This choice: Brittany makes some dinner for Bobby • Go Back...Chapter #5Dinner Time! by: sm7in   It had been embarrassing, standing there as this fully grown, beautiful woman that he had been looking at, kneeled down and began wiping his face clean of his mother’s lipstick. After all the treatment by his mother and now even his babysitter in the last few minutes, Bobby was feeling even more put down by this simple act of kindness that made him feel even smaller before her. But there was something different in this then if his mom were doing it. Thankfully, Bobby had managed to avoid this act from his mother for quite some time, but he knew this was too much to handle normally, but something about Brittany’s hand and demeanor had him caring considerably less about it. Sure, he realized he had already developed a slight crush on her, what man in their rightful mind wouldn’t if they say this striking blond babe?! But it was more than that. As his eyes kept naturally drawing to the heaving cleavage before him, jiggling from their owner’s exertions upon his face, he would dart them away quickly to try to remain mature and not put her off. Upon looking away shortly before she had finished, he caught a glimpse of her face this time. He hadn’t had the courage to look at it being so close, but when he saw it, he seemed to understand things more, and become possibly even more afraid. He saw a soft content smile that quickly formed into a grin as she noticed his eyes dart to her face.
‘Damn!’ Bobby thought, ‘She knows I was looking…’ but he paused for a minute in thought as Brittany declared “All done!” with a chipper giggle and got up to put away the wet cloth, her ample booty swaying side to side with each step under her well fitted yoga pants. ‘But she doesn’t seem mad. It looks like she may even be enjoying herself? No, that can’t be…’ as he then recalled her whispered flirtations in his ear minutes ago as his mother left for her evening out. ‘What is up with this girl?’
Rinsing out the wet cloth in the sink, Brittany spies the clock on the microwave and sees that it had passed 6 o’clock. Recalling the schedule Mrs. Burris had left for her, it was about time for dinner. “Alright my little man, how does chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese sound for dinner?” She called out as she leaned back from the sink to look just beyond the kitchen door frame at the short boy standing in the room beyond. Gazing upon him for the two or three seconds before his answer, she couldn’t help but beam to herself how adorable this little bundle of a man was, in his innocence and size.
“Oh! U-uh yea sure, that sounds great,” he trailed off as he snapped out of his thoughts and realized he had come off too loud and eager in his answer. He walked into the kitchen, seeing his babysitter sifting through the fridge before retrieving two tupperware containers and setting them both in the microwave. “I like them a lot,” he added to try to sound a bit more cool about things, only realizing too late that it wasn’t far from what a child says either.
“Well that’s good, mac ‘n cheese has always been one of my favorites,” she smiled brightly over at Bobby as she set the time for the microwave and pressed start. “Why don’t you go take a seat since dinner will be ready in just a minute while I set the table and pour us something to drink.”
Bobby initially accepted what his babysitter had told him but it popped into his mind that he shouldn’t leave all of that to Brittany when he could very well help out with these things. He walked towards the silverware drawer Brittany was searching for and moments away from finding, assuring “Here, let me help. I can get the silverware and plates if you get the drinks.”
It was the first real confident act he had displayed around Brittany and he was feeling good for 1.93 seconds before she put her hand on his shoulder and gazed down into his eyes, causing his body to subtle recoil in response despite her soothing response; “Awwww aren’t you so sweet!” The words came off like honey to Bobby, “But why don’t you let me handle it while you get comfortable. I wouldn’t want to see your little self working hard or dropping a plate; your mother might not let me come back to see you again, cutie!” she said, winking. Like honey though, her words also stuck hard to him and weighed him down, hearing not only her rejection but also the thought of never seeing her again! He had to accept her argument, even if it wasn’t exactly the most serious one. It felt too real to Bobby, and he didn’t want to disappoint.
“Ok, but can I have some Coke please?” he asked, trying to get something out of the somewhat ‘rotten’ deal he was dealt with. Hopefully pitty working to his advantage. Looking to Brittany after saying this, he noticed a curt smile working across her face as she looked on at him, her features softening until a giggle escaped her mouth, followed in short by an “Awwww!” Confused by her reaction, Bobby furled his brow in contemplation and tried to figure out what had caused her to do this before it went on much longer. Sucking harder on his thumb in frustration as his second or two in thought had produced still no resul- ‘WHAT?!’ he screamed in his head as he looked down to see his thumb planted squarely between his lips below. He pulled it out with the speed of a Saturday morning cartoon ninja, and wiped it quickly on the sides of his pants as he began to look back as a nervous wreck to the looming beauty watching contently above and away from him. “I-I was, was just licking my thumb off! T-that’s all!” he just about shouted out, as he tried to save what little desirability he thought he may have had left with Brittany.
Putting her hand to her mouth, Brittany just giggled for moment as her eyes gazed softly over at him, seemingly absent of judgment, it seemed. “Hmm, I don’t think Coke may be the best drink for dinner. How about a glass of milk, mm? It’ll make you grow big and strong, and I know little boys just love to drink their milk,” she countered, ignoring a response to what Bobby was sure she hadn’t missed of him sucking his thumb. He was also pretty sure she nearly purred the last half of that as he found himself at a complete loss for words for more than one reason at this point. He nodded his head and stood there, eyes stuck in awe. “Good boy, now go get a seat, the food is almost done!”
Slowly turning away, Bobby looked to the table and upon his first step, noticed something was off. He noticed his old highchair stood on the side of the table, standing where his chair use to be. A nearly visible sweat almost instantly appeared as the ground he had given his mother was still yet evolving into an all-out assault on his boundaries. He hurriedly began looking for his large book, opening up draws and cabinets in the kitchen, and searching out into the short hall and laundry room situated right outside of the kitchen. Looking on the floors, through piles of papers, and shelves of dry foods and kitchen supplies, Bobby couldn’t find one of his books anywhere. ‘Where are they?!’ he thought to himself. His panicking was creating quite the ruckus as Brittany finished setting the table and looked over to see what all the fuss was about.
“Come have a seat, dinner is going to be ready in just a few more seconds,” she ordered, inadvertently edging his search on faster as he was reminded time was running out. Becoming confused with his behavior, she calmly called out in concern “What are you looking for, Bobby?”
“My book! I can’t find any of the books I use to sit in my chair!” He said as he began to pick himself up from the cabinet he was sifting through and make his way over to the living room to expand his search.
Looking over at the dinner table she saw that the chairs at the table were pretty average size, a nice dark, well treated wood, but given Bobby’s diminutive form, he probably had trouble sitting in them and eating properly. But seeing the chairs, she also couldn’t avoid seeing the tall white highchair sitting on the side of the table and as she heard the microwave scream at her that dinner was ready, the idea formed. About to step out of the kitchen, Bobby’s steps were immediately halted as he heard Brittany forbid him to leave; “Wait right there mister! I see a chair with your name on it right here so there is no need for you to go turning the house upside down looking for one of your books.” Bobby turned around confused as Brittany began taking the contents of the microwave out before looking over at Bobby and directing him with her eyes to the highchair, commanding him “Sit” as she did so with a caring yet stern smile upon her lips.
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