Conspiring further: Single dad and son’s babysitter keep exploring each other. (erotic coupling) By Norweger. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My next door neighbour Henning, father of Ella, my go-to babysitter if I had to run some errands - and, incidentally, since last week, also my mistress - leaned on the fence separating our back yards, friendly grin on his face. I left the lawnmower to its own devices and strolled over to him; Henning was a genuinely nice guy, and seeing as he wasn’t wielding a shotgun while yelling his lungs out at me, he was likely blissfully unaware of what Ella and I had spent an intense hour doing together a few days earlier. “Listen, bud - I just wanted to thank you for what you did for Ella here the other day,” he began as I drew near. I felt like someone had just released half a gallon of liquid nitrogen in my guts; WHAT? I hoped I still seemed rather calm outwardly, because my innards were in instant, violent turmoil. “I’ve no idea what you said to her, but when she went over to you guys to say goodnight to Thomas, she was in a rather foul mood - to the extent her mother suggested she leave it until next day, when she hopefully was in a better mood - some quarrel with her on-and-off-boyfriend, from what I gathered; but when she came back? All smiles, happy as can be and a joy to have in the house.” “Oh, that was nothing,” I half spoke, half squeaked, still trying to recover as the liquid nitrogen evaporated and released the violent grip on my stomach. “I just told her that being eighteen is a temporary state, and that she’ll soon find that she gets all sorts of new and interesting things to worry about as she grows older.” He shook his head, laughing. “Now, ain’t that the truth. Well, it worked, at any rate. Speaking of eighteen year olds, would you mind keeping an eye on our house this weekend? The missus and I are going to see her brother in Trondheim, and while Ella is the calm type. You know, suddenly someone crashes the party or whatever and things get out of hand. Are you okay with me telling her she can call you or come over if she needs any help?” My eagerness to be of service ought to have surprised him, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. Of course I’d be happy to help in any way I could, no worries - while the violent, cold pit which had recently been my guts was now filled with butterflies. Henning and Tove were going away for the weekend. Ella would be home alone. With any luck, she’d stay over - at the very least, we’d have several hours to wear each other out by enjoying that most enjoyable of pastimes. I could get used to the idea. Returning to the lawnmower, I found it had been,sigh, unable to get the job finished on its own, so I coaxed it back to work and got the job over with while sporting a massive erection daydreaming about what the weekend might have to offer. Someday soon, I had to get myself a robot lawnmower. Later that afternoon, just as junior and I were about to sit down for dinner - pancakes, at Thomas’ most persuasive request - there was a soft knock on the porch door; Ella stood outside, smiling and waving, and Thomas ran, screaming with joy, to the door to let her in. “Come, we’re having pancakes! Would you like some, Ella? You want some, don’t you! Come! Daddy just put one on my plate! Come!” Giggling at his enthusiasm, Ella strolled into the kitchen, returning with a plate and cutlery, then sitting down next to my kid and reaching for a pancake. Having dinner guests this housewarm certainly wasn’t much trouble! I’d been a little worried that I’d be acting differently when Ella was around after we’d had sex, but luckily, it turned out she was still the very same Ella she’d always been, adoring my son and being excellent company for the both of us, making it easy going to be around her, despite me knowing very well what she looked like in the nude. I had, gratefully, found that I was able to be around her without constantly undressing her in my mind. Thank God. “Thomas,” she began as she poured a little sugar on her pancake before rolling it up. “This weekend, I’ve got no plans at all, so I was wondering if I could perhaps borrow you for a few hours? We could go to the kindergarten playground, for instance, if it is OK with your dad?” He nodded vigorously. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Ella glanced over at me. I nodded. “That would be perfect, I need to tinker a little with the car sometime soon, so if you keep him entertained for an hour or three, I can get it done then…” Ella smiled. “That’s settled, then. Maybe I could even borrow your dad a little, too, huh?” He nodded again, eagerly. I instantly felt I went beet red; Ella noticed and threw me a quick, impish smile before putting a finger to her lips while Thomas resumed his attack on the pancake remains on his plate, indicating she wouldn’t pursue the matter further. With dinner taken care of - it never ceased to amaze me how a 35-pound kid could seemingly eat 10% of his body weight in a single meal, at least if that meal was pancakes. Thomas went outside to play lawn croquet with himself until us grown-ups had done the dishes. He’d made us promise we’d play him a round as soon as we were done, and if past experience was anything to go by, we’d be on the hook until we’d played a couple of games. “Mom and dad are going away this weekend, by the way!” Ella beamed as she put away the plates. “I trust you won’t mind if I happen to drop by, would you?” “Not at all. Your father has already recruited me to be on red alert in case your wild home alone party gets a bit out of hand, your water mains bursts, a meteor strikes or any other emergency.