Holly wiped the tears from her eyes as she cleaned up the mess her boyfriend had left all over the floor. It was their second fight in 2 days and before he stormed out he had thrown so much around, it looked like an earthquake had come through. In their small and shoddy apartment there was broken glass in the kitchen, and a pan full of noodles she had made for him all over the wall and floor. All this was because she asked him if she could go out with her friend Sara tonight.
Pete had his own ideas about where she should be. In his words he wanted her home to cook her usual crap she makes for dinner. He said that it's shit but at least it's food. This is as close as she could ever expect for a compliment.
The whole thing started when she became enamored with him after high school. She had lost her parents when she was really young and spend 8 years between facilities and various foster homes. At age 17 she was given special permission to live on her own after her latest foster family up and left one day without a word. She had been close enough to a legal age that they approved. Then of course without much guidance in her life, she went right into the arms of an abuser.
"I guess I'm kinda stupid," she sniffed as she wiped tears from her eyes.
Holly looked at herself in the mirror and began to count her blessings. At least this time he did not pound her or get his belt out again. He just left with a warning. But she knew something was coming. Either it would be a beating, or else he would get her wasted and let his friends take turns with her. But she looked at her 26 year old face that seemed to her to be twice that with the burden she carried.
She nearly starts crying when she thinks of the even dozen of his friends that had her that night last fall. As Pete looked at her pounding his fist, she knew what she had to do. On her knees, and her back, she endured it all. Standing now in her little kitchen she shivered a little as she could almost feel the penetrations, and of course everything else. Back then with it was over, drunk and falling over, she went into the bathroom to either clean or kill herself. She just wanted it to be over. But she pressed on, thinking that maybe he would change or that she could just leave. But he said he would kill her slowly if she ever did. He found her once when she tried to escape. The result was nothing she wanted to think about.
"I'm stuck," Holly sobbed. "I just have to take it."
After Holly cleaned the mess in the kitchen she got ready for work. She was after all the only one supporting them. She had acquired a job caring for an elderly man. It paid well for not even a full day. She loved going there because of his kindness, and it's her escape from the life she has in this place. It's the only time she ever smiles. Sometimes when she goes there he can tell when she has had a bad time. He tries to get her to talk about it, but while she is there she just needs the escape. Plus, Pete would kill her or worse if he found out. On her long walk to his house each time she tries her best to perk herself up.
"Hey there's my sweetheart," Henry smiled as she walked in his house, "Come on over and sit in my lap. I've got something in my pocket."
Oh and there is that too. He is a vicious flirt. But she lets it go because he is harmless and she knows he would never do anything. But she has fun with it as well and throws it right back at him, calling it therapy for her mind. It helps her get thought the hard times.
"Oh big boy if I did that I'd want to sit there all the time," Holly winked.
"Oh don't I wish," Henry smiled kindly. "So how are you today?"
"Well ok I think," Holly smiled, "Let me tidy the kitchen then we can hang those drapes I didn't have time for yesterday."
As Holly cleaned up the kitchen they talked back and forth about various things. Henry always had a lot to say. But he would often want Holly to talk. Sometimes she would make things up. He really knew nothing of her past and present. Somehow she thought that he might have less of an opinion of her. She couldn't stand to lose this job and her therapy. She also didn't think it would make a difference.
"So how did you escape?" Holly asked.
"Well actually we got really lucky and they just moved on," Henry said, "That tells you what a little patience can do for you. Sitting in a cave completely still for 7 hours saved our lives. Patience."
"Patience," Holly sighed. "I wish everyone had it."
"Honey when are you going to tell me something about yourself?" he asked, "I tell you all about these war stories and other things, and you don't have any. Or at least you don't talk about it."
"Not much to say," she sighed.
"Oh come on," Henry prodded, "There has to be something more to my dear Holly other than the obvious."
"What's obvious?" Holly asked nervously.
"Well the fact that you probably look beautiful in a short white nightgown," Henry laughed.
"Ha ha," Holly said relieved as she looked out the window.
For a moment she wondered how it would feel to be looked at by someone who actually cared about her. She could only dream about it. But the thought felt so warm. She even smiled a little thinking how wonderful it would be.
But just in the midst of her daydream it was flung away. Her heart froze as she looked at the very end of the long driveway to Henry's sprawling property. She saw her boyfriend's car and him stepping out of it. Her heart raced as he leaned against the car and met her gaze in the window. She could hear Henry talking but all around her was muffled almost as if she was underwater.
