Zachary opened his front door for Tiffany and said, “Here it is. Not much, but for now, it’s mine.”
“It’s cute,” Tiffany replied.
Suddenly a rush of anxiety came over Tiffany as she said, shaking, “What am I going to do about clothing and my personal items?”
“When was the last time you bathed?”
“Right before going to the mall.” She paused, then continued, “But I am all sweaty and have no change of clothes.”
“Why don’t you take a bath, wear one of my tee shirts and sweat pants, then I’ll wash your clothes with mine in the laundromat? Then, when I get paid Friday, I know of a thrift store a few towns over that sells articles of clothing for twenty-five cents apiece.”
“What about my undergarments? I know thrift stores don’t sell those.”
I will buy you whichever ones you like.”
“But you’re on a fixed income.”
“Yes, but this is an emergency and I happen to have just enough money left over.”
“Thanks. You’re really sweet, Zack.”
“It’s the least I could do.”
“And you would wash my clothes for me?”
“Sure, I need to do a load of laundry anyway,” Zachary said as he retrieved a black tee-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants from his dresser, then continued, “Go bathe and change in my bathroom, then afterward, place your dirty laundry in my hamper. It’s in my bedroom closet.”
Tiffany nodded then walked to Zachary’s bathroom.
Zachary stood in his kitchen and listened to the radio as he began to prepare dinner.
Tiffany removed her pink tee-shirt, then her purple brassiere as she stared at herself in the mirror. She then removed her grey tennis shoes, yellow socks, dark blue jeans, and white panty. She then used the toilet and subsequently flushed. Afterwards, she drew water in the bathtub and quickly bathed and dried off from the bathroom heater. She then donned Zachary’s black tee shirt and grey sweat pants, then bundled up all of her clothes, and placed them in Zachary’s laundry hamper which was now full. She saw Zachary in the kitchen, listening to a piece on NPR and slicing some squash and zucchini.
She covered his eyes from behind and said, “Guess who?”
“Is it the lovely Tiffany Taylor?”
“What’s the prize?”
“It would be a sin if I gave it to you now, but I definitely want to, Zack Moore!”
Zachary turned around and beheld her, then spoke, “Good Lord, Tiffany, you’re so beautiful!”
“Oh, Zack, I’m a mess.”
“But those clothes I gave you, they accentuate all of your lovely features and, wow, I’ve never been so attracted to someone!”
Zachary blushed afterward.
Tiffany kissed both of his red cheeks then said, “You’re so cute when you blush. And I know I have found someone good if I am wearing a tee-shirt, sweat pants, my hair is a mess and he still thinks I am beautiful.”
“You would be beautiful no matter what you wear!”
“Aww. You’re really sweet!”
“Thank you!” Zachary said as he kissed her, then preheated his oven to 350 Degrees Fahrenheit.
“Do you need any help with dinner?” Tiffany asked.
“Well, I could use some help with the seasoning base,” Zachary replied.
“Just tell me what you need.”
“Very well,” Zach said, the placed a pot on his electric range and said, “Pour some olive oil until the bottom of the pot is covered, then add some minced onions, garlic powder, Italian seasoning, Oregano, dehydrated bell peppers, and brown sugar. They’re all in my cabinet to the right of my stove.”
Tiffany retrieved everything from the cabinets. She poured the olive oil until the bottom of the pot was covered, then asked, “How do you measure the other spices?”
“Just add some of each until the olive oil is no longer clear.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive!” Zachary said as he kissed her.
Tiffany added the spices then Zachary added the sliced squash and zucchini.
She then asked, “What next?”
“Turn on the burner to very low, then stir every so often with a wooden spoon until everything carmelizes.”
“It’s nice to have a home-cooked meal. My parents usually buy those frozen Banquet Dinners.”
“Well, I eat those as well, only if I don’t have the time to cook,” Zachary paused, then continued, “Now keep stirring, but I will show you how I make meatballs.”
