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  She woke to find Elaine sitting at the end of her bed, a box of pizza in her lap. “Hi, sleepyhead. Ready to eat dinner?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Becca nodded.

  “Good girl,” Elaine smiled cheerily. She was as beautiful as Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins, Becca felt. Elaine stood up and left the room, gently squeezing Becca’s foot as she got up.

  ∞∞∞

  Dinner was quiet at first. Her pizza was on a plate shaped like a cat’s face but Becca thought nothing of it – Elaine was quirky and Becca thought the plate was cute. Elaine had already eaten and sat in her reading chair with a lamp on and a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. The sight only solidified Becca’s opinion that Elaine resembled Julie Garland and she found herself giggling as she chewed.

  “What’s so funny, little girl?” Elaine asked, looking up over her book.

  “You just reminded me of a character from a movie, that’s all.”

  “Would you like to watch a movie?” Elaine wondered.

  “No, I’m afraid I’d fall asleep halfway through,” Becca confided.

  “You and I both, Becca. It’s been a long day. I meant to ask you, the rails on that bed come up. Do you want me to raise them for you?” Elaine asked.

  “I don’t want to be too much trouble. You’ve already gone out of your way for me. I’m fine, really,” Becca said, feeling guilty. She should just go home – the apartment would maybe be bearable if she opened the windows but the thought of leaving Elaine’s made her sad.

  “It’s no trouble at all. No one’s slept in it before, so I’m looking forward to it. Let me know when you’re ready for bed and I’ll get you tucked in,” Elaine told her.

  Becca lowered her head, finishing her second slice of pizza. “Would you read me a story too?” she wondered, joking of course.

  “If you’d like. Being read to always helped me fall asleep when I was young,” Elaine said understandingly.

  “I was just joking but I think I would like that,” Becca agreed.

  Elaine just smiled at her and Becca felt herself blushing. She looked away, picking up the tall glass of water Elaine had poured her and gulping half down. She felt tired. “I guess I should get back to sleep. I’ve got to go to work pretty early tomorrow.”

  “I’ll get you a bottle for bed,” Elaine said, standing up.

  “Excuse me?” Becca asked, her brow furrowing. Her mind went to a bottle like a baby would have.

  “Do you not sleep with a water bottle at your bedside? I always wake up in the night super thirsty, myself.”

  Relief flooded Becca’s face, though she wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t feel a little disappointed too, “Oh! Yes, please. That sounds like a good idea.”

  “You’ll want to go to the bathroom before I put the rails up, Becca, dear. It’ll be difficult for you after I’ve gone to bed to get out.”

  “Mm, right,” Becca said chewing her lip. Elaine sure did have a lot of good ideas and Becca didn’t mind a lick being bossed around by her. She’d always liked following orders. She watched Elaine grab a bottle from a cabinet and fill it with water from the fridge door, then screw a cap on with a protruding lip. It was a perfectly normal water bottle – ideal for bikers or runners. It wasn’t a baby’s bottle, most importantly, but the mouth of it was made of soft white rubber that could certainly be seen that way. Becca finished her glass of water and took the bottle, cuddling it up against her chest as she stood up from the couch. Her tan legs were bare, she’d never put something on her bottom, so she just stood in Elaine’s living room in that onesie and not an ounce of shame.

  “Alright, to bed with you. I’ll be in shortly, I’ve just got to turn off the lights,” Elaine urged. “What time have you got to wake up?”

  “Six,” Becca said sullenly. “I’m a mechanic.”

  “That’s wonderful, dear. I’ve always liked girls who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty,” Elaine praised her. It surprised Becca, most of the women she’d talked to about it seemed a bit put off. More than one had broken up with her because of her greasy hands.

  Minutes later, Becca was back in bed where Elaine had found her the second time. She laid her head down on the pillow and curled up on her side, setting the closed bottle beside her pillow. In the corner of the room, right beside the bed actually, there was a large rocking chair next to a shelf of storybooks. However, Elaine returned holding a kindle. She set the kindle down, Becca watching her closely, and moved to raise the rail on the side closest to the bathroom first. It came up as high as the headboard itself. Then she moved to the other side and moved that one just to halfway. She leaned over the rail and tucked the blanket in around Becca’s form, softly humming a soothing toon. “Still want that story, precious?”

