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It felt like years ago when Phee first stepped inside the Duck Tape Bar and Grill, really it was a few months. He remembered how frail she seemed. As a bartender, Clyde figured he was used to seeing pathetic folks stumbling in the bar but this one was different. He didn’t think this could be ameliorated by a cold beer and a listening ear. Fortunately, Jimmy and Sylvie were at the bar too that fateful night. Sylvie moved to sit next to Phee and bought her a hot meal. That night they learned that Phee had just left a bad situation; she walked and hitch-hiked all the way to West Virginia, hoping to get far enough that she wouldn’t be found. Jimmy and Sylvie offered up their spare room for as long as she needed.

It wasn’t long before Phee was basically adopted as a Logan. She decided to stay in Boone County and got a job at the public library working in the children’s section.

Clyde loved it when Phee would come into the bar and keep him company on slow days, talking about the gossip and shenanigans that she heard or saw at the library. Her melodic voice, uncommonly deep for a woman, was pleasant to listen to. And as the weeks passed, she began to look brighter, healthier, and happier. Clyde found himself slowly falling in love with her. He found himself admiring her elegant features. He memorized her features: the soft curve of her jaws, the narrow slant of her nose, and the graceful arch of her brow.

One day, Mellie and Sadie came marching into the Duck Tape. Clyde raised an eyebrow at them. It was the middle of the day – hardly any patrons – so it wasn’t improper to bring Sadie, just unusual.

“When are you gonna ask Miss Phee on a date?” Sadie said, her hands on her hips, acting real sassy like her mother.

Clyde placed two napkins on the bar in front of them with a low laugh.

“What makes you think I’m gonna ask Miss Phee on a date?” he asked.

“C’mon Clyde,” Mellie replied, “we see how you look at her.”

“And I think you two would be perfect together,” Sadie declared.

Clyde rolled his eyes as he began making Sadie’s Sweet Sunrise. When he placed the mocktail on the napkin in front of her, Sadie immediately picked out the orange slice with her fingers and stuffed it in her mouth.

“I don’t think a gal like her would be interested in a guy like me,” Clyde said as he poured out Mellie’s usual draft.

“Well,” Mellie said, “I’ve heard the way she talks about you. She’s definitely interested.”

“She talks about me? What’s she say?”

Mellie and Sadie smirked at him, all devious-like.

“Can’t say,” Mellie said before taking a swig of her beer.

“Girl Code,” Sadie immediately followed up before taking a sip of her drink.

Clyde shook his head in exasperation. The conversation moved on, but Clyde’s thoughts were on Phee for the rest of his shift. Mellie wasn’t really a meddler like Jimmy and his daughter were, so there must have been something that had Mellie so convinced. Clyde kept thinking about it for several days. He was still thinking about it the next time she visited the bar. During a lull in the conversation, as Phee quietly sipped on a Cherry coke, Clyde lingered by her. He had a few false starts, but he was finally able to do what he had been wanting to do for weeks.

“Phee,” he started.

“Hm?”

“I wanted to know… I wanted to ask you to dinner. As a date.”

He looked up for her response and her eyes were sparkling. Fuck, she was so pretty. And her smile. It took a moment for him to register her nodding and saying yes. He grinned back at her. Clyde was glad that there weren’t many folks in the bar when he asked her because he sure was awkward as he talked to her about the details of their date.

“So… do you like Chinese food?” Clyde asked. When Phee nodded, he continued. “Well, there’s this great little family-owned restaurant we can go to down in Danville…”

“Sounds a little far...”

“Yeah – I reckon you wouldn’t want half the town to be gossiping about our first date.”

“Yeah,” Phee giggled and tilted her head. “I think I’d like to keep you to myself for a little while first.”

Hearing that made Clyde’s face feel a little warm. He turned away to wipe at a spot on the counter. It was already clean, but he needed something to distract himself from being a blubbering fool. Clyde managed not to make too much of a fool of himself before he drove Phee back to Jimmy and Sylvie’s place. But the whole drive he was grinning like an idiot, peeking over at her cute, smiling face. He parked at the end of their driveway and turned to face her in the passenger seat. In the dark truck, with the dim green lights from the console, her eyes sparkled. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

“See you tomorrow, Clyde,” she whispered.

He whispered goodbye and then she was gone. Well, it probably wasn’t as quick as Clyde remembered it, but he couldn’t help but keep replaying in his mind the warm press of her lips on him. He sat in the truck for quite a few minutes before driving himself home.

The date couldn’t come quickly enough.

