Nora's House

Rob Thompson - Summer 2024

I felt anxious on Saturday morning as I pulled into Nora's driveway. Last night had gotten out of control. I had been laying in bed next to Emma, early in the morning when Nora's text messages reached me, asking when I would be at her house.

James had already arrived and was seated on the porch.

"Hey! Where were you? I have been waiting here for twenty minutes!" he called out.

I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Nora's off to the dump with her dad. She texted me you'd be here by ten."

I had just dropped Emma off at her place, lingering far longer than I should have. I had texted Nora before, but misjudged the timing. But there was no point trying to explain that to him.

I forced a smile. "Oh sorry! Got delayed on the way."

I reached in my pockets for the key and unlocked the door. I was here so often that Nora had given me a spare set.

"You up for some yard work? I don't feel like staying inside on a day like this." James was back to his usual self, he did not hold grudges.

"Yeah, sure."

We headed back outside, and I unlocked the shed for us to grab tools. I picked things up where I had left them last week, but this time, with James on wheelbarrow duty we made much better progress.

As the morning wore on, the air grew hotter, thicker, and my shirt started to cling to my sweaty skin, so I took it off.

I paused for a second, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand, when I realized I hadn't seen James for a while. And now that I had put my tools down I could hear voices coming from the front of the house.

Curious, I made my way there. Nora and James were engaged in conversation with a portly man holding a clipboard.

Nora looked agitated and James was clearly trying to keep his cool. The other man did not seem to care and was standing his ground. As I got closer, I caught the tail end of the conversation.

"...but you must see how ridiculous it is! The debris was only there overnight." Nora's voice had none of her signature warmth.

"The person who notified us sent dated pictures, your pavement was covered for two consecutive days." The man with the clipboard opened his mouth to keep talking when he noticed me.

His mouth stayed open and his eyes landed on my face, slowly making their way down my naked torso. Surprised by his reaction James and Nora turned to look at me, but neither of them seemed put off by my half-naked appearance.

"Hey everything alright?" I asked, ill at ease with the tension.

"Mr. Anderson here is with the neighborhood HOA, and apparently someone complained about the state of my front yard."

Nora clearly sounded pissed. This did not bode well for me as she had promised that she would deal with my and Emma's shenanigans from the previous night.

I looked around and the front yard did not look that bad to me. Nora knew about the homeowner association's rules and had made sure that it would be the first part of the house we worked on.

Sure, we would store the debris from both the house and the backyard there, to make it easier for Thomas to pick up, but to file a complaint about it seemed excessive to me.

Mr. Anderson was still frozen, his eyes still glued to my bare torso. I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Rob Thompson."

The man blinked, clearly startled. His blush deepened as he hesitated, then awkwardly shook my hand. "Uh, Martin Anderson."

I flashed him my best sultry smile and maintained direct eye contact for just a bit too long. Sure enough, he blushed harder and quickly looked down at the ground.

Finally he found his tongue again. "Anyway Miss Jennings " he stammered, turning to Nora with as much authority as he could muster. "This is only a warning for now, but next time around I will have to issue a fine. Have a nice day." With that he turned around, not waiting for her to acknowledge his reprimand and fled down the street.

I turned to face my friends. James stood there with an amused smile, clearly entertained by my little show. Nora on the other hand was nonplussed, her arms folded across her chest.

"I'm glad you had your fun, but I could've gotten the name of the person who complained from him, and squared things out with them." Ouch. Nora's tone was cold and cutting, which I was not used to. My worries that I had pushed too hard last night were starting to feel validated. Had I done serious damage to our friendship?

"Oh, I did not think about that." I was trying my best to sound apologetic.

"Yeah, you don't think a lot these days, do you?" With that, she turned on her heel and stormed into the house.

I was stunned for an instant, before James asked me. "Do I even want to know?"

I shrugged and we went back to work. As we got closer to noon and the sun climbed even higher in the sky, James followed my example and took off his shirt.

We worked in a comfortable silence until Nora emerged from the house, wearing the clothes she used when she had to paint walls. She was holding her phone in front of her.

