I came home from work Friday night and to my surprise her car was in the driveway.
Knowing her mom was also home, and to not appear to anxious, I walked into my part of the house, seperate from the in-law suite.
Carefully putting my bag down trying not to run next door (the areas are connected through the shared kitchen), I paced myself. I tried to not bang my way through the dinning room, down the hall, then making some noise in the kitchen trying to stall, I went over.
“Hi. Isn’t Kelly here? Her car is outside.”
“Yeah, isn’t she on your side? She said she was going to go lay down in front of the fire.”
Somehow restraining myself from running back to where this all began, I stammered something about my commute, asked about her day and what might be for dinner, excused myself and slowly…painfully slowly…walked back into the kitchen.
Making a bit of racket to show I didn’t just run straight to her, I banged around the kitchen first, all the while peering into the living room for a sign of her.
And there she was, in the same place I found her a week before: on the beanbag, in front of the fire.
Obvously not sleeping, but posed the same way as before, she offered me the same look, face down, and well…ass up.
This time, however, it wasn’t jeans but black yoga pants, which hugged every curved, showed every line, and stopped every heart.
There was no hiding it this time, I was staring. My eyes went back and forth from her ass to her gaze in the glass of the fireplace. She was enjoying the attention as much as I was enjoying the show.
Almost imperceptively she would wiggle her ass back and forth, although it might have just been my heart beat pounding so hard it was distorting my vision.
While I could have stood here for hours, she interupted with a “Hi”.
“Hey.”
Neither one of us changed what we were doing: her, showing off, me enjoying the showing.
Her wiggles became more noticable, and every now and again would change to an up and down motion as well, digging her knees into the beanbag to lift her ass up just enough to watch as my breathing would change.
This motion moved her feet, which I was then drawn too, which to my dismay were covered in socks.
“Well, did they do all 10?”
“Wanna check?”
“Yes…desperately.”, I said as I met her eyes once more.
Smiling, she bent at the knee and lifted both feet up for me.
“No. On your knees first.”
This was it. With those words, we were both committed to what ever this was becoming.
This was still not the voice of a brat, but not that of a question. This, this was a command. My first command. My first command in what I hoped would be many.
To both please her and show her my acceptance of this role, and to stop myself from falling over, I closed my eyes, took a breath, then knelt at her feet as before.
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