Zachary took a plate of fresh ground beef from his refrigerator, then placed it in his mixing bowl. He also took a half-full bag of Mozzarella cheese from his refrigerator and added it to the mix, as he said, “The cheese gives the meatballs an extra flavor.” Zachary then added black pepper, seasoned salt, garlic powder, minced onion, and parsley to the mix. “Here’s the nasty part,” Zachary said as he washed his hands, then rinsed them and began to evenly mix the ground beef with the cheese and seasonings until it was consistent. The oven beeped, thereby indicating that it had reached the target temperature. Zachary then took a skillet and sprayed it with Pam. Afterward, they formed the ground beef mixture into little heaps the size of ping pong balls and placed them on the skillet and then in the oven. After closing the door, Zachary activated the stopwatch feature on his G-Shock.
A wonderful aroma filled the kitchen when Zachary said, “Time to add the sauce to the seasoning base.” He opened two jars of Ragu Garden Combination and poured them into the pot, then kissed Tiffany and said, “Now mix all of that and stir every now and then.”
Tiffany smiled sweetly as she stirred with the wooden spoon.
Suddenly Zachary had shooting pains in his lower back. By the expression on his face, he was unable to hide the fact that something was wrong.
Promptly, Tiffany asked, “What’s the matter, bae?”
“Oh, my wretched back is giving me trouble yet again.”
“Is it because of what happened today?”
“No. Please don’t worry about that, sweetheart. It’s not your fault at all, I frequently get back pain while cooking and doing many other activities as well.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“You could hold me.”
“Okay, I’ll do that. I would want to do that anyway!”
“Then let’s relax on the couch while dinner cooks. We have a few minutes before the meatballs are done baking.”
Tiffany sat on one end of the couch and Zachary laid resting his head in her lap.
He looked up at her face with awestruck admiration while she smiled at him, playing with his hair and caressing his face.
Zachary took the remote then turned on his television and scanned for channels. There was only one channel coming in reliably enough, and it was playing a prime-time drama. Tiffany shuddered when the scene became violent. Zachary noticed, to which he turned the television off and said, “I’m sorry. If I knew that show would have upset you, I wouldn’t have watched it with you.”
“Do you usually watch that kind of stuff?”
“Not really. It’s just that was the only channel coming in at the moment. The weather affects my TV reception.”
“What radio station were you listening to earlier?”
“The local NPR station.”
“National Public Radio. It’s like PBS, but radio instead of television. I listen to NPR because it enhances my vocabulary, therefore improving my writing.”
“Do you listen to it a lot?”
“What would be playing at this hour?”
“Okay, nice! Do you think we could listen? Maybe it could inspire my painting when I get more art supplies.”
“Sure. I’ll turn my kitchen radio on.”
“I’ll do it, you rest.”
Tiffany then walked to the kitchen and switched the radio back on. They listened for a few minutes, then Zachary checked his watch. The twenty minutes were almost up.
Both walked to the kitchen and stood by the oven.
Zachary’s stopwatch feature on his G-Shock reached twenty minutes, so he opened the oven door, then with a potholder, removed the skillet and poured the meatballs along with the drippings into the pot of sauce. He then stirred the mixture and turned the oven and the burner off.
“Why you turned the burner off?” Tiffany asked.
“Because the mixture is hot enough to continue cooking, besides, we need to do laundry and I need to buy you some underwear.”
“Where can we get some?”
“There’s a Dollar General next door, we can go there.”
“I’ll just get a cheap six-pack of panties then.”
“Even the cheapest undergarments would make your bottom lovely!”
Tears filled Tiffany’s eyes as she said, “Thank you for saying that. You make me feel beautiful. My dad is always making comments about how big my butt is and that I shouldn’t eat so much.”
“I’m glad that I make you feel beautiful because, to me, you’re the most beautiful lady there is!”
“You’re making me want to commit that sin with you!”
“I want to commit that sin with you as well, but I am deathly afraid of losing you! As I’ve said before, I’d rather be obedient to my God and have you by my side for the rest of my life than have you for a few moments of pleasure only to lose you and never get you back. You’re worth the wait!”
