Please Fuck Me, Eli (Intesex) Short Novella

Chapter 2

Season 1 Episode 2

Mia POV

As I attempted to ring the new door of the new neighbor/s bell, I balanced the box of milk on the wrapped cookies.

Given that I had nothing better to do, I decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies, of which I burnt two and ate three, leaving me with seven. I don't know how to bake, and the only time I've used the oven was to bake some cookies, which invariably resulted in some being burnt. I can't cook and will never learn how to cook, so until Lucas grows a bigger cock, he'll be eating tv meals that I spice up to appear like a freshly cooked meal, and the best part is, I never got caught in the act. He never took out garbage or looked through it, and he wasn't a man who questioned things because he was too busy deep in his job.

The door squeaked open as the lady from yesterday poked her head out; upon seeing me, she exposed her full body, allowing me to have a better look at her. Her body was drenched in perspiration, and I believed she was working out because she had earbuds in one ear and her breathing was erratic.

"Hello, I'm your left-hand neighbor." Consider that she was sandwiched between me and Mrs. Lamar, the real old cat woman.

"Hey."

Her husky, panty dripping voice took my breath away. I wasn't being sexist, but I was probably.

Her gaze traced my body, and I felt nothing but embarrassment.

"I see you're not wearing your nightgown."

I blushed with embarrassment as I hoped she had left yesterday in the past, which is why it is called yesterday.

"I baked you some cookies." I muttered sheepishly as I hold up the milk and cookies.

"Come on in here and put them down."

My mother always warned me not to enter strangers' homes. But with a voice like hers, I'll overlook that for a while. I walked in and was ready to remove my sandals when she stopped me.

"Put them right here." She remarked this while pointing to a coffee table. I anticipated her to kick me out of the home and make some excuse for needing to unpack, but she did the opposite and closed the door.

Maybe my mother was correct. I should not enter a stranger's home.

"What's your name?"

"Mia. Mia Bent, my husband's name is Lucas Bent, and you'll probably meet him soon because he's usually working." I rant off. She only wanted my name, not my entire existence.

"Well, then, Mrs. Bent—"

I raised my hand to stop her right there. Mrs. Bent is the last thing I want to be called. There is just Mia and nothing else.

"It's only Mia. There is nothing more or less."

"Alright Mia, my name is Elijah Wall. But you may call me Eli, and I'm not married. I haven't yet discovered the lucky woman." She winked at me again, and my eyes widened, clearly not because of the fucking wink, but because she was a lesbian. That helps to explain the cross-dressing.

"Do you not like gay people?" She inquired.

"Huh? What me? Of course, of course." As I understood that being silent may mean something different. I was bisexual, but there were no girls to date in Maryland, and my parents would murder me if they discovered me in the scissors position.

"I am bisexual mi self so no judge on that one."

"That's great, you love having a little bit of both worlds." She stated. She picks up the cookies and milk and walks into what I imagined was the kitchen.

"Come along with me."

I followed her into an empty kitchen that was only packed with boxes labeled "kitchen" and "kitchen tools" with paper tape.

I could tell she was extremely organized because if it were me moving, I would just put everything in a box and after I arrived at my destination, I would open each box and sift through them.

There were three high chairs out, and they were arranged around the vacant kitchen island. She placed the cookies by the milk box.

"You caught me right in the middle of a workout." I noticed how tall she was since she didn't have to tip to get to the top cabinet like I do, but just opened it and took out two glasses for the milk.

"Cardio?"

"No, that's for children. I work out with weights." I could hear her pride in her tone, and as my gaze fell over her entire physics, I understood how jacked she was. Her bicep was being squeezed out of her black tee, I could see a distinct six pack, and all I could think was Lucas Bent could never. Lucas has had a big tummy since high school. Which i grow to love. But, now looking at her...

"Can you lift me?" Maybe I asked the incorrect question since she gave me a smile, and I'll say it answered my query that she could indeed pull me up.

She poured the milk into both cups before unwrapping the cookies to show the seven cookies.

"It felt like there were 12 of them in there." She explained as she picked one up and chewed into it.

"There was, I burned two and ate three." I admitted hesitantly. She chuckled as she pushed the dish towards me, and I grabbed one up and chewed into it without hesitation.

"Do you go to work?" I inquired while I sipped my milk.

"I work from home in the technological industries."

I nodded, looking around the house.

"You know, I'm bored and can help you unpack." I offered softly.

She chuckled and shook her head, and I felt awful since I didn't want her to decline my offer.

"I am adamant. I have nothing planned. Plus, four hands are preferable than two." I contribute.

"Are you sure?" she questioned, with a doubtful expression on her face.

"Positive."

"How much is the payment?"

"I'll have to think about it." Money was the least of my concerns. My spouse and I both have money. I want more than just money. But I have no idea what it is or do I.