Tea Room Secrets Revealed

Sitting eye-to-eye with her best friend in their small town’s sole ‘tea room,’ Lisa gave a brief look around the room before attempting to shush Marie. “Marie!” She hissed. “You’re as bad as my husband. It’s not funny!”

“Yes it is, girlfriend.” Marie followed her statement of ‘fact’ with more giggles.

“And besides, it’s your fault!”

“My fault?”

“Yeah you were the one that gave it to me.”

Well, that was true enough, but it only made her laugh more. “Nice try, Lis! If that’s all the better you take care of your bunny…”

“What am I going to do?!”

“You could put on your ninja outfit and go bust into his house in the –”

Lisa rolled her eyes. This was going from bad to worse. Then the fog cleared. “I know what I’m going to do!”

“Something that doesn’t involve breaking his door down?”

Quickly explaining her plan to her best friend, Lisa watched Marie’s ponderous look for ‘approval.’

“It might wo—”

“I know it will!” Abruptly changing the subject to leave off any further embarrassing repartee from Marie, Lisa began making plans.

A week later when her shift coincided with Darren’s at the hospital, she made her move. “Uh, Darren?”

Inwardly Darren groaned, reluctantly turning to face her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her. Quite the contrary, actually. Of all the people at work, he enjoyed being around her more than most everyone else; her cheerfulness was simply infectious. And after he unwittingly got a glimpse of what she’d kept hidden under her hospital scrubs he let the thought stop right there. The truth was, he just didn’t know how to face her after she’d mistakenly left a certain piece of equipment” at his home, without embarrassing either her or himself. Was this finally the denouement he’d feared, when she’d finally corked up enough courage to ask for it back? “Y-yes, er, Lisa?” His voice cracking, he was already kicking himself from within, feeling like a dope.

Completely oblivious to his nervousness, as she happened to be dealing with her own at the moment, she lost no time in practically blurting out her request. “I promised Allie I’d, um… make her something.”

“Oh yes,” Darren agreed, his brain moving at light speed trying to remember what it was so as to make his response not a lie.

“But I forgot to take her measurements while I was there,” Lisa explained, hoping it made as good of sense to him as it did to her.

“Measurements,” Darren muttered dumbly.

“Yeah she said she wanted a new swimsuit and I –”

“Oh yes,” Darren said again. This time he did remember.

Holding up her small measuring tape, Lisa continued, “So, I was wondering if you’d mind if I went to get her today. I could stay with her until you got off work, and that would give me time to, um you know…”

Staring at her pretty face, and momentarily mesmerized by blue eyes that seemed to stare straight through him, he struggled to find his voice again. Could it be that she’d actually forgotten about the ‘other’ thing? If she was pretending to be innocent, she was pretty dog gone good at it! Or was it really hers? It had to be! There wasn’t any other woman roaming around his house that he was aware of. Unless she had a friend over and… Nah, that was just too kinky, and Lisa wouldn’t – Holy cow! What was he thinking about this sweetheart of a person?

“You all right, Darren?”

“Uh, sure, Lisa I’m sure Allie would love to see you again.” And that was no lie. Allie had been talking about Lisa nonstop ever since she’d departed, much to her father’s chagrin.

“Can I borrow the key?” Lisa smiled, reaching out her hand expectantly. This was it. All she needed was the key, and it would practically be done.

Darren handed over the key with fingers that all but trembled, then turned on his heels and marched off before he said something else that embarrassed himself. And fortunately for him, his abruptness went completely unnoticed, Lisa’s fingers tightening around the keys the instant they clinked into her palm.

Her mood much improved, Lisa couldn’t help but hum to herself as she swung by the preschool to pick up Allie. Looking for her father’s vehicle, Allie didn’t seem to notice her at first. But when she did, Lisa could hear her squeal even through the closed windows of the car.

“Weesa!!”

Getting out of the car, Lisa helped Allie into her seat and buckled her in. “Hi there, Sweety! How are you?”

“I good. I miss you!”

“I missed you, too,” Lisa giggled. And then it was the few miles to Darren’s home. Not one to deliberately ignore a child, Lisa couldn’t help but have her mind on something else, even as she peripherally heard Allie’s happy chatter.

