With thanks to herk7769 for his editing skills.
If you don't know me by now you probably haven't read the first eight stories in this series. I'm Bishop. I'm a middle aged guy who freely admits to being a "dirty old man." My girlfriend Nikki is a twenty-two year old girl who has some odd quirks to her personality. She and I are fairly certain that she has a form of autism known as Asperger's Syndrome. She is incredibly intelligent but not very self-aware. She lacks the filter between her brain and her mouth and her bluntness can be quite off-putting if you're not used to it.
We live in my single family home just outside downtown and while I maintain a professional office about two miles from the house; I work from my home office more often than not. The house includes a detached garage with a "mother-in-law suite" that is accessed by a set of outside stairs on the back of the garage. I rent the little apartment to a very pretty blond woman named Jerri who is a graphic artist. She's a couple of years older than Nikki but looks younger as she's at least a foot shorter.
Nikki and I spent the previous weekend at my cottage on the river. We'd played on the beach and the sandbars. We'd gone boating, fishing and swimming and generally had a great weekend. Nikki got to know my neighbour Gary pretty intimately when we went to his place for dinner.
We returned home on Sunday, a little earlier than expected, and surprised my tenant, Jerri, who was sunning herself in the backyard.
...
All in all things were pretty quiet after returning from the house on the river. I was busy with work and Nikki pretty much left me alone during the day. She spent a lot of time sunbathing, reading and riding her bicycle to the library. She also spent a lot of time straightening up and cleaning the house and doing the laundry.
I spent most of my week in my home office but had spent all day Wednesday in client meetings at my office in town.
It was now Friday and I was standing barefoot in the kitchen dressed in a pair of cutoff shorts and a t-shirt. I was preparing breakfast while Nikki slept in. I hadn't seen Jerri since last Sunday when we got back from the river. I spotted her coming down the stairs on the back of the garage. She came to the kitchen door and knocked softly.
I turned to the door and could only see Jerri's face in the bottom pane of glass as she is only about 4'10". I waved and said, "C'mon in, Jerri."
Jerri opened the door and poked her head and shoulders inside without stepping across the threshold. "Good morning, Bishop. Are you and Nikki going to be here this evening? I want to stop by if that's OK. I have something for you."
"Sure, Jerri. We don't have any plans. Will you join us for dinner? I'm going to make some chicken curry and salad."
"That sounds wonderful. I'll see you guys this evening." Jerri waved goodbye and closed the door, then headed into the garage where she stores her bicycle. I heard the garage door open then close and knew that she would be riding the one and a half miles to the studio where she works as a graphic artist.
I was just finishing plating a stack of six pancakes and several slices of bacon for Nikki as she wandered into the kitchen. She looked sleepy and was a little grumpy. She shuffled to her chair at the table and dropped into it with a thud. Her jet black hair was wet from the shower but neatly combed. She had on sneakers without socks and was dressed in a black, sleeveless lycra t-shirt and a pair of bright red running shorts. The t-shirt was tight and, rather than conceal them, it accentuated her long, stiff nipples while the shorts were so loose around her thin thighs that they encouraged one to try for a glimpse of her crotch.
"Good morning Beautiful. Are you hungry?"
"Mmmm Hmmm."
I slid the stack of pancakes across the table to her. "Coffee?"
"Mmmm Hmmm."
I poured her a mug of coffee and placed it in front of her and sat down across the table from her. She sipped from the mug and groaned.
"Are you OK?"
"I don't feel good. My period started."
"I'm sorry Honey. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Can I have some Tylenol?"
I got up from the table and reached into the cabinet above the fridge for the bottle of Tylenol. "Sure, Honey."
I poured her a tall glass of water and handed it to her with two pills.
Nikki has always had trouble swallowing pills. She just can't seem to swallow them on the first, or even the second try. She grimaced as she put them on the back of her tongue and gulped water. She threw her head back and swallowed several times before finally getting them down.
"Maybe I should put them on the end of my cock for you. You don't seem to have any trouble swallowing
that
whole."
Nikki grinned at me and started in on the plate of pancakes, "That'd probably work and I'd enjoy it a whole lot more. I really want you to fuck me but I'm afraid it'd be pretty messy. I could give you a blowjob but you have to work; don't you?"
"I
do
have to work but I'm going to be in my home office today so I would love to get a blowjob anytime you want."
Nikki smiled and said, "Goodie! Where do you want your blowjob? Do you want me to get under your desk while you're on a video conference?"
"That sounds pretty kinky."
"Well, I don't want you to get bored with me. I want to keep you excited and thinking of only me. I'll suck you off anywhere you want me to."
"You've been reading more books, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I don't want our sex life to get stale. You might want to fuck another girl if you get bored."
"Well, you get to fuck other guys once in a while and you even said you want to try licking Jerri's pussy."
Nikki looked startled. "Do you
want
to fuck other girls?"
"No, Honey. You're more than I can handle as it is. I'm not bored. I was merely making an observation."
"OK good. I thought it'd be OK if you fucked Jerri but I don't know. I think I would be jealous. I can fuck lots of guys and still want to fuck you afterward. You can't fuck me enough as it is, so I don't think it'd be fair if you fucked another girl."
She was right, of course. At more than twice her age I was really only good for once or twice a day while she needed sex far more often. "Is it OK if I look at other girls?"