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, then giggled as she hoisted herself onto the countertop. “That’s so him. I’ve never, like, ever; had more than two or three friends, tops, visiting at a time, yet he’s been convinced ever since I was 13 or something that the first home alone-house wreaking has been just around the corner. You know, of the ‘driving a scooter indoors, turning the upstairs bathroom into a swimming pool’ variety.” She paused for an instant, turning to look out the window over the sink. “Which I almost take as an insult, seeing as I’ve been about as much trouble as a nun would’ve been. I never really got around to any teenage rebellion!” She giggled. “The only un-nunesque activity I engage in is sleeping with our twice-my-age neighbour. Of which, I might add, my father’s got no clue.” I flushed deep red again, but joined her in laughing at her comment. “That you do. By the way, and please do not take this as a criticism, but; I really do think it would be best if you, or I, for that matter, didn’t drop any hints like during dinner, no matter how opaque they may be. I’m not concerned that Thomas will understand what’s being implied, rather that he’d notice me acting funny or something; it’s amazing how good he is at sensing my mood.” She nodded in agreement, suddenly serious. “The thought struck me, just as I’d said it,” she said softly. Easing herself off the countertop, then pouring herself a glass of water, she turned to face me. “But seeing as we’re on the topic - what… Well, what should we do if, God forbid, he’s suddenly standing in the doorway, wondering what we’re doing with each other?” I sighed, glancing out at the free-form lawn croquet game being conducted in between our two apple trees. “I’ve been thinking of that, too. I even considered whether we had better only, ah, do it while he’s out of the house, be it in kindergarten, at his grandparents.” Ella nodded, then filled in the conclusion I’d arrived at, too; “but him being away would kind make it odd that I was hanging around here, wouldn’t it?” “Exactly.” I provided my best imitation of a gallic shrug, then turning on the stove to prepare a couple of espressos before heading out. “I eventually convinced myself it’d be safe in the evenings, though. He sleeps like a rock, hell, the other day one of our smoke detectors threw a fit in the middle of the night, and once I’d killed it I went to his room to soothe him, only to find him asleep.” I paused while grinding the coffee; one of the luxuries I indulged in was good coffee, so a grinder which wouldn’t look out of place at a barista’s had a prominent place on the countertop, but it sounded almost like a jet during its takeoff run while it did its thing, so any conversation was futile. Luckily, it did its thing quickly. “Also, he hardly ever wakes up during the night. Since Tania left, well, since he’d gotten used to it just being the two of us. It has only been one single time he’s come to my room in the night, and fifteen seconds later, he proceeded to puke all over the bed, poor thing.” I tamped the coffee, assembled the kettle and put it on the stove. “Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying that once he’s asleep, he’s lost to this world, at least as long as he’s feeling well. I’d put the odds at his surprising us somewhere between nil and zilch.” I smiled briefly as a memory from a couple of years ago popped into my mind. “Besides, I think he’s still so young he wouldn’t connect the dots, panic or anything. He walked in on me and Tania once while we were at it, and his only concern was that we had to make room for him so that he could sleep there. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t wonder why ‘auntie’ Ella slept here, of course; but I don’t think we’d traumatize him or anything. The big question, of course, is whether he’d mention it to anyone, and if he did, whether they’d take him at his word or just put it down to some misinterpretation.” Ella gazed out the window again; judging from the muffled cries of joy coming in from the outside, the croquet game was going rather well. Just as I poured her a cup, she shrugged. “Let’s just leave it at that, shall we? That is, not make it an issue until, well, it is one?” I nodded. “I think; Well, yes. Let’s not overthink it. In the unlikely event he does see us, I think we’ll need to handle it on the fly, it sure will depend on how he reacts.” I didn’t tell her, but I had pondered the subject time and time again. After but a single tryst, I found myself wanting more. Much more. Consequences be damned. I’d save my regrets for when, well, if the shit ever hit the fan and we were outed, hoping that day would never come. Sipping the strong, black coffee, I gazed at the kid we were about to join in a minute, smiling. “He’s still young enough that he probably, hopefully, even hasn’t given much thought to the fact that there are some things you’d better not tell others about.” I glanced over at her, throwing her a quick smile before returning my attention to Thomas outside, then continued. “I don’t think he could be counted on, well, make that 'be expected to’, he’s simply too young for it to be fair to expect him to keep a secret. He’d probably try if I asked him to, but of course, if one of the other kids mention he walked in on his parents the other night, and they were doing things together, on the bed. Well, he’d be as likely as not to say 'Oh, daddy and Ella does that, too!’ We’ll just have to hope it never happens.” Ella raised the tiny cup in a mock toast. “Here’s to that.” She giggled. “Lover.” Putting the cup down, she wasted no time heading for the door, easing her feet into her flipflops and heading down to challenge Thomas. After putting the cups in the sink and cleaning out the espresso kettle, I, too, joined them. Being a bit late to the party, I took a moment to enjoy the sight - while Ella had a number of talents, the one I probably admired most was her almost uncanny ability to connect with children; I still caught myself occasionally treating any kid, not just my own, like a small adult, becoming frustrated when they didn’t act like reasonable adults, for instance if new rules were both created and dismissed with wild abandon during a game. Ella? She leaped around the lawn, following Thomas as best she could as they both knocked their croquet balls around what passed for my garden in a seemingly random fashion, amid hoots and cries of laughter. I shook my head, realizing in some ways, perhaps even in many, she probably would make for a better parent than I ever did, before brushing the thought aside. It did sting a little, though. Just then, Thomas veered off behind a blackcurrant bush, deciding it was a wonderful place to hide. Ella knocked her ball towards me, then came strolling over, glancing over at the giggling blackcurrant bush. “I wonder where Thomas went?” she said aloud before lowering her voice as she approached me. “On the sleeping here topic,” she began, smiling faintly as if the mere mention made her relive the first time she did so. It sure made me relive some highlights. I strained to shed the thought and pay attention to what she was saying instead. “I can probably improve our odds a little, should he ever mention anywhere that he saw me in bed or something. I occasionally doze off on the sofa. I say I am tired after a long day of school and part-time work, my parents suggest maybe I spend too much time in front of my Macbook in the evenings.” I returned her gaze, quizzically, but with a fair idea where she was heading. “I’ll just mention once or twice that I did that at your place, too; dozing off while trying to get Thomas to sleep, on the sofa while just sitting there, waiting to see if he was really asleep; something like that. With any luck, if he says he saw me in bed, lying, sleeping whatever at your place, then at least my parents ought to, well, believe that’s what he means.” She giggled, throwing me another rather impish smile. “Besides, I am sure they’d much rather believe that’s what he meant, that I fell asleep while putting him to bed, rather than assuming their precious only daughter was having her pussy eaten out by Thomas’ dad or something. I so expect you to do that to me again sometime soon, by the way.” With that, she turned away and started looking for Thomas, expertly avoiding the bush he was hiding behind while thoroughly exploring every other part of the garden lot. I? I was left dumbfounded, painfully erect, before gathering myself and joining in on the search for the mysteriously disappeared four-year old. My mind was racing, though. I desperately hoped we’d never have to put any deception plan into play. I had done the rounds with myself and whatever moral compass I might possess and come to the conclusion that our; Well, I couldn’t yet bring myself to call it a relationship, perhaps rather a mutual understanding at this point, that our mutual understanding was fully above board, despite the age difference. Not only was Ella of legal age, it had also been quite clear that she’d thought this over, and she didn’t appear to have any secret crush on me which made sex seem a price she’d be willing to pay to be near me, I had to stifle a laugh at the thought- she’d entered into this as a consenting adult, albeit a young one and as long as we both found it enjoyable, what did the world need to care? Except, of course, the world would care. With all sorts of possible consequences, if not legal ones. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to do the sensible thing, gently suggesting to Ella that perhaps we’d better leave well enough alone and end our understanding before it became the talk of the town. I had already become way too thrilled at the promise of the pleasure to be had, as long as we kept this up. I sighed, then 'accidentally’ found Thomas just as he was about to lose interest in the hiding game. The ensuing round of croquet was by no means the best I’d ever played, but it sure was the funniest, with both Ella, Thomas and I in a brilliant mood. I even, much to my relief and surprise, found that the fun had driven my mind from the thought of eating Ella out, causing my hard-on to subside. As afternoon turned to evening, we eventually had to move back indoors; it was a tired, but content little kid who had a couple of slices of bread with jam for supper, then had his favourite babysitter bar none put him to bed. I considered myself very lucky; while the two of us generally had a very good time together, I was grateful he got to spend a little time with other grown-ups. Particularly Ella; one thing, of course, being that he adored the hell out of her, but additionally, she; I remembered her words on the porch last week, that she felt he was a little hers, too, in a way. She was right. She was the closest he came to a mother figure for the time being, which, undoubtedly, was part of the reason he adored her so. Not that the circumstances lessened Ella’s part in him being so fond of her, mind. I smiled as the soft murmur of voices from his bedroom became more and more muffled as he gave up his quest to stay awake. Another few minutes later, just as the sun dipped below the horizon at a quarter past eight, Ella returned to the living room. “Deed done”, she smiled. “Now that was one tired, happy camper.” I smiled. “No wonder, that - getting up at oh six early to get to kindergarten before I head for work, then charging his batteries on a metric shitload of pancakes before spending hours playing lawn croquet cum hide-and-seek cum Calvinball, before being put to bed by a beautiful redhead. What’s not to like?” Ella giggled and sat down at the far end of the sofa, sending me a sly smile. “Funny you should mention that.” Stretching out, she purred like a cat most pleased with itself. “This beautiful redhead wonders when you’re going to do that thing with your tongue to her again.” I swallowed. I’d hoped she might suggest we do a repeat performance tonight. I nodded, eagerly. “Will 'now’ fit said beautiful redhead’s schedule?” I asked, quite proud to keep a steady voice as seemingly all the blood left my head, racing for my loins, leaving me feeling light-headed in the process. Winking, Ella threw a quick glance around her to make sure the curtains were drawn, then undid the button and started wiggling out of her jeans. “How soon is now?” she giggled, making me smile at the Smiths reference; I knew her mother, Elin, was quite passionate about The Smiths. Apparently, some of her good taste had rubbed off on her daughter, too. Seconds later, Ella sat there, still with her black tee on, but naked from the waist down. She didn’t need to beckon me to her; I eagerly got up, crossed the space between us in two long strides and knelt between her legs, gently pushing them apart, her thick, full tuft of red hair right in front of me. I glanced up at her, meeting her quite expectant gaze. “Please do it,” she said in a quiet voice. “Ever since last time, I;” She smiled faintly, as if in disbelief. “Ever since last time, I haven’t; Well, masturbating still feels good, doubly so if I do it while reliving our first time, but as I now know how good this can be.” I smiled and winked at her, fully understanding the feeling; I, too, had been reminded quite forcefully how incredible it felt to have passionate sex with someone beside myself. I dived in, a squeal of delight coming from Ella as my tongue probed her, forcing her pubic hair aside in search of that holiest of holies between her thighs. I struck gold. Ella eagerly edged herself forward, thrusting her sex into my face. Not that I complained, mind. I loved going down on a woman. The arousing scent, being so close to the action, the immediate feedback, what was there not to like? Playfully probing her with my tongue, I felt her place her hand over the back of my head, pushing me closer. Okay. Have it your way, I thought. Burying my face in her, pressing my nose against her clit, I pushed my tongue deeper, lapping up her juices. She whimpered and pushed me closer still; I picked up the pace a little, then did my best to come up for air. I licked my index finger, then dove back in, letting my tongue tickle her clit hood as my index finger slid inside her, getting a guttural moan from above for my trouble; Ella had placed her legs over my back, thighs keeping my head in a vise grip just where she wanted it to be. I slowly started fingering her while closing my lips over her clit, gently, very gently sucking, then just holding still. Ella impatiently bucked towards my face. The tip of my tongue darted to her now exposed clit. Squeals of delight. I paused. Muffled words from far, far away, they sounded like “Stop being such a fucking tease!” Okay. I returned my attention to her most sensitive spot. New squeals, and the hand at the back of my head tugged at my hair, pulling me closer. I fingered her faster, deeper. She was so snug, so incredibly snug. How I longed to be in her again. Ella was approaching orgasm, and, while I was concerned maybe I was overdoing it, it seemed she liked the intense stimulation, so I just kept lapping away like mad, tongue frantically tickling her clit. Seconds later, her thighs shook as she raised her ass from the sofa, pushing herself up in a bridge, cumming against my face, before she collapsed back onto the grey cushion, utterly spent. I stopped, pulled back a little and let her return to her senses at her own