Sophie’s moderating again. Thanks for sticking with me/us.
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–( Sunday Afternoon )–
I was mopey.
I read a little — but mostly just laid around.
Geoffrey played some video games and left me to my thoughts.
**
I got a text from Jessica saying that she’d “made too much lasagna” and was looking for somebody to help her make it disappear.
Obviously, she wanted info.
Just as obviously, she’s figured out that food is my kryptonite.
I told her we’d be glad to help.
I cranked the hot water in the shower and ended up overdoing it.
Geoffrey was still saying, “one more minute” — in response to my assertions that he needed to wash the stink off before we left the house — when I headed, naked, to the front room, trying to get my body temperate back to something normal.
I sat, starkers, on a towel on the couch and tended to my nails.
My pixie-cut was getting a little long and it would soon be time to pay a visit to my beautician.
By the time I was done with my mani/pedi — and my body temperature was regulated once more — Geoffrey was finally emerging from the shower.
**
We stepped out the door — to head to the parking lot.
“Your turn for a piggy-back ride.” I told him.
“Soph — I weigh a ton!”
“Bullshit! You’re a skinny computer nerd.”
“Gamer.”
“I’ve heard you play. You spend more time respawning than shooting.”
“You’re mean.”
“You’re ugly.”
“Says who?”
“The only woman who’s interested in you is blind — there’s GOT to be something majorly wrong with you — but it doesn’t appear to be your dick ..”
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me!”
“Fuck you.”
“Yes, please?”
“Later, toad — horny toad. Climb on.”
“Seriously, Soph — this is a bad idea.”
“It’s not like you’re going to let me run into anything. Climb on.”
Geoffrey put his hands on my shoulders and I braced myself to take the extra weight.
He hopped up and I grabbed his thighs. He wrapped his legs around my hips.
I stood still a second. He actually did weigh more than I’d expected.
I took a careful step forward.
There was no way I was going to get all the way to the truck like this.
Geoffrey’s arms went over my shoulders and around my neck.
He crossed his wrists and his hands ended up on my breasts.
At that point, his dick throbbed against my back and his fingers were groping my tits.
“Knock that off, dickhead. I’m trying to drive.”
“You’re doing great, Soph. No complaints from the back seat.”
His rubbing and squeezing was actually distracting my mind from how much he weighed .. sort of.
I took a few more steps forward, picking up steam.
He bit my right ear and pinched my nipples.
“Don’t start .. ” I stammered, “.. something you .. can’t finish ..”
I took a couple more halting steps.
“Seriously, Soph — let me down.”
I plodded forward.
He blew in my ear, reached his right arm around and swatted me on the ass.
“Giddyup, biotch!”
With no warning, I let go of his legs and — with only one arm supporting himself — he was sliding down my body ..
His thighs still had enough of a grip that they took my blue jeans down with them — all the way to my ankles.
“Nice polka-dot panties!”
“They’re pink, ass-rag.” I said, as I pulled my pants back up.
“How do you know that?”
“What?”
“How do you know what color your panties are?”
I laughed.
He was serious.
“Braille — on the tags.”
“Cool. Your turn to ride.”
“Just hold my hand — like a normal couple.”
“We’re not normal, Soph.”
“What the fuck ..?”
“I mean, look at you — you’re probably the hottest blind chick in the universe ..”
“Ass licker.” I chuckled.
“.. and I’m definitely the smartest person I know.”
I laughed so hard I collapsed into a puddle on the sidewalk.
“C’mon, Helen ..” He pulled at me.
I was so out of breath I couldn’t even retort.
His hands pulled mine away from holding my stomach and brought me to my feet.
Then he cupped my cheeks in his palms and pecked me on the lips.
“I’m at least smart enough to know I’ve got a good thing when I find it.”
He took my right hand in his left and led me down the sidewalk.
I was stuck in a fit of giggles until we were almost to the truck.
I sobered a little, thinking about the last couple days.
“I’m sorry for that shit at the hotel.” I said.
He opened my door and waited for me to climb in. “Forget it.”
“I can’t. I thought it was what I wanted. It wasn’t.”
“Soph-”
“What?”
“Let’s go see Jessica and dillweed Donaldson.”
I wrapped him in a hug and laid my head on his chest.
We stood there for a couple minutes.
“C’mon, Soph. People are starting to stare.”
I reached down between us, unbuckled his pants, undid the fly, stepped back, threw his jeans to his ankles — and climbed in the truck.
He chuckled, pulled his pants up, and put himself back in order as he headed around to his seat.
–( Dinner )–
Jessica answered the door and I wrapped her in a hug.
“Well! Hello.”
She held me for a few seconds.
“Keep things on neutral topics during dinner,” she said, “and then we’ll send Sara to recheck her homework.”
“Thank you.”
She gave me a squeeze and then released me to give Geoffrey a quick hug — before leading us to the table.
Officer Donaldson was just coming from the hallway with their daughter.
Sara squealed and grabbed me around the waist just as I was pulling my chair out.
“Hi, kiddo.”
She plopped into the chair on my right.
“Tell dad to let me go to the Neon Dance this weekend.”
I chuckled and asked, “What’s his name?”
“What? No! I just .. It’s my first real dance. My friends say it’ll be dumb — but they’re all planning to go. Dad says he has to think about it.”
“Then let him think about it. That’s not a ‘no’.”
“Sophie ..” she whined.
“I know it’s not easy.” I told her. “It’s not easy for him either.”
“I know ..”
“I know you know that with your brain — but think about it from his side. Maybe he’s not ready for you to be this far away yet ..”
She got quiet.
Officer Donaldson stated, “I offered to be a chaperone ..”
“Dad!”
He groaned, “I am *so* not ready for this ..” and headed down the hall.
Jessica interjected, “Sara ..”
She relented, “Okay. I’ll quit pushing. I just really want to go.”
“Dearheart, we are all WELL aware of that fact.”
A couple minutes later, our favorite city police officer was back — his breathing a little more regulated.
**
The meal was pretty much a carbon-copy of the last one — including the bread pudding for dessert.
Having eaten enough that the waist of my jeans was complaining, we headed to the front room.
Jessica sent Sara to her room with a promise that she could come back out in a few minutes.
I moved to the end of the couch that was closer to Jessica and sat facing her.
I detailed everything that had happened with Veronica — every gory moment.
“I thought it was what I wanted. It wasn’t. I thought it would repulse her and drive her off. I think I just uncovered a new kink.”
Jessica counseled, “Forget about her. She sounds like she’ll take care of herself. You just worry about you and Geoffrey.”
She turned to Geoffrey. “Anything you want to add to Sophie’s story?”
“I don’t know why Sophie’s beating herself up. So it didn’t turn out the way she wanted — no big deal!”
“I don’t like who I became.” I said.
He moved over to sit next to me — pressing up against my left side, twinning the fingers of his left hand through mine — his right arm behind my shoulders.