A Tale of Two Lovebirds
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"The lawn looks wonderful, Walter." Melissa said stepping out of her
car to the man standing outside of his truck.
"Yes it does, Melissa. I wish I could tell you I had done it." was his
reply.
"Excuse me?"
"Really... I don't mind you finding someone else to do the work, like
your nephew. I just like a little notice before hand so I don't have to
waste the trip."
"Huh? What are you..." Melissa started to say when she saw the front
door open and Derek walked passed her, opened the back seat and took
the groceries in she had just purchased; wearing running shoes, blue
jeans and an off-pink T-shirt. Melissa sighed.
"Oh my goodness." Melissa said with a pained expression on her face. "I
am so sorry, Walter. He's a friend of my daughter and they didn't let
me know he was planning this. Here... let me give you a portion of what
I would have owed you just because you made the trip out here." she
said fumbling through her purse.
Melissa looked at Derek pass her as he carried the two bags in. Derek
looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Noticing the annoyed look
on her face, he looked the other way. Melissa noticed his cheeks
becoming pink as she continued to apologize to the man who always took
care of her yard.
Ten minutes later, Melissa came into the living room to find her
daughter, Amy, lying on the sofa with the phone pressed to her ear,
rambling on about school. Standing in front of her, until she looked
up, Melissa mouthed the words, "Make it short. I need to talk to you."
Amy motioned she would be another minute, then picked up a twenty
dollar bill that was lying on the coffee table and handed it to her
mother. Melissa took the bill in confusion, trying to remember if she
had loaned her daughter some money she had forgotten about.
"What's up?" Amy asked after finishing up her call.
"Amy... why did you tell Derek to mow the lawn? You know we pay Walter
to take care of that."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Why did you tell him to do the lawn?"
"I didn't! I swear to God... I didn't Mom! The last thing I told him to
do was to put the dishes in the dishwasher and do the laundry!"
Melissa's hands covering and rubbed her own face and ran her fingers
through her scalp and long hair out of frustration.
"Oh... and the twenty was from Derek. He said you seem to be mad about
him doing the lawn and he saw you give Walter some money anyway." Amy
sat up as a thought suddenly came to her. "Wow! That's the first time
he's ever done something without being told to! That's kind of cool,
Mom... huh?"
Melissa sat down on the couch. The look on her face was that of a
person who was having the life drained out of them. She took a deep
breath.
"No it's not, Amy. It's one thing to have friends over. I don't like
the idea of having a servant here. I really don't like the idea of you
having a personal servant. And especially someone who's under age. And
for God's sake, Amy, I don't want him touching my underwear! Speaking
of which... where is he?"
"I don't know. Putting the food away I guess." Amy replied, shrugging
her shoulders.
"And why aren't you helping him?"
"What? He knows what to do."
"Amy!"
"Alright! Alright! I'll help him next time. Sheesh... why are you so
grouchy?"
"Don't start with me, young lady. Just ask him to come in here...
please."
"Boo... can you come in here a moment when you have the chance?" yelled
Amy.
"Be right there, Amy." was the reply back.
Amy looked at her mom who was already looking at her. Melissa mouthed
the name, "Boo?"
"What now?" Amy asked. "You didn't want to hear me call him, 'boy' or
'slave'. And you didn't like me calling him 'Desiree'. Now I can't call
him by a pet name."
Melissa just shook her head, asking herself why it had to be her
daughter... wondering if she was insane for allowing this to go on. She
woke up with a start that morning when she had a nightmare that the
world found out what she was allowing to happen in her home. The part
that broke her sleep was when she was at home, switching from channel
to channel on the television and all the stations had pictures of her,
Amy and Derek and all the crazy things and untrue reports of what
people thought were going on in her home.
Derek coming into the room interrupted her train of thought. He walked
directly to sofa where Amy was sitting, lowered himself to the floor
and stood on his knees. Melissa rolled her eyes and shook her head at
the sight of Derek; still wearing the off pink T-shirt but now with a
short gray skirt, light gray tights, bobbie socks and brand new white
sneakers. He had put his long black wig back on and had it tied back in
a ponytail. The two of them look at one another sweetly as Amy softly
caressed the side of his face. Melissa's shoulders slumped and she
sighed again.
"Amy... why is Derek on his knees?" Melissa asked trying to hide her
mounting frustration. As Amy opened her mouth to answer Melissa said,
"Nevermind... I should be afraid to ask. Derek, sit. I-I... I mean...
Derek have a seat on the sofa please."
"You heard her... sit boy."
"That's not what I meant, Amy." Melissa snapped. Amy just chuckled.
"Yes, Ma'am." he softly said, his cheeks flushing pink again as he sat
next to Amy. Amy held his hand and interlocked her fingers with his.
Feeling Melissa's eyes on him, he wanted to pull his hand away but Amy
tighten her grip which made his cheeks blush that much more.
"First of all, thank you for doing the lawn. It was very nice of you
but I have a person who takes care of the yard."
