Nothing Like Old Times

[marauder13]

Wendell slept well, the warm presence in the bed with him was perfect, the piece missing from his life. He knew it was Heather who was pressed against him. His mind knew instinctively by the array of pressures and textures against him. His arm was wrapped around her, softly holding her, but ready to clamp down hard to prevent anyone from stealing her from him in his sleep.

It was morning when he felt the soft stirring of his sleep buddy. He wanted to hold her to him, not let go of her, but they were nothing more than lovers at a reunion. If she was his, he would hold her to him and never let her go until he was ready. Again, a deep part of him knew that if he wanted her to stay, she would. The thought made his cock rise and eased some tension from his face.

The greater shift in the bed dragged him further from the deep embrace of sleep, making him more aware of his surrounds. Before he had the chance to open his eyes, or say anything, he felt a special pair of lips press against his in a soft, delicate kiss. He allowed himself to go with the kiss, not wanting to ruin the moment by doing anything to throw Heather off. When her lips left his, he opened his eyes to find her face slowly moving away from his.

“Oh Wendell…if only you knew…”

Her voice was so low, as if she was not trying to wake him. Little did she know her kiss could probably bring him back from the dead. Her eyes opened to find him looking back at her full of life and wickedness.

"If I only knew what, Gorgeous?" He rolled away from her and up onto his knees, dragging the covers along with him, leaving Heather delightfully naked. With a somewhat mad scramble, Wendell threw off the blankets, then rolled Heather onto her belly with a little too much enthusiasm than he had planned. Once more, he scrambled until he was lying over her prone form, pressing himself onto her back and pinning her to the bed. He grabbed her hair, moving it out of the way, kissing her cheek, ear, neck and shoulder, along with the occasional nip.

"That you're gorgeous? No, I know that already. You're a wonderful person? I know that too. That you have given me the best few days in my life by letting me fuck you and love you like I have dreamed?" He shifted his legs between hers, letting his pubic hair scratch and tickle her soft skin of her ass while his heated length pressed firmly in the valley formed between both cheeks.

"Oh, I know, if I only knew you wanted me just one more time before you have to leave?" He shifted himself, freeing his cock from being stuck between them. He straightened himself, pressing her hips closer to the bed as he probed for her pussy. "I know you want me to take you to heaven one more time before we leave here. I would be the greatest fool to decline such an offer."

With a slight wiggle, he finally gained the foot hold he desired and he slowly invaded Heather's velvet core. He sighed as he felt himself slowly encased in her warm, soft glove like grip as he started to love her again.

 

[Britwitch]

"If I only knew what, Gorgeous?"
Wendell moved much too quickly for Heather to be able to try to think up a suitable response. She had just opened her mouth to say that some secrets were best kept as just that when strong hands pushed and maneuvered her onto her stomach. Sighing happily as she felt the weight of him settle over her. Another sigh at the touch of his lips to her face and neck, a gasp and a twitch of hips beneath his at the odd bite that landed here and there.

"That you're gorgeous? No, I know that already."
Heather blushed into the bedsheets.
You're a wonderful person? I know that too."
A sudden urge to cry was rapidly squashed. How was it he could make her feel so ridiculously wanted after such a short time. That his opinion of her could matter so much.
"That you have given me the best few days in my life by letting me fuck you and love you like I have dreamed?"
She arched her back, pushing parts of her closer to him. Fingers seeking out his hands upon the bed, intertwining their digits as she felt that firm, wanting, part of him shift between them.

"Oh, I know, if I only knew you wanted me just one more time before you have to leave?"
Heather wanted to say yes, that if she was honest she wanted far more than just that. That she wanted never to go back to that pitiful existence. That she'd give anything to be able to know she'd see him again.
"I know you want me to take you to heaven one more time before we leave here. I would be the greatest fool to decline such an offer."
"Please...please Wendell..." was all she managed before he pushed easily inside her waiting depths and the time, the desire, the ability to talk was gone.

She lost herself in him, around him, beneath him. Every kiss searing itself into her memory, every grunting growl as his hips found their rhythm and crashed down onto her time and again.

She loved every moment, every touch.
She loved him.

She only realised how much when they had to say goodbye.

She didn't cry. Not while he could see. She managed to hold onto some semblance of dignity as they hugged and smiled. Unsaid words left hanging between them. Wishing each other the best and yet neither saying what they wanted. At least, Heather didn't.

She didn't cry on the way home, as she left the weekend, the experience, left Wendell, behind. She didn't cry until the door of her apartment closed behind her and the reality set in. Feet resting on a small pile of envelopes, all of which she knew were bills without even opening them, bag still in her hand. That was when she cried. When it was really true.

The dream was over.

*~*~*~*~*~*​

The summer passed uneventfully. The summer collection of clothes in the store came and went, light dresses and bright colours gave way to the heavier fabrics and darker prints of autumn. Heather rose each day, washed, dressed and went to work. She came home, ate and went to bed. That was it, little of note really.
On a night she would think back to that weekend. To those few days.

To him.

It was in those moments, laid there in the dark, when she felt happy again. Felt the reality of her existence slipping away slightly.
But things were changing, or were starting to. And she firmly believed Wendell was the cause.

She'd returned to work with an unexpected spring in her step and it had been noticed. A small promotion, a little pay rise. Nothing to throw a parade over but within a couple of months the first of her smaller debts were paid off. She could afford to save a little. Not much. But a little. Hoping to invest in a computer before too long. She was trying to make plans.

She thought an online course of some kind might be the way to go. Her working hours and the need for a regular income meant real studies were out of the question. However, something she could complete on an evening and a weekend was a real option. She believed she could do it and Heather was sure that belief all filtered back to Wendell, to the way he made her feel about herself.

And so it was, one day in early September, Heather walked home with a definite bounce in her stride. From her hand dangled a purchase she'd been itching to make. A brown box with a handle. Quite simple looking, unassuming, but for Heather it meant so much. Inside was a laptop. Hardly top of the range and without many of the whistles and bells available to those with money to burn. But it would get her online and let her work. It was her future.

She smiled in the warm autumn sunshine of the late afternoon, it's rays adding warmth to the ebony curls bouncing down her back. If he could see her, she liked to think Wendell would have been proud of her.

"Have you got the time, miss?"
The question didn't really register until it had been asked and her step faltered, bringing her to a halt.
A man was stood a little way behind of her.
"Oh, sorry," She smiled, thinking he might have been waiting a little while for her reply. "I didn't see you there, I think it's about quarter to five but I left my watch at home." Heather replied lightly.
"Got any spare change?" Came another question and a pang of worry began to prick at her insides.
"No, no I don't. I'm sorry." She shouldered her handbag a little more tightly against her and made to carry on but a hand shot out and tried to pull the bag from her. "Hey!" She cried out. Eyes wide and searching the street for help but there was no one around.
"Don't make me hurt you lady!" He growled, shoving her back and causing her to stumble and land rather heavily on her behind.

"Please...please don't..." Heather begged, somehow managing not to cry, as he began to rifle through her bag.
Her handbag was soon on the ground and her purse was ripped open, the fastening popping off and landing somewhere not far away with a pinging sound.
"What that hell? It's empty anyway!" He snapped, rifling through it and then throwing it down at his feet. "Who doesn't even have a credit card?! Still, not a total loss." His grin was positively feral as he held up her laptop box triumphantly.

Receipts and cards and bits of paper fluttered to the ground around her as Heather watched him turn tail and run, her precious investment swinging in his hand.
She watched until he was gone and out of sight.
She watched him run off with her future.

Hands, trembling with shock, gathered up the contents of her purse from the pavement, along with the ruined purse itself and handbag before rising to her feet. She still had her phone and her keys so that was something. She wasn't hurt, beside that god awful aching in her heart. It could have been worse.

She wandered along the street in something of a daze, into her building and up to her door. Dumping the papers and the remnants of her wallet onto the table she headed over to the couch and sank down with a heavy sigh.
It was just her luck, she mused darkly as she curled her arms around her knees and hugged them tightly, she wondered why she'd even bothered at all.

Even thinking of Wendell in that moment couldn't make her feel any better. If anything, it just highlighted the difference between the world in which she lived and the one in which she was sure he did.

 

[marauder13]

"Please...please Wendell..."

Those words echoed in his mind for months after leaving their home town after the reunion. But it was more than their last coupling before departing that made the words significant. There was something more in between the words, lying underneath in the tone, pitch and timing. He knew she was asking for something else, but at the time, his primal, hormonally drowned brain was incapable of decoding the request properly. At that time, he was hell bent on giving Heather an orgasm that she would remember for months. And if anyone else managed to have sex with her, they would have a very difficult act to follow.

The first month home, he practically sweated over the phone. Every time it rang, his heart skipped a beat and his chest tightened in anticipation of hearing Heather's voice, but he never heard from her. He was disappointed that she hadn't called, plus he was left wondering about whether she was really interested in him. Doubts started to plague him for a while, his old self resurfacing before he once more dismantled the irrational thoughts that went along with that past version of himself.

He submerged himself in his work, counselling those with deep seated issues in their personal lives. He had been a little more distant with them before he left for the reunion. When he got back, he seemed to bond better with his clients, connecting with them that fraction more than seemed to allow his words to get deep enough to start making a difference. Long term clients were making noticeable strides toward dealing with their problems to the point where his help was no longer needed. Slowly, his core clients started showing up less and less before two of them said that they were more or less no longer coming to see him. Which, on one level, he was thrilled about because it meant he had done what he was working towards.

His thoughts of Heather started getting less and less strong the further things went. His memories of that weekend remained clear in his mind, not a single detail missing from the moment he set eyes on her until she disappeared from his sight in the hotel on their last day together.

"Penny for your thoughts, Wendell. Five bucks if they're naughty."

Wendell looked over at Sonya as he flipped the sign on the door to his offices. he had seen off another client for their last visit. He gave the slightly older woman a narrow eyed look.

"Just thinking about the reunion."

"The reunion or someone at the reunion?" She was stacking loose sheets of paper and putting them into specific trays, not looking his way as she did it.

"Who's the psych here? At least the trained, professional one?" Wendell chuckled.

"Wendell... I see that look in Mike's face wherever he's thinking about me... in ways he knows he's not allowed to talk about except with me."

"Really?" Sonya nodded sagely. "Crap, I didn't know I was telegraphing that much." Wendell sighed. "Yeah, I meet up with someone out of my past, and she had changed a lot, in positive ways. Before we left, I gave her one of my business cards so she could call me when she got back to her home. Haven't heard from her since. Still, I managed to make a long term dream a reality, even if only for a few days."

"Well, speaking of long term dreams..."

Wendell stood up, looking at Sonya expectantly as she slowly blushed.

"You mean...?"

Sonya blushed deeper and nodded shyly.

"That's fantastic. How far along?"

"Three months. The doc says we're past the worst of it, and as long as I don't do anything silly, we'll finally get our little bundle of joy."

"Well... I'm really, really happy that you're pregnant at last. I was going to ask if you two knew what you needed to do."

"Wendell!" She got even more red.

Wendell laughed loud. "Well, with that news... you're fired."

"What?!?"

