A Hand - Sex Stories

A Hand

... woman' but this was her old home and she had slipped back into it easily. She loved having a larger kitchen, a basement, yard and garage. She was most certainly in one of those place. Claire would go search her out... once her mother left.

She sat on the bed, knees clamped together. She was uncomfortable here; not because of anything either of her housemates had said or done, but because of things that maybe they didn't say. She did not want to cause 'Ellen' any inconvenience in her own home. Like taking to long in the bathroom. Or playing music to loud. Or maybe sometimes not wearing enough clothes... She felt like she was walking on eggshells, whether or not she actually was.

Her eyes fell on the boxes they had yet to unpack. Lots of their things had to go into storage, but her computer setup had to come with. She had no idea what to do with it here, however, so packed it remained. There were corners she could probably set it up in, but she mostly used it for streaming; a small supplement to her income. But she had to find a place she wouldn't bother anyone doing it. That, and 'Ellen's' internet was not exactly the best.

She was startled from her thoughts as her phone rang. Actually rang, as in someone actually calling. Not a text or a messenger alert; a real voice call. That was weird, especially so early in the morning. She rarely got calls anymore. She blinked, taken aback before she shook herself out of it and reached for the nightstand to answer it. ...

... "Hello?"

"There she is!" Dee's voice came through the device. "Hey babe! You up yet? Did I wake you?"

"Up and showered." She replied. "Saw your mom in the hall, thanked her for putting up with me. Where'd you get to so early?"

"The garage. Working on those old chairs." Dee said. "Had mom's car pulled out to make room and just saw her leave. You don't need to worry about her. She likes you."

"So she says" Claire sighed. "And I like her. It's just... new. So what's up? You haven't called me in, like, ever. It's always been texts or shouting."

"I was gonna see if you'd come out to the garage." Dee said. "I could use... a hand... with something."

"I guess." said Claire. "What do you need? I'm not going to get dirty am I? I did just take a shower..."

"Uh, no. I don't think..." Dee stammered. "No, uh sorry, no. You should be fine. She you in a bit." Claire could hear Dee curse under her breath and fumble with her phone before she hung up.

Claire blinked again. That was several shades of strange for Dee. Calling, and stammering? And hanging up so abruptly? Part of the reason she didn't call, was that she was a talker, and would stretch out conversations. She stood, looking around for clothes before glancing down at her robe. It was brief, but it covered all the important stuff. She smirked to herself. The garage was not connected, but it wasn't far. As long as she wasn't going to get dirty, it would do fine. And Dee might get a kick out of her coming out in so ...