Help Wanted (closed)

[PlayfulDevil192]

I hummed happily as the brush ran through my hair, working out and tangles I hadn't gotten with my fingers. My eyes closed and stayed perfectly still as his fingers replaced the brush. Each gentle tug and separation of my hair, before being intertwined with each other, was soothing and relaxing. It was tempting to move my head and lean further into his touch.

I knew he had watched me dress. Watched the way my hips had moved as I got on my panties and slipped into my skinny jeans. He'd seen me adjust my boobs to be comfortable in my bra before telling me I was beautiful while I'd been halfway into my shirt. While he laughed at the awkward moment, my brain had the startling realization I hadn't been called beautiful in a while. At least not in the way he had meant it.

 

[susurrus]

After a few minutes, Beth's hair was once again braided. I gave it a little tug then leaned over and kissed the top of her head before asking, "There you go. You ready?"

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I giggled at the playful tug to my hair when he finished, bit down a pleased school girl like squeal as he kissed the top of my head, and beamed happily as I turned to him. Nodding my head. "Yeah. Just gotta get my shoes on...which are downstairs by the door and my purse is on the couch." I said, pausing for a moment to think carefully where I had left everything in my half awake daze coming here.

 

[susurrus]

"Well then, let's go," I told her with a grin.

I preceded Beth downstairs and waited for her to slip her footwear back on, then headed to the car. Once more, I held the car door for her with a lightness and joy in my heart I hadn't felt on the way here. Would I always help her into the car? Probably not, but it felt appropriate at the moment.

Now that I'd been to Beth's place, I didn't need directions. It wasn't that convoluted a path. Before long we were pulling up out front once more.

"Want me to come in and help carry? You can haul more if I do."

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I gave a nod. It was probably best he come in with me this time. Just in case. As I led him inside and fished my keys from bag, I just kept silently praying for the place to be empty. If it was empty, they need never know. I could slip in and be gone before they ever returned. Luck...was not on my side. As I got in, Marissa looked up from whatever she was watching. The bandaging around her wrists a pure reminder. "There you are! I've been calling and text all day! No one knew where you went!"

"I was out..." I muttered, moving straight to my room. I knew Marissa was too busy looking past me at Dan to further care about what I was doing.

"Yeah...I can see that. Should I step out?" I could hear the grin in her voice.

"No." I flatly answered, shooting her a look as I went into my room. I grabbed my duffle bag from my closet and began tossing any clothes I still had unpacked into it as well as whatever bathroom things I had yet to box up. All the while I'm doing this, I can hear Marissa flirting as she played 'hostess' to Dan in the living room.

 

[susurrus]

Not surprising, this time my offer to accompany her was not turned down. I wasn't sure what to expect as we made our way up. In the elevator, I felt Beth take my hand and looked down to see a haunted look on her face.

I gave her hand a squeeze and smiled encouragingly, a smile she tried to return and almost pulled off.

Before opening the door, I saw her make a silent prayer and take a deep breath and release it. Any courage she'd worked up deflated when a woman about Beth's age was watching some inane comedy on television. She looked up.

This could only be Marissa. Beth tried to hurry past, but Mari seemed angry and concerned. Beth answered her question quickly and as noncommittally as possible as ahe ducked into a bedroom, leaving me with her roommate.

Marissa had been a good-looking woman... once. The self-inflicted travails that had Beth so tied in knots were etched on Mari's face and the alarming bandaging on her too-thin wrists made the story too graphic, even without details.

While felt like I should go in and help Beth pack, I was cornered by the crone sitting jn the living room.

"So who are you, handsome?" Marissa asked.

"I'm Dan," I replied, a little hesitantly. "Beth's going to come keep house for me."

A crooked smile appeared. Normally a smile is a positive thing and brightens a person's face. This looked painful.

"Is that what guys your age call it? I never knew Beth went for older men." She got up and came over to me. She started caressing up my arms and over my chest. "Still, she could have done a lot worse. You good?"

I looked down at her, confused. "What?"

"In the sack. Are you a good lay? Have you got a big cock and do you know how to use it? My man, Casey, isn't hung real big, but he's enthusiastic and can go again and again."

While such talk normally wouldn't make me uncomfortable, coming from this hollow person, it felt kind of creepy.

And when she started, "Ever had two women at once?" I excused myself and followed Beth into her room.

"What can I do?" I asked quickly, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I had paused in what I was doing to listen out in the living room. Astonished. I had never wanted to slap Marissa so hard as I did in that moment! How dare she ask such things and bad mouth Casey like that!! Part of me felt my heart drop as she offered herself and me up to him in that way. A little voice in my head said he would take it. And why wouldn't he? So I couldn't hide the joy on my face from him turning her down be escaping to my room. "Uhm..." I quickly look around before pointing to one of the lighter boxes labeled clothes and fragiles. The fragiles being my music box and my jewelry box wrapped in some of my sweaters and scarfs and jackets. "Take that. We'll get the rest this weekend."