He almost fell over laughing. "Christ, Sonya. I thought you knew that was a joke. Without you, I couldn't do as well as I have. Hell, if there was some sane way of keeping you here even after the baby was born, I would. But on a serious note, I want to help you how I can. You're fine to take time off for appointments. If the doc needs you to cut back on work so you have better chances, I'll figure things out to make it happen."

"Thanks, Wendell. I'll keep that in mind as far as options go."

"What I might look at doing, is getting someone in for you to start training, so they'll be up to speed when it is time for you to go on maternity leave. Hopefully by then, they'll be half as good as you and not leave me in a complete mess."

"Now, for a man, that was a remarkably clever idea." Sonya grinned broadly.

Wendell leaned on the reception counter, sporting an evil grin. "It is a scientifically proven fact that pregnancy causes a noticeable drop in the woman's cognitive abilities." Wendell laughed again when after a lengthy pause, Sonya poked her tongue out at him.

 

[Britwitch]

Heather sat until the sun was setting and the amber glow it cast over her little room began to fade. Wiping at damp cheeks she stood and decided a coffee might perk her up a bit.

Water filled the kettle and it was flicked on. Collecting a mug from the cupboard, along with the jar of 'instant' and a spoon, she turned to lean back on the counter and wait. Eyes fell upon the ruined purse and it's spilt contents on the table and she sighed.

"I suppose I should tidy that away..." She mused, pushing herself away from the counter and picking up the wastepaper bin from the corner of the room. Setting it on one of the chairs she picked up her purse and examined it. The clasp was broken and the button that sealed the outside was gone. It was ruined.
"Not that I have much to keep inside it...but it's the principal of the thing..." Heather almost laughed as she dropped it into the metal trashcan with a heavy thud.

Next she began to go through the papers on the table. Receipts from grocery shopping glanced over and then left to flutter down and join the purse. She found her receipt from her weekend in Hayesville. Smiling as she turned it over in her fingers, sighing as she noticed the date and realised just how long it had been. Soon it too was dancing silently down through the air and into the trash.

A loyalty card for some coffee shop followed, then a few more receipts. The business card of some lecherous business man who'd attempted to proposition her in the department store. Nose wrinkled as she crumpled that one up and let it fall. Then fingers picked up another business card and for a moment Heather felt faint.

The card was simple but elegant. The name was printed boldly across the middle, with a telephone number beneath.

Wendell Travis
​

Heather felt her stomach jolt.

"But how...?" She was torn between the joy at the discovery and something akin to fury that it had lain undiscovered for so long.
She ran a fingertip over his name. And then again. And then lower, over the number.

"...I doubt he'd even remember me..." She whispered. "It's been too long now...anyway..."
Fingers held the card over the bin.

"Why would I be calling anyway?" Teeth caught on her lip as the slightly glossy print flared in the kitchen light.
"I mean...I want to...I really want to..."

'He remembered you from school. I doubt a few more months is going to have changed that.' Her mind whispered alluringly. 'Just call and say hello. If he doesn't want to talk to you, he'll be polite and end the call. Where's the harm in that?'

The harm was Heather didn't honestly know if she could take it if Wendell didn't remember her. Or worse. If he remember her and didn't want to talk to her. It had already been a less than great day.

'But it could get so much better...'
"Fine!" Heather decided, easing her phone out of her pocket. Suddenly shaking fingers dialled the number and she waited, business card being tapped anxiously against her lips. Eyes darted to the clock flickering on the microwave. It was late. He'd probably already finished for the-

"Hi, hi Wendell? Is that you?" The sound of the voice on the other end suddenly filled her with nervous excitement, with a sense of happiness. Even if he hung up now, she'd heard his voice and that alone made her feel so much better. "It's me, Heather. Heather Dean? So, how...how've you been?"

'Please. Just please don't hang up on me.'

 

[marauder13]

[OOC: A big thank you to Brit for supplying Heather's side of the conversation.]

Wendell was back in his office, checking that he secured everything that needed securing, everything else was powered down and his desk was reasonably tidy. His mobile phone rang, the general tone that told him that it was not a number he knew. Tapped the screen, putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello. Wendell Travis speaking."

"Hi, hi Wendell? Is that you?"

The voice sounded familiar, and the excitement that flowed through it was a joy to hear. Wendell's work fatigued mind worked hard to work out who was talking to him, which he accomplished just as Heather spoke again.

"It's me, Heather. Heather Dean? So, how...how've you been?"

Wendell slumped back into his chair, the smile threatened to cause his face to split in two.

"Heather? My God, I thought you forgot about me. I've been OK, much better now I am speaking to you."

"Forget? Of course not. I couldn't. I would have called sooner, much sooner, but...I only just found your card."

Wendell groaned, and slapped his forehead into his empty hand. "Didn't I tell you I put it in your purse? Damn it. Well, I blame male hormones and lose of blood flow to the brain for forgetting. That, and there was this incredibly sexy woman who was distracting me as well."

Wendell smiled more at the giggle form the other end of the line. "Don't worry. I found it in the end. That's all that matters really. And I'm very glad I did find it. I've...I've wanted, I mean, I've been thinking of you. Wondered how you've been."

"I've been wondering the same about you. Anything noteworthy happened since we parted?"

Her sigh took a bit of the edge off his own smile. "Nothing too exciting. Although, I did get a promotion...of sorts...and that's meant I've been able to, well, sort things out a little better. It's not much. But it's a start. And what about you? I'm sure your time has been much better filled than mine has."

Wendell laughed a little, picking up on Heather's deflection attempt easily. "No, no trying to down play what's happened, or turn the subject away from you. You got a promotion, which has helped you get things sorted out a little. That's great. What have you managed to get sorted out?"

Heather laughed softly. "A couple of the smaller debts have been cleared so have been able to save a little." Wendell sat out the pause quietly. "And... I've been thinking of going back to college. Well, online at least. Then I could study around my work and try to finally get a qualification."

"Fantastic news. Doing something online, that would mean you got yourself a computer?"

Wendell frowned deeply while Heather took her time responding. "Nearly." He heard her sigh. "It's kind of why I found your card, actually. I bought a computer today. But...I don't have it anymore."

Heather's last words were followed by a soft sigh, which had Wendell thinking that there was going to be more said. When Heather wasn't forthcoming, Wendell simply asked, "What happened?"

Heather paused again, Wendell thought she was about to try and steer the conversation away from the topis. "I...I lost it." He listened to the short silence that ended with a growl of frustration. "No, I didn't lose it. It got stolen. By some jerk who also tried to take my purse too but it was empty, thankfully. Otherwise I'd never have found your card."

Wendell heard the passage of a shaky breath. "I'm ok, he didn't hurt me or anything so there's no need to worry but...it's going to take months to save up for another one. And most of the courses I wanted to look into start in a couple of weeks. Sorry. Anyway, that's why I found your card. Was going through the remains of my wallet and found your card. Seemed perfect timing. Something to cheer me up. Hearing your voice."

Wendell fired up the computer while checking some paper notes, then went through his electronic diary. As he thought, he had a session free at the end of the day. He locked it, putting Heather' name in.

"Right. Tomorrow afternoon. Four PM. I want you at the following address," Wendell told her the address, slowly enough for her to get all the details. "Dress as though you are going for a job interview. You understand?"

He heard a rustle of paper from Heather's end of the phone.

"Oh...hang on let me write that down. A job interview?? I mean, I'll be there, of course I will but..are you-"

There was some noise he could pick, but then her voice returned sounding much softer than before. "Thank you Wendell."

"Sorry, Heather, but I have to go. Now I have your number, I will be in touch soon."

He was feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the phone call, and what it meant that his voice was softer when he spoke again. "I have missed you so much. Bye."

He blew her a kiss, readying himself to terminate the call. But he heard Heather's equally quiet voice reach out to him. "I've missed you too. And I'll look out for your call. Thank you. Thank you so much. Bye."

He closed the call, quickly capturing her phone details through his blurry vision. Only then, he allowed himself to drop the phone and let his tears roll. He felt extremely happy and relieved that she had called him. After everything that had happened between them, he had mattered to her. He wiped his tears aside and headed home with a spring in his step that matched the one he had on his return from the reunion.

His excitement lasted the remainder of the night, through his dinner, his relaxation time, and even while he was trying to go to sleep. He put several relaxation techniques into practice while lying on his bed in a vain attempt to actually finally nod off. It was sometime after midnight before sleep finally claimed him.

~||~​

Wendell was drinking a very powerful coffee that he got from the niche coffee shop two blocks away from his office. The owners were a Middle Eastern couple who made authentic blends that weren't found anywhere else except for their places of origin. Wendell knew that made a particular Turkish coffee that could almost push the spoon back out when made properly. He also knew, from first hand experience, that it would wake a century old corpse. That morning, Wendell felt like he was a corpse of that vintage.

"Morning, Boss." Wendell merely grunted in reply, his gaze fixed on his door.

"Wendell, shall I do up a client sheet for the new person?" He stopped, frowned and squinted at Sonya who was trying hard not to laugh at the pained expression. "Ms Dean?"

Another grunt and a shake of his head preceded his rather loud swallow of the mouthful of coffee he took before entering. "No. She's not a client. Potential replacement for you."

"Already?" Sonya gave a mock response that sounded slightly real. "I've got another four months minimum."

"Uh-huh, and in that time your replacement, whoever they may be, will be learning from you before you do leave. There is a lot stored in that pretty head of yours, and we both would not like for you to be getting phone calls to find out where something important has been put."

"Good point."

"Exactly. Seriously, Sonya, I have no idea of what you do precisely, all I see is the end results. Those end results are fantastic and make my life incredibly easy. I doubt whoever takes over will be as good, but I want them to learn from you, then take over from you and you back seat them until you go off to be a full time mother."

"Thanks, Wendell. I appreciate knowing how much I mean to you."

"You are a great employee, a damn fine office administrator and a good friend on more than a few occasions when I needed one. You mean a lot to me. Though not enough to delay me further from punishing myself with Anton's Cappadocian Killer that I desperately need to drink before my first client turns up. It's bad enough its making my eyes water, but I don't want clients going the same way."

Wendell entered his personal office to the light chuckles of Sonya.

The remainder of the day flew past. Wendell focused on his clients more than he had ever done, only allowing himself the guilty pleasure of thinking about Heather's arrival for her 4PM meeting in between his clients.

The last client for the day departed on time, which had been a rarity for the young woman. Wendell knew that she had a crush on him, and he was keeping her at a good distance, but wasn't making any more headway in getting that distance any larger.

He buzzed Sonya as soon as he got back to his desk. "Sonya, when Ms Dean arrives, please show her in. Thanks."

He sat in his large leather chair at his equally large, old style oak table in his classically looking office full of bookshelves, a drinks cabinet and a wall full of qualifications and certificates dealing with his chosen profession. The only thing that was not standard was the clear plastic bust with the cranial cavity full of raw peanuts still in their shells.

He waiting anxiously for the door to open, and a very special woman to come through into his life once more.

 

[Britwitch]

There was a moment, fleeting but terrifying for all its brevity, in which Heather thought she’d made a mistake. A pause that in her mind went on forever before he spoke again. But the happy tone she was convinced she could hear banished all doubt from her mind.

