Some Enchanted Girlfriend -7- Lying Down

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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