Frank & Elyse – Chapter 11

xxx stories: Frank & Elyse – Chapter 11

by Burnt Redstone

The bicycle moved under him in perfect synchronicity, responding to his aggressive pedaling with a surge of speed as he danced on the pedals to accelerate himself up the hill at a rapid clip. He was breathing hard and his heart was pounding but he felt completely alive! In fact he felt better than he had in over a year!

Dinner the night before had been incredible! Or rather the company had made it that way. Elyse was… words failed him again. She was beautiful inside and out and his mind was reeling at the thought of being able to spend more time with her.

Being distracted while he was cycling wasn’t such a good idea though so he did his best to keep his mind on the road and the occasional car he encountered. He didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of getting back to see her.

He had his panniers with him again as he intended to pick up the ingredients for making chicken and chorizo paella. If she was interested in sharing dinner with him that is.

He rode a big loop around the town and ended up back at the grocery store once more. He was locking up his bike when he felt someone watching him. He turned and caught Beverly staring at his spandex covered ass.

“Good morning Beverly! Fancy bumping into you here again two days in a row!” he said. He tried to ignore her blatant stare.

She jumped a little and smiled shakily at him. “Good morning Frank! Yes, uh, I needed some ingredients for baking cookies for the church bake sale. You?”

“I’m just getting some stuff to make dinner,” he admitted.

“The offer to come over to our place is still open you know,” she reminded him.

“I know. Why don’t we schedule that for Thursday or Friday? Gives me some time to settle in. I’ll ask Elyse when she’s available and I’ll let you know,” he said with a smile.

“So you two have spoken since the… since the dinner party?” Beverly asked curiously, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes. She dropped by yesterday to apologize and I let her use my Internet connection to look up Internet providers. She’s going to stick with the one she has so I’m letting her work from my place until her connection is installed on Wednesday.”

“That’s… great! You two are hitting it off,” the woman smiled but Frank got the impression that something was off. He really didn’t want to dig too deep as he wanted to get on with his shopping so he could get home.

“Yeah. Well, I’d better get started. Have a good day!” He’d noticed she was carrying bags so she was done her shopping. That eliminated one reason for her to follow him in.

“Ok, you have a good day as well. Looking forward to hearing from you!” she blurted so he smiled and nodded as he entered the store.

He made his way quickly through the store and picked up the items he needed and paid for them. Into the panniers they went and he loaded them back onto his bike.

The ride back was quick and he put his bike back in the garage and locked it up. As he came around to the front door with his loaded panniers he saw Elyse standing in the open doorway and his breath caught in his chest. She was wearing a pale yellow button down blouse which was just a little tight across her generous breasts and cute green capris which just made her long legs seem even longer. She’d left a few buttons open to relieve the strain on her top and his eyes were drawn to her soft- whoa!

He blinked and started breathing and moving forward again. He hadn’t realized he’d come to a standstill as he gazed at her. Her eyes were twinkling with joy as she smiled at his appreciation.

“Good morning Frank!”

“Good morning Elyse! Sleep well?”

“So much better now that the mattress is off the floor! Thank you!” she responded and stepped back to let him enter.

He kicked off his cycling shoes and made his way back to the kitchen, aware that she was taking a good look at his ass in the tight pants. He began to swell in the front so he moved up to the counter to hide his now obvious reaction to her. He spotted the bag of tools he’d loaned her on the counter as well.

“How are you finding working remotely?” he asked.

“It’s a little too quiet. I’m used to a group of ladies sitting around me gossiping all day. I tuned them out mostly but I guess I miss the sound of other people nearby. I hadn’t thought of that.”

Frank was putting away the groceries and nodded as he recalled his own work experiences. “I used to travel a lot for my job and spent way too many hours in hotels in cities all over the world connected to the office with my laptop. I did all of that alone. It is lonely.”

Elyse went still and her eyes locked on his. “So you were on the road a lot? Lonely? While you were away from home you never sought… companionship?” she asked carefully. There was a tightness in her voice.

He looked deeply into her eyes and saw pain there. Ah.

“No. I couldn’t and wouldn’t. That’s not who I am,” Frank said quietly. “Your exes?”

Elyse nodded and dropped her eyes.