It felt so unbelievably good to hear his voice. All the months of satisfying herself with memories and imaginings was almost entirely forgotten the moment she heard his voice speak her name.

He remembered her. Wanted to know about how she’d been. What she’d been up to.

He cared.

Heather only realised how upset she was about everything that had happened when she felt a cry trying to work its way painfully into her voice as she told him of the stealing of her computer.

Then came the unexpected. An interview? At least, she assumed that’s what it was.

Heather felt herself smiling at the thought that popped up in her mind. Wendell was coming to her rescue yet again.

She wanted to scream her thanks, to tell him how unbelievably thoughtful and special she thought he was. But somehow she managed to concentrate enough on his words to jot down the address and contain her emotions enough to whisper a fairly coherent farewell.

When he’d gone, and the line was dead, she stood with the phone against her ear for a few long minutes in disbelief. Had that really just happened?
Heather found, to her great surprise, she was shaking. She slid down into a chair and spent another small period of time just staring at the phone and his business card beside it.

“He wanted me to call him.” She murmured happily, biting her lip against a sudden rush of emotion that battled between joy and frustration that she’d not found the card earlier. She looked across to the back of an envelope upon which she’d scribbled down the address, along with a few directions Wendell had given. “Four pm…” Heather whispered to herself before groaning. “Oh no!” She snatched up her phone, quickly bringing up the contact information for a friend from work.

“Hi, Judy? Sorry to call but…any chance I could ask a favour? No, no, everything’s fine,” Heather’s eyes met her own in the reflection of her dressing table mirror. They were bright and excited and her smile wasn’t fading any time soon. “Everything’s fantastic. But that’s kind of why I need the favour. You’re working an opening shift tomorrow, aren’t you…?”

*~*~*~*~*~*​

Heather stifled a yawn as she swayed on her heels slightly. The bus took a corner a little too quickly as the driver, fighting to keep to an unachievable schedule, pushed to get through a set of lights before they changed. It was only half three but it had already been a long day. Her friend had swapped shifts with her, allowing Heather to be home just after lunchtime and giving her time to shower and dress ready for this ‘interview’. But it also meant she’d been awake for a rather long time and she’d been so excited at the prospect of anything Wendell might be directing her towards that she’d barely slept at all.

Eyes kept a keen watch on the changing scenery, the bus taking her to a part of town she rarely visited. Pretty sure she was where she should be, she rang the bell and alighted. Taking a moment to figure out where she would need to catch the bus back home and then focused on finding the right building.

Soon she was stood before an impressive, yet, pleasant, looking building. The address was double checked and triple checked before she stuffed the scribble covered paper into her jacket pocket and, with shoulders slightly squared, she walked up the steps and into the entrance hall. Passing a young woman coming out the other way. Another interviewee perhaps? She was smiling so she was happy about whatever had happened inside. Heather tried not to think about it. Determined not to let self doubt creep into her thoughts.

A mirror on the wall allowed her to check her appearance quickly before knocking on the door, the only door, to her left. Fingers pushed dark hair back over her shoulders. She’d opted to pin back just the top section, leaving the remainder hanging down her back. It was a smart style but still approachable. She had no idea what this job might be or what it might entail but she thought she looked quite smart. Her make up was subtle but effective, carefully highlighting the brightness of her eyes and drawing little attention to her mouth.

A step back allowed her to check the rest of her appearance. Smoothing the white blouse she’d painstakingly ironed in the wee small hours, after replacing a button or two, so that it met and ran under her skirt without a wrinkle. Eyeing the buttons across her chest, she’d left the upper most two open, still a long way from looking indecent, but she felt she was one mass of chest if she didn’t show at least a part of her neck. The skirt was probably the newest piece of clothing she owned, part of her uniform for work. Black and well fitted, the pencil line of it ended just above her knees. Finished with stockings and her standard issue ‘work’ heels, she hadn’t felt overly out of place walking down the street among other people of her age and older. Professionals. Going about their business.

Running her tongue over her lips she knocked on the door and waited until a female voice called her inside.

“Hi,” Heather closed the door quietly behind her, her smile bright. “I hope I’m in the right place. My name is Dean, Heather Dean. I believe I’m expected?” Green eyes stole to a clock on the wall and were relieved to see it was almost exactly four o’clock.

“Of course, Miss Dean.” The charming woman behind the desk rose and came around it to take and shake her hand. “Please, come straight through, he’s expecting you.”

Heather was about to ask who was when she was led over to the door on the opposite side of the room and, after a light knock, the woman opened the door and leant her head inside. Her voice quiet.

“Miss Dean is here.”

Heather allowed herself one final smoothing of her clothes while the receptionist wasn’t looking and then another smile as her head turned back towards her and the door was opened wider.

“Wendell will see you now.”

Heather had already started walking forwards, through the doorway, so the words registered a split second before her eyes fell on a familiar and much thought of face. All at once she was torn between wanting to laugh and cry.
The door clicked shut behind her quietly and there was silence in the room for a moment or two. She wanted to go to him, to close the distance between them and…

“I hoped it might be you…I didn’t think I had any right to think it but…I wanted it to be you…” She started softly. “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am to see you. More than happy.”

Her eyes dropped to the plush carpet beneath her feet before rising back to his face.

“I really did miss you.”

She couldn’t have held back her smile, even if she’d tried.

“It’s lovely to see you, Wendell.”

 

[marauder13]

Heather was exactly as he remembered her. She was beautiful, shy, sweet and god-damned drop dead sexy that he wanted to lay her out on his desk and catch up on missed time. He pulled his mind back onto the task at hand, but he still couldn't stop himself from checking her out very thoroughly. Her choice of outfit, hair style and shoes all worked well to present a professional image, while taking pride in her appearance and her body. She would be as good as Sonya from the perspective of first impressions. Wendell felt one band of tension depart.

“I hoped it might be you…I didn’t think I had any right to think it but…I wanted it to be you… I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am to see you. More than happy.”

Wendell let the huge smile break free as he stood up from his chair. He thought the way she looked at the floor before looking back at him was adorable. He could feel himself reacting to her physically as he got closer to where she stood.

“I really did miss you.”

Those few words stopped him dead in his tracks. They resonated within him like the sound of a bell would within the bell itself. The smile that appeared on her face made her shine like the sun, only more delightful to look at.

“It’s lovely to see you, Wendell.”

"You have no idea how good it feels to see you again, Heather." His voice was as soft as hers as he took the last steps to close on her. In the time he took those steps, he had pulled himself back into a more professional expression.

"Thank you for coming over on such short notice, Miss Dean." He took her hand, giving it a polite shake, but holding on that little longer than was necessary, with with a much more tender touch than the hand shake. "Please, come and take a seat." He guided her to the stylish leather chair opposite his own chair at the antique style desk.

"Now, let's get down to the core of the reason for this interview, Miss Dean. You met Sonya, my office administrator, who kindly showed you in. She has had the delightful good fortune to fall pregnant after a long time attempting to get that way. So, this very talented member of my staff will be departing in a few months time to delight in sleepless nights, crying offspring and odourous bodily emanations while masochistically enjoying every moment of it.

"In that time, Miss Dean, you will be working beside her for a month or two, learning all the dark arts she uses to keep this place running smoothy so I don't have to think about any of it, and focus on my clients. After that, you will do all the work while she watches over you, correcting anything that is done incorrectly so that you can do it when she's no longer with us.

"In return, you will be offered an excellent remuneration package that will include you staying at my abode, and paying rent into a special fund that will pay for your ongoing education, including all manner of equipment you will need. Of course, you will also be servicing your debts as well, clearing them as fast as you sanely can.

"So having said all of that, I only have two questions for you, Miss Dean. When are you available to start? And the other is Why aren't here in my lap so I can kiss you?"

 

[Britwitch]

"You have no idea how good it feels to see you again, Heather."
Wendell crossed the room and Heather felt her heart beginning to race. He looked just as she remembered only better. He was well dressed and clearly well groomed too. As he got closer she caught the scent of his aftershave, her mind flashed with images of his skin and hers and it took every ounce of her resolve not to just throw herself at him.

He stopped before her and just as she was about to close the gap entirely and embrace him, his hand appeared between them.
"Thank you for coming over on such short notice, Miss Dean."
She managed to hold her smile and not have it dissolve into a frown of confusion. Taking his offered hand and feeling a small thrill at the contact. The warmth, the pressure, of his hand against hers felt so familiar. So wonderful.

"Please, come and take a seat."
"Thank you..." She followed his lead, sitting down carefully in the chair, smoothing her skirt down towards her knees in the process.

"Now, let's get down to the core of the reason for this interview, Miss Dean. You met Sonya, my office administrator, who kindly showed you in. She has had the delightful good fortune to fall pregnant after a long time attempting to get that way. So, this very talented member of my staff will be departing in a few months time to delight in sleepless nights, crying offspring and odourous bodily emanations while masochistically enjoying every moment of it."
"Well that's wonderful news. She and her husband must be thrilled." Heather's voice was genuine although she still wasn't entirely sure about what was going on.

"In that time, Miss Dean, you will be working beside her for a month or two, learning all the dark arts she uses to keep this place running smoothly so I don't have to think about any of it, and focus on my clients. After that, you will do all the work while she watches over you, correcting anything that is done incorrectly so that you can do it when she's no longer with us."

'You will...' That was all she kept hearing in her head. 'You will be working...'
He was giving her a job? Heather could barely sit still. She didn't doubt that he'd want to help her and had figured that the interview was with someone he knew. That he, himself, would be offering her a way out of the nightmarish scenario that had been her life for so long now, was almost too good to be true.
'You will be...' It wasn't a question.

"In return, you will be offered an excellent remuneration package that will include you staying at my abode, and paying rent into a special fund that will pay for your ongoing education, including all manner of equipment you will need. Of course, you will also be servicing your debts as well, clearing them as fast as you sanely can."
"But I..." Heather began in disbelief before he continued and silenced her for the time being.

"So having said all of that, I only have two questions for you, Miss Dean. When are you available to start? And the other is Why aren't here in my lap so I can kiss you?"
"Well, I don't quiet know what to say. I mean, obviously I'm beyond excited and I'd love to come to work with you, for you, here. I promise I won't let you down. I'll work hard, I'll work so hard, I swear it." Heather nodded after she'd finished her earnest words. "I never thought for a moment that you'd offer me something so wonderful." She smiled shyly. "If you think I can do this, then I'm sure I can and I can start the day after tomorrow. I just need to let my supervisor know that I won't be coming back...and..."

Her cheeks coloured a little before she continued.
"...are you sure?" Teeth chewing on her lower lip for a second. "About the other things you mentioned. A job I'm sure I'll enjoy with someone that I-" She almost said 'love' and only just managed to hold herself back. "...I enjoy spending time with and a wage that will be regular is, honestly, more than I could have ever hoped for this time yesterday."

There was a prick of something inside, something scratchy and unwanted in the middle of all her joy. A wage and a job were fantastic. Add in living with him and it started to sound a little less chivalrous and a little more...
Heather shook her head. She couldn't bear to think of Wendell in anything other than the brightest ways. He'd saved her. Truly saved her, so many times since that first meeting back at the reunion and now he was offering her another lifeline. One that could change everything. That would change everything.

