Author's note: Another experiment to take me away from my comfort zone. I can't write short stories to save my life. This one is focusing mainly on a character that pushes her love for latex on her partner. it's consensual, but definitely flirts with the grey zone. Enjoy.
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"Ah! Done!"
"Good job, Tracy!"
Tracy let her hammer fall on the stripped floor of the basement. She sat down on it and spread her legs open, resting her tired calves. The small girl was wearing dirty construction shoes and a pair of jeans that have seen better days. Her Zelda T-shirt was not in much better shape. But yet, she still looked cute in the eyes of her girlfriend, April.
"You are such a workhorse, Tracy. How can you have that much energy? You demolished the entire basement by yourself in only a few days."
"I know right, that was a lot of work. I will never get fat."
"Nope, you won't. Which is great for me."
Tracy and April bought this house about a year ago just after they got married. It was a big house with a basement, the main floor, and a top-level. It was way too big for their needs, but they had the money to invest. Since they were going to share their life, they closed their individual bank accounts and opened a shared one. It was not a secret that April was bringing in loads of cash from her job; she was a gynecologist. Tracy's revenue was marginal in comparison. She was an electrician who was making only a few contracts here and there. Combined, they were making just over 300 000$ a year, but they were not big spenders, that was why they were so wealthy.
When they bought the house, they hated the basement but knew they didn't need it right away. Tracy explained that she could take care of it herself at some point. And that point was right now. While April was at work, which was often, Tracy had a blast with the demolition. Until the basement renovations were completed, they agreed that Tracy wouldn't work anymore, else it would never get done. She just had completed the first phase and stripped the whole floor down to the insulation. The drywall was a souvenir, and only a couple of light bulbs were left, dangling around from their wire. It was now one giant room ready to be rebuilt.
"I'm done for the day. I need a shower." Tracy said.
"Let me help you with that, cutie."
April was thirty years old, which was seven years older than her wife. They met when Tracy went to her previous house to replace some switches. It was an instant crush, and before the completion of the job, they ended up in bed. Some things couldn't be explained. Tracy never thought she would have been into girls until that day.
They got in the shower and washed each other sensually. Both of them smelled like apples because they were sharing everything, like their shampoo. April was a brunette, and Tracy was the blonde. They had a similar physique, small girls, barely five foot five. April, who could be quite motherly at times, wrapped Tracy in a big towel and dried her up. They accepted their respective roles within the couple, and it was good like that.
They both went to bed and started to cuddle. Without predicting it, April started a conversation that would change their life forever.
"Tracy? Are you happy?"
"I'm your wife, of course, I am. What kind of question is that?"
"I know, but ... you never complain about anything. You work hard on the house and don't seem to want anything in return."
"Why would I want anything in return? While I'm doing this, you are the one that put food on the table. I love food."
"Yes, but still ... Is there not anything new you'd like to try?"
"I know you, April, when you are asking me questions like this, it is because something is on your mind."
Tracy was right about that. When April started to talk about vague topics like this, generating a conversation that was going nowhere, it was because she wanted to share something that was not easy to add to a regular conversation. She was not the best socially. The older girl tried once more to articulate her thoughts.
"I ... you know ... there are things I'd like to try. I mean, in the bedroom. But you are not very open."
"Hey! Indeed, I don't need much else than your body to be happy in bed, but it is not true that I'm not open to your ideas. You, fearing to share what you want, doesn't mean I'm not open."
"Sorry. You are right; that was not fair. But if I knew you were willing to try some new things, I would be less embarrassed to propose them."
"True that. But I don't have much imagination. I don't think about new things."
"... mmm ..."
"What is it, April? Don't fear me. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what you tell me."
April groaned. As much as she understood what Tracy was saying, more reassurance was needed. Several times in the past, she tried to confess ideas to her young wife, but the conversation often ended in dead ends. Engaging on the path of her fantasies did not come easy with Tracy around.
"Well, what if you didn't have a choice regarding what we do?" April asked.
"What do you mean? We always decide what to do together, no?"
"Ah, nevermind!"