Dropping the key twice as she attempted to enter the house, she scolded her trembling fingers. Allie didn’t seem to mind, squealing both times as she found the key and returned it to her Weesa.”

Back in his house, she momentarily felt like she was getting away with something. Mumbling to Allie that ‘Weesa” needed to use the restroom, which was a true statement at the moment, she made a beeline to Darren’s room, feeling her heart thundering in her chest as she closed the door. It was the bathroom first, and then… “Now where did I put that thing,” she murmured. Memory said it was the night stand, but if it was there, wouldn’t she have seen it and have taken it with her? Not seeing it, her heart sank, and for a moment she wondered if she’d need to turn the place upside down to find it.

Pulling open the nightstand drawer, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the subconscious agitation of the past several weeks seeming to disappear in an instant. Maybe that’s why she had forgotten it basking in the glow of what she was sharing with her husband at the time over the phone; she must have thrown it in the drawer instead so she told herself. In two seconds, Mr. Bunny found himself snug within her purse. Carefully closing the drawer, making sure nothing was amiss, she all but dusted the top of the nightstand for her own fingerprints, as if to wipe them out. Satisfied that Darren would never know (surely being ‘male,” he never checked his night stand drawer anyway!), she felt like she could breathe for the first time that day. That it was actually Darren who had placed Mr. Bunny in the nightstand drawer, she’d never know.

The rest of the afternoon passed peacefully. Turning the ‘measurements” into their fun afternoon activity, Lisa found a place where she could make a small mark near the refrigerator as to Allie’s height. “I tall!” She exclaimed. And then she’d insisted on measuring Lisa’s height, standing on her tippy toes on a chair. If Allie wondered about several other measurements Lisa took, and carefully wrote down, she didn’t let on. She simply filled the air with her happy chatter and did her best to wiggle for Lisa as any good child would do. She didn’t know it just yet, but come Christmas, there would be a brand new white ‘simsuit” under the tree just for her. Too bad it would be summer before she’d get to use it again. Lisa made another notation to remember to give it some growing room.

Returning home at last, Darren felt the same awkwardness return as Lisa greeted him at his door.

“Get what you need?” That had a double meaning. He hadn’t intended it to come out that way, but there it was.

“I think so.” Turning to Allie she said, “We got all measured, didn’t we?”

“I tall,” Allie repeated for her father’s benefit.

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

“And what’s that grin on your face for?”

“I got it back,” she said deliberately.

“Got what back?”

“Mr. Bunny is now back where he belongs.”

“Oh? That means he’s currently resting right here?”

She blinked her pretty eyes up at him, and then, with a knowing smile, she leaned in, her breath ghosting across his lips. He didn’t resist. He didn’t need to. The scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body were more than enough to send him spiraling. Her hands danced over his chest, sending shivers down his spine as she pulled him closer, her hips brushing against his. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires. Then, without warning, she slipped her fingers into his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as she drew back the fabric, exposing the raw, throbbing flesh beneath. He groaned, lost in the sensation, as she continued her exploration, her touch both gentle and demanding. She seemed to relish the way he flinched, the way his muscles tensed under her command. Finally, she stopped, pulling the fabric back up and staring him down with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Now, aren’t you going to tell me what you’ve been thinking all this time?” she whispered, her voice laced with a challenge.

He swallowed hard, unable to speak, as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let’s just say, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

As he struggled to regain control, she lowered herself onto the bed, her body sliding against his with a warmth that spread through his entire being. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing her to take charge as she explored every inch of his body, her touch both playful and passionate. He could feel her pleasure building, her breathing becoming heavier and faster as she moved closer to the edge. Then, with a final, desperate groan, he released his grip, allowing her to claim the victory she so desperately craved. The pleasure that followed was intense, overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left him breathless and aching. When it was finally over, he lay there, panting, completely spent, as she gently stroked his hair, her touch soothing and reassuring. "Happy now?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with delight. He couldn't help but smile, feeling utterly content in her arms, knowing that their shared secret would forever bind them together. The thought of the white simsuit hanging under the tree, waiting for her, filled him with a sense of anticipation, a promise of more adventures to come. They had both been looking forward to it.

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