Not a Sugar Daddy Pt. 06

The time had come and Tadd told Connie, "Hon, I think I should move in with you, if you want."

"Want?! I was about to kidnap you!" she said. "What do we have to do to make that work?"

"Well, I want to keep Georgia as my legal address because I like my doctors and health plan. I've thought about it and mail is really the only issue. I've found a mailbox forwarding service. I'll change my address on everything and put a forward to that place. Every week they'll package up my mail and send it here, if that's okay."

"Of course it is, hon," she said.

"I hate doing it since most of my mail is junk, but I need to maintain a Georgia address to keep my insurance plan and docs," he explained. "I see my PCP every six months, having to go in a week before for blood work. I'll try to arrange my annual cardiologist and my six month dental appointments to align with the PCP ones, so I can drive down and spend a week or so and handle everything."

"That makes sense. Can I come down too if I'm available?" she asked.

"Of course you can, hon. But I plan to leave Tess here with you so we may have to forgo their crates when you bring them down," he said.

"Not a problem - Butch and I both love Tess. What else do we have to figure out?"

"Well, I want to see if there's a nearby Habitat chapter I can volunteer with. And I'll have to tell my trainer I'm ending my sessions with him, and the same with Habitat down there. I've already upgraded my gym membership to Black Card so I can visit any location any time so that's cool."

"Sounds like you thought it all through," Connie said. "As I knew you would, Mr. Analytic."

"I do want to try to find a good barber around here. I've always wanted my head shaved with a blade so it's as smooth as the movie stars like Vin Diesel and Dwayne Johnson. If I try to do it myself I know I'll butcher my head," he told her.

"Forget that, hon. Haven't you noticed how smooth my labia are?" she said.

"Of course I have. I assumed you shaved pretty much every day, or got waxed."

"Nope. Wait here," she said rushing into the bathroom. When she came back she handed him a small gun shaped device. "I do it myself, with this. It's a laser light permanent hair removal thingie. Somehow the pulsing high intensity light kills the hair follicle and root. We should use it two to three times a week for the first month then once or twice a week for two more months. After that we have to do a touch-up every two weeks or so, depending on how fast your hair grows, but once you get it, you're as bald as a baby's bottom."

"Interesting. Can we use it on me down there too?" he asked.

"The instructions say no, because that skin can be more sensitive than other places. But I tried it and it's fine so we'll just have to do a test patch and see if you get any pain or anything. I use it on my pits, legs, and pussy. Just have to use the safety dark glasses, so unless we can get another pair you'll have to keep your eyes closed when I do you."

"I have a pair of eclipse glasses. We'll have to check if they suffice," he told her.

"C'mon, let's start on your head," Connie ordered, motioning him to sit in a dining chair. "I'll have to wear the glasses so I can see so you need to keep your eyes shut the entire time. Don't dare open them until I tell you it's okay."

"Got it," Tadd said, shutting his eyes tight.

"This model has a cooling feature which makes it more effective and also counters the heating effect of the lights. You might feel a bit of warmth but that should be it. It has nine levels, I'll start at 1 and if you're okay with how it feels I can ramp it up. The higher we go the sooner it will work," Connie explained.

Tadd felt hardly anything when she started and told her so. Connie pushed the level up to three and he still felt nothing so she went to five. She finally put it on the maximum, nine, and Tadd was fine with it.

"It is a bit slow," Connie admitted, "it took me about fifteen minutes to do each leg when I started. But now the minimal amount of new growth I get only takes about five minutes to touch up. I'm guessing your head will take ten to fifteen minutes today."

When she finished Connie wet a washcloth with cold water and laid it over his head. "Thanks, hon, but that really isn't necessary. I pretty much don't feel a thing."

A few days later they took her SUV and his Mini and drove down to Tadd's cabin. Connie had three days free, it being the start of the week. Tadd planned to swap the Mini for his truck so he could move a couple of his guitars and some of the tools he'd need to handle some DIY projects Connie had asked him to take care of.

Monday he kept his appointment with his trainer and let him know he was moving and ending their sessions. He'd paid up through the next Monday but told his trainer to keep it. When he left he also handed the trainer an envelope, containing five hundred dollars, as a final tip.

Next he drove to the mailbox forwarding service and signed up, giving Connie's address as the one they should send his mail to. Later, at the cabin, he went online and requested a permanent change of address with the post office. They would forward his mail to the service until the companies mailing him modified their records to his new 'address'. After lunch, he spent more than an hour submitting changes of address to every company he could think of.

Tuesday, Connie helped Tadd load a tool chest into his truck, first emptying the drawers and removing them, then reinstalling them once the case was in the truck. Tadd gathered all the tools he thought he would need at her place and spent an hour putting them neatly into the drawers. When he finished he locked the drawers and used a ratchet strap to secure it to the truck bed wall.

