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Hi Everyone
Well I don't usually post patreon previews this soon, but if I don't post this now, the moment will have passed and besides it comes with a super sweet add-on from our dear friend Skinnie S.
I really don't need to explain anything about this one as it is all in the emotion and body language, the rest I leave in the gentle touch of S.
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Andy
His First Valentine
by
Skinnie Stallion
Andy had run to the door when the delivery driver pulled up outside the townhouse and rang the bell. He'd been expecting deliveries all morning. He hadn't listened to what the driver had said as he was handed the beautifully wrapped roses. Red roses. His Aunt had so many admirers. Maybe from Reverend Mayfield, or some smitten businessman, or one of his Aunt's many girlfriends. He even wondered whether Chantelle might have splashed out. Red roses? From Chantelle? Roses Chocolates more like from her. He cringed when he thought about how Chantelle would want to eat them. He still wanted that to be his prerogative but recognised his Aunt had needs and desires of her own
There was no delivery paperwork to sign; the driver just took a photo of the handover, although Andy thought that he was being photographed rather more than the bunch of flowers. It wasn't often that the driver delivered to a house with a formally dressed maid these days. A pretty maid at that. Not in the town centre. Not even in the poshest townhouses. It wasn't Downton Abbey. And not even in Downton did the maids dress in latex. This maid was rather special. (It never occurred to him that he was delivering to a sissymaid. The prettiest maid in the south of England.)
Andy hadn't bothered to read the card perched between the top-most blooms. The flowers had to be for his Aunt. Obviously. He rushed to hand them to her, clipping on his heels on the parquet flooring. She was standing in the kitchen, looking resplendent and squelching in her brown vinyl pants while she checked that his cleaning was going properly, and had moved from his 4" to 5" heels for his duties about the house. At their last review, The Sisterhood had emphasised that it was important to make sure the sissymaid was being properly attentive to her duties.
Jane had taken the flowers and read the card. Andy asked who the roses were from. He was excited to know but also concerned about others vying for his Aunt's attention. She held up for him to read. He gulped and turned away. The roses were for him! From Will! He was overcome. "Everything you are and all you ever will be"? Did Will really mean that? He bit his finger trying to press a sob. It meant so much to him. A tear started to trickle down his face. He couldn't stop that. "Everything"! Will knew and was content with how Andy was. And those final two words meant so much: "Love Will." And kisses too. It was all too much. It was all so sudden. Will really loved him. Another tear joined its colleague as dark streaks started to form from his melting eyeliner.
Andy might have turned away but Jane could tell how he was feeling. The poor lamb. He still found it so difficult to admit his true feelings. He couldn't hide from her. Not after all the patient years she'd spent helping him to find himself. And Will. Will had come through. He was a good boy, thought Jane. Will was what exactly Andy needed: someone who loved him unconditionally. Someone who could help Andy through all his doubts and uncertainties. Someone who could also give him what he needed. The time had come.
And Jane was happy that the prettiest blossom in her kitchen weren't the roses but her own dear Andrew. It didn't matter what The Sisterhood thought, Andrew wasn't hers. He wasn't The Sisterhood's. He was Will's. Always was, if only he could admit it to himself. And always would be. And it was time for them to share that love.
Her Valentine's gift to her nephew wasn't the card nor the new Louboutins boots she'd given him, even though he'd squealed with delight as she'd zipped him up to the thigh when he'd tried them on that morning. It was the meal town she'd booked in for him and Will that evening, and that she'd instructed Will to bring a little overnight bag with a toothbrush, a razor, clean socks, underwear and shirt. She'd provide the other essentials. They would be alone in the house together tonight. If Andrew didn't have a glow on his face in the morning, she'd be disappointed. She liked to think of him wrapping those boots round Will's waist as they finally consummated their passion. It was time.
Now she just needed to decide whether she was going to be spending her evening with Mayfield or Chantelle. Decisions, decisions.
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Oh crikey, I wasn't expecting that. Not so soon. But as you say, otherwise the moment would pass. And we don't want any moments to pass for Andy.
ReplyDeleteThe trouble with writing quickly on the morning of publication is that it leaves not just typos (sorry) but gaps. If I'd taken longer, I would probably have added some bits after the paragraph where Andy has turned away from his Auntie, in a vain attempt to hide his emotions.
Maybe another time?
As you know, I love this piece. I think it captures the emotions beautifully. If my words add something, so be it. But it stands on its own as one of your masterpieces.
S xxxxx
Oh my dear S, typos or not your words a wonderful and I thaqnk youn again for them.
DeleteI am so glad you liked this, I like the emotional ones
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Hello Andy.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Andy is fearful of whether he will receive such a lovely gift? He really should have taken a peek at the card.
Or could he have taken a sneaky look at the card and now he countless butterflies dancing around in his tummy?
As far as Janes' remark goes, is she pleased with Andy or Will? Who can tell if she is thinking about how wonderful it is for Andy to find the one?
Although we only have a glimpse of the legwear, I love the tight brown trousers she is wearing. Or could she actually be wearing a skirt while waiting for her date?
Hope you are well. Hugs to all xxx
Oh my dear Mandy, it is Will she is happy with, happy that he has pledged himself to Andy in such a beautiful way and in a way that can only enhance Andy's feelings of femininity. Flowers?, after all they are for girls ...aren't they?
DeleteThose are tan trousers my friend and I am sure we will be seeing them again.
Big big hugs
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Beautiful imagery after the piece. Another adventure on the horizon for Andy and now, someone special to share them with. A long time in coming, but I hope he never stops evolving. Together, he will be his best for his William.
ReplyDeleteAwww my dear Lee, they will never stop evolving as they find a deeper love than ever before
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I loved this small but powerful story, full of love and lots of lovely sentiments. And the art, impressive, as always. i love what you and aunt Jane have accomplished with our favorite sissy.
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you so much my Anon friend, those are sweet words
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Hello Andy, this week is Carnaval here in Brazil, maybe Tia Jane and Amanda don't want to pay a visit to my dear country, it would be an honor to see an art with these two in Brazilian lands.
ReplyDeleteHello PS , Hmmm I like the ida very much, very colourful and bright, just the sort of thing Andy and Aunt Jane would get involved with. No promises because it will be tricky, but I will think it over
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Which came first? The image or The story? Both compliment each other beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you stealth6948. You're very kind. It was Andy's art that came first and provided the inspiration. I'm afraid I'm a mere hack. I wrote this quite quickly on the morning that the image first appeared on Patreon.
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Don't belittle yourself, anyone who can write a decent story quickly is an artist
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