Sticky Gift: A Futanari on Male & Female Story
Stephen’s building was shit. Mine was worse, but his was shit too. It hadn’t been a hard decision when we were trying to figure out which place we were going to keep, and which place we were going to get rid of. But Stephen’s place was closer to the city and it had a doorman, well, sort of. He was the building super when there was something broken, otherwise, he kept a little office at the desk by the front door during the day and into the evening.
“Come on, look at this place. I’m working on Janet’s team now. This project is going to be the one. Come on, don’t you want to live closer to the city?” He had been so excited, so persuasive when he had suggested it.
Really, I was really just playing with the idea. The moment he had suggested it, I had secretly agreed, but you know, you don’t want to seem too eager, right?
And I didn’t disagree with him. The Barrett Firm had already given him one raise when they had moved him onto Janet’s team, with the promise of more and I loved him and loved being close to him and his things.
How could I have said no?
Besides, I did love the old place. It was shit, an absolute rubbish bin, but it had character, all brick with windows that barely worked but they each had a million panes, and they were all the way around. And who cared that in the winter the floors were absolute ice?
And it had Henry, the super. Born somewhere near Darby in the sixties, he was an unhealthy, Englishman who always had an unlit cigar in his mouth. But he was friendly and personable and if you needed a hand, well, if a woman needed a hand, he was quick to volunteer. And I won’t even begin to go into the gossip Henry was privy too.