pace. After a few seconds, she lifted her legs off me, still trembling a little. I got up and sat myself down facing her, letting her come to before talking to her. “So, happy?” I inquired. A lazy smile spread across her face. “If you really need to ask me that,”  she laughs. She sat up, still smiling. “I had better go back real soon,” Ella said, glancing at the wall clock now claiming 9PM was mere minutes away. “But first; Uhm, first let me say I am not sure I will go through with it, but I’d hate to not even have tried; would you like me to try to return the favour?” If I’d like her to blow me? I didn’t need long to ponder that question. “Sure thing, but only if you’re curious and think you may like it”, I hurriedly replied. “After all, it would be hard to enjoy it if I suspected you were doing it only, uh, out of a sense of duty, having to return the favour or something. Make no mistake about it, I absolutely love going down on you - but if blowing me isn’t your cup of tea, you still make me very, very happy without doing so.” “Mom always told me 'How can you possibly know you don’t like it, you haven’t even tasted it yet!’, so I guess I had better try at least once!” she giggled. “Let’s try. I promise you I will not say “Yuck” or anything.“ With that, she motioned closer, kneeling in front of me, grinning broadly at me while tugging at my belt. She deftly undid the buckle and went to work on the buttons in my fly, soon having me lift my ass off the cushion for an instant so that she could pull down my jeans. With those out of the way, she eagerly pulled down my briefs and with a triumphant “Hah!” reached for my cock. I sat back, bracing myself. Ella moved closer, steadying herself with her left hand while wrapping the right around my shaft, giving me a couple of lazy strokes as she studied my cock up close; I could feel her warm breath on my glans. It felt wonderful. Glancing up at me, she smiled her most mischievous grin and, sticking out her tongue, dipped her head forward and cautiously touched my glans with the tip of her tongue, tickling me for a second before drawing back. She giggled. “Okay, that didn’t feel at all like I expected”, she smiled. “I’d figured it’d, like, taste more.” My no doubt pleading stare made her laugh. “No worries, lover.” Her tongue shot out again, swirling around my purplish head, coating it with saliva. So softly, so tenderly I almost wondered if I imagined the whole thing. She leaned closer, licked her lips, then rested them against the head. Her tongue tickled me. I groaned. She pulled back, grinning. “So, good, huh?” I nodded. “Absolutely. Just proceed at your own pace, I’m not going anywhere.” Her giggle developed into a laugh, which she muted by biting her hand. “I’m sorry,” she said after collecting herself. “I suddenly had this picture in my head of you walking off for whatever reason, and it so crashed with, hum, what I’d expected you to do.” Her tongue tickled me for an instant before she looked up and grinned at me. “So, I’m not doing too bad, am I?” If someone’s got their hand on one’s cock and their teeth only an inch away, one had better think it through thoroughly before voicing any criticism. Not that I had any, I loved the feel of Ella slowly, deliberately figuring out how to give a blowjob, and I told her as much. “No, most definitely not; Just keep at it, as long as you keep your teeth out of it, I don’t think you can do anything I wouldn’t love.” Playfully, she closed her mouth, teeth clacking together. I winced at the thought of how that would have felt had my cock been between her jaws, and it must have shown. She laughed again, her hand giving me a couple of good strokes. “You should’ve seen yourself!”, she giggled, before letting her lips rest against my glans once more, tongue twirling over it, probing, tickling that most sensitive spot on the underside - I was in heaven. Another groan. “So,” she murmured, seemingly to herself as much as to me. “I’m supposed to suck it, eventually, right?” I grinned, trying to decide for myself whether she was just playing me or sincerely wondered what was next. “Oh, just do whatever you please, as long as gnawing at it is not part of it. But yes, it would feel wonderful if you sucked at it; not too hard, I might add.” She nodded, then let her tongue slide up the underside of my shaft before closing her lips over the head, gently sucking, then letting her lips slide down a little, taking the whole of my glans in, sucking gently. My hands rested on her shoulders, and I squeezed them softly in approval. Her tongue twirled over my most sensitive parts, soon here, soon there, and there was nothing for me to do but to try to hold back for as long as possible. Speaking of which. I moaned softly, raising a hand to stroke her hair as she blew me. “Listen, Ella, I’m going to give you a warning before I cum, right? Just pull off of me then if you don’t want to swallow, Okay?” A nod and intensified efforts were the only response; she was getting into this, now. Slowly, ever so slowly did she work herself down my shaft, stroking me as she did so. “Uh, Ella, I’m close, very close”, I grunted through clenched teeth. Seconds to go at most. Her tongue gave my glans a last twirl, then she pulled off of me, a string of saliva and pre-cum reaching