"Hey, don't be like that, I'm trying to understand ... Come here, you want to talk, and I want to understand you. I'm just not very smart."
"Don't say that! You are smart."
Tracy pulled April closer and cuddled her some more. This small conflict was a representation of their love. One didn't want to push the other, and the other wanted to understand the one, but yet, they couldn't resolve something as simple because of how much they cared for each other. However, probably because she was exhausted, Tracy felt a bit more at fault tonight. She wanted to find a way to make her partner happier. It was hard because of her lack of fancy interests in bed outside regular cuddling and brut sex. Simply put, she lacked creativity and imagination. That part of her brain was an arid desert.
"April, why don't you tell me one of your fantasies?"
"Because I'm scared you'll not truly care."
"It would involve me that much?"
"Yes. But it would be something for me more than for you."
"What is it? You want me to give you a good spanking?"
For some obscure reason, and because of her limited understanding of all the fun things that could potentially happen in a bedroom, Tracy resorted to a rudimentary guess of what, she thought, a kinkier person would like. But she hit a wall. April sighed.
"No. I don't want to be spanked. It's not even close."
"Sorry. So what can I do for you then? I really want to help."
"You know I like taking care of you. What if it was something along those lines?"
"You are indeed motherly sometimes. I don't hate it, you know. But I never thought of it sexually."
"... mmm ..."
April feared that this would happen again. As expected, Tracy said she wanted to listen, but immediately she was steering away from what April wanted to talk about, her sexual fantasies. She was shut down. Once more, April didn't feel like sharing her ideas. She turned her back to Tracy, sighing once more.
"April? What did I say?"
"Nothing, you did nothing wrong. It's my fault; I don't know how to talk about those things."
Tracy was disappointed in herself as she thought she could reach April's secret place this time around, but she failed. It was not the first time this happened, but she wanted it to be the last time. She gathered up some courage and proposed something different to regain April's trust.
"What about you don't tell me, and instead, you show me."
" ... What do you mean?"
"All you told me so far is that you need me to fulfill one of your fantasies, so, what if I promise to let you try it, and no matter what it is you need from me, I'll go with it. I won't complain or back out. You pick one thing that you really want, and it will happen, no matter what. Would that work?"
April turned back to Tracy. That was the best proposal she got since they got married. Her lover sacrificed herself just to please her. Was this real?
"You ... promise?"
"Yes."
"No matter what I want?"
"Yes ... I told you."
"And you won't back out?"
"No. It's my gift to you tonight. I mean, as long as it's just the two of us."
"Haha. I don't want anybody else than you in my life. Don't worry. Okay? I accept, then. I will think of the thing I want the most, and we will do it. I trust you. Then only when we are done, we will talk about it."
The two girls kissed each other goodnight, but only one of them slept that night. Tracy had no idea what April would come up with, and she was not capable of coming up with any plausible scenarios. She needed to be shown, and above all else, she needed to ensure not to hurt her wife and honor her promise.
***
Tracy was working in the basement again, doing the mudding after installing all the drywall. It was still unclear what they would do with that giant room, but having it all open like this was already much better. They could create a home theatre or something along those lines.
It had been a few days since her offer to April, but yet, nothing had happened. Her girlfriend was just so happy since then, which was suspicious to some degree. April was smiling all the time, knowing that she would, at last, be able to fulfill one of her fantasies, and Tracy would not back out.
"Tracy? I decided."
"Decided what to do with the basement?"
"No ... the other thing ..."
Tracy stopped her mudding for a moment and looked at the staircase where April was sitting. She understood what the other thing was when she saw the big grin on her face. It was time to commit.
"Okay ... Tell me. No matter what you need, I will do it."
"I want you to be my rubber partner."
"Uh? Your what?"
"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't know what I was talking about. What I mean is that I want you to become my rubber wife. You will wear latex around me, and you'll let me take care of you."
A wave of confusion hit Tracy. Was this the only thing she wanted? Did she want me to wear latex in bed? It never crossed her mind to do this, but it didn't sound half as terrible as what she was expecting. It seemed just like a kinky thing that you would see in movies. There was no reason to be afraid. She could certainly do that for April if it were her thing.
