As much as I loved Stephen, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't looked forward to today all week. He was as attentive as a partner as he was a father but I'd had a taste of excitement and was itching for more.
I stirred the yoghurt atop my fruit salad listlessly pondering the suffering I'd endured. A whole twelve days of frustration since my last bout of intimacy with Paul, we were long overdue for more alone time. Had he thought about my touch that night as much as I had?
A light gust of guilt would wash over me whenever I thought about Stephen away with work for the next couple of weeks not knowing what was happening under his own roof... I'd never been unfaithful in my life and wasn't about to start now but surely there was nothing untoward about some healthy education for Paul.
I adjusted the pink headband I'd picked for our outing, the one touch of cuteness in my otherwise casual outfit comprised of grey tank top, tight blue skinny jeans and black three-inch square heeled sandals.
Stephen strolled back from picking up the cheque, grey storm clouds behind him, juxtaposed by morning sunlight in front, filtering through the leafy lattice covering our café table. The salt and pepper clouds matching his regal hair as he lugged himself forward.
"You two are kings of the castle while I'm off," Stephen declared patronizingly, sitting at my left. I liked it when he talked to Paul and I as though we were siblings. "Behave yourselves... no late nights I hope!"
For all his success in life, he was a wishy-washy teddy bear as soon as he'd come home each day. Still, I can imagine the insecurity of leaving the house to someone else for a while, even if it was just Paul and I.
I gazed across the table at Paul's unfocused doe eyes resting innocently on his breakfast.
Placing my left foot behind my right, I slipped off my sandal. With only a strap across my toes and another two inches above, it came loose effortlessly, allowing me to raise my bare foot and place it quietly on Paul's chair, between in his parted legs without him noticing.
"You're both so cagey, I'm just winding you up! So long as the game is recorded this weekend you can eat me out of house and home for all I care!"
I smiled turning toward Stephen, placing my hand on his while lifting my foot under the table and gently resting it on Paul's groin. I spoke quickly to cover the splutter from his mouth.
"We'll be just fine hun. All fun and games, nothing to be cagey about," I said, a grin spreading itself across my face.
I could feel a stirring under my foot, softness beginning to swell. From the corner of my eye, I made out Paul peering through the wicker table probably just making out my white painted toenails at his lap brightening his otherwise dreary, grey morning...
"Besides we'll have to keep the place nice and tidy, since you've missed golf two weekends in a row now... and treating me to such a fancy night out!" I said cheerily. "Won't we Pauly?"
Paul squirmed uncomfortably, now with two sets of eyes on him and swallowed his last bite of eggs.
"My room's clean and it's not my night out, but go for your life I guess," he shrugged.
I gave my foot one last slow circular wiggle, feeling Paul squirm awkwardly, now at full mast.
"Nice work, see we're already getting things off on the right foot," I teased, before lowering my leg down again and sliding back into my heel, our key clinking slightly as it jiggled against my anklet.
I couldn't believe Steven still hadn't noticed my new set of jewellery.
Leaving the cover of the tabletop might not be the first thing Paul wanted right now but I had things to pickup before Stephen and I had our night at the theatre.
"It's been such a long time since our last outing, I think I'll need to sort an outfit for the evening! Come on Pauly, we'll meet your father back home."
"Alright, have fun you two. I'll be packing for the morning."
My tight jeans stretching as I stood, leaning over to plant a goodbye kiss on Stephen's cheek before heading out of the café with a very fidgety Paul in tow.
"Think a storm might be brewing," I noted casually as we made our way inside the mall through the cool November air.
After a moment of waiting for Paul's response, I turned back to see his hands clutched below his waist, a bashful look on his pimply face, looking like a kid that had wet himself. I smiled reassuringly.
Without saying a word, I took one of his hands, forcing him to let the other go. He'll relax in a moment.
Our fingers interlocked as we strode down the marble pathway of the crowded mall, his other hand now in the pocket of his baggy shorts probably clutching whatever was stirring down below.
Warm butterflies fluttered through me as we strolled for several minutes hand in hand, getting the odd look of approval from strangers as they scanned us up and down.
"Do you think people assume we're a couple?" I asked giddily.
Paul chuckled nervously, surveying the people around us.
"I mean... They must be confused. You are years... and I mean years older," he quipped.
I laughed, giving him a playful punch on his upper arm. At not even a decade younger he knew he was unlikely to offend me.
I placed my other hand on his, now holding him with both and resting my head on his shoulder, my black ponytail swinging with each step as we strolled. Even with a few extra inches of heel, he still stood a good head above. I'll bet he felt like a real grown man getting the full girlfriend experience.
I was so looking forward to having the house to ourselves for a couple of weeks. I could; give Paul a big wet kiss whenever I pleased, wake up to a cooked breakfast each morning, I might even have him wash my panties daily instead of weekly. He'll love that, I thought excitedly.
Peering ahead, I saw my outlet of choice, now only a few strides away.
"Don't worry bestie I'm not really taking you dress shopping, I know that wouldn't really be your vibe... This might be though!"
Paul's pace slowed as he read the sign ahead, all in a pink swirly ribbon-like font.
Cupid's Corset
"Come on bud, nothing to blush over, just need something fun for my last night with your father for a while."
Embarrassed or not this was quite the treat for my little assistant and surely he knew it. Cautiously at first, we walked inside, our fingers still interlocked.
I glanced up at Paul, looking like a nervous kid in a forbidden candy store, his eyes filling with every frilly, lacy, stringy option.
"Where to first Pauly?"
The small boutique must've only had six or seven customers at best, us included but it could've been a crowded supermarket full of judging eyes as far as Paul was concerned.
"Go on, tell me what takes your fancy. May as well find something you like too given you'll be looking after them in the laundry..."
