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lumy12It's not hard to find this dude's ranch -- the house actually looks like it was carved into a mountain, sort of? Or like the mountain is hugging it. You ask Joel if it's really a ranch house, and he says he reckons it is if the guy kept horses or cows or something on his land. You follow a long, winding driveway past enough pastures that you suppose he must have been raising some kind of farm animals there. There's stables... a barn... you want to say this is more of a farm than a ranch.
Joel is a bit paranoid about leaving the horses down in the stables when they're so far away, and his paranoia is rubbing off on you, too, because you know that you'll feel better with them close to you as well. There's a large garage at the base of the small mountain, which is possibly a safe place for them, but when you follow the driveway up to the terrace on top of that, it's much nicer up there -- and the grade is so steep the horses balk at it (that's a plus for safety, in Joel's eyes). There's a gate that leads to... well, you can't call it a back yard, since it's on the side, but it's an enclosed area. With grass and trees and shit. And a nice covered patio with a barbecue... a swing set... a trampoline... a swimming pool set in a little alcove... a hot tub...
"Okay. I'm really fucking impressed with this place and we haven't even made it inside yet," you breathe. "When the world goes back to normal, we're moving here, 'kay?"
"You got it, kiddo." It's a long-running joke between you that the world is going to 'recover' from the pandemic and become more like Joel's old world. You can't even imagine it! ...except you can. You do. All the time. You wish you could give it all back to him. Everything (and everyone) he lost.
"This is great for the horses. You can't even see over the wall from the outside." You start undoing the saddlebags.
"Wait here an' I'll--"
"Joel! Seriously? It's gonna take you fifteen minutes to check that whole house. I'll check it with you. We already know there's no one here."
Joel gives you a Look, but you're totally right! "All right. We'll come back for this, though."
Because he's too superstitious to unpack your stuff before knowing with absolute certainty that it's safe to stay here. Ha!
The sliding patio door is difficult to budge, but it's not locked, so that's convenient. It opens into a ginormous kitchen... which, unfortunately, is quite trashed. That becomes a theme as you travel from room to room. "Clearly, we ain't the only ones drawn to this place over the years," Joel muses.
"So... we just have to use our imagination to make it nice in here." You're good at that.
"The ground floor doors all lock -- that's good enough for me."
"A man of simple tastes," you say lightly.
Many of the windows are either open or broken, which sort of negates the doors-locking thing, in your opinion, but you note that the house doesn't smell at all musty or stale, and you attribute it to that. Some of the rooms even smell flowery! Joel did point out the overgrown shrubbery hugging the house before, even blocking the windows in some areas. You think you smell roses... and roses are supposed to be romantic. Hmmm...
When you reach the bedrooms, you wonder which one you and Joel are going to sleep in. You know that the master bedroom is supposed to be the nicest, but sometimes the other rooms are more desirable -- for instance, if there happens to be a corpse or two in the master bed. And this house does have some dead people in it, sadly. You're so accustomed to seeing dead bodies by now that they don't disturb you; you just step over them or go around them. You wouldn't want to share a bed with one, though. Nope, I'll take a live Joel instead, please...
You're really happy to be stopping so early in the day. You probably have a few hours still before it even starts to get dark. Joel will want to go to sleep shortly after that, so the sooner you get your 'chores' done -- and you're counting eating dinner as a chore, even though it's fun! -- the better. You've gotten it into your head that something magical is going to happen here tonight. Maybe even... no, you really shouldn't get your hopes up, wondering that... but what if! Anything's possible, right? Dare you think it... Maybe I'll lose my virginity here!
-No, that's highly unlikely. You should get that thought out of your head.
...but you can't. Because you really feel like you can make it happen!
After the house is deemed clear, Joel claims one of the smaller rooms as yours for the night, if it's okay with you, because it overlooks the side-yard. With the window open, he can hear the horses below. You agree to it, even though you like the master bedroom better (and you may have had a fleeting fantasy of you and Joel taking a bath in the huge round tub in the master bath... but you know you can't do that here, and Joel won't even do that with you back home!). Noting your fascination with the house, he offers to bring all your shit inside while you explore a little more, taking more time to examine points of interest.
You've ended up in the attic, which is larger than any attic you've ever seen before, but just as dusty and cobwebby. This is where people store shit, though, so maybe I can find something... it's not like any hunters staying here would want this... at least, I don't think they would? You want to find something sexy to wear -- to bed, preferably, but if you can't find that, a sexy outfit will do. You expect Joel will try to lecture you on the importance of sleeping in your clothes in case you need to leave quickly. The thing about that is if you suddenly find yourselves under attack, aren't you just going to kill everyone anyway? Joel would say "not necessarily," but you can't imagine a scenario where you wouldn't. It's not like hordes and hordes of infected are going to make a beeline for the second story of a house tucked into a mountain. No -- if there are any in the area, they'll most likely wander aimlessly down below, giving you all the time in the world to either kill them or flee. And if hunters come in, why can't you kill them in underwear or pajamas or whatever? Again, it doesn't seem likely they'll appear out of nowhere in great numbers. It's not like anyone even knows you're here.
So! You set yourself to your task. The only potential problem, other than finding something you like in the first place, is that it may not fit you very well. You don't consider this much of a problem because if anything, it will be too big. And that might be sexy, too, right? If it droops in the right places and shows off more than it should?