  Becca yawned and nodded her head, her teeth softly sinking into her lower lip.

  Elaine stroked her hair, a gesture unexpected but entirely welcome. It made Becca feel loved and cared for the submissive young women in the magazine she’d been looking at earlier. She knew it was ridiculous, that Elaine couldn’t possibly love her, but it was such a tender gesture that her heart melted, and she went to a very vulnerable place. Becca pressed her knuckles against her lips and sighed in contentment.

  Then Elaine sat down in the rocker, her hips angling as she crossed her legs, and she picked up her kindle.

  “Once upon a time, there was a kitten who loved to chase a magical red light across the floor,” her voice haunted, lulling Becca closer to sleep. She closed her eyes, listening to the story of the very determined and mischievous calico. Elaine’s voice was beautiful to her ears. Before long, Becca was falling asleep. The last thing she felt before she drifted into the warm darkness entirely was the soft touch of Elaine’s lips on her cheek. “Goodnight, sweet baby.”

  ∞∞∞

  Becca woke up with a start. Knocking on the door had pulled her out of the deepest of dreams. She was chasing a light, a red light, and leaped to catch it only to sit straight up in bed.

  “Becca, it’s Elaine. It’s six am. Would you like breakfast?” Elaine called.

  “No, thank you, Miss Elaine. I need to run to my place and get ready,” Becca spoke, groggily. She picked up the water bottle and thirstily drank most of it. “Um… can you come let me out?” Becca called; her voice clearer.

  “Of course,” Elaine said as she opened the door. “I made you lunch to bring to work, I hope that’s okay. There are a few granola bars in the bag too, for snacks.”

  “You didn’t have to do that,” Becca said, her eyes widening.

  “I know, but it feels nice to take care of someone. I’ve got to run into the office, today. I’m not sure when I’ll be home – there are some meetings I have to make, but if you get back before me, there’s a spare key under the plant outside by the door.”

  “Hopefully he can fix the heater today,” Becca said.

  “If he can’t, that’s alright. You’re free to sleep here until it’s resolved,” Elaine said, her face already made up – long lashes thick with mascara and her blue eyes lined with black. She wore a deep blue boatneck dress and a layered necklace of colorful glass, and black heeled boots with fringe velvety tassels on the calves.

  “Thanks again,” Becca said, quickly getting up. She moved to her jean shorts and threw them on over the onesie she’d slept in and picked up her underwear, bra, and shirt. “Can I have your number, just to touch base throughout the day?”

  “Of course,” Elaine beamed at her. “I’d like nothing more than to hear from you.”

  Becca slipped her shoes on and accepted Elaine’s card in the living room, then walked across the hall. She unlocked her apartment which was still blistering with heat and grabbed a few sets of coveralls and packed a bag just in case it wasn’t fixed by the time she got home. Then she went to work.

  Work was hard. She almost lost a finger, distracted by thoughts of Elaine as she worked through the day. Her Uncle ragged on her, but she took it in stride, knowin
g that if he had been in the company of a woman as beautiful as her neighbor, he’d have the same focus issues she did.

  At lunch she checked her cell and texted Elaine, asking her how her day was. Then she called Mr. Lucas, dreading that conversation. He didn’t answer his phone and it rolled to voicemail, so she hung up.

  Elaine sent her a photo of a large bouquet of flowers and asked Becca what she thought. Becca replied that they looked beautiful. An hour later, they showed up at the shop. Her aunt worked the counter and gushed over the flowers, sure that they were from her husband.

  “Cindy, I didn’t send them. What’s the card says,” Leroy asked his wife. Becca recognized the arrangement and covered her mouth, a gesture she tried to avoid when she was at work to not get her face gunky. Grease caused acne.

