Twisted

7

October 16, 1983

Stevie stared at the clock, her knees pulled up to her chest. He was supposed to be coming home that day with all his stuff and it was broaching six in the evening and there was still no sign of him. She whined and kicked her legs lightly before she huffed and got off the couch. It's insane because she had never felt like she depended on anyone as much as she did him. She slept alone for four nights and the bed felt way to big, cold, and empty without him in it. That had never happened before. She used to love sinking into the middle of the bed and cocooning herself in the blankets but she could not for the life of her fall to sleep without him. She just missed him. Badly. She had only known the man for a couple of weeks but it was like apart of her was missing as soon as he left. 

She was about to start calling people to see if anything happened when she heard the door open. She immediately jumped off the couch and ran towards him. She didn't pay any mind to the dog barking at her from his master's side, she just launched herself into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. She hit him hard and he stumbled a little bit, but as soon as he regained his footing and steady himself he squeezed her tightly. 

"Did you miss me or something?" He asks.

"You have no fucking idea." She says into his neck. It was at that moment where the dog finally decided to jump up on Lindsey to get his attention. 

"Stevie this is Tucker, Tucker this is Stevie." Lindsey states as Stevie unravels herself from him. 

"What breed is he?" She asks.

"I don't know I got him from the shelter. I know he has black lab in him, but other than that I don't know what he is." Lindsey explains. 

"He looks cute." She smiles "Can I pet him." 

"He's technically your dog now to. But slowly. Introduce yourself to him."

She know firmly planted on her feet kneels down in front of the dog who was looking at her curiously. She held her hand out for the dog to sniff and then she smiled scratching at his ears. 

"Hello, Tucker I'm Stevie...I'm going to be your mama." Stevie chuckles giving the dog scratches. He was a friendly dog so Stevie wasn't as worried about it as she was. 

"So did you get all your stuff?" Stevie asks standing up and turning her attention back to Lindsey.

"Yeah, I did...do you want to show him around while I unload it all?" He inquires.

"Will he pull?" Stevie asks.

"He might, but if he does say Tucker pace, and he'll slow down." Lindsey explains holding out the leash to her. 

She gingerly takes it and she starts walking away. The dog sticks pretty close to her, almost like he was sensing that she was safe so he didn't have any reason to freak out. 

***

It was about two in the morning when Lindsey finally turned the light off in the closet and went out to the bedroom. Stevie was sitting up in bed, her glasses on her face writing in her journal. 

"Did you get it all set?" Stevie asks.

"I did. I um moved some of your stuff." 

"Oh?" She cocks an eyebrow.

I didn't touch any of your clothes, I touched your pajamas and your under garments. Come on." He motions with his head and she rolls her eyes and sets her journal on the bed before crawling out of bed and following Lindsey to the bedroom. All he really did was shifted some of the drawers that everything was in. Her sexy panties now had to be intermingled with her unsexy panties that she wore when she was menstruating, but that was about it. 

"You got me out of bed for this? For this?" 

"You wanted to know what I changed." He shrugs. 

She just looks up at him, crosses her arms and huffs. With that she slightly stomps her way back to the bed, her long black silk chemise with coral and mauve paisley print on it swaying as she walks. 

When Lindsey nestles in the bed with her, she puts her journal away and she rolls over, planting herself firmly onto his chest and she just stared up at him. 

"What?" He asks.

"I missed you." She tells him.

"Yeah, we've established that."  

"Yes. I missed you...you're never allowed to leave for that long every again. Night one was fine, but that was it." She tells him.

"Well then I win the bet." He smirks.

"What bet?" 

"The bet we made the night we decided to do this." He tells her.

"Ah, ah, ah...I haven't fallen in love with you quite yet. I've just become dependent on you, that doesn't mean anything." She taunts.

"Really, you haven't...I'm hurt." He goes to roll away from her teasingly, but she takes it to heart and she starts pulling on his bicep. 

"Linds..." 

"Linds, honey..."

"Lindsey." 

"Lindsey." 

"LIIINDSEYYY!" When she whined that's what got him to look at her. 

"What?"

All she does is she kisses him. It involuntarily deepens and Lindsey rolls over completely so he's on his back. In response she moves to lay on top of him and they lazily make out until he shifts under her and his length rubs against her causing her to moan out. 

The moan spurs something on between the two of them and then Stevie pulls him up by his jaw. His hands settle on her hips and she starts automatically grinding against him. He removes his tongue and mouth from hers and kisses down her jaw to her neck. He nibbles at the juncture of her neck and she gasps out starting to grind against him harder. 

Eventually they break apart for air and the tension surrounding them is thick. They stare at each other for a while and then they attack each other again, this time more needily and aggressively. She works on pulling him out of his pajama pants and he hikes her nightgown up. Her panties are shifted to the side and she sinks down on him and lets out a satisfied moan. 

They had sex for the first time that night. It wasn't anything special like Stevie had wanted, and they were both pretty much fully clothed but none the less they brought each other to orgasm and Stevie found out one important detail. He was a grower not a shower and boy did he grow. He filled her perfectly to the point where she felt full but it wasn't uncomfortable. 

When they've collapsed next to each other gasping out for breaths Stevie just starts laughing.

"What?' He asks.

"That's the best sex I've had in a long time." She answers honestly.

"Same." Lindsey states. He was the most wiped out and all he wanted to do was sleep.