She began to shake a little as he just stared. Then he punched the palm of his hand with his first and pointed at her. She felt her fear rise to the surface. The blood raced away from her face as her fear surged. She knew right then that she was going to get a beating when she got home. Just as quickly as her anxiety was elevated, he got back in his car and left. For several minutes she stared frozen in fear at what she must endure later. Would it be a beating, or some form of sexual degradation.
"Well they didn't have any more so I had to go to the grocery store to get them," Henry said. "Damn things cost more there."
"Sorry Henry," Holly said trying to compose herself.
"Well while you finish up, I'm going to take a shower," Henry said. "Then we can hang those drapes."
"Ok hon," Holly smiled. "Need any help just holler."
"If only I did need help getting in the shower," he laughed. "I might enjoy that."
"Probably too much," Holly smiled.
"Well you could always come in for the heck of it," Henry smiled. "Got a nice handle to hang onto."
"Funny," she grinned at him.
"Doesn't hurt to try," Henry said as he left the kitchen.
Holly knows that to the observer this might seem like some dirty 70 year old man that likes much younger women. Well the truth is that he is attracted to her. But he is a kind and harmless gentleman, with of course a nasty side to him. They have fun, and even once in a while dance to his favorite Arias. She can't help thinking that if he were only thirty or so years younger. Her fondness for him is so overshadowed by her own problems that she has to try so hard to not think about them when she is here. If only she could just tell him about it. She knows he would try to help her. But what can he do as one elderly man besides give her compliments and of course his flirts every day of the week. If only her life were as simple as his.
His flirts are innocent enough. But there have been a few times where she has been tempted to answer them fully. She has even imagined it before. Once after a particularly difficult evening with Pete as he laid passed out on the floor with a bottle in his hand, she imagined being with him. Her thoughts of his kind words and smile soon turned to other things.
As she had gone into the shower got the stink of Pete off of her she thought of taking up on his offer that he so often mentioned. She thought about joining him. So gently she would take a bar of soap and lather her hands. She would wash him carefully.
But with a smile on her face, her soft hands wrapped themselves around his manhood. It would seem like she was doing a complete job of cleaning him. But he would react and it would grow. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself to rinse him off carefully. With hits full length in front of her she would look up at him again as she opened her mouth and took him in. Gently she would lick his shaft up and down, and trail small kisses over him. A small pleasure for a kind man over twice her age.
But she wouldn't end there. After leaving the shower she would carefully dry him, and lay him down on his bed. She imagined him whispering something to her before she would get on top of him. Lovingly she would do all the work, bouncing up and down, moaning and sweating. He had been so kind that she wanted his pleasure to be absolute. Of course she would have it too. He would willingly give that to her. She would see the love in his eyes as he tensed and released. Then she would take care of his output in various ways. Because of real love it would not be a burden.
As she spent that long time in the shower and with her thoughts wandering, she touched herself all over and felt liberated. As her fingers explored inside and out, she had the only orgasm she had in many years. Then the guilt set in as she thought of what she had done and her passed out boyfriend. After all he had done she still felt the guilt. Compensation came in the form of picking him up and putting him to bed, only to be violated later.
"Oh done already," Holly said as she was finishing up the kitchen and turned to face him.
"Yes, it's quick because no one is there to scrub the good parts," Henry smiled.
"Well lets get those curtains up," Holly smiled thinking that with her recent thoughts she might do something she shouldn't.
The two of them went into the sprawling family room where she had set out the curtains on the couch yesterday. They were exactly where she had left them. She took one of the curtain poles from against the wall and started to thread a curtain through it. It was very long, and Henry held the other end, feeding it through. When they were finished they each took an end, and Holly stood on a chair to attach the post to its holder.
"Too bad your not wearing a skirt," Henry laughed from below from a few feet below her.
"Sure you could handle that?" Holly laughed.
"Handle?" Henry asked. "I think you're reading my mind."
"You think you could handle me?" Holly asked knowing right away she shouldn't have said it.
"One way to find out," Henry said.
"That would be too much information for you hon," she giggled.
"Would give me more to think about when I go to sleep," he said.
"Oh like you think of me that much, right," she smiled.
"Well I miss you when your not here actually. No one to talk to," he said.
Holly looked down at him for a moment and saw his expression. She could see for the first time right on his face. She knew he would never hurt her. She quickly turned away from him and resumed his work. Then she nearly stumbled as she wondered how long he had had these feelings for her. She thought it was just harmless fun they were having. But his feelings are more. She sees that now. Perhaps she would have before if she had not been so caught up in her own life. He has shown her so much kindness so she feels like she owes him a little.
