Another Flash/Chapter One

Another Flash

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Chapter One

Trust me, never mix beer and whisky. Every time I do, I end up under the table… that is if I happen to be sitting at one. Luckily, last evening I wasn’t but today I felt like I had cracked my skull and my head was going to explode. My bones were so stiff, I could barely stand straight and walk. After I surveyed the stacked cartons, I decided I clearly lacked ambition. Moving was no fun at all. It distracted a little but I couldn’t shake my little love from my mind and my heart sank every time I thought of her. Maybe, after she gets settled in, she’ll give me a bell and let me know she’s doing well. Gawd, I miss her. Even better, maybe we can meet. Clearly, I would move heaven and earth to see her again.

With only half of my faculties functional, I dug through a carton until I found a packet of aspirin, popped them in my mouth and went in search of something I could wash them down with. My first thought was whisky, but unfortunately the bottle seemed to have developed a leak and not a drop was to be found inside. I assure you I tried and there was not one. Bugger, no beer left either. While I dug for the coffee pot, I realized there was no food in the house. Seriously, I should have thought of that and now I need to pop into town for breakfast, groceries and let’s not forget more aqua vitae. Then, in a few days or a week, after I get the wreckage packed away and sorted, I’ll bring in Misses Keller and maybe return the household to some semblance of normalcy. It’s nice to have food in the fridge that only needs to be warmed.

“Ding, ding... ding, ding,” went the door chimes and I didn’t have a clue about who would want to call on me, especially this early in the day.

That was until I opened the door and saw a young girl that looked familiar. My eyes were a bit bleary so I rubbed them and blinked until they focused, and greeted her in surprise, “Hiya, oh, oh, it’s Miss Emily, isn’t it?”

“Wotcha, Dick, why aren’t you dressed?” When I looked down, I realized I was still in my dressing gown.

“Oh, long night, love. Where’s my manners, come on in, I was about to do some coffee. Want that or some tea? Sorry, no milk, but there is sugar… somewhere in this mess. That’s all I have until I visit the grocers. Oh, there might be some pop if I can find it,” and led her through the jungle of cartons to the kitchen. But, hey, at least there is a table and chairs.

I cleared off the table and seated her while I dug through a carton and found a not so cold pop for her. Then, put my coffee on and desperately hoped the aspirin would do its duty soon. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to grab another packet.

“So, what brings you by so early? You look so bright and breezy this morning. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m not all here yet. Oh, that’s right, you wanted to help sort things.”

“See, I’m all dressed to help,” she stood and fanned her skirt showing off an old, rather threadbare, thin floral sun dress.

It was so thin I could make out a tiny pair of my favourite colour of knickers; hot pink. Of course, I could appreciate the natural pink I saw yesterday a lot more.

“Absolutely smashing! I love that dress ‘cause it makes you look so sexy. Turn around and let me see the back?”

Nice bum. I didn’t get a good look at it yesterday and the way her knickers were rucked into her crack, the bare cheek looked wonderful through the dress. Then, she bent over, flipped up the back, wiggled it at me and the breath caught in my throat. Oh, so sweet!

I took a few deep breaths and inquired, “Have you eaten yet? I’m going to pop out to the cafe before I go to the grocers. You’re welcome to join me but should check with your mum so she doesn’t worry.”

“I’m all by meself so let’s go. Mum don’t care. I practically lived with Arny when he was here.”

“It sounds like your mum works long hours and leaves you to fend for yourself. Where’s your father?”

“Don’t have one. Mum said the limp bastard ran off with some slapper after I was born.”

“Oh, no, I can’t imagine anyone leaving their family for some… slapper. Well, now you have me to look after you.”

Her eyes perked up when I said that and she threw her arms around me for a big, tight hug, telling me, “I really like you, Dick. I’ll be your bezzie mate.”

I pulled her to me, rubbed her back and informed her, “I like you too, my sexy girl,” and I really did. Then, I ruffled her hair and pointed out, “I need to dress so we can get to work on the disaster here before noon.”

She nipped my heels to the bedroom and watched intently while I dug through cartons until I found something to wear. When I started to remove my gown, I warned her, “I’m naked under this, so you had better not look if you don’t want to see,” she, well, evidently wanted to see.

Problem was, with her eyes on me, a little problem started to pop up, if you know what I mean. I cut the revelation short by quickly pulling on some boxers and getting dressed. Her eyes were glued to me the entire time and you couldn’t wipe the naughty little smile from her face. After all, she did show me hers yesterday and it was only fair, now wasn’t it?

We had a nice breakfast at the cafe, stopped by the bakers for bread, cakes, bikkies and a decadent sherry trifle I couldn’t resist, and then made our way to the grocers. I would say she was a prudent shopper. She made quick work of packing the trolley with what I really needed. Without her help I only had a general idea. Not only was she faster and more efficient, she did a much better.

After we packed away the food, we emptied cartons, which was another she was quite good at. However, I believe she was a bit nosy. I didn’t have to guess where everything went because she already knew. With her help, it only took us a couple of hours to cinch down the kitchen and I did bacon butties for lunch.

