Nickie And Me

The late afternoon fall sun felt good as I sat on the back deck of my house, drinking a beer. A breeze blew some leaves off the trees making it a little chilly, as I sat and stared blankly at the woods behind the house. I loosened my tie and took another long pull off the bottle, contemplating what would come next. You see, at the age of 55 I had just buried my wife after a long battle with cancer and had no idea what to do. I was completely numb and a bunch of people were inside the house eating and drinking, reminiscing about her. I really didn't want to talk to anyone and they were giving me some space. Ever since she had died a few days ago, I had pretty much been smothered by family and friends who, although they meant well, were kind of driving me crazy. At least with all of the arrangements and mayhem, it did keep my mind off of things a bit except at night. I had not slept well the last few days and even now, I could feel myself fighting between being exhausted and raging at the fact that I was now alone after 25 years.

I heard the sliding door open and looked up to see my sister-in-law, my wife's youngest sister Julie, in her black dress, pull up a chair and sit down next to me.

"How are you, Pete?" she asked.

"I'm ok, just sitting here with my thoughts. Too much commotion inside right now for me so I just decided to come outside for some quiet."

"I can understand, Pete, I'll go inside if you want," she said.

"No, its ok," I said.

Running her fingers through her long, black hair, she smiled at me and pulled her sweater over her to cut the chill. Julie was a couple of years younger and had never married, mostly because she was so picky. It certainly wasn't because of her looks. She was about 5'5", 140 pounds or so, and although she had a slight bulge around the middle, she had great round boobs and decent legs and a pretty face. The problem had always been she was too picky.

"It was a really nice ceremony," she said.

"Yes it was, your sister was one of a kind and loved by a lot of people."

A lone tear fell down her face as she sniffled, trying hard to keep from crying.

"Well, I have to be leaving soon as I have to get back to work tomorrow. But you know I am only an hour away and if you need anything...." Her voice trailed off.

Smiling, I looked at her, "I know and I appreciate it," I said, "It will be good tomorrow quite honestly when everyone goes home and I have a chance to start figuring out what comes next. I am very thankful for all you have done; though so don't think it's you."

"No, I get it," she said as she stood up and kissed me on the top of the head.

A couple of weeks passed and I kept busy with filing insurance paperwork and all the other crap that comes with the death of a loved one. I also had taken all of her clothes and bagged them up and took them to the local women's shelter to see them go to good use. It was also cathartic for me to do so as seeing her stuff around was a bit too much for me. I did keep a couple of her things as a reminder, a few outfits she had worn on some special occasions but for the most part, I got rid of it. I offered the clothes to her sisters but they did not feel right and I could understand that.

It was a Sunday afternoon and I was sitting in the family room, watching a football game on TV when I heard the doorbell. I got up and opened the door, and looked down to see Nicky, the daughter of a friend of my wife who was really close to her. Nicky was a few years out of college and had moved back to town, teaching at the local high school. She was about five foot two, with short blonde hair and was built like an Olympic gymnast, a little thick, with a really tight butt, muscular legs, and the firmest boobs you'd ever want to see. She looked cute with her oversized sweater pulled down over her black leggings and sneakers.

My wife had worked for years out of the house direct selling makeup. Nickie had started helping Diana, my wife, when she was 12, helping to fill orders and doing general clerical chores a few hours a week, even through her college breaks. They had become especially close, and Nickie had become almost like a daughter to us as we never had any kids.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," she said as she stepped up and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"No not at all, come on in," I said as I opened the door for her to come in.

"Let me guess, you're watching football," she said as she walked in and plopped herself on the couch.

"Yes I am. So what brings you here?"

"I was just out and was nearby and wanted to come check on you. I was trying to give you some space but I was worried about you." Even though she was only 25, we had always thought she had an old soul.

"That's nice, Nickie, I appreciate that," I replied, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll take a beer, whatever you are drinking."

"You know where they are, help yourself."

Smiling she got up. "I didn't want to be rude."

"Nickie, you will always be like family around here. You don't need to ask, you have free run of the place like always."