Tiffany grabbed Zachary then pulled him to her and showered his face with kisses.
“Let’s go get me some panties,” Tiffany said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Would you also like some socks?”
“Sure, if you have the money.”
“I think I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
Tiffany borrowed a pair of socks from Zachary and then put them and her tennis shoes on.
Zachary then grabbed his key lanyard and flashlight as they walked out of his apartment, down the stairs, then to the Dollar General.
They entered and walked right to the clothing section. There was a six-pack of socks that Tiffany grabbed immediately. Then there were several six-packs of panties that Tiffany had considered until she saw one that was all different colors: one white, one lavender, one black, one pink, one flesh-colored, and one gray. “Zack, what do you think of these?” She asked.
“I am at a loss for words on how beautiful I think you would be in them!” Zachary replied.
“Then buy them for me!”
“Very well, sweetheart!”
Tiffany kissed Zachary with great passion and then said, “Thank you!”
Zachary kissed her in return and affectionately patted her bottom.
Both blushed and grinned as they embraced.
“Oh, I almost forgot, I need some Tide to wash our laundry,” Zachary said.
“That’s fine,” Tiffany replied.
With that, they walked to the detergent section and purchased a small bottle of Tide, then walked to the counter and checked out.
By the light of Zachary’s flashlight, they walked home. After entering, Tiffany secured her new socks and panties. Afterward, she carried the laundry basket while Zachary carried the bottle of Tide and a roll of quarters to the laundromat. They selected a washing machine, then placed the clothes in, paid the quarters, and started it. Then hand in hand they walked back up to Zachary’s apartment by the light of his flashlight.
Upon arriving home, Zachary received a text message stating a low balance alert in his checking account.
“Now, I’m going to show you how to make the pasta,” Zachary said. He took another pot and filled it with water from his kitchen tap. He then added a few drops of olive oil and some parsley. Finally, he took a one-pound box of dried spaghetti noodles, broke them in half, dropped them in the pot, and put it on to boil. When the pasta was boiled, Zachary heated the sauce, then said, “I’m going switch the laundry. When I return, let us eat. Don’t open the door to anyone but me.”
Tiffany nodded then kissed him.
Zachary locked his door behind him, then walked down to the laundromat by the light of his flashlight with the quarters in hand. He saw that the washing machine was finished so he transferred the laundry to a dryer, then placed the quarters in and started it. Afterwards, he left the laundromat and walked back up to his unit.
Tiffany was setting the table as he entered.
“I’ll serve us, sweetheart,” Zachary said.
“Thanks, bae!” Tiffany replied.
Zack served each of them a generous portion of spaghetti and meatballs. Afterward, he sat down and said grace, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for this wonderful meal and we thank you for all the gifts and blessings that You have so graciously bestowed upon us. We also ask that you bless our relationship, keep us together forever and that You compel us to honor and glorify You with our lives. Please protect us from all who wish to do harm and please meet all of our needs, both seen and unseen, known and unknown. Bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies for Your service and glory. We make these prayers in Your Son Jesus’ Precious Name, Amen!”
As they were eating, Tiffany said, “I love hearing you pray, Zack!”
Zachary then asked, “Would you like to come to church with me tomorrow evening?”
“Church on a Wednesday?”
“I mean, sure, I’m only used to church on either Saturday or Sunday.”
“I have church on Sunday as well.”
“I’ll go with you, both on Sunday and Wednesday. I feel a voice in my head that is urging me to go with you.”
“This food is delicious, Zack!”
“Thank you. You know you helped me make it!”
“And get used to it.”
“But everything I eat goes straight to my butt.”
“As I’ve said before, your bottom is very lovely!”
“What if it gets really big though?”
“Then that will mean more of it for me to adore and enjoy!”
“In a way, I’m glad my parents never let me have any freedom because now I am pure for you and if there is anyone worth losing my virginity to, it’s you, Zack!”
“And I’m glad that I have this disability and no other women wanted me, because we will be pure for each other and our honeymoon will be immensely special!”
“You still want me to marry you?” Tiffany asked in a puppy dog voice.