 

[susurrus]

Elizabeth looked pleased to see me when I came through the door. No doubt she'd had one ear on the conversation. Let's face it, I'm a guy, the fantasy of two women at the same time has crossed my mind more than once. However, when one of those women resembles Cruella De Vil...

Without saying anything else, I picked up the box indicated and bustled toward the door.

As I passed Mari, she mouthed ,"Two women..." before I looked away, only barely suppressing a shudder.

Placing the box in the trunk, I waited by the car for Beth to emerge...

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I waited for Dan to leave ahead of me and as the door closed, I turned on Marissa sharply and smacked her. Smirking as I confidentially said, "NEVER going to happen..." I snatched up my duffle bag and my purse bag then hurried out into the hall. Calling back to her, "I'm getting the rest of my things this weekend!" Slamming the door behind me. Leaning on it and jumping a bit as I heard a THUMP! on the door. She had thrown something. A shoe maybe? A couch pillow? My heart was racing but that had felt...oddly satisfying. Unable to contain the giggle that bubbled out, I hurried out to catch up with Dan.

 

[susurrus]

It was only a few minutes' wait, but Marissa kept going through my mind... and it wasn't her offer of a threesome.

When Beth came out, I helped her with the trunk lid and when we were on our way, I said:

"So, Marissa, huh? My guess is that she was once quite attractive. How long has she resembled Yzma frm 'The Emperor's New Groove?' "

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I laughed and had to cover my mouth as the laughter kept bubbling up. While he wasn't wrong, it wasn't nice and I knew I should have been defending her. A good friend would. I eventually managed to reign the laughter in and smiled sadly. "Since she had Casey had their fall out. Most girls usually turn to a night or two of drinking, sad rom coms, and ice cream. Then they take a girls night and pull themselves together to move on. ...Marissa got mixed up in the wrong crowd." I said frowning. "It's funny. She avoided that type of crowd in High School. Cherished her Cheerleading career to much to fuck it up. Even in Collage she took it seriously. I really thought she'd go on to be apart of NFL team or something, ya know. But...I don't know. She met Casey and things changed. SHE changed. ...And I got too self absorbed in my work to see it or stop it early enough."

 

[susurrus]

I knew I shouldn't have phrased things the way I had, but unfortunately it was accurate. The explanation I got for how Marissa got the way she was was tragic.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about what I said. She's your friend and she means something to you. Otherwise she wouldn't drive you so nuts. The shape she's in, you want to help, but he has to want help first."

I reached over and stroked her cheek. "I'm glad I can help you. If something happens where I can help you help her, let me know."

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I stare in awe at Dan's words. Blushing from him stroking my cheek. The man had no reason to offer me aid with helping Marissa...if she ever came around to accepting the help that is. Deeply touched by this, I leaned into his touch. Holding my hand to my cheek for a few minutes before dropping my hands to my side again as I let him go. "Thank you, Dan. That means a lot to me."

 

[susurrus]

"You're welcome. Like I said before we had our adventure today: I feel responsible for you. You're going to be living in my house. Even without what we did or may be to one another now, your proximity is going make your needs have more impact on me and my life. From a purely employer point of view: if you aren't there one hundred percent, you're only going to be able to your job by what's left.

"And if we're going to continue being lovers, I don't want your mind anywhere but with me and what we're doing. Yes, I know part of it is to take your mind off the other stuff, but even so, I'd like you to be with me all the way, and not have some piece of you fretting what may be happening elsewhere. From a selfish side, helping you is helping me."

By this time we were pulling up to the house. I parked and got the box I'd carried out of the trunk, and grabbed a smaller bag that weighed almost nothing that Beth had brought out. I left the big duffle bag for her, so I could get doors...

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

As we drove and he talked, I let everything he was saying sink in. It all made sense of course. And he had valid points, and as possessive as his declaration of my mind being solely focused on him whenever we were 'playing' together was, I was admittedly turned on by it. When we got to the house, I watched him get the lighter things and I grabbed the big duffle bag before following. Already feeling like I could breath easier the moment we walked through the door.

 

[susurrus]

Once inside, I carried everything to the room I'd designated as "Beth's." I had no idea what she'd think of that, but I wanted her to have a place to retreat to if she needed a break: from me, from the Marissa thing, whatever, it's good to have someplace to go that is yours.

"I'll let you get things situated. I'll be outside."

I could have probably swept her into my arms and fucked her silly again, but I'd give her space. If she wanted me, I'd told her where I was going to be.