She went and got a beer out of the fridge, and then came back in, stopping off and kissing me on the cheek as she went over and sat down on the couch as I reclined back in my chair. She took her sweatshirt off to reveal a white tank top which displayed quite a bit of cleavage as she was not wearing a bra.

We sat there and just made some small talk as we had a couple of beers. She told me about her students and how much fun she was having. I asked her about her social life and she confessed that she enjoyed going out with the girls but right now, she really didn't feel like dating anyone as the guys her age were, in her words, "like little boys."

"So have you done anything with her office?"

"No, quite honestly, I don't know where to begin," I said. "I'm sure some of her customers probably don't even know."

"Well, if you want, since I know where everything is, why don't I start coming by a few hours a week and help you with it. "

"Nickie, that would be a huge help. Her customers need to know where to go now, there are orders to fill, and I need to box up all the stuff and get rid of it somehow. Plus all the records and such need to be organized for taxes."

"Say no more, I'd be glad to," she said and then she looked down and started to cry softly.

I got up and sat down next to her and as I reached for her she enveloped me in a huge hug and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shhh, its ok hon, let it out," I said.

"I'm so sorry," she said," I came here to check on you and look at me, I'm a mess."

"It's ok, Nickie, I miss her too."

We sat there for a few minutes, as I held her and she buried her face in my chest, crying. Not knowing what to say, I held her close and looked down at her and immediately felt guilty because at this angle, I was getting a great view down her shirt at the firmest tits I had seen in a long time. It had been a long time because of the illness since I had been with my wife and my cock was starting to spring to attention.

What the hell is wrong with me? I hope she doesn't notice.

Eventually, she wiped her tears away and looked up at me.

"Pete, I'm so sorry," she said.

"Nothing to be sorry for, I replied, "How about we start this week?"

"Ok, that sounds good."

"Do you still have a key to the house?'

"Yes, I was going to give it back."

"Nah, this is like your house too. Keep it."

Smiling, she got up, put her sweatshirt back on, and kissing me goodbye, left.

A couple of weeks later, I got home from work and saw Nickie's car parked in the driveway.

"Hey Nickie," I called out.

"Hi Pete, I'm up here in the office."

I walked up to the spare bedroom that had been my wife's office. Nickie was sitting there dressed in a short black skirt, black tights, and a red sweater with her shoes kicked off, working at the computer.

"Well, I have to say, Nickie, you're the best looking teacher I ever saw."

"Oh shut up," she said laughing and threw a piece of paper at me.

"So how's it going?"

"Well, I went through all her emails and replied to them."

"Were there any orders? I had tried to keep up with them."

"There were some but most of them were just people expressing their condolences."

"Weird that people would email her knowing she was..." my voice trailed off as I could not say the words.

"Well they probably figured someone would read them," she said.

"Well, go ahead and ship the orders but don't charge anyone."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think Diana would have wanted it that way. By the way, are you hungry?"

"Actually, I am. I came over right after school."

"Ok, why don't I order Chinese food and we can have dinner, my treat."

"That sounds good, let me just finish up."

Thirty minutes later, the delivery guy dropped off the food and we sat down at the kitchen table and began to dig into the dinner.

"Do you want some wine, Nickie?"

"Sure, I'd love some. The little bastards were driving me crazy at school today."

I got up and uncorked a bottle of wine and poured it for both of us.

"So how was your day, Pete?"

"Ah the usual junk. It feels good to be back doing routine stuff again."

"Yeah I bet."

"Hey I really appreciate you doing this. We never discussed payment," I said.

"PLEASE!" she exclaimed, "I want to do it and you don't owe me anything. Besides, as long as you keep feeding me these gourmet dinners, we'll call it even.

After dinner, we sat down in the family room and drank the wine and talked. After a few hours, she yawned and stretched, arching her back in a way that caused her tits to strain against her sweater which was innocently erotic.

"Well I think I need to go for now," she said as she stood up.

Carefully, I stood up as well and hugged her.

"I'll be by in a day or so to continue."

"That sounds good, are you ok to drive?" I asked.

