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"If you will excuse me, Jacey," Nichole said as she moved away from the kitchen table. "I need to visit the little girl's room." She gave him a wink.

She calmly and gracefully left the kitchen. Once well out of sight, she hurried to her bathroom. Not only did she need to get rid of the iced tea she had been drinking, but she needed to take a moment and calm down. She was having fun with Jacey. She was having fun grooming him; teaching him and seducing him. She also very aroused by how he was reacting to her.

Nichole needed to calm down and think about the long game. As much as she wanted to take Jacey to bed right then, she knew that would be a bad decision. She knew he wasn't ready for that. Nichole was confident that he would be happy to have sex with her, at least in part, and that she could probably seduce and push him into letting her do what she wanted, she did not think it would end well. At the very least, he would never trust her again, even if was was lonely enough to come back and see her. At the worst, she would be going to jail.

No, she needed to calm down and think about the long game. She removed her robe as she reached the bathroom. After pushing the door closed, she tossed the robe over the towel bar and moved to the toilet. She pushed her panties down with a sigh of relief before sitting down. With her panties at her ankles she was able to spread her knees and relax. Long practiced in the art of tucking, Nichole was able to keep everything in place with some reasonable amount of comfort, but it still felt nice to let it all hang free. Especially when she was more than a little swollen from arousal herself.

Letting her bladder go, Nichole tried to calm herself down. She looked around the bathroom and tried to think about something other than touching and kissing Jacey. The memory of the kiss they had shared in that very room made her shiver.

Seeing the towel he had used hanging over the shower doors shifted her thinking. Nichole remembered her abandoned plan to get Jacey out of his boy clothes. Her plan had been to put him in her power by taking away his public identity that reminded him so much of his family that ignored him as a person, and that would allow her to help him build a new identity. A simple plan, spill something on him so he would need to let her wash his clothes, so she could keep him to herself for a few hours at best. But it had been even easier than that.

He had gone to take a shower at her request, and dressed in feminine clothes with little more than a suggestion. Jacey had not even tried to change back to his boy clothes yet. It was clear that he was enjoying her company, and wanted to stay for a while more. That made Nichole happy, and it was a happiness she didn't want to lose by rushing things.

Looking about the bathroom, Nichole noticed a few other things. Jacey's set-aside clothes. His bag, and the pantyhose and bikini top she had loaned him. A new idea started to form in her mind. It was too late in the day to start anything, and she didn't want to ruin what she had going by pushing a half formed plan onto Jacey. But she wasn't in a rush, she thought to herself as she finished up in the bathroom.

"Jacey, honey," Nichole called out as she returned to the kitchen. He was right where she had left him, and had a tuna salad wrap in his mouth when she came around the corner. "I was wondering what you would like to do with me?"

Err..."

Her happy smile flashed a little wider when he stiffened briefly at her words. She noticed that not only had he been caught completely off guard by the question, she saw his ears turning pink as she sat back down beside him.

"Jacey," She leaned in to him and gave him a half hug. "I am very happy to have you here, and I have been having fun, but I realized while I was gone, that except for playing a little dress-up and doing our makeup, and having an interrupted lunch, we've not done anything."

"I don't mind," Jacey was quick to assure her. "I've been having fun too."

"Well, if you've got nowhere else you need to be, there is always the old date standby of netflix and chill," Nichole offered.

"That sounds good," He smiled and nodded.

"Alright," Nichole nodded back. "Let's move our lunch to the living room and find something to watch together."

And so they did. It took two trips to move everything. Nichole deliberately set everything up in the living room, while Jacey took a bathroom break, so they would be sitting side by side on the couch as they watched a movie together.

"What kinds of movies do you like?" Jacey asked before Nichole could question him on the topic.

This time it was her turn to be caught short. She had to admit that she was not a movie person. She watched movies, true. But she watched what was trending when she opened netflix. She watched what was popular with her friends when they were together.

"Do you like documentaries?" Jacey asked as he took a seat beside her.

"Ahh, that is..." She felt herself blushing.

"I think I have the perfect movie for us to watch together," Jacey smiled brightly. "As a place to start." He helped himself to the controller and set to work looking for the movie he wanted. He searched deeper into the netflix menu than Nichole had ever thought to, but he finally found the movie he wanted. "I think you are going to like this," He grinned at her as he set the movie to play. And then he settled into the couch.

Nichole was surprised to find herself playing catch-up to her young companion. He had a fire showing in him right then that was a surprise to her. It was clear that he was truly alive and enjoying what he was doing with her. She was also caught off guard by the way he settled in hip to hip with her on the couch, instead of shyly sitting half the couch away. And then her attention was pulled to the television screen...

