as well as some saag paneer and basmati rice. Oh, and I made gajar halwa for dessert. It’s a yummy carrot pudding that you’ll love.”
I nod while helping myself to the rice.
“I can’t say I’ve had it before, but it sounds great. Sounds healthy too, seeing that it’s made of carrots.”
She giggles.
“Well, there’s a lot of sugar in it, so it’s not that healthy.”
Then, we dig in and the conversation meanders comfortably. Come to think of it, this is often the best part of my day now. I love spending time with the beautiful girl and seeing her across from me at the dinner table. Plus, the food really is incredible and I grin at Susie.