  “It says they’re for Becca. From Miss Elaine. Becca?” Her aunt Cindy inquired.

  “Wow. I had no idea she would send me flowers,” Becca said, her face still one of shock.

  “Who is she ?” Cindy asked.

  Becca blushed, turning away. “She’s just a friend. My neighbor.”

  “Don’t lie to me, bunny. I recognize that look. You’ve got a crush!” Cindy exclaimed.

  Her uncle shook his head. “Where are you supposed to put them, Rebecca?”

  “I’m sorry, Uncle. I don’t know. Let aunty decide. My apartment is unlivable at the moment,” Becca said.

  “I’ll keep them up here with me, Becca, but you should bring them home when you can. They’re beautiful,” Aunt Cindy gushed and rounded on Leroy with her next breath, “Why don’t you ever get me flowers, baby?”

  “You’re right. I’m a terrible husband. File a complaint with the board.”

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  P erhaps sending a bouquet of snapdragons was overboard but Elaine felt the need to impress. To express her interest; to stake her claim. Just because Becca was a mechanic didn’t mean she didn’t like pretty things she knew very well already Becca enjoyed soft pinks and glitter – her apartment was full of it.

  Her meetings were boring – her lunch, she barely tasted. She smiled when she got Becca’s thank you for the flowers and a photo of Becca holding one of them to her nose. Adorable.

  You’re welcome, pretty. How’s your day? Elaine asked.

  Grimy. You might not want me at your house after a day like today. Becca answered.

  Don’t be ridiculous. I think it’s sexy, Elaine wrote, surprising herself. And it gives me an excuse to get you back in that tub.

  Becca wrote, Lunch was delicious. Can I ask you a question, Miss Elaine?

  Of course. What is it? Elaine asked.

  Who were the onesies and the… crib… for? Becca texted.

  I bought them, hoping I’d meet a little girl like you someday, Elaine admitted.

  How do you know I’m little? Becca asked.

  Mommies just know sometimes. Elaine answered. She exhaled heavily and put her phone down, looking around the room to see if anyone was looking into her office. She picked up her files and skimmed them, determined to concentrate, but failing when she heard the ding of her phone on her desk. She picked it up to read Becca’s reply.

  I’ve never had a Mommy before. But if I did, I’d want her to be like you.

  ∞∞∞

  Elaine was high on excitement. She didn’t want to press her luck. She and Becca were just getting to know one another, and she didn’t want to ruin it by demanding commitments. Instead, she would do what she needed to prove to Becca and herself she was deserving of the title.

  She rushed home after work and unlocked her door. Becca wasn’t inside and hadn’t been since that morning, she could tell. So she stepped across the hall and rapped her knuckles against the door. Becca opened it, still dressed in coveralls from work and with a rag tied around her head.

  “Hey,” Becca said, her voice sounding bittersweet. “I was hoping to get cleaned up before I saw you…”

  “I told you, I don’t mind. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” Becca smiled. “Feel that?”

  Elaine did, “Air conditioning. Nice. So. you’ll be able to go back to your normal routine.”

  Becca nodded keeping her eyes on the floor, “Looks that way.”

  “What are your plans for dinner, Bex?” Elaine said, her voice rising.

  “I was probably going to reheat something,” Becca admitted.

  “Join me for dinner.”

  “What about tucking me in after?” Becca asked.

  “I can do that,” Elaine said.

  ∞∞∞

  Elaine watched Becca eat her dinner and couldn’t resist the urge to ask Becca why she wasn’t eating her vegetables.

  “I’ll eat them if you want me to,” Becca laughed. “I don’t usually like Brussel sprouts.”

  “Three bites for me. I’ll make sure not to cook them again.”

  She watched Becca pick one up and bite into it, a look of surprise on her face. “Actually… I like yours.”

  Elaine laughed. “Okay, sweetie.”

  Dinner passed and they exchanged pleasantries about their day. Elaine learned about Becca’s life growing up. “This is my first apartment all to myself,” Becca confided.