She smiled, a little more coyly this time as she rose and walked slowly around the desk towards him.
"As for your second question...?" Fingertips trailed lightly along the top of the table as she moved closer to where he sat. "The only reason I'm not in your lap is because you showed me to a chair first." Heather reached his side and paused, the smile now a little playful. "And given that I thought this was a job interview, I'd hate to think I was being given a position based on anything other than my abilities." She bent down and, resting a hand on his shoulder, kissed his cheek. Catching the sigh just before it left her lips as his aftershave thrilled her nose once more. "But if you want me in your lap Wendell...you've only to say..."

She moved a little closer, turning and lowering so she was sat across his lap, curling an arm up and around his neck. Leaning towards him to kiss his other cheek softly.

Heather knew this wasn't something that could happen all the time. If, no, when she worked here. Wendell was a professional. She didn't doubt that.

A quick glance around the walls of the room confirmed his years of training and achievements, the office and his need for an assistant proved he was successful too. He was going to be her employer and would deserve nothing less than her best, to be anything else than professional with him would be wrong. An insult, to them both.

But he wasn't her employer yet.

 

[marauder13]

Heather sat in the chair looking like a very well dressed and thoroughly stunned young woman. Her facial expression spoke to Wendell of neurological overload and desperate attempts by her brain to get back on top of everything she had been told. But to his relief, Heather rallied quickly and superbly.

"Well, I don't quiet know what to say. I mean, obviously I'm beyond excited and I'd love to come to work with you, for you, here. I promise I won't let you down. I'll work hard, I'll work so hard, I swear it. I never thought for a moment that you'd offer me something so wonderful. If you think I can do this, then I'm sure I can and I can start the day after tomorrow. I just need to let my supervisor know that I won't be coming back...and..."

He watched her cheeks slowly bloom into the shade of red he had seen so many times during the reunion and wanted oh so desperately wanted to see again. He had so much he wanted to tell her, but he had spoken, and all he wanted to do was look at her and soak up all the loveliness on the other side of the desk.

"...are you sure? About the other things you mentioned. A job I'm sure I'll enjoy with someone that I... I enjoy spending time with and a wage that will be regular is, honestly, more than I could have ever hoped for this time yesterday."

He mirrored her smile as she rose from the chair and circled the desk to get closer to him. Her outfit was great, a truly professional presentation that in his eyes made her look as sexy as hell and all he could think about was what she would let him get away with in his office.

"As for your second question...? The only reason I'm not in your lap is because you showed me to a chair first."

He wanted to watch the fingertips on his desk, but there was more happening than just that. He knew he was getting physically excited, mainly because he had stopped being Wendell Travis, Clinical Psychologist and was Wendell, very horny would be boyfriend of Heather. He couldn't dispute his feelings for her anymore, only the degree of those feelings. Even if she stayed living in her apartment while working for him, it was going to be a matter of time before they transitioned herself into his home and life.

She paused at the side of his chair, tormenting him with the faint fragrance that was Heather and a really nice scent she applied. The rather reserved smile showed a different feeling, one of a more relaxed, comfortable young woman.

"And given that I thought this was a job interview, I'd hate to think I was being given a position based on anything other than my abilities."

Her hand that came to rest on his shoulder was the source of a deep, glacial spread of warmth that removed every once of tension from his body wherever the warmth passed. The feel of her lips against his cheek threatened to make his socks melt and his brain explode. He swallowed hard, and sighed in pure joy.

"But if you want me in your lap Wendell...you've only to say..."

"I do, and I did." His voice broke and croaked.

She eased herself into his lap, and arm encircling his neck. Instinctively, both his arms went around her waist, partially as a measure to keep her safe, but mostly so he could touch her and hold her.

Wendell cleared his throat, lost his voice, cleared it again and found it. He gave her an apologetic smile before he let the proper, really happy smile take its place.

"Seriously, Heather, from what I remember of your grades - yes, I do remember them - you'll be able to do this job easily enough. Sonya's good at what she does, and I don't expect you to do things exactly the same way, as long as you can give me the same end results. However, if we feel you're not up to it, I'm not afraid to replace you.

"I thought of you first, because you need this chance, in more ways than one. Yes, I get the benefit of seeing you a hell of a lot more frequently, but I really do think you'll do well. Don't kill yourself trying to get things right. Relax, go with the flow, and I'm sure you'll be up to speed in no time."

Wendell leaned forward to claim a small, tender kiss. "I know that getting you to move in is rather suspect, but it is something that I can see happening at some stage anyway. But, you will have your own room to start with, and there will be no obligations placed upon you as to where you sleep. But the rest of it I was very serious about.

"You will pay me rent, monetarily, as well as helping with the standard chores. But that money will go into an education fund that will be used to pay any education based fees and purchases. Now, I will make one exception to the following rule so you can get started on that course you had planned on starting. If you don't have the funds to cover the essentials, I will loan you the money, which you will pay back, plus ten percent. After that, you're on your own financially, so to speak."

Wendell moved a hand up behind Heather's head, and gently guided her down to join her lips to his. He sighed as he once more tasted her, leaving their lips the only participants for the first few seconds before he threw caution to the wind. She was sitting in his lap, so he saw no reason to hold back his passion while they kissed. Nearly six months of desire, want and borderline need ran rampant through his kiss. Moans and garbled words surrounded them as he sought more of Heather while they kissed. He broke off, only to go for her neck, resisting the automatic urge to nip and bite. His lips grazed her strong column that held her head aloft so gorgeously. He finally stopped when he felt himself wanting to go even further.

Wendell took his top lip between his teeth, breathing heavily while staring at Heather with a look that he could almost swear was the same as he gave her before taking her in the hotel bathroom. He would not have been surprised if he was, because he was having the same strong impulses to do the same kind of thing to Heather in his own office.

"I will be fair, Heather, and tell you that if you hang around any longer, I will not be fully responsible to what naughtiness I do to you here in my very sound proofed office. So, if you want to delay the ravishing I plan on giving you in the very near future... like tonight when I pick you up to show you your new abode, then I suggest you hop up now."

 

[Britwitch]

"Seriously, Heather, from what I remember of your grades - yes, I do remember them - you'll be able to do this job easily enough. Sonya's good at what she does, and I don't expect you to do things exactly the same way, as long as you can give me the same end results. However, if we feel you're not up to it, I'm not afraid to replace you.

"I thought of you first, because you need this chance, in more ways than one. Yes, I get the benefit of seeing you a hell of a lot more frequently, but I really do think you'll do well. Don't kill yourself trying to get things right. Relax, go with the flow, and I'm sure you'll be up to speed in no time."

Heather felt that tiny nervous tightness in her stomach start to ease its grip, firstly at his words, more so at the touch of his lips. The connection was brief and light but it calmed her nerves almost instantly.

"I know that getting you to move in is rather suspect, but it is something that I can see happening at some stage anyway. But, you will have your own room to start with, and there will be no obligations placed upon you as to where you sleep. But the rest of it I was very serious about.

"You will pay me rent, monetarily, as well as helping with the standard chores. But that money will go into an education fund that will be used to pay any education based fees and purchases. Now, I will make one exception to the following rule so you can get started on that course you had planned on starting. If you don't have the funds to cover the essentials, I will loan you the money, which you will pay back, plus ten percent. After that, you're on your own financially, so to speak."

He kissed her again and every last worry evaporated from within her. Heather's arms curled tighter around his neck and upper back, shifting on his lap a little to try and align their mouth a little easier. A low moan passing between their mouths as lips gave way to tongues and all at once she was back with him in Hayesville, feeling like a teenager and filled with needs and wants that roared in her ears. She wanted to kiss him, like this, and never stop. Wanted more skin, less clothes. To feel his hands against her head as it was and then in her hair, gripping. She suckled on his lower lip before his mouth left hers, leaving her breathless and starry eyed as his moved south, kissing her neck and making her squirm across his thighs.

He lifted his head and their eyes met once more. Heather whimpered as she saw that same desire glinting back at her that she'd seen in so many dreams and fantasies since they'd said goodbye.

"I will be fair, Heather, and tell you that if you hang around any longer, I will not be fully responsible to what naughtiness I do to you here in my very sound proofed office. So, if you want to delay the ravishing I plan on giving you in the very near future... like tonight when I pick you up to show you your new abode, then I suggest you hop up now."

She smiled shyly, lips tingling and feeling slightly swollen from their exertions. If she was honest she wanted nothing more than to have Wendell do anything and everything he wanted and as soon as possible. But she knew they shouldn't. Not here and now. Even if the sound wouldn't escape, there was no way she'd be able to leave in any kind of presentable state. Besides which she didn't think her knees would hold up to walking her out and by Sonya's desk with any degree of grace after such things might happen between them when they were feeling as weak as they were when she was doing little more than sitting on his lap.

"Well..." She began in a voice far huskier than the one she had used a few minutes earlier. "I think that, wherever possible, ravishing should take place as and when the desire arises so as to make it as authentic as possible. But..." She licked her lips while straightening a tie that was already perfectly placed. "I think in this case anticipation might simply add to the excitement of it all." She wiggled her behind down on him, ever so slightly, eyes almost coyly meeting his before she kissed him softly and, with a sigh, slid up and off his lap.
Smiling mischievously she turned to face his desk and, locating a suitable looking piece of paper and a pen, bent at the waist beside his chair to write down her address.

"The buzzer for the entry system doesn't work all that well so we usually leave it open. But if when you get there it's locked? Just give me a call on my mobile and I'll buzz you in." She grinned back over her shoulder before straightening back up and holding out the paper for him to check. "I'll go home and grab a few things, call my landlord, and my boss...but I'll be free basically any time you want to come round."
She leant down once more to kiss his cheek but couldn’t resist adding a second and a third kiss to his jaw and then his lips.

With an obvious bounce in her step, she quickly made her way to the door. She had to get out now while he could still maintain his reputation with his secretary. Otherwise…? Oh otherwise didn’t bear thinking about.
She paused at the door, looking back at him with bright, excited eyes.
"Thank you Wendell, thank you so much. I won't let you down, I promise." One last smile and with a happy little sigh, she opened the door and left his office, giving Sonya an almost blinding smile on her way out.

*~*~*~*~*​

It was a little sad really, Heather thought, as she looked at the sum total of baggage she had ready to take to Wendell's. One medium sized backpack filled with some photos, some books, the notes she'd made in preparation for her course and a file detailing all her finances and debts and the small case she'd had with her in Hayesville, which now contained the sum total of her wardrobe. A couple of pairs of jeans, some underwear, a few t-shirts, along with her work clothes and a little bag with some jewellery and toiletries in it. She didn't see the point in taking kitchen equipment or furniture with her and had been pleasantly surprised when her landlord offered to buy them from her and include the money when he returned her deposit on the little apartment.

More money to put towards her education fund, she thought with a giggle. Heather sank down onto the small couch and glanced at her phone. Nothing from Wendell yet but she wasn’t worried. Smiling she thought back over how extraordinary the day had been. The job offer was fantastic, that it was with Wendell and came with so many other amazing bonuses was beyond belief. A slight frown as she considered her initial doubts over moving in with him. She wanted to, there was no question of that, but talk of rules and funds did seem a little unusual. She chewed on her lip for a long moment. She was making the right choice, wasn’t she?

