Chapter 2

I rented a large waste bin and spent most of a week clearing the junk from the basement. I was glad I wouldn’t need to pay until they picked it up. Other than my trips carrying trash out, Honey hid in a large box under the basement stairs when I needed to leave the house. She begged me to take her somewhere far away, where she would be safe. I explained that I had spent nearly every cent I had on the house and my car might not make it to the city and back again, let alone somewhere far away. We needed to stay put and I needed to keep her hidden.

On our fifth day together, I finally completed a large sale and could afford some furniture. I had a spark of inspiration and talked to Honey. “If I buy a mattress and build a bed platform for it, I can put in a secret door and there’ll be space for you to hide underneath. I have some money now, but I guess I only need a full-size bed.”

She asked, “How big is that?”

I looked it up and said, “It’s 54 by 75 inches.”

“It’s hard to imagine inches. Can you show me how big?”

I took four cans from the pantry and measured it out, putting a can on the floor where each corner would be. She laid on the floor between them and moved around a little. “This could work, but it’s pretty small if I’ll be in there for long.”

I looked at the prices online and said, “Well, I guess I could get a queen size. Let me check how big that is.” I did and moved the cans.

“Much better. In horror movies hiding under a bed is silly. But if there’s wood all around so nobody can see me, it’s a good idea.”

“Thanks. If I order it now, the mattress will be here in three days. I can get wood from the hardware store four blocks down, but I don’t know if boards that long will fit in my car.”

“Are they too heavy to carry? Could you just walk there and get them?”

I smiled at her simple solution and replied, “That will take four or five trips, but I guess.”

“Um ... can you get a light for when I’m in there, and some books or something for me to do?”

I imagined it and empathized. “Sure. Being bored while you’re stuck in a small space ... wouldn’t be much fun.” Instead of a queen mattress I ordered a king size, then drew up a plan for it. The top of the mattress would be a few inches higher than most beds, so she would have room to roll over or lay on her side if she wanted. Honey hid in her box in the basement while I walked to the hardware store and back six times. She was quite happy when she saw me lay the boards out and noticed the platform would be even bigger than she had thought.

The evening before the mattress arrived was the last night I cuddled in my sleeping bag with the little cutie. She was falling asleep as I felt an erection growing in my boxers. I did my best but couldn’t control it. Before long, my rod was poking between her thighs, only an inch from her little panties. She said, “You have a boner! Hehehe!” I felt my cheeks blush in shame as she kept giggling.

“Sorry. I’m trying to make it go down. Just lay still and it’ll go away.”

She turned her head and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. How about I help it go down? Let’s get out of the sleeping bag, so I can suck you.”

“I ... You’re so young. I don’t want to do anything bad to you.”

“You’ve been great, hiding me and taking care of me. You’re not doing anything bad if I want to.”

“Um...”

She quickly crawled out of the sleeping bag and pulled on my hand. “Come on.”

As I climbed out, I said, “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to make you feel good. Take off your underwear.”

As I stood and held the waistband of my boxers I asked, “Are you sure?”