Widower S Walk Pt 04 Light S Reach

***a note to readers.

Widower's Walk isn't going to be ad long a series as my other work, The Eros Plague, and should be wrapping up in the next 2-3 chapters. I love constructive feedback, and I'd love to hear people's takes on the characters surrounding Wyatt if your muse strikes you to let me know what you think of his ladies.***

The next week, I'd taken Tuesday off to meet with my agent and the prospective publisher. I hadn't told anyone about it because I'd learned from a long string of disappointments that this was probably another one. We went gone for lunch armed with a stack of pitches, but just one real favourite.

The meeting itself was short, but the lunch was long. The publisher was a young executive at a local house, and she wanted some new blood. The market was overflowing with folks in their seventies and up, and the senior execs were starting to realize that their cash cows would be filling graves and not page counts soon.

And so, a short story writer in his thirties who'd been picking up some steam the last year was an appealing option. A known, but largely untapped quantity whose voice had been drowned out by the presence of bankable modern masters whose decades of bank were starting to look like risk.

I gave her my three favourites, each a five page document outlining the story, its arc and characters, etc, and ran her through the 2-minute pitch on each. She leafed through each and smiled at the right one. "I'll take these back to my team and let Seth know if we're interested."

My agent, Seth, turned to me. A small man with a gigantic personality, and smiled all ears. He was smitten with the publisher, you could tell. I didn't blame him. She was a looker, reminded me a little bit of Camilla in her visible drive.

Her name was Elsa, a transplant from California if her accent was anything to go by. Her skin tone was a rich light Latin brown, but she had green eyes and Caucasian bone structure, complimented by long hair that was straightened, but was dark, faint highlights in it. I guessed early thirties.

Elsa hadn't stood up yet, but I clocked a fairly sizeable pair of breasts, a tasteful amount of cleavage peeking out between the undone buttons at the top of her shirt. "Does that sound good," she asked.

I'd drifted, listening to she and Seth go back and forth, and fallen into my thoughts. Perking up, I pulled my attention back from the space in the wall near her head I'd fixated on, and nodded.

"Sorry, thousand miles away," I admitted. Seth grabbed my shoulder and laughed.

"All the best ones are a little spacy," laughing politely, a little too boisterously.

Lunch finally wound down and I headed home after standing silently with Seth to watch Elsa walk out of the upscale restaurant we'd eaten in, wide hips and generous breasts swaying as she walked to the door in a dress that was a scootch too close to evening wear to be appropriate. Seth drooled.

I pushed any fantasies of Elsa from my mind and headed home to write. I had two weeks to brush up manuscripts and send in sample chapters for the three books I'd pitched, and all three needed work.

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The next two weeks disappeared. If I wasn't working, I was writing. Heavy rewrites, artful punch-ups, whole new chapters to connect scattered notes and scraps. All of it.

Baxter and I would go for long walks, working out dialogue and details as he snuffled around, and I let life pretty much fall off for the time being. I put in my hours at work, I managed to scrape by with meetings. Cam eventually pulled me aside the following Wednesday.

"Are you okay? You've been a space cadet all week," genuine concern was etched on her face, and she watched me carefully as I dragged myself into the present. "Wyatt, seriously," she insisted.

Realizing I was busted, I told her what was going on. She smiled, "why didn't you tell me, dumbass?"

So I had Thursday and Friday off, something I should've done anyway, and I wrote straight through, putting in fourteen hour days as I feverishly worked up sample chapters for three novels.

I knew there was no way in the world that I'd publish all of them, one was a long shot, but this was my chance. I had to try with everything I had. Kay would've wanted me to, she would have tied me to my desk.

Seth was calling me non-stop as I printed out the last pages, assembling them into packages by noon on Friday. I finally picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.

"Wyatt, why aren't you here with the pages?"

He wasn't shouting, but he wasn't asking. He was fully panicked, I could hear him pacing around his office.

"I'm five minutes from my door, Seth, five minutes."

He insisted on staying on the phone with me the whole ride downtown to his office. Seth faded out as we hit the subway. Baxter leapt into my lap and made eyes at the women on the train while I fought to focus.

