“I did not find that appealing at all,” he replied remorsefully as he looked over his shoulder at you, the look on his face making you cackle with laughter.
“Ok. I won’t do that again. But, I don’t mind you giving my ass a little tap every now and again,” you said cutely, turning around and poking your ass out then wiggling it a bit for lida.
“Must I hit it with force?” he asked, in a befuddled voice.
“Only if you want me to moan,” you leered back cheekily.
He blushed heavily.
“I’m kidding!” you chuckled, “come on, just a little tap.”
Setting his jaw with determination he stepped forward then tapped your backside with the tips of his fingers then immediately recoiled with regret.
“I apologize for touching you inappropriately Y/N, forgive me,” he said earnestly with a sorrowful bow.
“You’re too cute.” You turned around and wrapped your arms around his head and neck that were at the perfect height for you to grab- due to his bow, and pushed his head between your breasts.
After hugging him for a bit, you let go then sat back down and invited him to sit as well so you could continue chatting.
Being a lazy Sunday, you unpacked a few more boxes, watched a movie, then wrapped up for the night.
“It is school tomorrow, Y/N. I will wait for you at the gates to this apartment and we can walk together,” he said with a closed lipped smile as he got up to leave.
“I know it’s school tomorrow, Tenya,” you teased him, “I’ll be on time… I promise.”
He nodded and you got up and gave him a warm hug then stretched up to allow your mouths to meet.
lida was getting a lot better at kissing and you
loved how his tongue gently caressed yours whenever he got more into it.
“Sleep well, Y/N,” lida said softly once you had finished making out.
“You too, Tenya, see you tomorrow,” you said with a smile, walking him to the door to see him off.
He had only just left when Mrs Craig popped her door open.
“Are you spying on me now, aunty? Gonna send scandalous messages to my mum about me making out with my boyfriend?” you teased.
“Nothing of the sort,” she replied smartly, peering over her glasses then winking at you, “I actually wanted to discuss our… newfound relation.”
“Yeah?” you asked, propping yourself up against your open door.
“Would you mind if we kept it a secret at school just until we can properly confirm—,”
“Yeah, no problems,” you replied, “I get it.”
“Ok. Thank you,” she replied with a smile, “I’m hoping to meet with your mother… my younger
sister, soon… you will let me know when I can meet with her, yes?”
“Yeah I’ll talk to lida tomorrow. Sorry… we kinda got sidetracked today and I forgot to ask him about it,” you replied sheepishly, “and no that’s not code for sex. Tenya… I mean, lida, doesn’t even know what sex is… I don’t think,” you added with a laugh.
Mrs Craig smirked.
“I don’t want to talk out of shop, but it’s the straight laced, strict and quiet ones, who you need to watch.”
“I’ll keep you posted,” you replied with amusement, “anyway. I’m gonna do more unpacking then sort my stuff out for school tomorrow.”
“Have a good night,” she replied, “and eat the rest of the mac and cheese too please, it needs to be gone.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice!” you said with a laugh, stepping off the door and walking back into your house, “BYE OG!”
Mrs Craig cracked a smile then went back into her own place.
The next morning you met lida at the apartment gates, walked to school, completed the school day, then headed home. Everything was starting to feel a lot more comfortable now that you had a new life to live.
“Hey uh, how’s my mum doing?” you asked him on the way home, “I know she’s in rehab and stuff, for the domestic violence and she-titties…”
“What was that word?”
“She-tittles, women titties… I was trying not to say shit.”
“You Just said it now.”
“I know. Sorry… anyway, yesterday, before you begged for me to spank you, I was supposed to ask if it was possible for my mum to have a visitor?” you asked.
“For the record,” lida said sternly, chopping his arm erratically with embarrassment, “I did not beg to be spanked. I was forced into it,” he added in a hollow, scarred voice, “and as for visitations, I would have to check. Were you wanting to visit her? I would strongly advise against it…” he warned.
“No, not me, for Mrs Craig- aunty Jane… same person,” you replied.
“Ah! I see. I will contact the authorities in charge and notify you,” he said with a polite smile.
“Thanks: you replied, reaching the gate to your apartment then letting the both of you in, “come up for dinner and chill,” you added, “it’s just me there and I get lonely.”
“I cannot allow you to feel sad or alone so I will stay,” he replied in a protective tone.
“For honour!” you roared suddenly in a deep voice, startling him.
You cackled when you saw him jump, still giggling as you grabbed for your keys to unlock the front door.
“I’ve almost finished unpacking,” you said proudly as you walked up the stairs then let yourself into your apartment, dropping your bag by the kitchen bench and straight-lining it to the fridge, “you want a drink? I went shopping late last night. The store down the road is really good. They even have—,” you stopped mid sentence as you grabbed a drink
then turned around to face him.
He had the softest look on his face and it made your heart act up.
“I was merely admiring you and enjoying your carefree speech,” he said lovingly, “please tell me more?”
“Here,” you said, passing him a popper of orange juice, “I know you like these.”
“Orange juice!” He said, almost too excitedly, and you giggled, ”ok, now go and sit down and I’ll make dinner.”
“No. I will help.” He put his popper down and walked over to the fridge then pulled it open, “what do you require for dinner?”
“First of all, sorry, but it’s only going to be ONE meal and not fuuuuuuudging FIVE,” you said, walking up beside him and looking in, “get the potatoes please… we also have more mac and cheese from Jane. Man that woman cooks a LOT. I’m not complaining though.”
You busied yourself, chatting away as you got peelers and knives and other things that you’d need.
“Tenya, can you…” You looked back at him holding onto a potato. “what are you doing?”
“This is a potato?” He held it up to look at it better.
“Yeah?” you asked with a confused chuckle, “what’s wrong?”
“Why is it not the correct colour?” he asked curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“Why is it not smooth and white?”