Some Enchanted Girlfriend -7- Lying Down

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Some Enchanted Girlfriend

by Donna Lamb

7. Lying Down

“But you promised to go get me some clothes,” I whimpered. I didn’t have my pouts organized yet, but I think this might have been a number seven.
“Babe,” he rumbled, “it wouldn’t be safe for me to try to drive right now. I need a nap. It’s still early, you know.”

I tried logic. “But if I’m still naked when you wake up, you know what’s gonna happen.”

“Well, eventually,” he rumbled from the floor, “I’m going to have to go into work, Monday morning.”

I tried physical force. I pounced on him, looking for a ticklish spot in the forest. “We are not going to fuck the clock around! You’re going to get up and and go get me some clothes!”

He snickered. “But I like having you around naked. It’s –convenient.”

“You–you–you!” I sputtered.

He wrapped a hand as big as my head around my leg and pulled me off of him. With his magic muscles he could do anything to me and the thought of that made me horny all over again. But he really wasn’t interested in third or fourth helpings of sex just yet.

“That’s it!” he said, retaliating, holding me down and going for my ticklish spots without searching at all. “I’ll bet your parents were like the early Pilgrims and named you for one of the virtues. You know, like Prudence or Chastity. Good thing they didn’t name you one of those, huh?”

“Huh?” I said between squeals and giggles.

“No they named you after the most important virtue for a girlfriend, Convenience,” he said as he blew bubbles in my navel. He showed me a thoughtful leer. “Connie for short.”

“Connie!” I sputtered. “Connie!” I squeaked.

He sat up, scooped me up and stood with hardly any effort, balancing me on his hip like a toddler.

“My name is Connie, isn’t it?” I said. Nothing like being swung around like a bag of groceries to calm you down.

“Uh-huh. Apparently.” He walked toward the bedroom. “I got to thinking, you being here naked was just too convenient.”

“How con-VEEN-ient,” I muttered. I snuggled up against him. Despite the teasing, I trusted him that my name was really Connie, it sounded right. I almost remembered it, almost remembered being called Connie before. Wait–a guy named Connie?

“So I thought,” he said, ducking through the doorway, though he wasn’t really tall enough, quite, to need to. “So, I thought, how could you get here, naked?”

“Um,” I said. “Oh, shit.”

He nodded. “You must live in the building. And when I was going to Starbucks, I stopped to lock the door on the outside and discovered two sets of keys in my grouch bag. One set numbered 517, which is this one. And the other set numbered 415.”

“You rat,” I said. “You knew this when you got back from Starbucks?”

He nodded. “Before I left, actually. I went downstairs to have a looksee. It belongs to Constance Catewood, that’s you, I guess. There was a little pile of mail on the kitchen counter, most addressed to C. Catewood. I didn’t snoop. Much.” He grinned at me.

“Ho, ho,” I said.

“Well, I had to find out what the C stood for, it could have been Cupcake for all I knew.”

“Hee, hee,” I said.

“Anyway, the flat is what they call a studio-plus, like this apartment but smaller with only one room for living room, dining room and bedroom. It’s cute, you’ve got blue-green carpet and a bed with yellow and turquoise curtains around it.”

He kissed me. I kissed back, a bit distracted. “You’re still a rat for not telling me sooner.” It sounded nice and I wanted to see it, but it didn’t actually sound familiar.

He nodded. “I should have told you before I took advantage of you, huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “At least before I went and licked the frosting?”

I giggled at that, annoyed, but hey, it was funny. He laughed.

“Well, it would have been polite, if you knew,” I said. The more I thought about it, the more annoying it felt that he hadn’t told me.

“I’m sorry, I guess I just enjoyed the situation, a naked girl trapped in my apartment.” He grinned and I pretended to try to bite him.

“So,” he said, standing me on the bed, on my knees. “If you take a bath and let me get a half-hour nap, you can wear a t-shirt upstairs and we can find out if your bed is big enough for both of us.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well.” I wanted to go to my own room right then and see the bed with the curtains. “You’re a meanie.” I pouted again, though mostly for show. Actually, a bath sounded good.

