Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... us. They always talk about how lots of kids fall through the cracks. Elinore can fall through the cracks and stay with us, with me," I volunteered.

"What do you know about raising a kid?" Bobbie quickly asked.

"Honestly, nothing, but I was a kid once," I remarked.

"Perfect. Not exactly the answer I was looking for," she said.

We talked round in circles for the next hour trying to come up with a good plan for Elinore. Eventually, we came to the conclusion that I would give up my apartment, move into Angel's and become the primary caregiver for the child, along with daycare. Bobbie said she would come by often to help out. We were both highly cognizant of the fact that neither of us had ever been a parent before.

"What's that old saying? The blonde leading the blind?" she asked, causing me to laugh for the first time all night.

"Actually, that's 'the blind leading the blind,' but your way is funnier," I rejoined.

"By the way, I'm Oliver Navarro. It's nice to officially meet you, Bobbie," I said formally, holding my hand out for a handshake.

She looked at my hand before looking me in the eyes. She walked past my outstretched hand and into my space, wrapping me in a tearful hug.

"God, I'm going to miss her so much," she said.

"Me, too," was all I could say back.

I called in to my office the next morning and explained to my boss that I needed a couple of personal days to get things squared away with Elinore. Bobbie and I decided that we would ...

... have Angel's body cremated.

It took a couple of weeks for Elinore, Bobbie and I to sort of find a routine. Bobbie showed up at the apartment almost every night after work, and we split cooking duties for meals. I could see why Angel liked her. She was smart and funny, with a bit of sass like Angel had. She was also tall, blonde, blue-eyed and very curvy. I enjoyed her company and missed her on the few nights she didn't come over. A lot of nights she and I talked about our feelings for Angel.

Three months had gone by when a somewhat nervous-looking Bobbie approached me one evening after I had put Elinore down for the night. I was sitting at one end of the three-cushion sofa in the living room and Bobbie sat down on the cushion right next to me, facing me with her feet crossed under her. Most women can do that pretty easily; most guys struggle with the position without a hard surface like a floor or the ground under them.

"Ye-e-e-s?" I asked, drawing the word out in anticipation of... something.

"Oliver, what would you say to getting a bigger apartment and me moving in with you two fulltime?" she asked. "It would be better for both of our wallets and we could better share with Elinore. I love the child and I guess I want to be... her mother, sort of. And you could be her father, sort of. I know you love her, too. We don't need to be married to raise a child. In fact, with both of us in the home, we could even have our own social lives. And since we're friends, not ...