Phee said he could pick her up after work, and when she walked out of the library his heart just about stopped. She looked like sunshine and spring as she wore a sundress wrapped in a fuzzy sweater on that grey winter afternoon. Absolutely adorable. He helped her into his truck before getting in the driver’s seat.

Honestly, Clyde barely noticed the taste of the food. He ate some noodles, but his focus was entirely on the beautiful woman in front of him. It wasn’t all that different than when she hung out at the bar and talked to him about the book she was reading or the plans she had for the children’s section in the library. Somehow though, sitting there in his nicest button-down across from Phee in her pretty dress made it a thousand times better. They probably overstayed their welcome, but from what he could tell the young waiter didn’t seem too rushed to kick them out. It was dark and chilly when they finally left the restaurant. Phee shivered so Clyde wrapped her in his coat. Her pleased smile warmed him up plenty.

They opened their fortune cookies in the truck. There weren’t any slips of paper inside his cookie, no fortune for Clyde.

“Whelp,” Clyde sighed good-naturedly. “That’s the Logan Curse right there.”

Phee pouted, then opened her cookie. She grinned, scrunching up her nose all cute-like.

“What’s it say?”

“The love of your life is right in front of your eyes," she said.

“No, it don’t–”

She turned the slip towards me and sure enough, that’s what it said. Clyde’s face felt hot. If his siblings were there, they’d probably tease him for how red it was right then. As it was, Phee only tilted her head and scootched closer to him.

“Aren’t I lucky?”

Clyde nodded and then Phee was pressing her soft lips on his. It was the sweetest kiss he’d ever had. He melted into her, wrapped his right arm around her shoulder to bring her closer, and placed his left hand on her cheek. She made a soft sound, a sweet little sigh, against his lips before gripping his shirt and pulling him closer. They kissed for a while in the dark parking lot. The whole ride back, Phee rested her hand on his thigh. It was a miracle that he didn’t crash. When he got back to Jimmy and Sylvie’s place, Phee gave him another kiss before telling him goodnight.

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Their next dates were much less formal. Since Clyde was typically working in the evenings, they would often have lunch together during the week or go out on Sundays. He liked going on walks with Phee, holding her hand in his, but since she was so thin and got so cold easily, they stayed in most of the time. Phee started coming into the Duck Tape and kept him company for more of his shifts. One evening, when Clyde was going to drop Phee off, she reached over and placed a hand on his arm.

“Can I come over tonight?” she asked in a quiet voice, sounding a bit unsure of herself. “We don’t have to do anything; I just didn’t want my time with you to end…”

Normally, Clyde would collapse in bed and pass out after work, but hearing Phee ask to come over made him feel like he just chugged a whole carafe of coffee. He found himself agreeing and taking her home. He tried not to seem too eager, but the bouncing legs probably gave him away. Phee just giggled and placed a small, warm hand on his thigh. Clyde just about melted.

Right when Clyde locked his front door, Phee led him by the hand to the couch. He sat back and Phee kneeled next to him and helped him take off his prosthetic hand. He said he had no trouble taking it off himself, but Phee kissed his cheek and said she wanted to help him. The feeling of her soft hands on his stump made him shiver. And then her lithe fingers were creeping across his shirt and began unbuttoning it. With his right arm, he pulled her over his lap so she straddled him. She kissed him. He wished he wasn’t wearing an undershirt so he could feel her roaming hands.

Phee’s mouth was warm and wet and soft. He explored it with her tongue. She squirmed over him. The friction of her jeans on his made him groan. His cock pulsed with every soft sigh she gave him. She broke away and leaned back slightly, exposing the pale column of her neck. Clyde dove in and began kissing and sucking her porcelain skin.

“Clyde,” she whimpered.

He ran his hand up her back and enjoyed the feeling of the curve of her back, the arch of her neck.

“Clyde,” she said again. “Can I get more comfortable?”

“Course darlin’,” he gave her shoulder a nip before she pushed his shoulders gently. The noise that came out of him was kind of pathetic, a bit like a wounded animal. Phee smiled sympathetically before standing up in front of him. Then she unbuttoned and peeled off her jeans. Clyde gaped at the legs, the thighs, the hips that were suddenly in front of him. Her panties were pink with little cherries.

“Fuck. Cherry,” he said as he tugged her forward by her waist. He ran his thumb over the hollow under her hip bone in admiration. He looked up and Phee looked all bashful with rosy cheeks. Clyde leaned back and gently guided her onto his lap again. “Remember, we don’t got to do anything, little cherry.”