from my twitching cock to her mouth; she gave my shaft a quick tug, and I erupted. Violently. Ella found that orgasms don’t come with an 'off’ switch - as the first spurt of cum shot from me, I heard her squeal, the sound coming from far, far away; “Wait, where”, her words cut off when the first spurt landed God knows where, her firm grip around my throbbing member getting firmer still, her yanking at my cock, trying to direct the eruption in a harmless direction; Bliss. I kept cumming and cumming, lost to this world for a few seconds while all was just pure, concentrated pleasure. As my orgasm ebbed out, I became aware she was laughing, a good-natured laugh suggesting she found the whole situation hilarious, that is. I opened my eyes and noticed what a mess we’d made; her tee wouldn’t have looked out of place at a Jackson Pollock exhibit, spattered in cum streaks as it was; a spurt - presumably the first one - had hit her cheek, a drop of cum hanging like a pearl earring from her earlobe. She grinned at me. “Wow, look what I’ve done!” she exclaimed between bursts of laughter. “I hope you’ve got a black tee I can borrow,” she said. “Coming back home wearing this will be, uh, interesting.” “Emhem. But first;” I reached out, catching the drop of cum on her ear. “There’s a little on your cheek, too, I’m afraid”, I smiled. She laughed, exclaiming that she was very much aware. “At first, I thought I was going to catch it full on right in my face. Fuck, I guess I should have seen it coming, if you’ll pardon the pun. It struck me just as you cried that you were cumming that, uh, there was no place to put it.” She dipped a finger in a streak having landed across her chest, touching it to her tongue, grimacing slightly. “Not quite to my liking, but perhaps if I swallow direct, I won’t notice the taste too much,” she giggled. “Besides, when I finally tasted something and still didn’t like it, mom said that I had to try several times before I got used to the taste. You ought to thank her next time you see her.” Getting up, I motioned for her to get up, as well. Once she was on her feet, I lifted the tee over her head, careful not to get any cum in her hair. With the stained garment safely taken off, I used it to wipe the remaining cum off her cheek, proud that I managed to do so without giving second thought to the fact that she was suddenly stark naked, her jeans and undies still in a heap at the other end of the sofa where I’d been going down on her. When she was cleaned up, I took a moment to admire her, before suggesting she take go get herself cleaned up in the bathroom while I went searching for something not looking too out of place on an eighteen year old. I then proceeded to almost fall flat on my face, trying to head for the storage room in the basement without thinking to pull up my jeans and undies first. Another burst of giggles from Ella, who shot out an arm to steady me and suggested I get either dressed or naked before trying to go anywhere. I went with getting dressed, sheepishly pulling up my briefs, slipping my now limp cock inside, then pulling on the jeans and heading for the stairs. “We’ve got a box of clothes Tania left behind somewhere in the storage”, I said over my shoulder as I headed away. “They’ll be a bit loose-fitting on you, but not outrageously so like any of my shirts would be.” Down in the storage, I fought my way past our skis, a toboggan and all sorts of winter clothing having just been tossed in there the moment spring had arrived, until I stood in front of the shelves at the back of the room, right next to the water heater. Luckily, I had labelled all the boxes, so it didn’t take long to locate a box with 'Clothes. Not mine.’ written on it. I sighed. I must have been quite upset while stowing them away, having not even brought myself to writing her name. Oh well. Opening the top flaps, I dove in and soon had a couple of dark, plain tees which ought to do the job. Coming back up, I found Ella, dressed waist down, typing away at her cell phone. “Just updating my status on Facebook,” she giggled. “No, not really. Catherine had messaged me while we, uh, had fun, wondering what I was doing and if she could come join me, as she was bored stiff.” She giggled again. “I’m just telling her I put Thomas to bed, then dozed off in the wing chair in his room, but that I will be home in five minutes.” As she reached for the tees I handed her, she nodded to the tee she’d been wearing as she came here, lying in a heap on the floor. “Uh, would you be an angel and throw that in your laundry? I really wouldn’t want to bring it back home, only to have my parents catch a whiff of your; Hum, appreciation of my efforts.” Softly laughing, I picked up the soiled garment and took my chances giving her a hug as she’d pulled on the new tee and got ready to leave. I got a quick peck on the cheek, then Ella paced over to the porch door, turning in the doorway to state that she was already looking forward to next time. As was I. I went to the bathroom to destroy the evidence that I’d just been a very happy man indeed. That done, I figured it was time for a beer and an album. Minutes later, The Stone Roses spun on the platter as I sat down to just enjoy the last waking hour of my day. To be continued. By Norweger for Literotica