“Oh don’t be so stupid, of course you are!” She chided herself with a laugh. “He makes you smile like an idiot just by being in the same room. To live with him will be…” Her words tailed off into a small sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. She rested an elbow on the back of the couch and cushioned her head in her hand as she turned on the stereo. A familiar song came on, one she’d last heard at the reunion and her smile grew even wider. Before she really realised it, she was on her feet and dancing happily around her living room. Worries gone and phone resting in the middle of the small coffee table.

It had been a wonderful day and she had a feeling, it was only the start of her life taking a decided turn for the better.

 

[marauder13]

The smile Heather gave Wendell had what little tension that was left in his body race toward the one place that remained a bastion of rigidity, making him painfully aware of the placement of his erection within his pants.

"Well... I think that, wherever possible, ravishing should take place as and when the desire arises so as to make it as authentic as possible. But... I think in this case anticipation might simply add to the excitement of it all."

Her voice was liquid lust pouring through his ears and sinking right into his groin, washing his brains away in the process. Her touches and movements just made it even more difficult to control the baser, primal instincts that were rapidly gaining the upper hand in what was left of his brain. His rapidly diminishing higher cognitive functions were keeping his arms were they were, rather than ripping the clothing off Heather in the mad rush to fuck her silly. The kiss she gave him before sliding off his lap was artfully done, successfully overloading his strained brain enough to ensure that he could do nothing to her as she 'escaped'. But when she bent over to write something down, all he could think of was leaving a perfect set of dental imprints on her ass.

"The buzzer for the entry system doesn't work all that well so we usually leave it open. But if when you get there it's locked? Just give me a call on my mobile and I'll buzz you in."

Heather looked over her shoulder, granting him another vision of pure gorgeousness before she stood up and handing him a piece of paper that held some deeply mystical subject matter written in a long forgotten symbolic code.

"I'll go home and grab a few things, call my landlord, and my boss...but I'll be free basically any time you want to come round."

"Good." Wendell more or less grunted.

His slowly recovering mind was dealt another series of savage blows as Heather kissed him again before she left. He was faintly grateful for automatic processes of the body that allowed him to keep breathing and his heart pumping without direct cranial intervention, otherwise he would have been dead back at the reunion several times over and at least twice after the interview.

"Thank you Wendell, thank you so much. I won't let you down, I promise."

He smiled, waving as she left and closed the door behind her. He slumped back in the chair, letting himself cool down and collect himself so he would survive long enough to get her through the front door of his home.

His office door opened a few minutes later, Sonya wandered in with a broad grin on her face.

"She was the one from the reunion, wasn't she?"

"Huh?"

"Miss Dean. She's the one that had your feet off the ground for a good six weeks after getting back from the reunion, isn't she?"

Wendell lifted his head off the chair enough to look at Sonya, giving her a very calculated look. "I'm the one that psychoanalyzes people here, not you."

"You learned it at uni, I was born with the ability. It comes along with these." She cupped her breasts.

Wendell laughed. "You may have a point there. But, yes, Heather and I met at the reunion, and we became very close. She's had a bad turn in her life, and now, your luck has brushed off on her."

"You're not doing this because you two fucked?"

"Yes, there is an element of that. But, she is genuinely in a bad place, life wise, and this job will serve as a way for her to turn things around. Plus, if she can't cut it, and you feel she can't, then she'll get replaced. I want to give her a shot. I feel that she'll do what's needed, and be able to turn her life around."

"Seriously, you think you can be her boss during the day?"

"You saw her walk out?" Sonya nodded. "That'll answer your question."

She gave him a look. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"She looked neat when she left, with a lot of bounce in her step?" Sonya nodded slowly, then went bright red as Wendell nodded. "So, yes, I can work with her, in a very professional manner."

"Wendell, I now know you're not a human but an alien sent to study us."

The two burst out laughing.

~||~​

Wendell pulled up outside of Heather's apartment block in the jeep. He let the engine shut down, when hopped out and went for the front door. As he was warned, it was unlocked and he went in. He got to her floor, and paused to send her a text.

Heather, I'm on my way. Will be there soon. Hope you're ready. Love, Wendell.

He sent the text, and waited about twenty seconds before he walked down to the door to her apartment and knocked. He had gone home, quickly changed into a casual shirt, jeans and sneakers, and leaned against the door jam while waiting for Heather to answer the door.

 

[Britwitch]

The song ended and Heather flopped down onto the couch with a happy sound, opting to stay seated as the next song began. After all, she didn’t want to be in too much of a state when Wendell got there. Once the song was halfway through and the urge to prance around had ebbed, she stood up and wandered into the little bathroom to check her appearance one last time.

She had packed her ‘work’ outfit into the little case and decided to wear a black vest that clung to her torso and ran down to her hips, the neckline scooping fairly low over her chest and the remainder hugging her shape entirely, with jeans on her bottom half. The pins had gone from the top section of her hair, letting the dark waves hang down around her face. Sweeping them back with her hand she eyed her face a little more critically in the dismal lighting. Apart from adding a touch more mascara to her already long lashes, she hadn’t altered the make up she’d worn for her interview.

A beep from her phone sent her skipping back into the main room, scooping up her phone and opening the new message displayed on the screen.

Heather, I'm on my way. Will be there soon. Hope you're ready. Love, Wendell.

Her teeth caught on her lower lip as she quickly read the message again, fingers then moving rapidly over the keys to reply, pausing for a second wondering if she should be as flirty as she felt then smiling wider as she decided that of course she could. She was about to move in with him and if she couldn’t flirt with him now, when could she?

Oh, I think I’ve been ready-

A sharp knock on the door stopped her fingers where they were, hovering over the keypad, while her eyes flew to the door. Her heart suddenly hammering loudly in her ears. She couldn’t think who else it could be besides Wendell and that thought made her feel so excited she actually felt a little faint. Somewhere, despite her best efforts to squash it and block it out, a little niggling doubt had remained that perhaps it was all some elaborate ploy, some joke. That all he’d wanted was to get back inside her underwear and, having denied him in his office, she wouldn’t hear from him again. She couldn’t truly believe that of Wendell, but she was still finding it hard to believe she wasn’t deserving of such treatment.

Moistening her lips and slipping her phone into her pocket, she moved to answer the door. Running a hand through her hair once more ensuring it fell naturally in waves around her excited face, she then paused for a quick breath and opened the door.

Her smile wide and threatening to split her face in two as her eyes met his.
“Well,” She began, mirroring his pose and leaning against the partly opened door slightly, cheek against the edge as she looked up into his face. “That was quick.” She giggled, all at once feeling that overwhelmed sensation seeping into her.

“I am glad you ‘re here though, won’t you come in?” Heather stepped back and opened the door wider, waiting until he was passing to add playfully. “If you’ve thirty seconds to spare I can probably even manage to include a grand tour of the place.”
The door clicked shut and all of a sudden Heather felt a little embarrassed by her apartment. She had no idea where or how Wendell lived, apart from the fact that it would be big enough for them both, but she was sure it was considerably larger and more comfortable than her little studio flat was.

“And seeing as you’re here…I might as well show you around…” She inclined with her head and a hand for him to follow her and she led him around, to her bedroom, to the lounge area and then back to the kitchen. Not bothering to show him the dingy little bathroom. She cleaned well, and had cleaned again when she knew he’d be coming to pick her up, but there was no hiding the fact that she was making the best of a pretty bad situation. The whole tour took less than a few minutes and soon they were stood almost where they had started.

She leant back against a kitchen counter slightly, suddenly unsure of what to say. Smiling shyly at the man before. The man who had already done so much and yet seemed ready and willing to do more.

“I don’t really have much in, but I’m sure I could manage a fruit juice for you…or a coffee, maybe? If you’d like?” Heather offered although it wasn’t what she wanted to offer at all. She wanted to offer him anything and everything he wanted. She wanted to feel those hands against her skin, feel those lips against her and those eyes on her body. She was as ready and willing as him. Just like the message she’d been intending to send in reply.

She’d been ready for quite some time.

 

[marauder13]

Heather look positively scrumptious in her casual wear when she opened the door. It showed off everything he loved about her, without appear in the least bit slutty or "trailer park chic". He seriously doubted that she ever would like that at all. If his eyes were good, she was still wearing the same makeup as during the interview, but other than that, she was nicely casual, and very much Heather.

Of course, he was also greeted with a smile that could have blinded if outside during daylight. He jacked his own smile up a notch or two in reply, knowing that he had little hope of matching hers.

“Well, that was quick.”

"Well, we Knights in Shining Armour are in greater need these days, so we now how to haul it when needed."

She gave him a cute little giggle, which had him wondering what she had been thinking or feeling prior to bring out such a delightful sound.

“I am glad you ‘re here though, won’t you come in?”

With a slight nod, he passed through the door after she made room for him to slip past, which he made the most of; he brushed up close to her making fully body contact that he slowed a little to stretch out that time just a bit more before he had to do the polite thing and keep going, rather than molest her in the open doorway.

“If you’ve thirty seconds to spare I can probably even manage to include a grand tour of the place.”

"Why not. I think it would be nice to see what Castile Dean looks like. Plus, tonight, Heather, I have all the time that you could possibly need."

He heard the door click shut behind them. He could feel the anxiety radiating off her like the heat from the sun, and just as strongly as well. he did his best to now show his awareness of her feelings in that regard, focusing more on the fact that he was once more with her socially, and looking forward to enjoying every moment of that time with her.

“And seeing as you’re here…I might as well show you around…”

He did as any dutiful guest would do, and followed Heather on her tour of the apartment. Of course, he paid absolutely zero attention to the place she was vacating, instead focusing on the tour guide herself, peeling back the clothing in his mind, reminding himself on the delights so cruelly hidden behind the barriers of fabric. But once the tour was over, Heather leaned back against the kitchen counter, giving him a shy smile that was evoking all manner of naughty thoughts and feelings within him. Something about that air she gave off when she was uncertain made him want to overtly take charge of the situation. Not having been with her for months, nearly every thought concerning Heather was strongly linked to sex.

“I don’t really have much in, but I’m sure I could manage a fruit juice for you…or a coffee, maybe? If you’d like?”

Wendell laughed with much heart felt humour. "Heather, the sole reason for my being here is to take you away from here. Thank you, though, for the offer of something to drink, but I was going to make you a similar offer when we got back to my place. Hazarding at a rough guess, I think I have more on offer, and you might like some of the options a bit better.

"Shall we close off this chapter of your life, and truly open the next one?"

He walked over to where she was leaning, confidence enveloping him as if it were tangible. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her upright against his body. His lips found hers easily, blazing heat pressed against her soft cushioned flesh. The initial slow action soon faded into more frenzied movements that filled the room with wet, smacking noises and low moaned growls from Wendell as the long dormant desire for his High School crush flared into the great bonfire once more.

His nostrils flared while he gazed deeply into the eyes that had captivated him when he first looked on them so closely at the reunion. "Let's get your luggage, and get you home, huh?" He reluctantly separated himself from Heather and looked around for her bags.