"Sure, no problem," she said and kissing me on the cheek, she said," See you later sweetie."

Sweetie? Must have been the wine, I thought as I waved goodbye.

I closed the door and sat back down in my recliner. All I could think about at that point was it had been a long time since I had gotten anything and the picture of her firm tits pushed against her sweater made me even harder. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and immediately began stroking myself furiously. I imagined her tight little body pressed up against mine as my hard cock went in and out of her and within a minute, I shot a huge load all over myself, spraying my shirt and even hitting my face.

Damn, what a mess but wow that felt good.

I went upstairs, peeled off my clothes and went to bed and slept soundly for the first time in months.

So, we settled into kind of a routine where she would come by after school and work for a few hours in my wife's office. It was slow going as she had been somewhat disorganized but we were making progress. I was getting used to Nickie being there and actually found myself looking forward to coming home to see her. Occasionally, I would cook for her but most of the time it was take out. The weekends were kind of lonely for me because Nickie did some volunteer work and also liked to go out and spend time with her friends. So, I basically just did things around the house and went to movies, just trying to find stuff to keep busy.

We would sit around after and talk about nothing and everything. The conversation came quite easy between us and we both enjoyed each other's company. A few times she mentioned that she wished the guys her age were more mature whenever the subject of her dating would come up, but I just let it go and told her that eventually, we (meaning men) grow up.

A couple of weeks later, as I was sitting home one night, the phone rang and it was my sister in law, Julie.

"Hi Julie, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Pete, how are you doing?"

"Doing ok, thanks."

"Well that's good," she said, "I haven't talked to you for a couple of months now and figured I should call. Besides, I need to ask a favor."

"Sure, Julie, name it."

"Well I am going to be up your way for a wedding on Saturday for the daughter of one of my college friends and I was wondering if you minded if I stayed overnight. I figure I don't want to drive an hour or so home that late. "

"Sure, no problem, I can make up the spare room. What time are you going to be coming by?"

"Well, I figure about 4, and then I am going to change and get ready there and my friend Judy is going to pick me up as well as drop me off. She and her husband don't live too far from you. I would stay with them but they have three kids and,..."

"Julie, its fine. I have the room and you are more than welcome. I'll even pick up something for breakfast on Sunday as I am just a cereal kind of guy normally."

That Saturday, Julie showed up promptly at 4 and after exchanging pleasantries, she went upstairs and commenced to get ready. I was of course dressed in sweats and a t shirt since I was not really doing anything and was looking forward to sitting in and watching some movies.

About an hour or so later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. As I looked up, she rounded the corner.

"Wow, Julie, you look really pretty," I said.

"Oh thanks, you're so sweet.".

I just call them like I see them I thought. She had her long black hair hanging down over her shoulders. She was wearing a knee length purple dress that was very form flattering and had a slit about halfway up the thigh with black sheer nylons and black heels.

"By the way, Pete, you look like you've been working out."

"Thanks. Actually, I have a little bit but I also don't eat as much as I used to so that helps too. And, might I add, you look pretty good yourself."

"Thanks," she replied, "I've been doing weight watchers and trying to walk every day."

"Well, it's working for you. You know some guy may pick you up tonight so just call if you aren't coming home," I smiled.

Laughing, she replied, "I don't think so but thanks for the compliment."

"Anyway, here's a key to let yourself in as I might be asleep."

"Thanks," she said as a horn beeped, "That's my ride, see you later."

A few hours later, I was awakened by the beep of the alarm on the door as it opened and Julie walked in. I had moved to one end of the couch that reclined and was reclined back with the remote on my chest.

"Oh sorry, did I wake you up?" she asked.

"I guess I had dozed off but it's ok. How was the wedding?"

Closing the door, she hung her coat up on the hook by the door, dropped her purse, and then came and plopped down on the other end of the couch, sitting with her back in the crook of the couch, her legs out. She then kicked off one and then the other shoe and then rubbed her feet together before bending her leg and rubbing them one at a time. As she did so, I noticed I was getting a nice view up her dress but averted my eyes and pretended not to notice.

