Chapter 3: Too Hot to Handle

“No wonder Mom comes home on Saturdays so wiped! Daniel, after the groceries please come help me get all the windows open. Grandpa, what’s going on?”

“Emmie, I don’t feel the heat like you do. I’m old, and skinny. But the main reason is I can’t work these old windows and latches with my hands. I can’t close and lock them if they’ve been left open.”

“Well, shit! We’re going to fix this. Today. Daniel! Hon, do you have your tools in the back of your car?”

“Yeah. What’s the plan?”

“Grandpa, stay put, drink some water, we’ll be back soon. Daniel, let’s go to the Home Depot.”

- Ninety Minutes Later -

Daniel carried inside a heavy box, roughly 20 × 20 inches and 40 inches tall (50 × 50 × 100 cm). Unpacked, it was a portable air conditioner. Daniel set about connecting the included exhaust hose to a sash window and locking it into place. Plugged and powered the little unit began blowing blessedly cool air into the small living room. Emmie handed the a/c’s little remote control to her grandfather.

“OK, I have to admit, this is pretty nice. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, it’s a gift, don’t worry about it. But it will bump your electric bill some, so you can pay for that part. Honestly, I couldn’t live here without it.”

“I guess I just have to say thanks, then. And thank you also Daniel for making it happen. Are you making dinner tonight?”

“Of course, Grandpa. That’s your new normal. So, I want to have Daniel back here for dinner Friday, is that a problem?”

“Of course not, Emmie, it’s your house now too. I look forward to seeing you then, Daniel. Now, let’s get all her things to her room for tonight.”

Emmie surveyed what had once been her mother’s bedroom. At least the window was fully opened, with a screen to keep the bugs out.

“It feels like 85° (30 °C) in here, and sticky humid. Close the door, Daniel. I need to thank you properly for the A/C.”

At least Emmie was wearing shorts and sandals. She peeled off her shirt and hoped he wouldn’t notice the wet spots under her arms and down her back. The bra was off right after. Daniel was just staring, with a goofy smile. “Take your shirt off too, I need distraction from this heat.”

“Daniel? Daniel!”

“Wha-?”

“Take. Your. Shirt. Off.”

Agreeably: “OK.”

But Daniel was still fixated on her tits. With an exasperated noise, she grabbed his hand and drew him near as she sat down on the bed and began undoing his shirt buttons. And then his pants. His shirt fell in a puddle at his feet.

His eyes were still locked on her. “So beautiful,” he sighed.

Emmie reached in and pulled out his hardening cock. His pants dropped down towards his ankles. Of course, in this weather the smell of his perspiration was strong. But she didn’t mind. She thought, “He’s hot, when he’s hot.”

After a couple of minutes of oral love, Daniel grasped her shoulders. “Wait, Em, I want you too.” Urging her up, he pulled down her shorts. She kicked away her sandals and the shorts, and he helped her to lay down on the bed.

The full-size bed was just enough room for them both. He stripped completely and they stretched out in opposite directions for “69.”

- Fifteen Minutes Later -

“Oh, Em, I wish we could do this every day.”

“Me too! Don’t forget, after September 20th, my birth control pills will become effective, and we can stop using those icky rubbers. You have no idea how nasty your cock tastes after a condom has been on it. And those things barely fit on you anyway. I always worry they will tear open.”

“If you weren’t so sexy, I wouldn’t swell up so much, Em.”

“Yeah, right. I’d better send you home now before your dad gets all tense.”

“True. I’m getting up. Right now. I am taking my hand off your ass. Your luscious curvy ass. Yep, here I go. Maybe I’ll start with a finger. Come on, finger. You can do it! One, two, three. Hmm. I can do it, really!”

“Get up, you’re a goofball. Here, I’m giving you back your hand. And I’m getting out of bed.”

Reluctantly they dressed and returned to the blessedly cooler living room. Ernie had parked himself in his favorite recliner facing the television. Since the Mets were beating the Phillies like an old rug (8 – 2), he had fallen asleep.

Shushing Daniel, Emmie led him outside.

“Sweetie, on Friday please bring me another A/C unit for my bedroom, OK?”

He agreed and she sent him home with a searing kiss.