Once they were gathered, he walked with her down to his jeep, loading the luggage into the back, then helped Heather into the passenger's seat before climbing up into the driver's side. As he settled, Wendell looked over at Heather with a very serious expression.

"I know you have had your doubts about this, and believe me when I say I have double and triple checked my reasons and decisions behind it too. I will admit to some rather selfish reasons for the various arrangements, which you can easily figure out. But ultimately, everything I am doing is to help you get on your feet again. There are a few things that are set in stone, but everything else is free to change as you feel." Wendell took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm not going to force you to share my bed, but then I'm not going to force you to stay out of it. You'll have your own bedroom which you can use. I'd love you to sleep with me, but only if that is something that you want to do, not out of some obligation for what I am doing for you. I just want to stress that. Don't feel that you have to repay me beyond in those ways I have already declared."

He started the car, pulled out and drove back to his home, more or less ignoring Heather for the drive. He did it out of safety concerns for them both. He knew if he allowed himself to look at her, he would do so more often than was safe. When they got home, he would have all the time he would like to look at her, and really enjoy it without the distraction of driving. The neighbourhoods flowed and changed as they went, becoming more and more up market as they went. The last change brought them into a clearly expensive section of town when substantial sized homes sat on generous parcels of land; no mansions on acreage, but neither were they small houses that when a window was opened you could lean out and touch the wall next door.

Wendell slowed down and pulled into a driveway of a two story home, bringing the jeep into a two car garage which only housed the one vehicle. The door slowly rolled to a close behind them as he killed the engine.

"We'll get the luggage a little later. Come one in, and let me show you a little of your new home."

He waited for Heather at the bottom of the short flight of stairs to a door, which lead them into the hall. To the left was the front door, and a short distance to the right was the opening to the lounge room.

The floor was carpeted with a thick pile light earth toned carpet, and there were two sofas and a couple of recliners facing a rough stone fireplace which had an enormous flat screen TV sitting above it. The entire room gave off an air of comfort and relaxation.

"I know this is only one room, but what do you think?" He had the eager look of one desperately seeking approval. Without waiting too long, Wendell grabbed Heather and pulled her into a passionate, ravishing kiss. While their lips and tongues were embraced, he started them lowering down toward the floor, first to their knees, then down onto Heather's back. He pinned her to the floor, continuing to lay claim to her via her mouth before finally coming up for air.

"I have waited so fucking long for this, Heather Dean, but I can't wait any longer. I need to fuck you... really, really badly need to fuck you."

 

[Britwitch]

"Heather, the sole reason for my being here is to take you away from here. Thank you, though, for the offer of something to drink, but I was going to make you a similar offer when we got back to my place. Hazarding at a rough guess, I think I have more on offer, and you might like some of the options a bit better.

"Shall we close off this chapter of your life, and truly open the next one?"

"I think that sounds like a great idea," Heather replied, feeling her breath catch as Wendell walked over. Everything about him was sure and certain and she felt them drawing her closer like a beacon. She needed some certainty in her life, she had been lost in this existence for so long that she'd almost come to believe that maybe this was her lot in life. That she was never going to have more than this, and to try would only end in disappointment. Wendell shone out in the existence as a golden opportunity that had already had such a profound affect on her life.

His arms drew her close, although she was already moving towards him when he did. His kiss was warm, then hot, then she was barely able to breathe. The need, the want, consuming her. The feelings she felt on many a lonely night, revisiting the reunion in her mind, memories of those wonderful days with him keeping her going, heating up her mind and body as her fingers trailed the pathways his had.

"Let's get your luggage, and get you home, huh?"
"Home," She repeated softly, her voice breathy and husky from their kissing. "That sounds wonderful. Yes, please."

Soon the flat was left darkened and empty save for it's furniture, keys posted back through the door and resting upon the doormat, with it's former occupant almost skipping down to the jeep waiting outside. Heather settled herself in her seat and turned to find Wendell's expression almost worryingly serious.
"I know you have had your doubts about this, and believe me when I say I have double and triple checked my reasons and decisions behind it too. I will admit to some rather selfish reasons for the various arrangements, which you can easily figure out. But ultimately, everything I am doing is to help you get on your feet again. There are a few things that are set in stone, but everything else is free to change as you feel."
Heather felt some colour and heat filtering onto her cheeks as he continued.

"I'm not going to force you to share my bed, but then I'm not going to force you to stay out of it. You'll have your own bedroom which you can use. I'd love you to sleep with me, but only if that is something that you want to do, not out of some obligation for what I am doing for you. I just want to stress that. Don't feel that you have to repay me beyond in those ways I have already declared."
"I don't. And I won't, I'm sure." Heather leant over to kiss his cheek chastely. "And I'll sleep where I want. Have no fear of that." She giggled softly, settling back in her seat and letting him drive them away.

The rise was quiet, him driving, her simply revelling in the new sense of freedom that had settled around her the minute the jeep had pulled away. Realising it had really come earlier, the moment she saw him at her door the feeling had started. Wendell was offering her so very much and she didn't honestly know how she would ever be able to adequately thank him. But she knew the first step would be to enjoy every moment of this new life.
Stealing glances at him on the way, she spent most of the time trying to learn new landmarks, new routes, trying to place her new home.

And when they got there Wendell's home looked like a home. It was growing dark but she could tell there was a garden, it looked to have two floors and even the garage they pulled into made her smile.

"We'll get the luggage a little later. Come one in, and let me show you a little of your new home."
She just nodded with an excited grin as she unclipped her seatbelt and slid out from the car. That nervous feeling trying to creep back in, trying to convince her this was just another day dream but she pushed it back. Or tried to.

Holding his hand helped.

They climbed the small flight of steps into the main house and Heather felt momentarily out of place. Everything was comfortable looking and clearly of high quality - almost the polar opposite of what she was used to. She wet her lips as she turned around slowly, taking in the lounge.

"I know this is only one room, but what do you think?"
"Oh Wendell, it's lovely," Heather breathed as she turned back to meet his face. His expression was adorable, hopeful and eager and she was about to kiss his cheek when he took hold of her and kissed her first.

If the kiss in her apartment had been hot, this was searing. Lips sliding across one another's, tongues flickering between their mouths. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling their mouths closer - if that was possible.
Then they were moving, lowering to the floor, the kiss not pausing for a moment and soon he was on top of her.
Impossibly soft carpet cushioning her and caressing the bare skin on her back while his frame pinned her down.

"I have waited so fucking long for this, Heather Dean, but I can't wait any longer. I need to fuck you... really, really badly need to fuck you."
She looked up into his face, his need, his desire obvious before he voiced them. Her smile almost coy.
"Well, that's good because I really," She lifted her head and kissed him softly on his lips. "Really." His jaw this time. "Really!" Then his neck. "Need to be fucked." Back up to his mouth. "By you!"
Heather lowered her head back down on to the carpet, holding his gaze with hers.

"Please Wendell." She asked softly, but with her own need rippling through her voice. "Please...give me what I need?" Even white teeth caught on her lower lip, slightly swollen from their kissing session, and she smiled. "Please Wendell, fuck me." Her fingers curled into his hair for a second before her arms slipped down from his neck to lay lightly on the carpet on either side of her head. "Please fuck me, now."

 

[marauder13]

Heather's reply left Wendell grinning like an idiot, and he didn't give a damn how he looked. He had a good idea that she would be agreeable to the idea, but the way she agreed was what made the bigger impact on him.

"Please fuck me, now."

The words faded from his ears as out of the corner of his eyes he watched her arms drop to the sides of her head, looking like she was holding her hands up in surrender to him. He stared at her for a moment or two, letting the tension build within him to an even more delicious level before finally allowing himself to act.

Slowly and deliberately, his eyes tracked from her own past her lips and the tasty length of neck until he gazed on the cleavage peaking up from the vest she was wearing. Heather was a wonderfully luscious curved woman who was healthily padded without being fat and with a good distribution of her weight over her body to give her the curves that the 40's and 50's sirens worked so hard to achieve. The vest showed off those curves to near perfection, as well as presenting her bust in a favourable manner that was still respectable. Not that he cared about respectable at that moment.

Wendell shifted his centre of mass enough to allow his arms to move more freely and not crush Heather beneath him as he worked with a degree of hormonally driven haste to get her chest finally exposed. The near frantic activity ceased suddenly as Wendell simply adored Heather's breasts once more. To him, they were perfect in size, shape, placement and any other measure a person could apply. They were Heather's, which made them practically flawless.

He took each breast in a hand, caressing them before firmly pressing his hands into the firm, abundant globes. Between signs of hot breath, he suckled and nuzzled mouthfuls of her breasts, kissing them as well as letting his teeth graze the soft, smooth skin. His body undulated against Heather while he switched between the succulent bounties he was tasting and enjoying. Having held off long enough, he zeroed in on her nipples, drawing the less smoother flesh into his hot, eager mouth. His lips, tongue and teeth all took random turns at compressing the pinnacles, working them into harder and harder nodules with the hope and desire of sending Heather into places of bliss that she would have difficulty returning from.

He released the captive nipple with a loud pop to enable him to return to her mouth, kissing her harder, deeper and with more need than ever before. Nestled between her legs, his hips started to grind against hers without his awareness. Once more, he looked at her with a broad grin, his eyes flickering between each of hers.

"I'm not sure about this, but I think that there may be a little more work that needs to be done before we get around to the fucking we both so seriously desire, don't you?"

 

[Britwitch]

Heather held back a giggle as calmness gave way to almost panic. She helped as much as she could as Wendell peeled the vest from her torso, making short work of the bra until she was naked from the waist up, bared to him. Blushing as he caught his breath and just…looked. No one had ever truly admired her and made her feel as worthy as he did. Sure she’d had more than her fair share of men leer at her cleavage but the appreciation, the desire in his eyes was unparalleled to anything she’d experienced before.

Then he moved his hands, large palms massaging soft flesh and making her sigh. Heather’s back arched up from the plush carpet beneath her, pushing her breasts towards his face, urging him to lavish more attention on their peaks. Every suck, every tug of his teeth, send a pulse down through her body to add to the heat building between her thighs. Soon she was whining as she writhed and rippled beneath him, nipples painfully hard as he teased and tasted.

She kissed him hungrily when he stopped and brought his face level with hers once more, arms rising from the carpet to twine around his neck and draw him closer. Every roll of his hips welcomed and matched by her own.

"I'm not sure about this, but I think that there may be a little more work that needs to be done before we get around to the fucking we both so seriously desire, don't you?"
“I would have to agree.” She suspected he meant clothes, that there were still far too many layers between them for the things they wanted to happen unhindered. But she was desperate to do something for him. To show him how grateful she was, how happy to be there. With him.

She tried to roll them over, and was partly surprised when she managed it. Sitting astride his waist and kissing him again. A curtain of ebony falling down around the meeting of their lips. Suckling and nibbling on his lower lip while hands worked below his neck to unbutton his shirt. Pulling it to the sides so that bare chest and stomach was soon beneath her.