After we cleared the table, she insisted on unpacking and sorting the bath while I tore into the cartons in the lounge. By mid-afternoon, I was down to mounting the tele, hooking up the sound and tying everything into the electric mains. I was flipping through channels while I took a break on the sofa when she brought me some interesting items that piqued her curiosity and warranted my explanation.

Years ago, as a joke that didn’t go over all that well, I bought my wife a pair of fox ears with a tail mounted on a butt plug. I didn’t realize they were still around and figured she tossed them in the bin. Only now did I realize they somehow were packed away in the bath cartons, but she found them and couldn’t quite figure out how things worked.

She came attired with the fox ears, which were mounted on a headband, and they looked darling on her. Then, she handed me the tail and asked, “How are you supposed to wear this?”

“How much should I tell her?” That was the question I asked myself. We had only just met and I didn’t know how uncomfortable it would make her feel if I explained the butt plug to her. So, I meandered and side stepped a bit, telling her, “It’s a special kind of tail for adults.”

“Adults? Why is it just for them?” She inquired.

“You know how the tail sort of comes out of the fox’s bottom? That’s what this one does,” and then realized that maybe I shouldn’t have explained it that way.

She was genuinely perplexed by my obscure account, but it would probably shock her if I told her in gory detail how it actually worked. In retrospect, it was a needless concern.

“You must tell me how the tail fits so I can wear it?” She pleaded.

Then, I showed her the plug end of it and explained in a low voice, “This end goes in your bottom.”

“In me bum hole?” She asked a bit surprised but you could hear the excitement in her voice. “You’ve got to show me how it fits.”

I gulped when she said that and all sorts of indecent thoughts bounced around inside my skull. So, I explained, somewhat breathlessly, “Ah, well… uhhh... yes. Yes, it goes in your bum hole. Are you sure you want me to show you?”

“It won’t hurt, will it?”

“No, no, no, I don’t believe it will.”

“It will be fun, don’t you think? Let’s try,” and then she smiled and bit her lip while she emphatically nodded her head.

Did I want to put it in her bottom? Yes, I must confess, I really, really wanted to. No thought required there. So, I went to the bath to fetch the tube of lube I knew was there somewhere. I was stunned by the amazing job she did; the bath was perfectly sorted. Everything was in it’s proper place and I had no problem finding it.

When I returned, she was on her hands and knees with her skirt up and her little pink knickers, oh, and those marvelous bare cheeks, on prominent display. Some serious wood grew in my pants before I had her knickers off. Reverentially, I paid homage to those divine globes with my eyes and it was a metaphysical experience. If I looked at them for too long I would probably become a disembodied spirit. I couldn’t have that so I grounded myself with the sense of touch so I could stay in the real world and had nice feel of those marvelous… oh, so soft and warm cheeks.

“Your bum is incredibly sexy,” I spoke barely above a whisper as I gingerly plucked the gusset from her crack and little by little eased them down to her knees.

“I can tell you like it,” she informed me. “Your hands feel so nice.”

“You don’t know how nice your bum feels in my hands. I can’t stop,” and continued to caress and explore.

A finger wandered, by its own volition, deep into the musty crack until it found the luscious little pucker hidden inside and gently circled it. The sensitive little thing was very slick and it wasn’t from sweat. Of course, I needed a peek and with great care, carefully pried the cheeks apart and drank in the precious sight of the lovely rosebud, with humble veneration I might add. It was a bright pink just like the poochy little yawning pussy beneath it, and looked so dainty and delicious.

Then, I squeezed lube on my finger, smeared it around the wrinkled ring and my finger easily pierced it and smoothly slipped inside to the second joint. The tight little arse tube was cooking hot while I liberally coated the pliant walls of the interior. I enjoyed it so much I hated to stop and spent much more time than necessary so I could be sure there was plenty of lubricant inside.

She wiggled her bum and pressed into my fingers until my knuckles ground against her wrinkles and with a deep sigh told me, “Hmmm... feels so nice.”

That it did and I could spend hours at it, but I reluctantly removed my finger and lubed the plug. When I pressed it in, the mouth of her little arse hole gobbled it right up, and then clenched itself around the groove to hold it in place.

After I brought my breath under control, I pronounced that, “You, girl, now have a tail,” while I slowly twirled the plug around in her little bottom.

“Hmmm, I think I like having a tail. It makes my bottom tingle so nice,” she explained.

I couldn’t restrain myself and ran a finger through her slick little groove, which was a lot wetter than I anticipated. Thick, slimy syrup coated my fingers as I delved inside so I could tease the little tingle bean I knew I would find in there.

She jumped when I found it and moaned, “Oh, yeah, right there.”

“I thought you might enjoy a little rub,” I informed her, “I simply must have pictures of that adorable tail and ears,” while I frisked her little bud faster as I slid the plug in and out of her resilient little arse.

“Yes, I want to see pictures… Dick... oh, Dick... so good… so good,” she gasped, “I’m so glad you moved in next to me.”

“You can’t imagine how grateful I am that I did, my sexy girl.”

A little shiver began in her tail, and then her bum shook so much I couldn’t keep my fingers on the plug and released it. But I kept, and even stepped up the attack on her clit while I kneaded her lovely bum cheeks. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the floor then whimpered in joy while heavenly bliss ravaged her frame. That was more than I could handle and my balls blasted their sticky load into my shorts.

End Chapter One

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