Finally he added the larger tools including his compound miter saw, circular saw, drills, a six foot straight edge, clamps, router, sanders, compressor and nail and brad guns. Rain wasn't predicted for the next few days so he was hopeful he could make the two hour trip without incident when he headed to Connie's. To be on the safe side he tossed a tarp in the back seat of the truck.

Tuesday evening they made love, saying 'farewell' to the cabin. They would be back, but didn't know when. Certainly long 'weekends' of Sunday through Wednesday would be a nice break from the routine of Connie's job, and any vacations when they weren't planning trips.

Their love-making was tender and sweet. They both loved the cabin and his moving in with her was tender-sweet in that respect. And they had reached the point where making love was their primary form of sex, reserving the more wild fucking for times when they were feeling randy.

This night missionary felt right to both of them and Tadd lay between Connie's legs and made love to her until she declared "I'm going to cum!".

He kept stroking in and out of her until she did, which caused him to follow. After, he continued laying atop her until his cock softened and shrank. When her pussy popped it out he lifted off her and lay beside her, cuddling.

Connie kissed him then rolled onto her side, putting her back to him. Tadd snuggled up and reached over her side to take her breast in his hand. They both truly loved when he cupped her breast as they feel asleep, and hopefully all night long.

The next morning they woke, fixed breakfast, and pulled his cooler out of the garage attic. He'd frozen every ice pack he owned on Monday. They packed all the perishables into the cooler and added the ice packs. Then they loaded it into his truck and tossed the one garbage bag in as well. Kissing each other goodbye they headed out, with Connie leading and Tadd right behind.

The trip took just over two hours and was trouble-free. Connie stopped in the driveway and Tadd backed the truck up to the garage door. After letting the dogs into the fenced back yard they worked together to unload the truck. Connie used a service to take care of her lawn and landscaping, so her garage held none of the usual gardening tools. Their bicycles hung from the ceiling, out of the way, so there was plenty of room for his tools. The toolbox was far too heavy for them to lift out of the truck so once again they removed each drawer and then lifted the carcass out. Putting the drawers back in wrapped up the tool transfer.

When they walking into the house, Connie said, "So how does it feel to be truly living here, with me?"

"I think it's going to take a little time to sink in. I still think of the cabin as my home, but that will pass. If you're really asking if I have any regrets that answer is definitely not. I plan, and want, to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Good answer, stud," she kidded. "Just to be on the safe side I've had a chain and ankle cuff installed in the bedroom. I'll just chain you up anytime I have to go out."

"So, your true kinky side finally comes out, eh?" he grinned.

"Careful what you wish for, my dear," she retorted.

Over the next few weeks Tadd settled into a new routine. With a fenced in backyard, letting the dogs out was easy and didn't require him to check on Tess to ensure she didn't run after neighbor pets. He found the best route to the gym and resumed his Monday, Tuesday, Friday routine. He took over the menu planning, grocery shopping, and meal prep, which Connie was extremely grateful for. He did basic straightening up, and ran the laundry, but Connie had a maid service in every week so he didn't have to do the heavy lifting. Although she took three days off every week, she worked hard and often long hours the other four days, so she was thrilled with all the other things he did to keep the household running smoothly.

He did find the nearest Habitat chapter, but they were building houses almost an hour away. Not ideal, but he contacted them and signed up to volunteer. Compared to his life at the cabin this new experience was a mixed bag.

On the one hand it was a much more fulfilling life with a wonderful woman. But she worked long hours more than half the week, so he spent more time alone than he wanted. He did understand it had to be that way for now.

When Connie came home from work that night, he told her, "Hon, we need to talk, please."

"Okay," she said nervously. "What's wrong?"

"Not wrong, per se, just not right. I have the gym, and Habitat, and taking care of meals, but those aren't enough to keep me busy. On your work days I sit around with nothing to do, bored."

"I'm sorry, hon. How can I help? I want you to be happy here," she said.

"I want to start writing again. I've never done that while I've been in a relationship so I don't know if I can. But I won't try unless you are okay with it," he said.

"Oh, you shouldn't even need to ask. You know I enjoyed reading your stories once you told me about them. But can I ask a favor?" she asked.

"Of course, What can I do for you?"

"May I read them before you post them? I know you self-edit but four eyes are better than two. I have seen a few typos in some of your stories."

"I'd like that. And you might have ideas on how I can make them hotter. So many stories are published every day that you have to make a big splash very quickly in order to earn the coveted "Hot" tag.

"Cool. Do you have any ideas for new stories?"

"There were a couple I came up with last year, but they didn't pan out. Hopefully inspiration will strike soon."

"Are there any categories you haven't written a story for?" she said.

"Sure. I've never done lesbian because I don't think a man can do that justice. Same goes for Trans - I don't understand the motivations. Non-erotic might be an opportunity, but I don't have any ideas there either."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think of something. Or you'll come across some inspiration, like the Parking Lot story. Just let it percolate in the back of your mind, hon."