"Hey you two, pose for me!" She did not sound like she was enjoying having to ask us to do that.

"Huh. Why?" James' voice made clear he was baffled. For my part I had come to expect weirder things from Nora over the past two weeks. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, struck a playful pose, and made a V sign toward her camera.

"Your wife wants a photo of you two working, as payment for monopolizing her husband the whole morning."

James snorted and put his arm around my own shoulder, holding his thumb up. "Cheese!" He grinned, clearly leaning into the ridiculousness.

"Come on in, I've made sandwiches." James put his shirt back on as we followed her inside, and I almost did the same, before thinking better of it. Nora probably would not want me to put more clothes on today.

The three of us ate in silence, James easily picking up on the tense atmosphere. But suddenly he looked like he just remembered something important.

"Oh I forgot! Helen and I were supposed to go to this spa slash thalasso hotel with a couple from her school, but they had to bail. They managed to get a refund for the treatments, but their room is still booked and paid for. We were wondering if the two of you would like to come with us?"

I stayed silent and looked at Nora, she was in charge after all. She was clearly surprised, and thought for a moment before answering. "We'd love to." Her eyes found mine and she flashed me a voracious smile.

He glanced between us, but James being James, he just smiled and let it go. "Good, I'll let Helen know. The room is a double but I'm sure we can get it changed for two singles. We're glad you guys are in."

He checked his watch. "Crap, I need to go. I promised her I'd be back before two."

Nora walked him to the door, thanking him for his help, while I picked up the empty plates to stash them in the dishwasher. When I met her back in the living room she looked at me for a second before putting her hands on her hips.

"Why are you still not naked?" Her voice was stern, but I could not contain my relief, and smiled as I started to peel my socks off. How mad at me could she be if she still planned to spend the afternoon ogling me?

Soon I was naked and my clothes discarded on the ground.

"Why can't you do anything right today? Pick up your clothes and fold them nicely."

I nodded and crouched to the ground to pick up my pants, socks and underwear. She observed me closely as I folded them over the stable, setting them up in a neat pile.

"Good. Now I want you to clean the living room and kitchen. You know where the closet is."

I got to work, vacuuming, mopping, dusting. Nora for her part changed into comfy looking leggings and a t-shirt before plopping herself down on her sofa. She turned on the TV, started to draw on her tablet, and made her best effort to ignore me.

Nevertheless I could feel her eyes on me for the entire time I was cleaning.The feeling of exposure was exhilarating but oddly detached from any sense of arousal. Instead I felt safe, like I could be free and careless, simply enjoying my nudity and basking in the warmth of her gaze.

Sometimes, when I caught her eyes drifting toward me, I would deliberately fumble, letting something fall to the floor, or I would stretch too far under the coffee table, arching my back in a way that was clearly over-the-top. Each time, I would catch her stifling a laugh..

Eventually she moved on to the kitchen and started to work on what looked like a meatloaf. When she was done she disappeared upstairs for a while. This sudden lonesomeness made my more normal thoughts resurface.

My mind went back to last night. In the moment it had felt like Nora was pushing me in Emma's arms. But with the benefit of a night of sleep, and being sober, I was realizing more and more that I had been the one to move a lot of the interactions forward. Clearly she had been turned on by what had happened, but it felt like I had taken some agency from her.

Thoughts about Emma were also bubbling up for the first time since I had seen Nora this morning. Despite the way she had accosted me, she felt like a very wholesome girl and I had greatly enjoyed our time together, even though it probably would not.

She was clearly on the rebound. But again maybe I was too, going on almost five years now, since Jeremy had broken up with me in college.

But the worst thoughts came from my imagination. How would I have reacted if the roles were reversed, if Nora had found someone to hook up with in front of me? I felt guilty, realizing that I probably would have already cut contact with her.

Her steps down the stairs pulled me from my reverie. "Inspection time!"

She walked around the room, running her fingers on surfaces, looking under the tables, before she seemed satisfied. She then started to pretend to catch a smell.

"There's still something dirty in here." Her voice full of mock seriousness warmed my heart, I loved seeing how much she enjoyed putting on her show for me.