Phee whispered a yes before leaning in for more kissing. She guided Clyde’s hand to her ass and he grabbed it firmly. She whimpered into his mouth and squirmed on his lap. Her grinding made his balls ache, and he bucked his hips into her. They made out until his mouth was sore and her mouth was red from his facial hair. She let out a cute yawn.

“C’mon sweetheart,” Clyde managed to say. “Let’s get to bed.”

Phee grumbled but let herself be led to the bathroom, where she borrowed his toothbrush and one of his shirts. She burrowed under his covers while he took care of himself in the bathroom. Clyde ran the water while he jacked himself off into the toilet, worried that she would hear and be intimidated. He was sure that he’d never come that fast in his life before. She was nearly asleep by the time he joined her in the bed. Phee mumbled something indistinguishable, cuddled up to him, and hooked a leg and arm around him. He slept like a rock that night.

After that night, Phee spent more time at his home than at Jimmy and Sylvie’s. When Jimmy said as much one night at the Duck Tape, Sylvie remarked that maybe Phee should move in with him. Clyde couldn’t figure out what face Phee was making and didn’t know if she was uncomfortable with the idea. Jimmy and Sylvie left the bar, leaving him alone with Phee and giving them both a wink.

“Sorry if they made you uncomfortable,” Clyde finally said.

“They didn’t,” she replied. “It might be a good idea… if you didn’t mind.”

Of course, he didn’t mind. He told her just that, and he must have been so emphatic that she laughed. She said that it probably wouldn’t take long, and Clyde considered how true that statement was. She had a set of toiletries in his bathroom, a designated drawer for her clothes in his closet, and soy milk for her tea in his fridge. Honestly, at this point, staying at Jimmy and Sylvie’s was just a formality. So over the next couple of days, she just brought over all her things and Clyde helped her put them away. He felt pleased when her books were standing up next to his on the bookshelf. Stepping behind her, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on the top of her head. She reached up and turned around to pull him down for a kiss on the lips.

“I was hoping we could celebrate,” she said in a low voice.

“Mmm, what’d you want to do, little cherry?”

She gave him a mischievous smile before twirling and skipping towards the bedroom. He followed; his footsteps much heavier than hers. She bent over and from a plastic bag on her side of the bed, she pulled out a box and placed it in his hand. His mouth felt dry. It was a value pack of condoms. He looked up at her. She was biting her lip and had an eyebrow raised at him. Suddenly they were scrambling at each other, unbuttoning and pulling each other’s clothes off.

She was wearing red, lacy panties. She was planning on this and that made him rock hard. He pushed her back on the bed and kissed down her soft tummy, down her squirming hips until he was at her warm heat. Clyde could smell the fragrant lotion she used and the musky smell of her pussy through the thin cotton. He mouthed at her while settling her legs on his shoulders. Phee whined and moaned out his name. With his right hand, he slid the crotch of the panties to the side. He admired her pretty, pink pussy and the light red curls surrounding it. He gave it a lick.

“Little cherry, play with your tits would ya?” Clyde said before diving back in. She jolted against him at the first lick, but soon, as he went down on her she was grinding her pussy into his face. He looked up. She was quite the sight: red lace bralette pushed down, one hand rubbing and plucking her pale pink nipples, one hand gripping his hair. He moaned into her wet pussy, enjoying the salty, tart taste of her. He tried to follow her cues, tapping her clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, and pushing his tongue as deep as it could go into her pussy.

When she started whining in earnest, he pushed one of his fingers into her pussy. She keened. He rubbed her pussy with a ‘come hither’ movement like he read about in those romance books. It was obvious when she came. She tightened almost painfully around his finger and threw back her head and practically screamed.

As she panted heavily, Clyde kneeled over her. She sat up and helped him remove her bralette and panties. His cock was almost painfully hard as he slipped a condom on. He tried to be gentle as he pushed himself into her pussy. Even through the latex, she felt incredible. Molten heat. When he was halfway in, she whimpered.

“Alright?” he asked as he paused.

“It just…” she gasped out, “… feels so good.”

Clyde groaned and pushed in further. Her pussy gripped him. She wrapped her legs around him. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. Think about football or something. He tried to go slow, knowing that if he thrust too quickly it would be over. He didn’t want it to end. Fuck. Phee’s fingers were in his hair. She pulled his face to his. They were kissing sloppily. Her mouth was hot. Like her pussy. Fuck. Her next moan had him cumming.

“Fuck,” he groaned. She pulled him down for a kiss while he was still inside her. His cock gave a weak twitch.