“Fools,” he growled and quickly left the kitchen to put the panniers in the closet by the front door. He was trembling in anger at the thought of these two men hurting Elyse. It was nuts as he didn’t know them at all and barely knew Elyse. He had to get control of himself. He took some deep breaths and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you ok?”

He turned to see her concerned eyes gazing into his. His heart leapt into his throat. He cleared it.

“Yes, sorry. It just threw me a little to know they hurt you like that. I guess I’m just a little sensitive to the issue,” he shrugged not looking at her.

“Did Stephanie-”

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to go take my shower now,” he said with a weak smile and eased past her to make his way to his bedroom. He closed the door and stripped his sweaty bike clothes off. He stepped into the shower and stood under the hot water, feeling it loosen the tight muscles. He knew he was still running from the truth of what Stephanie had done. He knew he was partially responsible. He just truly hadn’t faced it head on. She had beaten him verbally with it again and again but he was trying desperately to keep it from touching him. From touching the last and best memories of their marriage. Why he was fighting so hard to keep that he didn’t know.

He washed his hair and body on autopilot as his mind was miles away. Finally, he stepped out and dried himself off.

He pulled on some underwear, socks, khakis and a comfortable short sleeve button down shirt. He picked up his laptop and left the bedroom, walking back to the kitchen to see Elyse typing away on her own laptop. She stopped when he arrived and faced him.

“I’m so sorry for asking such personal questions,” she said contritely.

“No, it’s fine. My apologies for being overly sensitive. I’ll have to ask for your patience,” he said quietly.

She nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Would you mind if I shared the table to do a little work of my own?” he asked.

“Please! I’d welcome the company,” she said with a smile.

Frank got himself set up and checked up on some banking details his lawyer had contacted him about. He confirmed the latest deposits were going into his accounts and worked on a note back to the lawyer.

Occasionally he would catch Elyse smiling at him but she’d quickly look away when he’d look over at her.

His curiosity buzzing he had to ask. “Ok, what is it?”

“Your laptop suits you,” she said with a grin and he looked at the device in question. He didn’t get what she was trying to point out.

Due to the amount of traveling he’d done to some pretty rough places, he’d purchased a machine with an armored case. Military spec protection for the delicate electronics inside. Over those years the machine had taken a beating but continued to work dependably. He’d upgraded the guts several times but the outer shell showed its years of service in places. When he left his company the machine came with him.

He shook his head as he looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“Its wide screen is like your shoulders, the black rubber is dark like your hair, and the screen has two silver patches at the tips like your temples,” she grinned.

He pulled the screen towards himself and sure enough there were two silver metal caps protecting the top corners of the screen under the rubber shell. He smiled at Elyse and shook his head as she grinned back at him. He finished off his message and shut down the laptop.

Looking at the clock he saw it was approaching the lunch hour.

“Would you like some lunch? I was going to make a grilled cheese sandwich,” he asked.

Her smile turned into a grin. “I haven’t had a grilled cheese sandwich since I was a little kid! I’d love one!”

He smiled back and nodded. He’d picked up sour dough bread and several bricks of good cheese at the grocers. He pulled a bottle of olive oil from the cupboard and a brick of unsalted butter from the fridge. Elyse got up from the card table and walked over to watch what he was doing.

He cut four generous slices of the sour dough from the loaf. He took a grater from a drawer and made three piles of grated cheese on a cutting board; Parmesan, Old Cheddar (orange) and Swiss Gruyere. Then he got a large frying pan from under the counter. The pan went on the stove on high heat. He buttered one side of each slice of bread while he waited for the pan to heat. He added a little olive oil to the pan and turned the heat down to medium after swirling the oil around. He added two slices of bread and sprinkled on the cheeses in thick layers, topping it with the other slices of bread, butter side up.

The smell of the butter melting and the cheese oozing out filled the room. He flipped the sandwiches over after four minutes to let the other side become golden and crispy as well. After another four minutes he scooped the sandwiches out of the pan onto the cutting board. He moved the pan to a back burner and shut off the stove. Frank then sliced the sandwiches diagonally to make two triangles and lifted them onto the plates.

“Would you like a glass of milk with your sandwich?” he asked and she clapped with joy.

He poured two glasses and they moved to the card table.