  “And before that, you lived with your Uncle Leroy?” Elaine asked, sipping her wine.

  “Yeah. My parents died when I was eight. There was an accident.”

  Elaine frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that. That’s a lot to go through when you’re little.”

  “It was a long time ago,” Becca said, looking down. “Thank you for dinner, Miss Elaine.”

  “Oh, you’re more than welcome.”

  “Can I ask you… where did you get those onesies from? I really enjoyed wearing the one last night,” Becca asked timidly.

  “You can have them, Becca. I’ll replace them. They’re from a specialty shop online. I can send you the link, later this evening.”

  “Thank you. It’s strange to talk about this stuff with someone in person.”

  “We’ve mostly been talking around it, though,” Elaine pointed out. “I don’t even know what you’re into really.”

  “I’ve always been submissive. Little-leaning, I would say. But I really like the set up you have. You’d make a great Mommy, I bet,” Becca replied.

  “Thank you, sweetie. I hope you don’t mind me looking after you for the past few days.”

  “I really enjoy it,” Becca reassured her. “You’re a lovely person. I like you a lot.”

  “I like you a lot too,” Elaine glowed. “Ready for bed?”

  Becca breathed deep and smiled, “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I’ll be over soon. Why don’t you go get ready?” Elaine asked her.

  Becca nodded in response, her cheeks glowing pink. The woman rose to head home.

  As Elaine watched her go, she resisted the urge to ask her to stay the night. Becca was a sweet girl. Every drawn-out moment made the next even more magical. That was why she didn’t. Taking it slowly made everything much sweeter. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun along the way.

  Almost twenty minutes later, Elaine walked over to Becca’s. The door was cracked open, the hall light was dark, but a light glowed from what she presumed to be Becca’s bedroom. The little-leaning-submissive stepped out of her bathroom, a pastel blue baby doll barely reaching the top of her thighs. Her breasts were pushed up, her hair braided in pigtails. Becca’s radiance nearly knocked Elaine off her feet, but the dominant woman pulled herself together. She tilted her head, leaning against the door frame. “Brushed your teeth?”

  “Yes, Miss Elaine,” Becca professed, her eyes glittering. She turned off the bathroom light and moved to her bed, a white comforter rumpled across the foot. She laid her head down on her pillow and looked up at Elaine with a soft pout. “Is it time for my bedtime story?”

  “Yes, it is,” Elaine answered. She moved to sit beside the young woman and reached down to the foot of the bed, pulling the blanket up
around her hips, and tucked it around her waist. “Get cozy, young lady.”

  “Yes, Miss Elaine,” Becca answered obediently.

  Elaine smiled, a tongue slipping across her lower lip as she unlocked her phone and began to read. “There was a naughty little woman who loved to play hide and seek. One day, the young lady hid in Mistress-Mommy’s closet and fell asleep. Her mommy couldn’t find her for several hours, but when she finally did, she tucked her in bed and tied her to the bed while she slept.”

  “Her mommy must have been scared,” Becca answered.

  “She was, and she decided that the best way to prove her point wasn’t to get angry but to punish her little love in a way she’d never go missing for so long again.”

  “What did she do, Miss Elaine?” Becca asked, her eyes widening.

  “She gave her little doll a goodnight kiss,” Elaine said simply.

  “Can you show me, Miss Elaine?” Becca asked.

  “I don’t know if it’s appropriate, darling. You haven’t misbehaved,” Elaine digressed, her lashes lowering as she seemed to mull it over. She squeezed Becca’s knee through the blanket. “But I can give you a hint if you’d like.”

  “I would like that very much, Miss Elaine,” Becca said. Elaine met her gaze – the woman was earnest.

  “Very well. Open your mouth, just a little, pumpkin.” Elaine gave the order, scooting toward her neighbor.

  Elaine gripped Becca’s jaw lightly and leaned over her, her lips pressing across Becca’s. She parted them, trailing her tongue around the soft skin of Becca’s lips. Becca moaned a little, her body shifting beneath the comforter, but Elaine pulled back.