Chapter 4: Rustic Living

Brandon took time to acclimate to this new life. In some ways, everything was modern and up-to-date. Ron shared with his mother a powerful desktop computer, monitor, and top-end all-in-one printer. The compact kitchen boasted new appliances and a quartz countertop. New ceramic tile finished off the look, so different than the rustic “vibe” of the rest of the cabin.

There was no doubt that he was deep in the woods. None of the windows had blinds or curtains blocking the view of the surrounding trees. Logs formed the cabin’s walls, and only the moon’s brighter phases illuminated the usually dark forest around them at night. Other than a bit of noise from the distant highway, the sounds were natural. Birds, coyotes, and so on.

After a few days, Dolores weaned him off the painkillers. He couldn’t help griping about his pain, but she whispered sexy promises into his ears to distract him. She followed up after Ron’s bedtime.

After three nights, he stopped her from taking him into her mouth.

“This isn’t fair. At the very least, you can turn around, and I can lick you instead. I might not be so skilled, but I’m willing to learn.”

“Brandon, you don’t have to. I love your big dick in my mouth. I want you to get your strength back and then make love to me. It’s been years since...”

She trailed off and started sniffling.

“I know you miss him. Please. Just come up here beside me for some hugging and kissing. It’s what we both need, I think.”

“Brandon, are you joking? (Sniff!) I don’t think I can take it.”

“I’m serious. Please, just cuddle, I’m asking.”

“But I’m thirteen years older than you.”

“Oh, for shit’s sake! You’ve had my cock in your mouth, but you’re not willing to kiss me? C’mon! Enjoy my tender young lips.”

After they shared a light laugh, she crawled up the bed and flung her arms over him, still sniffling but also smiling.

After a few romantic minutes, Dolores had a question.

“What just happened?”

“I think you’re no longer my nurse. You’ve behaved quite improperly. So unprofessional!”

“I have; it’s true. I think you should fire me, Brandon.”

“You’re fired, Dolores. From now on, you and I will be lovers. Together, in this bed. And I will do everything I can to keep you satisfied and pleased.”

“Oh, Brandon. (Sniff!)”

“You’re crying again! Stop that! You’re getting wet at the wrong end, silly.”

He reached down and slipped his index finger into the narrow space between her inner labia, pressing against her clit.

“This is the place you should be wet, Dolores. Can I call you Dee?”

“Sure. And you, you’re my Babe, OK?”

“Yeah, you can call me Babe, you can call me Sweetie, you can call me anything, as long as you call me ‘yours.’”

There was a brief pause while they clung to each other.

“Fuck! Dee, you’re weeping again! I’m trying to make you come.”

“I will, Babe, I’m leaking at both ends because you, because, oh, hell. I love you, Brandon. Stay with me, even after you heal.”

“Of course I will. I love you, too. Now focus!”

“Focus? On what?”

“On my finger that’s on your clit, Dee. Your job is to enjoy yourself and feel the way I’ve felt. And after your climax, there’s going to be more kissing and hugging and then sleeping. We’re together from now on.

“That’s it. Feel my other hand on your nipple. That’s it. Have a nice come. In the morning, we’ll wake up together with a kiss.”

The tears didn’t stop, but Dolores managed to come, nonetheless. After all these emotions, the two of them fell into an exhausted but happy sleep.