You're hoping to find lingerie... like a sexy nightie... and not anything that has panties connected to it, because you don't know if this shit has been washed, ever. You don't mind wearing used underwear (you don't always have much choice in the matter), but it has to be clean! You figure you can just rip out the panties part of the contraption if you find something like that, favoring your own instead, and you don't care about the rest of it not being perfectly clean (unless it really reeks, of course). You didn't ask Joel if he knew anything about this dude's family -- but you know he had grandkids. Which means he had kids, which means he had sex. Probably kind of a lot. He was probably married, which means a woman that he had sex with lived here, which means there should be something useful; you've seen enough movies to know that people who have sex wear sexy things to bed. Which makes sense. Of course, many things have been pilfered from every house on the planet over the years, but those things can also be moved from house to house -- the stuff doesn't just vanish into thin air.
You don't find anything in the attic, but you strike gold in the master bedroom. The huge walk-in closet was probably full of clothes at one time, and now it's only sparsely populated, but you see some nice-looking dresses... not your first choice, because you're not a fan of dresses, but now at least you know you won't leave empty-handed. There's a black one in particular that scoops down so low in the front that you figure it's meant to be worn with something underneath it. You snicker to yourself, imagining how flustered Joel might be if you come down the stairs wearing that.
The real gold, though, is the silky thing balled up in the corner, hidden under some ridiculous-looking straw hat. You're pretty sure it's supposed to be worn as night clothes! You smooth it out on the floor, then hold it up against your body. It doesn't look like something that's been worn a million times; maybe no one ever bothered to look under that hat? It's light blue, which you think is sort of an odd color (aren't they supposed to be black or red?), but it's very pretty, and you know Joel likes blue. It's got teeny little straps -- pasta straps, you think they're called? -- and it's trimmed with lace. The lace is a bit girly for you, but you know it's supposed to be sexy. There's extra lace in the cleavage area, like... for boobs to play peek-a-boo? It's hard to imagine how the garment will fit this way, though... do I have time to try it on and go look in the mirror? You don't know if Joel will come back up after bringing all your shit inside or if he'll just start making dinner; it's not like you have a lot of choices in what to eat (or that you're very picky in the first place), so he may not even consult with you. Plus, he would announce himself by calling to you when he's coming up the stairs -- you'd have time to slam the door before he sees anything. He'll see it soon enough... hehe!
You really ought to go help him downstairs, but... meh. I will right after this! You strip as quickly as you can, down to just your underwear. Then you slide the thing over your head and view your reflection: not bad! It's not supposed to be as wrinkly as it is, and you can't just smooth the wrinkles away with your hands, but you don't think Joel's going to be sitting there thinking "damn, that thing really needs to be ironed" -- at least, you hope he's not! It's big, but you're proud to note that your boobs are now big enough to create real cleavage in this nightie. If it makes ME want to look down there, how will it make Joel feel? you giggle to yourself. You twist and turn to see different angles... it's probably supposed to be a little shorter, if it fit properly, but you don't mind that it hangs halfway down your legs; it's still shorter than your regular night shirt. The only annoying thing is the straps fall off your shoulders way too easily.
"Ellie? I'm gonna--"
"DON'T COME UP HERE!" you scream at Joel.
"Uh... I was just gonna say I'm gettin' dinner started. Why don't you want me to come up?"
"Just don't, okay?!"
You hear him coming up the stairs (because of course he does, even after you just told him not to!) and you scramble to get out of the nightie and back into your regular clothes. You can close the closet door if needed...
"Are you all right?"
"Yes! I'm just... it's a girl thing!" Not a lie, really... ha!
But Joel, of course, thinks you're referring to something else. "Oh. ... ... ...All right, well, I'll be outside."
You giggle to yourself; Joel is probably wondering what the fuck is up with you because you just had your period week before last. And even if you were dealing with that now, what would you be doing upstairs? It's not like the house has running water (you did check that, just in case, but they never do), and anything you might need is downstairs. You'll confess later. "I'll be down in a minute!"
It's all you can do not to wolf down your chicken and bread and fly through everything else that needs to happen before you can start... well, making that magic. You try to tell yourself that the magic lies with Joel himself, with the two of you being together... no matter what you're doing.
Yeah... not working.
Even so, when ~the time is nigh~, you're almost tempted to take Joel up on the offer to play pool in the game room.
"Looks like at least half of the balls are there," he tells you. "We'll just need to find somethin' to hit 'em with if we can't find a cue. You in?"
"Um... that sounds fun. Really. But... I have a better idea. Maybe we can do that before we go tomorrow?" Unless you want to have more sex with me, that is...
Joel eyes you suspiciously. "Does this have anythin' to do with the way you've been gigglin' since we got here?"
"I have not!" you protest. You've mostly stifled the giggles (maybe not as well as you thought you did).
"Well, does it?"
Oh, fine! You give in to the impish grin that's been wanting to take over your face since you came downstairs. "Maaaaaybe..."
"Christ," Joel mutters, but you can tell he's suppressing a smile. "What am I in for tonight?"
You bounce over to him and give him a quick kiss. "You'll see! You just have to stay down here for like... five minutes."
"Five minutes," he parrots.
"Yep! I'll call down to you."
All right, Joel... prepare to be SEDUCED!
If you want to seduce Joel, turn to page 148.
If you don't, you'll need to start a different adventure now :)
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