She made some over the top sniffing noises, which led her to me.

"Ah yes, it smells like there is still a dirty boy." She stuck under my armpit before taking a deep inhale. "A dirty boy indeed."

Nora then dropped to her knees and this time she got her head close to my crotch before sniffing. "It seems like the dirty boy was rubbing against a dirty girl not too long ago."

I was caught off guard. I had not showered since hooking up with Emma, figuring that I would get dirty again working on the house. But I wondered if Nora could actually smell her on me.

She looked up at me and we both started laughing. She got up and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I've drawn a bath." She had dropped the character and was back to her normal self.

Nora led me to the master bathroom where a full bathtub was waiting for us. She gently slapped my butt. "Get in." Feeling grimy I did not need to be told twice and happily got in and soaked my body into the scented water. "You like it? I put some rose essential oil."

I nodded then turned my head towards Nora. She was still completely dressed, looking at me. "Are you not joining me?"

"No, you don't deserve it." Her words were harsh but she had a big grin on her face as she sat on the edge of the bath. "We'll clean Emma off you, then I'll punish you."

"Oh." This sounded ominous, but I tried to stay focused on enjoying the warm water and Nora's presence behind me.

She handed me a washcloth and a bar of scented soap. "Come on, get yourself cleaned quickly, I want to wash your hair."

Trying to follow her instructions, I began methodically washing myself, moving rapidly. There was no performance, just going through the routine motions of cleaning my body. A thousand miles away from what I would expect from showering with a partner. Yet, her gaze felt infinitely more intrusive, highlighting the intimacy of these mundane gestures.

"You can put the cloth down, you're clean enough." She grabbed a bowl and filled it with water from the bath, and her free hand went to my forehead, pushing back gently. She was leaning over me, and as I titled my head back to follow her movement, my eyes met hers.

Nora smiled at me before speaking gently. "Close your eyes, I don't want to get shampoo in them." She poured the content of the bowl over my scalp then began to lather the product in my hair.

Her touch was firm, her fingers working with purpose. Tingling sensations spread down my neck, and just like last week, a feeling of safety and comfort washed over me.

Emma and I had shared a real connection last night, but the intimacy that Nora managed to create with her simple touch was incomparable. Despite my nakedness, and her touch all over my head, neck and shoulders, my cock remained as soft as could be.

That realization sent a brief wave of panic through me, but Nora's touch kept me grounded, pulling me back into the moment. I calmed down and slouched in the bath a little more, enjoying the warmth and her presence. I could have stayed there forever.

But I heard her dunking the bowl back under the water, before she rinsed my hair, repeating the motion a few times.

"Get up, time to get dried." She tapped my shoulder and I got back to my feet. Nora then grabbed my hands to pull me out of the bath and I stood dripping water on the fuzzy carpet, facing her.

Nora picked up a towel and started drying me off. To get to my back, instead of going around or having me turn, she would lean into me, putting her arms on either side of my chest. As she was doing so, I laid my head on her shoulder, craving more of her contact.

She chuckled softly. "Feeling sleepy?" But she did not pull away, and instead kept working, her arms now trapped between us, making the task a little harder.

After a little while, she dropped the towel. Her hand then began slowly tracing my chest, going down from my collarbone. As she made her way past my belly, my heart skipped a beat, terrified that she would reach for my cock. Instead she settled in the crease of my groin.

She ran her fingers over the stubble there."You need a shave," she said with a smirk. "Sit on the edge of the tub."

I laughed, grateful for the playful shift in her tone. Just like that, the intensity of the moment softened, and I found myself relaxing again. I sat as instructed and watched her pick up a new disposable razor and a pink can of shaving gel from the cupboard.

"You know what you're doing, right?" I smiled, but I was sure she could hear the hesitation in my voice.

She was already kneeling between my legs, with her big toothy smile. "How hard can it be?" She started to lather the gel into a foam in her palm. "Spread your legs a bit more, I need more space."

Nora got to work, diligently shaving away the regrowth. Whenever she was done with a patch of skin, she would lightly run a finger over it to check for any rebellious hair.