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I followed him up the room that would be mine now and dropped the duffle bag to the floor. Looking around before sitting down on the bed. Pulling my shoes off. I looked up as he walked out, telling me he'd outside. I nod and wait till I'm alone to plop back onto the bed. Closing my eyes as I relax. I lay there for a while before I sit up and start unpacking what I have. Folding or hanging up clothes, placing her music and jewelry on the night stand, and a big soft purple blanket gets folded to drape over the foot of my bed. I get my phone charger plugged in with the charger for the laptop, which I leaves on the bed, my ear pods plugged into it to charge. All this done, I change from what I'm wearing to...

Well into a tank top, no bra, and a pair of short pajama shorts. My hair still in a braid. With a quick spritz of some rose perfume, I head downstairs to find Dan.

 

[susurrus]

From Beth's room, I went to the kitchen and made a couple more glasses of ice water, then took up the spot I'd been in outside before our little sexual spree began. I was in no hurry. If she didn't emerge for the rest of the day, I'd be okay with that.

I'd been sitting out, watching the birds and critters going about their days, watching the wind through the trees and rippling the water in the pool, when Beth did finally show up.

Seeing her in what she was wearing, I suspected I'd be appreciating the view, even of her clothed, for some time. I knew a lot of folks my age and older who complained about the kinds of clothes younger people - especially the women - wore. When I was around someone making comments about what some young woman was wearing, particularly if it was especially tight or revealing, I let them rant without comment, because I was admiring the view.

And admire I did in this case, too. Beth's shorts were form-fitting and her top left nothing to the imagination. I doubted it was the kind of thing she'd have worn in public, but we weren't in public, and I liked to think she wore it because she knew she'd have an appreciative audience.

"Like the outfit," I told her. "Of course, the filling makes all the difference."

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

"Thanks. It's comfy to lounge in." I tell him, smiling as I walked and took my glass of water. Plopping down beside him as I sipped it. Closing my eyes as I tilt my head back and soak in the sun rays. "I already feel ten times more relaxed here..."

 

[susurrus]

I watched Beth relax like a cat. The tension she'd exhibited at the apartment just seemed to drain out of her. She almost looked like she was melting into the chair.

"You look good relaxed," I told her.

"I think I'm going to do a little swimming," I announced after a little bit. Like I'd told Beth the day we met: the pool isn't big enough for laps, but it's nice for beating the heat.

Without waiting for any kind of reponse, I shucked my shirt then dropped my jeans. This left me nude. As I've mentioned, I seldom wear underwear, so it doesn't take much to bring me down to just skin.

My swim attire ready, I stepped over to the water and jumped in...

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I shriek a bit as I'm splashed, effectively snapping me from my daze at staring at his naked body. Particularly at his cock. Laughing, I merely wipe the water off my skin, which felt cooled from the heat with the water. Chugging the rest of my water, I set the cup down and strip down to nothing to join him in the pool. My clothes joining the forgotten swim suit from earlier over by the lounge.

 

[susurrus]

I heard a squeal from under the water, and as I surfaced, I was treated to the sight of Beth getting into her best swimming attire, also. Soon, she joined me in the pool.

We swam around each other a little before coming together. Again, Beth's tight, young femaleness felt incredible against me.

"First time you've swum naked?" I asked, feeling my cock taking notice of the warm, beautiful woman wrapped around me.

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I casually hooked my arms and legs around him as we floated. I grinned a bit as I felt his cock give a twitch beneath me. "No. I skinny dipped with a childhood friend, not Mari, when were maybe 8 or 9. I was visiting my aunt for the summer and saw my cousins doing it one night, so I pitched a bratty fit about wanting to join them because I was a big girl too and if they could do it then so could i...and it's not like we were gonna be seen in the dark in her backyard. It's not the same as a kid versus now but...the experience still counts."

 

[susurrus]

I laughed at her story.

"The brave little girl. Even though I didn't get it from the rest of my family, I've never cared to wear clothes where I could get by with none at all. Apparently I ruined a couple of my parents' dinner parties when I was much younger.

"In college, there was a nude volleyball club that met at midnight once a week in the field house on campus. As long as we kept it clean and didn't turn the facility into orgy central, the administration turned a blind eye. We shared locker rooms and let's say there were plenty of hookups - of every combination imaginable. A couple of the professors were even a part of this group. It's where I met Sarah the first time."

 

[PlayfulDevil192]

I snicker when he mentions having ruined his parents dinner parties with a lack of thing as a kid, and I bit down an immature giggle at the mention of an orgy, but otherwise I dutifully listen to him. Genuinely interested in knowing this about him. I'm only half surprised to hear that Sarah, whom I do i give a smile for, was apart of this nude volleyball club, but when I thought about those swim suits...it wasn't that much of a shock. "That's one hell of a volleyball team. I can only imagine what competitions must have been like."