Long waves of hair now trailed down his chest as she kissed her way down the centre of his body, letting her mouth lead her down his torso while fingers worked feverishly to open his jeans. Still achingly hard nipples grazing his skin, making her whimper at the contact. Kneeling between his legs she brought firming flesh from beneath the denim and lavished the same attentions on it as his mouth had done to her chest. Lips sealing around while tongue lapped and stroked. A hand curled around the base to squeeze and massage, then continuing to pump her fist while she lifted her mouth from him and shifted it to take a heavy sac into her mouth.

She knew she probably wouldn’t be allowed to bring him to a climax, there were other things that both of them needed to do before that came but that didn’t quell her desire to kiss every inch of him, to please him as completely as she could. Deciding there and then that every kindness he did to her would be repaid. And more.

And the list was already pretty lengthy. She smiled as she suckled the other sac and then returned her attentions to the head of his length. She had a lot of repaying to do.

 

[marauder13]

Wendell was so caught in the moment, that when he realized that Heather was trying to roll them both over, he helped her along, curious to see what she had in mind. he had ideas of what he was going to do to her next, but anytime Heather showed an interest in doing something was a time where he was willing to go with the flow.

He went with the kisses, following her general lead, and while he was surrounded by the beautiful curtain of ebony, he lifted his hands to rest against Heather's hips while she straddled him in a way that brought back vivid memories of her in just a suit jacket. Wendell was aware, if only just, of the eager hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt to free his torso.

Hot, equally eager lips trailed down his body, destroying any coherent thoughts that tried to manifest in his mind. Everything was focused on the feel of her kisses, her breath and the brush of her incredibly soft hair against his starved skin. He whimpered in delight, need and desire, all the while wanting to compliment her, encourage her and suggest things to her.

Then he ceased to be as a person or entity when her lips found his aching appendage. He became a mass of blissful sensations that remained in one general place while the woman of his dreams showed her feelings for him with her mouth. It was all too much for Wendell; he had forgotten how much she meant to him, and having the recent reminders went deeper than the primal forces the brain responded to. One fleeting thought that lasted long enough to register was that he might actually die from what was happening, but before he lost coherence again, he thought it would be a magnificent way to go.

After what felt like an eternity, Wendell rallied himself and weathered the tumultuous forces of bliss Heather was subjecting him to and opened his eyes to a blurred rendition of his ceiling. Gaping and panting for breath, he lifted his head from the floor, staring almost blankly at the divine beauty between his legs so diligently loving him. His arms moved with a panicked motion, as if it was the last thing he would ever do. His hands gripped Heather's head roughly, and jerked her from his appendage. Like a connection was broken, his mind cleared immediately.

Partially lifting himself off the floor, and partially pulling her up his body, Wendell crushed Heather's lips under his. He broke the kiss for a moment, staring deeply into Heather's eyes before he rolled them over so Heather was on her back. He shuffled his legs, shucking his shoes, removing the socks and pulling down his jeans, all while staring at her like she was the only thing in existence. Finally freed of his clothing, he lunged to give her a sound kiss, before he scrambled down her body a little, and worked removing her jeans and remaining clothing.

Wendell wasted no time in kissing her other set of lips. He licked all over her sex and close areas of skin. He lapped up the taste of her arousal wherever he found it. Soon after, his tongue was exploring her delights in full, probing the hole that led to deeper pleasures as well as finding the place that would propel her to heaven just as easily as she was propelling him.

He kept showing her the depths of his feelings for her wanting her to feel the glorious release that he wanted to give her. He was enjoying all he did, and would do so until she begged him to stop, or he brought her to the peak of her pleasure for the first time in months.

 

[Britwitch]

Heather was just slipping into an easy and delicious rhythm when it seemed she’d already been more successful than she realised. Strong hands suddenly gripped her head and all but dragged her from upon him, worried that she might have done something wrong she recognised the need in his eyes and understood. Still, she was a little shocked, the strength in his arms and the urgency in his expression was surprising. But exciting. Breathless she let herself be hauled up his body until their mouths once again collided. She was sure she could kiss him forever and never tire of the feeling of his lips and the taste of his tongue.

Soon they were as they had been, her beneath, him above, gradually more of his flesh was revealed but throughout it all his eyes never left her face. She blushed under the intensity of his stare. It was unfamiliar to be on the receiving end of so much attention but she had to admit she liked being the focus of his. Another heart stopping, breath stealing kiss and then the rest of her clothes were gone.

Heather cried out as the heat of his mouth was swiftly applied to her sex, hands gripping the pile of the carpet as her hips writhed wantonly against his face. There were no words between them, they were not needed and, probably, beyond the command of either of them. Just sounds. Whines and whimpers from her, rising steadily in volume and frequency. Everything was better than she’d dared to remember it, he was no less proficient and yet somehow moreso. In a matter of minutes she knew his mouth was being filled with her excitement, her enjoyment. Her hands alternated between running through her own hair as it spilt across the floor, stroking through his and reaching out uselessly against the carpet.

“Wendell…” Heather’s voice was wavering and breathy. Beneath his mouth her clit was pulsing and throbbing more than a little distractingly. She could feel the waves of pleasure sweeping through her with almost painful power. It had been so long…

She knew if she gave in, if she let him push her over the edge, she’d be useless. She knew when her orgasm hit it would be overwhelming and as much as she wanted to feel the heat she knew was coming, to feel that delicious moment where it felt the world would explode, she wanted more. Needed it.

“Wendell, please…” A loud cry and a shudder so powerful that she was worried might cause him to injure himself. “Oh please…please, stop…I…”
She managed to half sit up before another flicker of his tongue sent her dropping back down again. “Wendell, please…fuck me…” She was desperate. “Please…!”

In that moment, the job, the house, the money, the future, all of it faded into non-existence. All she wanted, all she needed, was the man driving her towards a peak that she thought might knock her out. She had missed him, so very much. More than she’d allowed herself to admit.
Steeling herself she tugged at his hair until their eyes met. Hurriedly, she begged.

“Please Wendell, make me yours again…”

 

[marauder13]

The room was full of the musicial sounds of Heather getting more and more excited and aroused, along with the ever increasing aroma of her excitement. He wanted nothing more that to make her happy, to gift her with something in return for the gift she had given him. But the taste of her, along with the other reminders, were intoxicating. Wendell was lost in some deep primitive part of his brain, making sure that his woman was not going to be tempted by any other man who might come sniffing around. She was his, only his, and there would be little doubt in anyone's mind about that fact.

“Wendell…”

If he ever wanted to know how an Angel's voice would sound, Wendell had an example. His name, while spoken by Heather before, had never sounded so good as it did right then.

“Wendell, please… Oh please…please, stop…I… Wendell, please…fuck me… Please…!”

He felt her move against him under the effects of the pleasure he was giving her, but he felt more. He caught a glimpse of Heather rising, a look of desperation disappearing as one of extreme pleasure washed over her, bringing him a swift smile while he continued to lap up her love. But she was calling out to him, and his mind shifted enough to listen to her, in case he was doing something wrong.

Her pleas cut through the lower brain functions, forcing him to slow down his efforts and focus on her words, her needs so clearly spoken. She wanted him even more intimately than they were. Her need for him to fuck her drove all thought from his mind again as the same primal drive grabbed hold.

But at the same time, another grabbed hold of him, by his hair. His face felt cold, removed from the delicious source of heat. His eyes came into focus, then narrowed down on the pair before him, ones surrounded by glowing, sweat washed skin.

“Please Wendell, make me yours again…”

He almost lost hair as he lunged forward, his own damp face almost colliding with hers as he kissed her deeply. One hand held the back on her neck, at the shoulders as he pushed her back down onto the floor, smoothing entering her blazing heat as he settled on her. His mouth remained locked on hers as he took her. He knew deep down what she desired of him, and he was more than willing to provide it. His hips drove himself deeply into her, the hard pace held steady by his own need for her. It was like they were primitive ancestors of humans copulating while they had the chance, in order to keep the species alive. But through it all, there was something else Wendell felt, and the glimmer of the sane Wendell hoped that Heather felt too. It was more than just a deep needed desire to fuck the other senseless. Wendell had a deep felt need for Heather; for her to be a part of him, his life. He wanted to keep her, make her happy, to be the most desired woman known and have her flourish into the magnificent woman he knew her to be.

How long he took her he had no idea, but his body began to ready itself for the ultimate joy. His kissing of her stopped, and his gaze bored into her soul as the final thrusts were taken. He felt himself swell just before he exalted within her, the torrent of his physical love for her matching the more ephemeral love for her. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling back as wave after wave of bliss rolled over him, reminding him of the time they were last together.

Spent, Wendell was on the verge of tears, yet he had never felt so good before in his life. But the water broke free, running down his face before becoming a soft rain on Heather.

"Heather." He took a few breaths and a loud swallow that removed a large lump within his throat. "Thank you. For everything." He leaned down, and left a gentle kiss on her lips. "Heather Dean, I love you."

 

[Britwitch]

Heather thought she had experienced the heights of pleasure. The time spent with Wendell after the reunion had eclipsed anything and everything she had ever known or ever dared to dream. But even those squirm inducing memories, the ones she'd called on in the depths of the night in the months that had followed, even they turned to dust as Wendell refreshed her memory, in the most vivid of ways, of just how good they were together.

It was fast, and hard, and needy...and everything she knew she wanted. Were the carpet not so absurdly soft, she knew her back would doubtlessly be rubbed raw from the friction of their coupling. She tried to watch him, to keep her eyes focused on him for as long as possible, although the waves of delight were making it increasingly difficult for her own eyes to focus on anything for long. But this was more than that. What stole her breath was not the force of his taking of her. It was the look in his eyes and the urgency in his kisses.
This was more than just want. More than physical need.

Undulating beneath him as much as his hold would allow, Heather tried to show him she wanted him just as much. In every conceivable way. Every kiss was held as long as their breath would allow, every meeting of their eyes sending a fresh ripple of excitement dancing down her spine. She was sure she could never be with another, would never want to be with another, and as they both hit the heights of their own personal ecstasy Heather made a silent vow to make sure Wendell never wanted another.

The hazy smile on Heather's face exploded into one of pure joy at his admission.
"I love you too, Wendell." She kissed him back, slowly but firmly. "I do. So much." She was still breathless and whenever their eyes met she felt her insides jolt with fresh excitement.

"I can't think of anything that you need to thank me for Wendell, but," She smiled up at him shyly. "I know I owe you so much. You've changed my life, in so many ways, already. So thank you Wendell. For saving me, more that you may ever know that you have."
She kissed him again, the kiss slow and deep, her lips trembling as a sudden rush of emotion surged through her and threatened to make her cry.

He had saved her. Truly. In every way it was possible to save a person. He had given her hope in a world where there was none, and while she may never be able to tell him every other way in which he had, she would make sure she thanked him a hundred times over for each one.
"So," She beamed, her voice finally sounding less breathy as her heart finally began to resume something like a normal rhythm and speed. "As lovely as this room is? I feel like there's a lot more you would like to show me."

