Chapter 4

The door to his apartment opened for him as Stan was reaching for his key. The girl was there, smiling at him, helping him inside, helping him off with his coat. He smelled dinner in the oven, and his formica table had been covered with a sheet. Unlit candles stood on either side of a festive display of fruit. The table was laid for two, his simple Corelle set carefully.

The apartment was clean, spotlessly so. He walked through the place admiring it. No more mold in the bathroom. His shirts ... even his T shirts ... ironed and hung up. He opened his dresser drawers. She had folded his underwear for him, sorted his socks. His closet was now sorted by color.

She stood in the living room nervously. When he returned, she looked at the floor and said. "Did I do well? Did I get enough done? Do I need to be punished, Stan? I tried to be efficient, really ... I did."

He could tell that she was on the edge of tears. "Look, uh ... look. This is amazing. This is waaaay cleaner than when I rented it. Its like really anal, but amazing." He noticed that she was still about to cry.

"Yes ... yes, you did well. You did GREAT."

She instantly smiled and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Oh Stan, master, I missed you so much, so much ... you were gone so long ... I knew it would be all day, but its a long time, and I love you so much, I miss you, my heart aches when you're gone. I just wanted to make you happy, so I tried to stay busy."

"uih, 'master'?" He asked.

She looked up at him, and in spite of his best efforts, there were tears in her eyes again. Doing the only possible thing, he kissed her again. She pulled him in against her and kissed him fiercely. He kissed her with a growing passion. He could feel his dick get hard against her ... and then she pressed her pelvis in against his hardness through his pants ... and it was too much. He could feel his fear start up and his knees get weak and he leaned back from the kiss a tiny bit.

Without the slightest hesitation, almost as if she could read his mind, she turned from the kiss and let it be a long warm hug ... which she then stepped back from. She stroked his cheek.

"Guess what?"

He looked at her.

"Stan, there's a PBS documentary on the making of the special effects for The Lord of The Rings movies coming on in an hour. So, I made dinner early." She smiled a sly smile. "Is that okay?"

"Oooh! I've missed that twice! How did you know it was on?"

"I looked it up. I researched an interest profile for you, and I'm creating a grid of likes and dislikes. I noticed that you had all three of the movies and both books, and the Silmarillian..." A sudden thought occurred to her. "Do you want me to learn elvish for you?"

"Oh. My. God." Stan sat heavily onto the couch, looking at her.

"What, Stan? Did I say something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. Except that everything's wrong. Wishes don't really come true, do they?"

"But that's what I'm here for ... to make your wishes come true."

He sighed, not knowing what else to do. "No, it's uber-geeky to learn elvish. Don't do that. And don't go learn Klingon either ... or esperanto. In fact ... in fact, try to be normal. I'm a big enough..." He stopped himself.

"I'll be the nerd here, you be the sexpot, okay?"

She laughed out loud, surprising both of them. She covered her mouth and blushed. Just then something in the kitchen went 'ding' and she raced off. He decided to hide his D&D gaming manuals.

After dinner, after the TV, after Stan amused himself surfing the web, as the night waxed, Stan rose to go to bed. The girl stood in the hallway to kiss him good night. They kissed in the dark hall, and for the first time, Stan let himself taste lips with his tongue. Her lips yielded to him softly and he found himself tasting her, feeling the touch of her soft tongue on his. He hands caressed his hair and ran down his back. She moaned in excitement as they explored each other.

He reached slowly, hesitantly under her shirt and touched her left breast. She pressed herself to him and whispered a tiny "Yes..." under her breath. He nipples turned hard and pointed, excited terribly under his touch. Her hands drifted slowly south, but stopped at his belt line, feeling him tense up ... she ran her hands over his chest and he relaxed again, and she felt him reach down and cup the soft globe of her ass through her pants.

Stan smelled a new scent in the dark hallway. He broke the kiss. "What's that smell?"