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When the credits rolled at the end of the second movie, Nichole realized that she was clinging to Jacey and crying. Jacey had started them out with a documentary of an actor she could not remember every hearing of, Lon Chaney. The Man with a Thousand Faces. The master of makeup and acting.

The movie had been informational, and curiously entertaining, at first. By the end of the Documentary, Nichole had been caught up in the life of a man she had never known. She had been touched by the story. And then Jacey had started the second movie.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Nichole had seen the Disney version of the movie, when she was a child, and thought she had known what to expect. Even though it was mentioned in the documentary that the hunchback character died, she had not realized how real that death would be to her when she watched the old, silent movie version of the story.

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Nichole's awareness came back to herself as the credits rolled. She realized she was in such a cliché position that she wanted to laugh. At some point Jacey had put his arm around her, and she had leaned into him. When the second movie was over, she was hugging him while watching the television, and crying. His arm that had started around her shoulders was now laying against her back with his hand resting on her hip.

"I'm going to get you for this," Nichole said with a sniff without looking at Jacey.

"What?" He protested, stiffening but not moving.

"Now I am going to have to look up and watch as many of his old movies as I can." She tried to sound like that was a bad thing. "And some of them look like they will give me nightmares. If that happens, I am going to call you up and complain, and I won't care if it is in the middle of the night." She then moved her hand to put it on the one he had on her hip. "Either that, Or I'll make you stay over to watch them with me so I can hold on to you." She nudged his hand down from her hip to her bottom and gave it, and thus herself, a little squeeze.

She was rewarded by hearing his breathing hitch in surprise, but he didn't take his hand away. She didn't let go of his hand as she sat back up so she could look at him. She wanted him to touch her. He wanted him to feel comfortable touching her, and being touched by her. Once she had his hand safely trapped under her butt, and her own hand pulled free, she gave him a smile.

"Hah. You're trapped," She said with a grin. "Now you have to keep watching movies with me."

"I'm OK with that," She felt him give a small squeeze as he spoke, testing boundaries. "But sooner or later you are going to have to get up."

"Oh I will, huh?" She had an arm around his shoulders as she half faced him. With her free hand she traced a lazy line up and down on his breastbone. "And why is that?"

"You are going to have to go to the bathroom. And then, if I wanted to, I can make a run for it."

"You could," She agreed. "But your things are in my bathroom," She reminded him. "You could go home dressed like that if you want, but I don't think you would want to."

"I guess," He shrugged as his expression fell.

"I wouldn't make you do that," Nichole reassured him, not wanting to accidentally become a bully in his eyes.

"That's not it," He replied with a sigh. "It's the going home part."

"Jacey?" Concern filled her voice.

"It's not that bad," He quickly said. "It's just that I am having fun, and I like being with you. I feel special here. I mean, I know there is nobody else here for you to pay attention to right now, but it's nice to have someone pay attention to me."

"Jacey..." Nichole leaned and gave him a full hug with both arms. "I like spending time with you, but you need to be careful with that kind of thinking. People have gotten in trouble, have gotten hurt, because they just wanted someone to like them, and found out too late that the attention they were getting was from someone bad." She loosened her embrace and leaned back. "I told you, I have lost friends because they were feeling alone. That is why I will be here for you."

"Thank you," He hugged her back with one arm.

Nichole allowed herself to smile. While she had shifted her weight so it was no longer trapped under her, Jacey hand not taken his hand from her bottom. And when he had brought his other arm around for the hug, the hand on her bottom had firmed up its grip as well. It wasn't a grope, just him holding on to her where his hand already was.

Nichole thought about that hand, and where it was for a moment. She was in a short robe, a bra, and thong panties. Because she wasn't modest most of the time anyway, and hadn't been paying attention to her state of dress for a while, she had become mostly uncovered. Jacey's hand was on on her bare skin. She realized that if she could think of a reason to get up and bend over, she would be showing off a lot of skin. She was thinking about doing just that when she realized Jacey was looking at her face intently.

"What is it?" She questioned.

"I was looking at your makeup," He answered, still with his expression one of serious focus. "Your lipstick is uneven now, and your eyes are... The liner you used has kind of spread."

"I was crying because of the movie," She reminded him. "And things like eating, drinking, and kissing are hard on lipstick."

"Oh. OK." He looked at her for a moment more, then glanced over towards his glass on the table, which she knew would have some lipstick on the rim. Finally he looked back to her. "I guess we should go fix our makeup?"

"Oh, you're perfect," Nichole said, just before pressing her lips to his in a friendly, three-second kiss.