“Of course. You and no one else!”
“I’m falling for you, fast and hard Zack, so please don’t break me!”
“The feeling is mutual and let me say that I would rather die than break your heart!”
They finished up their meal, then placed the leftovers in Zachary’s refrigerator.
For a little while, they listened to more classical music on NPR. There was a break in the music and a weather forecast was given. The announcer stated that another round of thunderstorms would be making their way through the listening area during the overnight hours and that some had severe potential.
Zachary looked at his G-Shock and realized that his laundry was near done, so, he grabbed his basket, key lanyard, and flashlight, then he and Tiffany walked down to the laundromat. A thick scratchy wind was blowing through the complex as they walked across the parking lot and into the laundromat. There were a few seconds left on the dryer as they embraced, lost in each others’ eyes. The dryer buzzed, then Zachary loaded the freshly cleaned laundry into his basket. Tiffany carried it up to his unit and he escorted her.
She set the basket down on the living room floor.
“You can get your clothes out if you wish, but I’ll fold mine tomorrow. I need to wash my dishes before the next round of storms come through.”
“I’ll help you, Zachary.”
Together they washed and rinsed all of the dishes, then set them on the counter to dry.
Tiffany then asked, “Do you think you could read more of your stories to me?”
“Sure, I would be honored to!” Zachary replied.
With that, they walked to Zachary’s computer. Zachary sat down on the chair and Tiffany laid on the couch. Tiffany hung on to his every word, smiling from ear to ear. He read to her until they were very sleepy.
“Why don’t we get some rest?” Zachary asked.
“Okay, bae.” Tiffany replied.
She then went to the bathroom, took off Zachary’s sweat pants, and put on a pink pair of her new panties. She also put on another one of Zachary’s tee shirts, a grey one.
After she stepped out of the bathroom, Zachary beheld her with a mixture of tremendous admiration and immense lust.
He held her close to him and began to kiss her face, then her neck, then her chest, then her stomach as he caressed her buttocks.
“If you go any further, it will be a sin. But I would greatly enjoy it.”
“You’re right, Tiffany. And I don’t want to lose you as a result of that sin. No, I want you by my side forever!”
“That is my wish as well!”
Hand in hand, Zachary walked Tiffany to his bedroom, then tucked her in and gave her a long sweet goodnight kiss.
He then walked to his living room and pulled out the mattress of his futon and went to sleep…
…Hours passed by…
A severe thunderstorm had developed and had woken Tiffany up.
Wind, lightning, and thunder were constant.
She was very frightened, to the point of tears.
Tiffany walked out of bed, to Zachary’s living room.
She gently tapped him, “Zack…Zack…Zack…”
Finally, Zachary woke up and asked, “Tiffany are you all right?”
“I’m scared of the weather, Zack. Will you come hold me?”
“Sure, Tiffany. It would be a joy for you to sleep in my arms.”
“Then come right now.”
Zachary stepped off the couch, then followed Tiffany to his bedroom. They both climbed into his bed and pulled the covers over them.
Zachary held his arms around Tiffany’s waist and rested his face in the back of her neck.
Tiffany then said, “When I was a little girl, I was always afraid of the weather. I guess because my parents always said that God would kill me with lightning or a tornado because I was so wicked.”
“You’re very sweet and God loves you immensely. Your parents are the ones who are wicked.”
“I guess it is on my mind because I just left them and they are probably angry at me. I’d like to see the looks on their faces if they could see us cuddling and do nothing about it.”
Zachary kissed the back of her neck.
Tiffany pushed her buttocks against Zachary and then said, “I wish I could see the look on your face too, Zack because you get to feel my big butt all night long while I wear these sexy panties.”
“I admit that I am smiling more than I ever have and I do feel very privileged,” Zachary said as he held her even closer to him.
“Then hold me all night like this, bae!”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart!”
A bright bolt of lightning flashed followed by a loud crash of thunder.
“It’s not as scary now that I am in your arms, Zack.”
Zachary simply kissed her as they soon fell asleep, happier than ever before…