 

[marauder13]

Wendell remained resting above Heather, pressing his body against hers, keeping her lovingly trapped beneath his frame. Sated was not a word that came even close to explaining the way he felt after renewing his bond with Heather, as it only covered a fraction of what he felt. His own declaration about how he felt about her was right; the moment it left his lips he knew it was true beyond any doubt. But hearing her own similar declaration spoken back to him was uplifting.

"I can't think of anything that you need to thank me for Wendell, but, I know I owe you so much. You've changed my life, in so many ways, already. So thank you Wendell. For saving me, more that you may ever know that you have."

He knew the kiss was coming, and met her half way, sinking into the softness of her lips as the long exchange of affection passed between them. He wanted to share everything with her. Not even once did he ever think that they would be lovers, he doubted that they would ever acknowledge each other let alone fuck. Over ten years had passed to make the impossible dream a reality.

But for Wendell, the most important matter was helping Heather get on her feet again. That he was able to help her, give her the stability she needed to make a better life for herself, was the most important factor in it all.

By a tiniest of margins. Also being able to have some great sex with her as well was also a great deal for him. He wouldn't lie about it. But he knew it ran a close second to the real reason for helping her. Every male, and a couple of lesbians and bisexual women he knew, all wanted to land between her legs, do all manner of rude and naughty things with her, and envied those who managed to do it. Even Wendell laboured under the delusion that he was better for her than the walking slabs of meat and bone that dated her and bragged about how great she was.

"So, as lovely as this room is? I feel like there's a lot more you would like to show me."

Wendell's face darkened slightly as he laughed a little. "You know, you're right. There are many other rooms to show you, but I don't think we would survive seeing all of them in one day. I mean, look at what happened when I showed you this room. What would you be like when I show you your bedroom, or the bathroom?"

Wendell lifted himself to his knees between Heather's out stretched legs. His let his eyes wander over her nakedness, appreciating her body yet again. While she was not lithe, neither was she overly padded. Her bust was a point of awe and curiosity for many years, and it had lost nothing over the years. He loved the way her body curved in the right places, and if not flat where it was meant to be, the lack in linear features was not something that detracted from her. All the time he was looking at her, his fingers ran the length of her legs for as far as he could reach.

"Oh, sorry. I seriously got rather distracted." He rocked smoothly to allow himself to stand, extending his hands to help Heather get up from the floor. "At the very least, let me show you the main bathroom and the bedroom that will be yours. After that, we can work out what we're doing next."

 

[Britwitch]

"You know, you're right. There are many other rooms to show you, but I don't think we would survive seeing all of them in one day. I mean, look at what happened when I showed you this room. What would you be like when I show you your bedroom, or the bathroom?"
Heather couldn't help but laugh. Her cheeks colouring and eyes sparkling.

As wonderful as things were with Wendell when they were naked, and clothed for that matter, she loved how he made her feel the rest of the time. She'd never been with overly attentive lovers, that was for sure, but she'd never spent time with someone who made her smile half as much as he did.
Truth be told once activities in the bedroom had run their course, her partners never really stayed around long enough for conversation to take place. Yet another reason for why Wendell meant so much to her. He loved her, all of her and all of time.

She blushed a little more as she watched him looking down at her. His eyes ever moving, apparently taking in every curve on her body. Another kind of attention she figured she would have to get used to. A kind she knew she could definitely get used to.

"Oh, sorry. I seriously got rather distracted. At the very least, let me show you the main bathroom and the bedroom that will be yours. After that, we can work out what we're doing next."
She giggled softly, taking his hand and pushing with her legs to help him get her onto her feet again. Her chest against his front and one of her hands rising naturally to rest upon his shoulder.
"I noticed," She smiled shyly. "But I think that sounds like a plan and one we should be able to do without too many...distractions leading us astray." Biting her lip she pushed up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I think the bedroom and bathroom should then be followed by a stop at the kitchen?" She grinned, feeling more relaxed than she had done in months. "I don't know about you, but I'm rather hungry and...I might have to sate said hunger with things other than food if I'm not careful." She quirked a brow and kissed him again. Light and sweet and genuine.

Keeping her other hand in his, she stepped back from him slightly. The pair of them naked as the day as they were born, between her thighs she could feel the heat and evidence of their latest coupling and it felt just as it should. She would get dressed again if he did but, she didn't feel that awkardness she'd felt with other partners.
"Lead on, Wendell." Heather smiled. "Best I let you show me the way to go."
He had already shown her so much, about herself and what she was capable of. About what she truly deserved.

She knew she would gladly follow wherever he led her.

 

[marauder13]

Wendell wanted to beam like a small child that got the wished for birthday present. But he extended a hand to take one of Heather's, and led her down the short hallway to the stairs that lead to the upper level. On reaching the top of the stairs, he led her to the door closest to the stairs, where he opened it with his free hand.

"This is your room. Within reason, you can decorate it as you want, and put whatever furnishings in there that appeal."

Within was a sparse room; a double bed, a couple of bedside sets of drawers and a built in wardrobe, and a decent amount of floor space. He gave her a minute or two to have a look at the room, then gently guided her down to the next door, which revealed a well appointed bathroom. Spacious shower, toilet, vanity, all the little things that made a bathroom work well.

"This is the... communal bathroom," Wendell said with a little laugh. "At least in this one, there are no large counters for you to be trapped on, but I do believe that the shower could be a little dangerous under the 'right' circumstances. Now, if you want, you are more than welcome to use the shower now to refresh yourself before we retire to the kitchen to have something to eat. After that, I think it would be good to help get you settled in."

He leaned against the wall, the string of events since getting the call from Heather had finally caught up with him. Before him stood a woman he had dreamt about, and fantasized about for years, totally naked and filled the air about them with the strong aroma of their combined arousal. He knew how bad her life had gotten, and he wanted to help her. He was more than capable of helping her, and made her offers that would be of great benefit to her. But he also knew what it was about her that got her into the trouble she found herself in, and it was something that was prone to abuse by himself if he was not careful. A small part of him delighted in the weakness she had, and how he could repay her for all of her torments during school. He listened to the voice that spoke that way, smiled, and ignored the desire and intent completely.

He loved her, he accepted that fully and without reservation. He knew she felt attracted to him, beyond what he was doing for her. He wanted to enjoy what they had, explore it further, build on it. But he didn't want her to think that it was another part of her repaying him for what he was doing. That was his biggest concern, that she would feel obligated to have sex with him. He wanted Heather to want to have sex with him, to desire it because of what it meant to her.

"Again, sorry for being off with the pixies, Heather. This is still a little hard getting used to. To be here, with you. Throw in nakedness and great sex, and I am prone to thinking that I might be dreaming, and if that was true, then I don't want to ever wake up.

"So... shall we freshen up, or will we head to the kitchen, full of the fragrance of naughtiness?"

 

[Britwitch]

The room was basic but it was far larger than any bedroom she ever remembered having and much bigger than she'd imagined her room would be in his home. That said, his whole house seemed far larger than she would have thought it would be. A man living on his own would only need so many rooms after all. Heather took a half step into the room, eyes tracking over the bed and the furniture. The contents of her case would fit more than easily into the wardrobe she was sure. Before she could reply that besides maybe hanging a mirror on the wall, she was sure the room was perfect as it was, Wendell was moving her back out of the room and along the corridor to a bathroom.

"It's lovely. Everything here is!" She insisted with a blush as she thought back to the reunion and the luxurious bathroom that had helped bring them together. She giggled, moving away to lean back against the edge of the sink.
"I think a shower would probably be a good idea," Heather replied after a moment's thought. "If we can control ourselves, of course." She grinned but it faltered when Wendell failed to reply. He was looking at her but...not.

She pushed away from the sink and walked towards him.
"Wendell? You ok?"

"Again, sorry for being off with the pixies, Heather. This is still a little hard getting used to. To be here, with you. Throw in nakedness and great sex, and I am prone to thinking that I might be dreaming, and if that was true, then I don't want to ever wake up."

Heather crossed the distance between them and kissed his lips softly, hands resting on his chest as she did.
"I'm just as astounded as you. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in my pokey little apartment, all on my own, with nothing special to look forward to. Ever! I don't think you realise just how much you've done for me already."

"So... shall we freshen up, or will we head to the kitchen, full of the fragrance of naughtiness?"
Heather smiled and pressed another kiss to his mouth.
"I think a quick shower with a little naughtiness and then," her fingers slipped into his hand, "to the kitchen." With a thoroughly mischievous chuckle and a wicked twinkle in her eye, she tugged him playfully towards the shower.

Under the warm water she managed to control herself, just, and washed him before letting him wash her. It wasn't that she didn't want to do things with him, she did, but she didn't want to make him think that was all she believed they shared. And so there was a lot of touching and rubbing, hands lingering in places where perhaps they probably shouldn't if the purpose was a quick shower, but they managed to keep themselves to themselves for the most part. After all, this wasn't just another chance meeting with a time limit, this was the first day of this new chapter of her life. There would be many more showers, plenty of naughtiness, she was certain. Once they were clean, large soft towels dried their bodies and after running fingers through her towel chaffed hair to remove the biggest tangles the pair headed out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

 

[marauder13]

Wendell loved the way she kissed him, making even the most chaste of kisses feel like a declaration of how much she loved him. Her mouth was one that God/Nature/Random Chance designed to kiss, and kiss well. He wouldn't deny the other talents which were just as spectacular in their own ways, but she definitely had a way of kissing him that made him feel special and adored.

"I think a quick shower with a little naughtiness and then to the kitchen."

The look on her face was so alive compared to when he first met her at the reunion. There was something to her look that got his heart beating a little faster, that or the comment about naughtiness in the shower. Either way, he willing allowed himself to be led by Heather to the shower.

Wendell was impressed with the combined display of willpower as the pair washed each other with a small amount of play in the mix. On Wendell's part, there was much general fondling of Heather's luscious figure, his hand confirming that his eyes had not been lying to him about what he had been seeing. He wanted to touch her so that his hands had touched literally all of her skin by the time he had finished. By the end, he wanted them to shower together every time one of them needed one, so he could enjoy the simple, yet highly enjoyable act of them getting clean.

Rejuvenated by the shower, Wendell got out and had a towel ready for Heather when she stepped out, and with another show of stellar self discipline, he not only didn't do anything naughty with her outside of the shower, he allowed her to dry herself while he dried himself. He was proud of himself for being accomplish such a difficult task.

Again, her hand found his, and the two walked off to the kitchen. He felt no need to fill the warm, accepting silence that accompanied them, the holding hands spoke enough to him and for him to make words unnecessary.

"One of those less spoken about advantages of being a lone bachelor is food. Now some, the lazy and inexperienced, will have little available on hand to eat. However, ones like myself, we plan ahead." He opened the fridge, and pulled out a tray of lasagne that could easily feed four people, maybe as many as six. "All we need to do it remove what we need, heat it up and add a little something to round it out."

Wendell did just that, getting two serves, and placing them in the oven, rather than the microwave, then pulled out a pre-made salad. A jug of cooled water was fetched along with some glasses.

"While it will take a little longer to heat up, this way it tastes a whole lot better. Also, the salad, when dropped onto the plate, is then stirred, and the heat makes it fragrant as well."

Wendell filled the glasses, and placed one in Heather's hand. "To you new future. May it bring you everything you need, want and desire."