Clyde sat up and slipped off the filled condom. With an alluring flush across her face and down her chest, Phee looked as sweaty as he felt. He started trying to tie the condom with one hand – hadn’t needed to do it since he lost his arm – when Phee took care of it for him. He gave her a sheepish smile and she kissed him on the cheek before going to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before they were cuddling in bed again. Phee laid over him, her soft curves flush against his, and kissed and licked his neck.

“Cherry, you’re gonna have to wait a little bit if you want anything else to happen.”

“I just like how you taste...”

He shivered and pulled her tighter. Fuck. What a woman.

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Clyde was sure he would never get used to this. Phee looked like a goddess with her messy red hair glowing in the morning dawn’s rays, her head thrown back in pleasure as she rode his cock. He accidentally woke Phee up with his morning wood, grinding it against her plush ass. She turned around and pushed him into the bed. He briefly thought he upset her until she pushed down his boxers so she could slip a condom on his cock and slip his cock into her soaking pussy. Clumsily, he tried to rub her clit in the way that she liked. He probably wasn’t doing his best, but she still whimpered his name and clutched his pecs.

“Cherry, I’m gonna cum soon,” he rumbled out, his voice still hoarse from waking up. She whimpered and rocked her hips forward to grind against his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’m close too.” Her voice was strained and made him twitch inside her. After a couple more circles of his thumb, he could feel her tighten around him. Her pussy gripped him so hard, so tightly that he couldn’t help but cum when she did. Clyde emptied himself into the condom with a groan. She kissed him.

“Good morning, darlin’,” Clyde said weakly.

“Morning,” Phee said with a smile. Much more awake than he was, Phee threw away the condom and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After giving himself a couple of minutes, Clyde followed suit to drive her to the library. She had settled herself into his home so well, it was almost like they knew each other for years.

Later that afternoon, while he was shooting the shit with Jimmy at the Duck Tape, Joe Bang stomped into the bar. He wasn’t mad. That’s just how Joe walked. Clyde nodded his head in welcome and Jimmy raised his beer. Joe leaned against the bar.

“Mellie said I should hang out with y’all more,” he drawled.

“Sounds like she kicked you out for girls’ night,” Jimmy chuckled. Before Joe could make a snarky remark, Clyde had set down a Bud Light on the counter in front of him. Joe raised it in a ‘cheer’ before taking a swig.

“By the way, boys, what’re y’all doin’ for Valentine’s Day?” Joe asked. “I need ideas.”

Clyde grimaced, making Joe bark out in laughter and Jimmy lean forward to pat his shoulder roughly in sympathy. Valentine’s Day was only about a week out, so he really should figure that out. Clyde tried to think about what he could do. There weren’t any movies that they wanted to see. There weren’t many restaurants nearby, and he didn’t know if he could get a reservation. That’s what they did, right? For fancy holidays and such? Even if he could, he didn’t want to spend time with Phee surrounded by a bunch of folks. He wanted to keep her all to himself.

“Clyde,” Jimmy said, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Just make her dinner. That’s what Sylvie and I are doing. She’ll be impressed with anything you make, trust me.”

“Y’all think Mellie likes Frito pie?” Joe mused. Jimmy punched his arm.

Later that evening, while Phee was still at Mellie’s for girls’ night, Clyde found himself pulling out Mama’s recipe box. Most of Clyde’s favorite foods were in it, even if he didn’t make them much. Clyde figured that he could probably make some decent roast in the crock pot. He turned to the dessert section and found the perfect thing to make Phee for Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Cherry Cream Pie

1 cup granulated sugar

1/3 cup chopped maraschino cherries

1/4 cup cornstarch

1/3 cup maraschino cherry juice

2 large eggs

1/2 cup whipped cream

2 cups whole milk

9-inch pie crust, blind baked

 

1. Prepare the pie shell in 9-inch pie plate.
2. Combine sugar, cornstarch, eggs, milk, and cherry juice in a pot; heat with continuous whisking over medium heat until boiling.
3. Add chopped cherries when mixture has reached custard consistency; pour into pie shell; allow to cool completely
4. Whip heavy cream, sugar, and vanilla. Cover custard with cream.

Was it a little on the nose? Perhaps. But Clyde liked teasing his little cherry and he liked cream pie. Of course, he would have to make sure Phee would be alright with the plan for Valentine’s Day. The next day, as the two of them cuddled on the couch, reading, Clyde set down his book and decided to then ask what she thought.

“So, I was thinking of making dinner for Valentine’s Day,” he said.

Phee looked up at him and said, “Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

“No, I want to. What do you feel about a roast?”

“That sounds wonderful.” She looked so adorable. He leaned in and kissed her.