And when she needed to move my penis she would pull on the skin around it rather than touching it. Thankfully, I stayed soft through the entire process.

She would crack jokes all the while, which helped keep a casual atmosphere, almost as if it was completely natural for one friend to do that for the other. Somehow, Nora had managed to turn a shampoo into a more intimate moment than her fiddling around my genitals.

At one point she accidentally nicked me. "Oopsie." She gently blew on the small cut while rubbing my thigh, before looking up at me. "Sorry."

But when she got to shaving my balls she had to focus, her tongue even peeking out between her pursed lips. Clearly she was not used to manipulating testicles in this context and she was quite rough. My occasional whimper and protestation would get a sympathetic chuckle out of her. But eventually she got it done.

She went up and quickly shaved my armpits. "Done with that." She then guided me to my hands and knees on the carpet.

I was really enjoying her casual dominance and followed suit with barely a thought. Without warning me she ran a finger between my buttocks, and when she brushed over my anus, my head whipped around and I could feel my eyes bulging out.

"Nora?" I asked breathlessly, ready to submit even more.

She laughed. "Relax, I'm going to shave your crack. But I'm taking notes."

She softly slapped my butt with both her hands, before pushing my shoulders in contact with the carpet. As a result my hips lifted higher, and I thought I could not feel more exposed before she spoke again. "Spread yourself for me, let's finish up."

At this moment I was glad she could not see my burning face. But I obeyed, no matter how embarrassed I felt. Her finger spreading the foam between my cheeks felt heavenly, and I could not contain a moan. Nora rewarded me by rubbing my thigh.

"Oh! I had no idea you were that sensitive back there." She sounded more caring than teasing, but I could picture her smile as if I was looking straight at her, basking in my exposure.

She ran the razor a few times, before tapping the towel on my skin, to remove the extra shaving cream. "I'm done, you can let go." My hands went back to the ground and were replaced by hers.

We stayed like there for a little, me a blushing puddle on the ground, my ass sticking up, her wordlessly running her hands over me.

"Okay, bath time is over. Come with. You don't have to get up if you don't want to, you can crawl."

I nodded, and still on my hands and knees followed her back to her room. She sat on the bed but I decided to stay on the bedside rug.

Nora looked down at me. "You're really cute like that. But I need you to focus, because after you see what your punishment is, you won't have much of a brain left."

I got back to my feet, standing beside her bed. "Sure."

"Any part of your body you don't want touched?" I did not expect that question, but given the progression of the physical contact between us it made sense.

"I don't want you to touch my cock!" I blurted. And I must have looked as surprised by my answer as her because she started laughing.

"Your loss then!" With that she got off the bed, I barely had time to process what I had just said, but she clearly wanted to move on. "Come on, help me pull back the covers."

We did just that and she gestured for me to toss the pillows to the ground. Only the sheets remained. I watched her slip her hand between the frame and the mattress, at the top right corner of the bed, and after a little while, she fished something out.

It took me a second to realize that it was a leather strap. I could not stop looking at it. I had never been tied up before, once my ex had me put plastic shackles on him, but that was the extent of my experience with bondage. The sight of those large black restraints in Nora's tiny pale hands was fascinating to me.

She had to snap me out of it. "Hey wake up! There's one in each corner of the bed, help me out."

I nodded, and knelt at one corner. My arms were thicker than hers so I struggled a bit. Eventually I could feel the fixation point in the solid wood of the bed frame.

"How did you even install those?" I looked up, and Nora had stopped working, instead she must have been enjoying seeing my naked body contorting to eagerly pull out the strap.

She had a smug grin on her lips. "I've gotten pretty good with power tools. By the way, I put in the exact same set in the guest bedroom."

As I held the strap in my hand I could feel the fuzzy, fur like material lining the inside of it. I could not wait to have it pressed on my skin. The metal buckle made some clinking noise as I turned the strap in my hands. Nora's burst of laughter pulled me out of my reverie.

She was pointing at my crotch, and looking down I could understand her astonishment. I was rock hard. "You could at least pretend to feel bad about being punished." Her tone was light, I could not find even a trace of disappointment.