"It was a lot of fun, but my feet are sore, I could sure use a foot rub," she said.

"I'm sure you could," I smiled at her.

"Aw come on, Pete, why not?" she asked as she playfully batted her eyes.

"Because that goes beyond the brother-in-law duties and responsibilities guide book."

"Oh yeah, I'd like to see that book then," she said with a grin.

"Hey, you're lucky I'm not charging you to stay over tonight."

"Charge me? Really? Like what?" she asked.

Is she flirting with me?

"Brr, by the way it's chilly in here."

"Yeah I like the house a little on the cool side," I replied and standing up, walked over to the little bench next to the window and pulled out a small blanket and carried it over and draped it over her. Immediately, she wrapped herself up in it and pulled her legs underneath her like a little kid does sometimes when they are cold. She actually looked pretty cute doing that.

"Well, since I am now up and awake, do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll have a Mike's Hard Lemonade if you have one."

I went to the fridge and got her the drink along with a beer for me and opened them. Coming back to the couch, I handed her the bottle and I noticed she had moved toward the middle of the couch with the blanket around her.

"What the hell are you watching?" she asked.

"Star Trek marathon," I said.

"Oh geez, you are such a geek," she said as she rolled her big brown eyes but smiled at me.

"Yeah as I recall you guys aren't in to that stuff."

"No, not at all. So tell me, seriously, how have you been getting along?"

"Well, it's been almost a couple of months now and I'm finally starting to sleep ok again but I would be lying if I said it wasn't hard. Her little friend Nickie comes by every so often and has been helping to close out her business and help me get that all situated, but for the most part, I just go to work, come home and sit." As I finished my sentence, I could feel my eyes moistening a bit.

"Oh yeah, I've met her, she was at the funeral. She's like a daughter to you isn't she?" Her question had a weird tone to it as if she might be a little jealous.

"Yeah she's a pretty good kid."

"Well you shouldn't spend so much time alone. If I had known that, I would have come and visited before now," she said as she reached over to me.

"Thanks, Julie, but, well," and my voice trailed off as I could not find words to express myself as I set my beer down on the table next to me looking down.

"Oh you poor thing," she said as she sniffed back a tear. She pushed the blanket to the side and slid over to me. As she did so, I put my arm on the back of the couch and she snuggled in against me and laid her head on my shoulder.

I turned into her a bit and we sat there in each other's arms for a few minutes, just lightly rubbing and snuggling each other, neither one of us saying a word.

"It's ok, Pete, I miss her too."

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head and she raised her head and kissed me on the cheek as we started into each other's eyes. We held the gaze for what seemed like an eternity, both of us not sure what to do next, two people sharing a moment of intimate emotion. Slowly, I moved closer, my face close to hers, our lips inches apart as I lightly kissed her on the lips and pulled back to see her reaction. At first, there was a hint of surprise but then she kissed me back on the lips. We pecked each other a few times before our lips parted as our tongues touched for a brief moment before we broke it off, stopping inches apart, both of us breathing heavily.

"Julie, I..."

"Shh, it's ok," she said and she leaned in and we locked lips again. We kissed again, as I put my hand behind her head, and we slowly caressed each other tenderly. I could feel the familiar stirring in my crotch as she lightly rested her hand on it, and my hand slid down to cup her breast, gently, like the first time I had ever made out with a woman. She moved a little bit to turn into me and her dress rode up a bit exposing the upper parts of her thighs.

I slid my hand down to her leg and slowly rubbed the inside of her nylon covered thighs. She trembled a bit at my touch and as I slid my hand under her dress, her hand came down on my wrist and gently pulled it back to her knee.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No it's ok, she said, "I'm just nervous, let's take it slow sweetie."

We went back to making out and I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest, beating quickly as we continued. Slowly she began to squeeze my now bulging erection as she kissed my neck and face. I again went back and rubbed my hands across her chest. We stopped for a moment and smiled at each other as she reached into the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down, and I stood up to pull them all the way off leaving me in my t shirt and underwear with a protruding bulge.