“And then afterward, how about I make you a cream pie?” he said in a lower voice. Phee bit her lip and her face flushed a charming cherry red. He kissed her again. She gripped his hair and tugged him closer.

“Please,” she whispered. Clyde knew they were in the middle of talking about Valentine’s Day plans, but she was so cute and so soft and so willing that he just deepened the kiss and made out with her right there on the couch.

Valentine’s Day came and Clyde was excited and nervous for Phee to taste his cooking. He knew that he made a mean cocktail but cooking and bartending weren’t the same thing. It was a weekday and Phee was at the library while Clyde made their dinner. The pie was in the fridge and the roast was done by the time he got to pick Phee up. As soon as Phee got home, she hurried to the bedroom, locking him out.

“Just- I’m getting ready, all right?” she called out through the door.

Well. All right then. Clyde tried to keep himself busy and not wait at the door like a sad puppy. He made their plates and set everything up. He was straightening the candles on the table for probably the tenth time when Phee finally stepped out. Clyde could feel his jaw drop. She was wearing a new dress that made her look like a princess. When he said as much, she giggled and shook her head. Clyde took her hand and guided her into a twirl for him. He whistled and she laughed. Dinner was alright – Phee said she enjoyed it, but he knew his Mama would’ve done better. But that was fine because he was still feeding the most gorgeous girl in the world.

“Here, let me take the plates,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead. He had a pep in his step as he put the dishes in the sink and pulled out the cream pie. He was nearly skipping as he walked back to the dining room. It was a good thing that he kept a firm grip on the pie plate, though, because he nearly dropped it when he saw Phee.

Phee was sitting on the couch, posed seductively, wearing lacy lingerie.

Then she saw the pie in his hand, and she gasped. She quickly grabbed the throw blanket and covered herself.

“Oh my- oh you meant pie pie,” she stuttered out.

“Wha- pie pie?” Clyde’s mouth felt dry.

“I thought, well when you said cream pie, I thought you were- I’m so sorry,” Phee said as she wrung her hands. Clyde set down the pie and took the few steps to the couch. He wrapped his hand behind her neck and kissed her soundly.

“Cherry, did you want me to cum in your sweet pussy?” he asked.

“Please,” she replied. He gave her another kiss before pulling away. He grumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt, his sexual frustration making him a little clumsy. Soon enough, smaller hands were helping him unbutton and zip down his jeans, helping him get undressed. Clyde practically jumped on Phee. He was immediately hard. He’d never fucked her raw before. Anyone really. But she was the only one he wanted to. And there she was. He ripped her panties down and pressed his fingers to her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned into her neck before giving it a nip.

“Don’t- please just fuck me.”

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna last. You’re not gonna cum.”

Phee whined and bucked her hips. “I don’t care. Please please please...”

He kissed her roughly. Then, with shaking hands, Clyde gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy. Slowly, he thrust into her. The feeling of fucking her without anything in between them was unreal. He tried to go slow but each roll of his hips was jerky. He paused.

“Can I turn you around, cherry? I wanna see-”

“Yes yes yes,” she spoke over him. They maneuvered so that she was leaning against the armrest with her ass in the air. Clyde squeezed his cock as he appreciated her shapely ass before entering her again.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he grunted after a couple of thrusts. He could feel it when she started rubbing her clit. The pulsing muscles gripped his cock as he fucked her. As his hips slapped her ass, it bounced. He couldn’t decide if it was cute or hot. Phee was whimpering and squirming so he grabbed her hip with his right hand.

“Cherry,” Clyde groaned. “You’re not on birth control are you?”

Phee emphatically shook her head and muttered no and not to stop.

“Fuck- you’re gonna make me a daddy huh?”

“Yes yes please Clyde,” she moaned. “Please, Daddy.”

He came. Harder than he probably ever had. He leaned back, his cock still in her, and he could see his cum leaking out. Phee was still and breathing heavily.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart,” he said between gasps for breath. She started rubbing her clit again and keened. He was overstimulated but fuck he wanted Phee to cum on his cock. After a few swipes of her fingers, she did, squeezing so tightly that she pushed him out. He chuckled and palmed her ass. They stayed there for a few minutes before Clyde got towels to wipe her clean.

“You want some pie, cherry?” Clyde asked Phee as the two cuddled on the couch, dressed in their sleeping clothes. Phee covered her face in embarrassment, and he got up and cut them each a slice.

“I didn’t know cream pies were… actual pies,” she muttered.

“You dirty little thing,” Clyde laughed and kissed her to her temple. “Well, I hope you like this. Made with cherries for my cherry.”

Phee took a bite and hummed in delight. Turned out she enjoyed both cream pies.