"Well, if you would like you can let him go so you can save some money.
Unless you don't think I did a good job. I enjoy doing things for you
and Amy, Ma'am." he said in a soft voice while gazing at the floor,
occasionally making eye contact with Melissa.
"That's a nice thought, Derek. But as I was telling Amy, I think she
should be helping you a lot more than she does."
"Well, I think she helps a great deal, Ma'am."
"Oh really?" asked Melissa. "And how's that?"
"She's tells me where the cleaning supplies are... how you prefer
things to be done... where you expect things to be... she's a great,
Ma'am." A small smirk came across Amy's lips.
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Melissa said in a louder tone than
she had been talking. She caught herself again and took another breath
before continuing.
"Look, you two. In the future, I'll expect the both... and I do mean
the both of you to help out around here. Don't think I don't appreciate
the effort you putting in to carry your weight around here, Derek. But
Amy has two arms, two legs and a brain - that she doesn't use too often
- so she can put in a lot more effort. Am I clear?"
"Yes Ma'am." Derek responded.
"Yeah Mom." said Amy, rolling her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady. I still haven't made up my
mind about all this and I'm still mulling over having a talk with
Derek's parents."
The two of them gasped at the same time at Melissa's last statement.
Derek squeezed Amy's hand and softly bumped it against her thigh.
"Sorry Mom."
"Hmmmm." was Melissa only response as she got up and went to the
kitchen. She kept a straight face but she wanted to smile seeing both
of their expressions a moment ago. She was also pleased to see that
Derek did have a backbone when it came to her daughter and his
relationship.
The two of them watched Amy's mother leave the room. Amy waited until
the door to the kitchen close before she looked at Derek.
"Excuse me?" Amy asked with a crossed look on her face.
"Huh?" said a confused Derek. "What?"
"I said, 'Excuse me?' Did you just bump me a minute ago?"
"I... I... uh..."
"Did you just bump me like you were telling me to SHUT UP?" Amy asked
in a slightly higher whisper through gritted teeth.
She yanked her hand away from Derek, crossed her arms at her chest and
turned slightly away from him. He sat there stunned and looking for
words as he realized that though he didn't mean to - he didn't want
them to piss off Amy's mom and ruin the good thing they had. He was
trying not to get kicked and was unwittingly telling Amy to be quiet.
As he tried to tell Amy he was sorry, he wasn't thinking and they
should try to keep her mother on their side; he touched Amy on the
shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Amy said firmly, pulling her shoulder from his hand
and moving a few inches away from him on the sofa. Derek slumped back
on the sofa, closed his eyes and groaned; asking himself what was he
thinking disrespecting the one girl he cherished.
He was about to beg for Amy's forgiveness when suddenly Amy jumped into
his lap, grabbed his head with both of her hands and kissed him deeply
and roughly, startling him. Amy soon broke off the kiss and began
laughing wildly. Derek just looked at her - dumbfounded.
"Hey... I'm sorry about the attitude thing with my mom." Amy said with
a slightly chuckle still in her voice. "I need to remember the big
picture and I know you were only thinking about us. I appreciated that,
Derek."
"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to 'bump' you like that."
"I know you didn't mean it like it came out." She said with love in her
eyes. Amy leaned in, kissing, nibbling and biting Derek on his neck as
she caressed his chest and tugged at his nipples with her fingers.
"Amy... your mom is in the next room!" he whispered, squirming
underneath her.
Amy came up for air long enough to say, "And?" before resuming her
sensual assault.
"And she might come back in and catch us." he whispered through panting
breaths.
"Hey... I don't do three-somes. She'll have to find her own subbie."
She giggled as she softly bit Derek's lower lip.
Melissa sat at the kitchen table with her head down on her folded arms.
She took long, deep breathes in an effort to relax; all the while
repeating to herself, "It had to be her daughter."
A few moments later, she felt a set of soft fingers rubbing her
shoulder and neck muscles. A groan escaped Melissa's lips as the
fingers began to melt away the tension she was carrying in her back.
"That was wonderful. I really needed that." Melissa sighed after a good
ten minutes. "Thank you, Sweetie."
The next moment, Melissa screamed at the top of her lungs, shot out of
the chair and practically threw herself against the refrigerator when
she heard a male voice say, "You're welcome, Ma'am".
Hearing Melissa scream made Derek take several steps back towards the
kitchen door, which smack him in the back of the head when Amy came
rushing in to find out what all the commotion was all about.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry I screamed! I thought you were Amy, Derek!"
Melissa said, still trying to catch her breath.
"I'm sorry Ma'am." Derek said, still rubbing the back of his head. "Amy
told me anytime you had your head down you enjoy having your shoulders
rubbed." Melissa gave Amy a look that said she wasn't happy about her
sharing secrets about her. Amy gave her a "what's the big deal" look
back at her.
"Thank you for the thought, Derek. That was nice but next time wait
until I ask for a massage."
