GITJ Post 323: A Date with Her Chest, p3

“So that’s my mom’s room…she keeps it closed when she’s not here,” Melissa explained to him, as she carried him in her arms down the upstairs balcony, off of which the sleeping quarters were found. She’d been giving him an ersatz tour, after suggesting they take the rest of the dinner upstairs, so he could ‘really rest’. After climaxing in his pants, Dr. J had become groggy, but with a little encouragement and some - mostly unconscious on her part - modulations in pheromones 0001.55.6677.xc (up) and 0001.55.6022.cd (down), Melissa was able to keep him awake. After popping the top back onto the egg-drop soup she’d next asked him to hold it, and a spoon, and…’oh yeah, in case I have to wipe you’...a single napkin. Then she’d picked him up. She noticed that he took to it - no complaints, and he relaxed more quickly across her arms - much better this time than before. He didn’t mind that she wouldn’t let him walk under his own power and insisted he be carried. Nope, not a peep this time. That made her smile, as she walked him up the sweeping staircase to the open second floor...

They passed by an upstairs bathroom. “I don’t know why that one’s here,” she said, letting him have a glimpse inside the tasteful, modern lav, “every bedroom has its own bathroom, too.” Melissa herself seemed partially amused at the poshness of her mother’s home. From what she’d told him, she’d been raised - she and her sister, who she also never really talked too much about - by a single mom in various states, never with much money to their name. So this place, in its modern, obviously costly grandeur, seemed funny and peculiar to her. She seemed pretty casual about it, though, and he’d already decided not to ask too many questions.

She turned and let him look over the balcony, though, for a moment, down across the great room in which they’d just spent the past half hour or so, and knew he couldn’t help but appreciate the splendor which her mother was now able to afford. As weird and incongruous it was to her upbringing, it did spark a little pride in Melissa knowing that a woman, her mom, could come from so little and accomplish so much. She’d never been an outwardly materialistic girl, Melissa, but sometimes it was nice to have fancy shit.

“The room I moved into up here is pretty nice,” she continued, as they turned into the final bedroom on the upper floor, one of four, total, “It’s just a guest room but it’s got these nice big windows, big closets, an awesome bath…”

The fact that they had just stepped into Melissa’s bedroom, the two of them alone, was not lost on him. Nor was the fact that her windows - yes, big floor-to-ceiling ones - had automatic shades that immediately started closing as soon as they entered. The door, he also noticed, was kicked gently closed behind them, and he immediately realized he was being sealed off from the outside world, by both Melissa and this house.