Finally, the pages were in Seth's hands. It would be a couple of weeks until he'd hear back, he assured me, but he had an excited, nervous, air of confidence to him that. I left his office with Baxter prancing happily after being spoiled with attention by Seth's office, and we wandered through one of the downtown parks surrounded by business suits and startup wonks, and felt painfully alone.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I glanced at it, Cam checking in. 'How'd it go? Did you get your chapters in?'

As if he knew it was her, Baxter wuffed at me and put a paw on my foot. I scooped him up and sat down on a bench.

'Oh yeah, just did. I'm just leaving now. Thank you again for giving me those days. Might not have made it without them.'

Baxter cuddled into my jacket, the November chill catching us both. I watched the three dots pulse on my screen.

'That's so great! You must be so excited. You should go celebrate!'

Baxter licked my chin, the three day growth shaved down to the start of a beard that I imagined would make me look more of an author.

'I was thinking that too.'

I thought about it for a moment, should I chance it? I felt invincible, charged. Fuck it.

'I'm just over at Adelaide and Spadina, all the patios are heated now, let me buy you a drink to thank you and help me celebrate.'

The pips pulsed for a while. Stopped, pulsed again, stopped and went away. Finally, they came back.

'I'd love to, but I'm meeting Paulo after work at Y&D Square.'

Fucking Paulo. Weird place to meet, though. A restaurant or theatre by there, sure, but at Yonge & Dundas itself?

'Ah damn, would've been fun. Enjoy your movie?'

'I wish.'

I'd been hoping for a drink with Cam, but this was somehow better.

'Uh-oh?' Could I be that lucky?

'He's performing at the square in his salsa band.'

Fffuck.

'Enjoy?'

A heart emoji was the only reply.

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It took a while, but I finally found an Uber that'd take Baxter and headed home. I was feeling particularly lonely after the texts with Cam, and I stared at Nithya's number, finally sending the message.

'I know it's short notice, but I've had some good news and wondered if you'd be up for celebrating with me tonight?'

I had Baxter in my lap, and we looked out the window to watch the rush hour crowds mill around the corners, almost halfway home by the time the answer came back.

'I wish very much that I could, Tiger. It is Diwali, so I am doing preparation for it. I am hoping to get away next weekend maybe?'

I sighed and Baxter reached up and licked my chin. It'd been a shot in the dark.

'Ahh, bad timing on my part, enjoy the holiday,' I responded.

Resigning to be on my own for the evening, I got off a stop early to give Baxter a good walk.

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I sat at home feeling sorry for myself a while a movie played. Baxter and I lay on the couch, not much else to do. These were the nights that I missed Kayley the most, those nights that should be happy, but end up feeling empty and sad because there was nobody there to share them.

By nine, I couldn't take it anymore and looked at Baxter, out cold at the far end of the couch with his chin on the armrest. "Pal." I told him to a lazily opened eye, "I gotta go out for a bit."

Baxter yawned and went back to sleep, rolling onto his back so I could scratch his belly on the way upstairs to get changed.

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It was almost ten when I rolled into Raymond's, a lounge-style bar down the strip near Jane street. I'd known the head bartender, Jeanne, for years, having trained her at the Whale back in my own bartending days. She was good people, and had been friendly with Kayley. Jeanne waved with a big smile from under her thick brown hair, a singer when she wasn't pulling taps, and immediately started a beer for me.

"Heyyy stranger, it's been a while," she put the pint in front of me as I swung a leg over a barstool. "What brings you out?"

I gave her the Cole's notes, and said hello to the patrons in the bar, most of whom were transplants from the Whale who'd moved over to Raymond's when Bob's son took over the pub. Jeanne had been glad to have their calming influence and regular funds.

The bar was hopping, always a nice place, it had as many easy chairs as it did tables and chairs, attracting both young folks and a more mature crowd. Televisions played whatever big game was on near the kitchen, and music played more strongly at the front. Jeanne snuck an appetizer order in for me as I chatted with her and the old regulars, cheersing my shot at publishing glory.

It wasn't quite the celebration I'd hoped for, but it was good. Jeanne flirted with me a little, always had, but there was an edge to it now that I'd never seen before. She was almost as tall as me, a slightly square face that showed off her big smile and bright eyes. She had a bit of a Nordic look, and had played basketball and volleyball in school, her tight, athletic body cat-like even in her early thirties. Still, though, it was a line I'd never imagined crossing. Not even like Cam, she'd been too much Kayley's friend. I tried not to eye her deep cleavage in the top see wore, and Jeanne looked up as she displayed it to me, winking.