"Okay, Ma'am. Would you like me to finish now?"
"No. That's alright."
"Can I get you something?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You sure? I can get you a shot of Jack Daniel's or a glass of wine, if
you like?"
"Stop, Derek!" Melissa raised her voice for a second then took a
breath. "Thank you but no. I just going to go upstairs and lay down for
a while." She said walking pass the two of them.
"I'm going to blow this, I just know it." Derek sighed.
"No you're not." Amy said softly as she guided him into the chair.
"You're doing fine. She just not used to having a guy in the house
doing things for her. She'll get used to it, Boo. Now let's see.
Ooooooo... I really smacked you good. Hold on while I get some ice."
Amy put some ice in a plastic sandwich bag, wrapped a towel around it
and handed it to Derek. "Hold that there while a put the groceries
away."
"No no. I'll do that." Derek was about to get up when Amy pushed back
into the chair by his shoulders.
"Sit down, Derek. I'll put them away."
Derek spun out of her grasp so he could stand up and look at her. "I
can do for you, Amy."
An angry look came across Amy face, as she put her hands on her hips
and glared up at Derek for a moment.
"Did I just tell you to do something?" she asked in a low tone.
"But... but..."
"Did I?" she repeated herself.
"Well yes but that's..."
"No buts unless you want yours swatted?" Derek's cheeks began to flush
at the last comment. "Now sit."
Derek didn't like this order but made himself sit back down.
"Good boy." Amy said sweetly with a smile on her face. Derek stuck his
tongue out of his mouth and began to panting like a dog. Amy busted
into laughter then gave him a big kiss before putting the rest of the
groceries away.
Up in her bedroom, Melissa sat on the edge of her bed with her cell
phone to her ear.
"Hi Mom... How are you doing? That's good... I'm fine, thanks... How's
Dad? That's good... Golfing again... yeah, he loves it... How's aunt
Jessica's leg? That's good... Why'd I call? Well... Yes, I know I can
talk to you about anything... That's why I called... Well, it kind of
hard to talk about."
Melissa took a deep breath before continuing.
"It's about Amy... No, she fine for the most part... No, she is hurt...
she's alive and well... It's just she has this friend now... What? Huh?
No, Mom. She is not a lesbian... Yes, Mom... I know uncle Peter is
gay... Mom... cousin Vicky is not a lesbian, too... Wait... Mom, you're
taking me off the subject."
Melissa sighed and fell back onto the bed.
"I really don't think Vicky is gay... Mom... Mom... can I speak please?
I need your ear for a minute... Thank you... Amy is seeing this young
boy... Yes, Mom, he's a boy... Anyway, he seems really nice except for
two things... Well first; he does whatever Amy tell him to do... What?
Mom, I think "pussywhipped" is a bit strong... He seems very nice...
And smart... has a part-time job... he's into sports... Helps Amy out
with her schoolwork... Huh? The problem is he does whatever Amy tells
him to do...Yes, literally, Mom... I mean she says jump and he'll only
ask "how high"... No, it's not sweet, Mom... He seems to have a
backbone except around Amy...I 'm just worried 'cause it seems a little
bit on the dominant/submissive side of life, you know? I know kids are
different from when you and Dad and I were kids."
Melissa took another deep breath and move the phone to her other ear.
"Mom... Amy's friend is a cross-dresser... Huh? What events does he run
in?"
Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Mom, I didn't say cross-trainer, I said a cross-dresser. You know,
women's clothing."
Melissa pulled the phone away from her ear for a few moments.
"Mom... Mom... stop laughing... Mom, this isn't funny... Why are you
laughing? No, this isn't God's way of teaching me what a bad child I
was... I did not make you and Dad's life a living hell when I was kid!
I wasn't that bad! Okay, I might have been a little rowdy my last year
in high school but I wasn't that bad... Did my grades slip? No they
didn't, did they? Who? What was his name? You mean Tom Forgath? What
about him? That was just a high school fling... He wasn't that weird...
So he liked Star Wars a little bit... Huh? Ahhh? He might have watched
it a few times... Okay, okay... he watched it 87 times while it was in
the theater... Stop that, Mom. His pet name for me wasn't Leah!"
Melissa moved the phone back to her left ear and wondered for a moment
why she called.
"So you don't think I have anything to worry about just yet... Yes, I
told them to keep it under wraps... Maybe you're right... Maybe she'll
grow out of it... I guess if he has a lot of good things going for him
and she doesn't mind putting up with the quirk... Yes, she seems happy,
Mom... Huh? I haven't seen much of his wardrobe. He wore a long black
wig the first time I saw him... What? Mom... I don't know how to
describe his legs... NO! His legs are not better than mine! I had great
legs when I was in high school... Thank you very much! Aaarrrrgh! I
talk you later, Mother! Tell Daddy I love him. Bye."
Melissa shut off the phone, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"It had to be her daughter." she kept saying to herself.
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