“Honest, babe,” he said, scratching his furry backside, “I really need a nap.”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Wimp. Slacker.” I put my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. It felt like a natural thing to do, though only a few hours before I would have been freaking out to even think about it.

My feet still hurt and I took a moment to climb down off the bed without stressing them. Tim crawled into the bed behind me, reaching across to give my ass a pat.

“You’re not going to have the right kind of shampoo and you probably have to use carpet cleaner on that hide of yours. I want a bubble bath. Meanie. Who’s going to scrub my back? Rat.”

He chuckled. “There’s some kind of bath beads under the sink. From when I moved in, I brought a bunch of stuff from Mom’s house and I think I got her box of bubble bath.”

“For reals?” I said. “You’ve got a mother?”

“Ho, ho,” he said sleepily. “Give me half an hour, babe, forty-five minutes, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I glanced back at him before going into the bathroom. He looked like a big old teddy bear getting ready to hibernate as I closed the door.

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Well, I still like this

Well, I still like this story. Got lots of questions now, like "was she a guy and if so, how did she get herself into a situation like this"??? I could understand if her name was Lucy and she was married to a musician named Ricky... *grin*

Some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue

Got some 'splaining to do

And we'll get to that, I promise. ::grin::

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

So now we know

our girls name is Connie... Now all we've got to do is find out why she thinks she was once a man! Although the way things are going between Connie and Tim if she stays female for much longer,Then i don't think that she'll worry too much if she stays just as she is now!!!

Kirri

P.s.
I do like what you've done on Stardust,It gives you the chance to really get into the Story and I know some readers much prefer a longer read....Nice thinking

Kirri

Yeah, it's easier

Now that I have a name to call her, it's easier to talk about her. ::grin::

There's more revelations coming, soon, btw.

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Connie Ought To

Get her key and go to her room after her bath. MAKE that cad pay for what he did!

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Oh, well

I don't think she objects so much to what happened as to not being told about the apartment.

We'll see what happens but things will start getting more complicated soon. ::grin::

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Looking forward to more

An excellent read! I very much like the humour in your story. Can't wait to see if she figures out who she was, and if she can or will change back.

Connie has some surprises coming her way

Should be interesting. So far she's enjoyed being a girl, partly because she isn't completely convinced that she hasn't always been a girl and isn't just suffering some sort of delusion that she used to be a guy. ::smile::

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

You, miss Lamb, are a tease!

The plot is moving along. We are getting to know the characters. The story is fun, funny, witty, and sweet.

BUT

We still don't know what the heck is going on! Aaaaarg!

(That's a compliment, by the way. It takes a good author to pull it off.)

I half expected them, while shopping, to take a side trip to a certain randomly appearing magic shop. "Hello, Connie. How are you enjoying your new life?"

Ray Drouillard
(reading avidly)

It's fun for me, too

While I do know many of the secrets of what is going on, most of them I haven't written down yet so they are kind of fluid. I like it that way, gives me a sense of adventure while writing.

Thanks for a lovely comment.

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Tim The Enchanter

That Tim knows more than he is saying and anyway how did she get to his apartment naked? that still hasn't been answered - I think he is creating her new life piece meal - what's the bet that he will find a set of clothes conveniently as she is about to leave?

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

Unraveling

Probably not going to post tonight since I've just unraveled two of the next four episodes and replaced them with three only partially written ones. I've got the next one done, it's not directly affected, but the three after that are in the ether right now and I want to hold off posting until I'm sure I don't need changes in number eight. And Monday is an exceedingly busy day for me, I'm not sure when I will be able to post tomorrow.

This isn't really a reply to your post but I will say that since the opportunity now presents itself, I may just use something that you sparked by your speculation. ::grin::

Thanks for reading and commenting.

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Last of the Tim Lords

Hey you take the time you need - Connie will take the Tim she needs, :)

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

The nature of Monkey is - Irrepressible!!!

too short

good but too short