Eventually, the easy chairs at the front opened up and a few of us, the younger guys of the old regulars, went and sat down in four of them 'round a table in the easy chairs and had another round, shooting the shit. Nearby, a table of young women that looked to be in their twenties were partying, and I caught a couple of looks from a pair of them, one around five-six and slender with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and the other with loosely curly brown hair, curvier with tits threatening to spill out of her scoop top. They girls were all speaking some kind of Slavic language, not uncommon for the area, maybe Polish or Ukrainian.

I traded glances with the two girls a few times, but found myself looking over to Jeanne, who always caught my eye, flashing her bright green eyes as me as she slung pints and mixed drinks. Around midnight, she came out of the back with her coat on and walked over to me. Two of the old regulars had gone home, and I was chatting about the Jays with the last man standing.

"Hey Wyatt," I stood, looking at her, feeling a tingle in my gut at the sight of her, "I wanted to hang with you guys, but I just got a call from my landlord, there's a leak or something. Come back so we can catch up soon, okay?"

Nodding, I accepted a hug from her, "absolutely. I won't be a stranger."

As Jeanne headed out, and I glanced over at the table with the celebrating girls, smiling at the two who'd been shooting me looks all night to see a wink from the taller one, and a blown kiss from the bustier one. Smiling, I turned back to the old regular I'd been chatting with, Gerry, an electrician who'd redone the whole house I live in, fishing in his pockets to pay his bill.

"Time for me to hit the road, Wyatt. Been great seein' you."

I pulled out my wallet and put my card on his bill, "let me get than man, I still feel like I didn't pay you enough for the rewiring."

A back and forth began that resulted in splitting the bill.

It wasn't long until Gerry was stumbling out and I had a glass of water and was sipping one last pint. I suspected I'd feel it tomorrow, but that's what delivery is for. The night had improved a little, still not what I'd been hoping for, but definitely one I could live with happily. Old friends are always a good option. I stared out at the street smiling.

"Are you ever going to come talk to us," a lightly accented voice floated over to me. I looked to my right, to see the curly haired brunette with the big tits grinning at me with the devil in her eyes. The blonde was giggling and slapped her on the thigh, throwing me a fuck-me glance that told me everything I'd need to know about the rest of my evening. I clocked that a couple of their friends were gone, and one was making out with a random by the washroom.

"I was just waiting until I could offer you a comfy seat, ladies," I waved to the easy chairs. "Care to?"

I soon found out that the tall slender blonde was named Kristina, and the busty curly-haired brunette was Adele. Roommates, both first-generation Lithuanian. They laughed when I'd guessed Czech, and admitted I didn't have an ear for the many Slavic languages in the area.

We were all a little tipsy, and last call was rung as we flirted. I couldn't tell which one was going for me, or if they were even sure as they glanced at each other and laughed, high pitched and bubbly.

We talked for a while, joking, asking questions, having a good time, and I bought another round as they leaned in to talk to me as we chatted. When the last call bell rang, they whispered to each other and turned to me.

"Do you like to play truth or dare, Wyatt," Kristina asked.

Nodding, "of course I do."

"Truth then; Are you married," Adele asked, clearly looking at my left hand.

Shaking my head, I held it up, the indent of the ring I'd only stopped wearing a couple of months ago still just barely visible. "Nope," I looked between my fingers, "widower."

The girls exchanged a glance.

Next thing I knew, I'd paid their bill, and the three of us saw were in a cab on the way to their apartment. Adele ran a hand up and down my thigh while Kristina went a more direct route and tickled my ear with her lips.

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The apartment was a condo, an alcove just to the left of the door an office with a small double bed and a curtain across it, and just a little down the hall the and across a large bathroom with a tub and shower.

On the left was a kitchen area that opened into a small, rectangular dining area and then a carpeted living room space with a big comfy sectional couch that ran from the wall-to-ceiling windows over to the dining area, dividing them with the second half of the couch. A tv was set up on the wall next to a large sliding door that led to a fair-sized bedroom. Kristina pulled pillows off the couch and laid them on the floor while Adele poured vodka tonics that turned out to be triples.

I settled on the floor, back to the couch, Adele across from me with her back to the bedroom, and Kristina with her back to the other part of the couch nearby. Both of them looked bright-eyed and excited.

"So what are the rules," I asked, taking a sip that was a little too big of my drink, "I haven't played since high school in the nineties."

They both laughed and took swigs. Adele piped up, "it's just the same as when you were in high school, for your turn you choose a truth or a dare, and after, you ask one of us which one we want."

"Just one little twist," Kristina added, "if you fail a dare or your answer isn't true or avoids the truth, you have to take off a piece of clothes. If you do a good job, the asker has to take off theirs."

Looking down at my pants and sweater, I smiled as I looked the pretty young women I. Front of me, "not sure if I should be glad it's December, or wish it was summer."

"Oh!" Adele piped up, "no daring to fuck, or for us to do something to you. You have to win."

"How do I win," I asked.

"We have nothing else to take off, and you win a question, silly man," Kristina teased me.

Interesting. "What does the loser between you two get?"

They laughed and looked at each other, "sloppy seconds," Kristina giggled, "and she had to clean the condo."

"If I lose?"

They both rolled their eyes, telling me all I needed to know.

They laughed and tossed their hair. "Truth or dare," Kristina asked me.

"Mmm, truth," I answered.

"How long have you been widowed?"

"Almost a year."

Her socks came off and she wiggled her toes at me.

We went around a few times, nothing crazy, a few little flirtations. Kristina admitted that she rented the little office space from Adele, Adele dodged if she and Kristina slept in the big bed together, and I managed to dare them to make out for a minute, a double that ended up with me bare chested.

By that point, Adele was in her long sweater and the bra and panties under it, pulling the sweater down over a smoothly curved ass that I wanted to see more of almost as much as I wanted to play with her tits. Kristina was in her bra, the small handfuls behind it pert, her skirt covering her hips and the leggings she'd been wearing long-since gone. There was a palpable sexual tension in the air as Kristina asked Adele the question.

"Mmm," Adele rolled on her juicy ass to face Kristina, "I'm tired of truth. Let's do a dare."

Kristina lit up, an evil smile on her face, "I dare you to deepthroat his cock. One minute."

"No, that's double on me, you know I don't like doing that, Kristina!"

The blonde shrugged back at her angry friend, "fine, I pay a toll first, and she slipped off her bra, letting her pretty A-cups loose. They weren't mosquito bites, they'd still jiggle nicely, but oh those pink little nipples, damn. "He can play with them while you suck, išmintinga kalė"

"You're such a whore," Adele complained, crawling between my knees, her big tits swaying as her ass swung back and forth behind her. The loose cable-knit sweater didn't hide much, but I was rock hard watching her tits sway under it as Kristina unzipped me and Adele's cool hands slipped into my fly to find my hardness ready for her as she dragged my cock out of my pants and looked angrily at her friend, whining as she stroked my steel hard rod "I can't believe you make me suck him."

Kristina took me by the back of the head and pulled my mouth to her modest breast. "Do you like," she asked me as Adele's warm breath coated my cock as she drooled spit onto my head. A pink nipple was shoved into my mouth as liquid heat engulfed my mushroom tip and Adele's lips closed beneath its ridge. My cock, inspired by the two young women, tingled, leaping in her mouth, and she let out a little squeal as I sucked the pink nipple presented to me as Kristina panted.

"Get to it or he'll spurt in your mouth before you get it done, Adi," Kristina admonished her friend as I mauled her chest.

Adele popped her lips from my cock, whining again, "Krissy, don't tease, you know I hate the taste. Besides, his head is too big."

My fingers slipped between Kristina's thighs as my fingertips danced along the damp lips of her cunny. "No, you have to win it," she smiled though, and turned to her friend as she struggled with my cock, brown curls bouncing lazily as she lowered her head to me again, hot mouth bathing my head as she grudgingly tried to fulfill the bet, gagging hard as my tip hit the band of her throat.

"Fuck," Adele cursed, coughing as she rose from my cock to sit on her knees. Kristina pulled back from me, her pert diamond-hard nipples wet with my saliva. "Tu žaidi taip nešvariai, Kristina. Aš tave atgausiu," she cursed in Lithuanian as she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing an impressive pair of double-ds that bounced heavily in the bra that strained against them. Adele looked at demurely, hefting them, showing off the little Cupid's heart with an arrow tattooed on her left tit.