Living in the Spider’s Web
By DX


Copyrighted, 11/2026, all rights reserved.



 “Would you like a blow-job?”

 Her name was Ceinwen, although everyone called her Ren.  She was bright, bubbly, petite and curvy, with crab-apple cheeks, a tasty pug nose and full, strong lips.  Her auburn hair flowed like boiling chocolate, and she kept it under control with a vibrant silk scarf.  She often wore flannel and dungaree overalls which could not hide her callipygous hips.  Her breasts were offered up like a serving tray, and she often stored things in the valley of her cleavage.
 Her energy, her beauty, was radiant.
 She often declared she was a dwarf Amazon, and on Halloween dressed the part of a stalwart viking shield maiden.
 Tumbling into her passion was easy.
 She was, to my knowledge, and based on the rainbow decals on her pick up truck, a lesbian, which made her standing at my door on a cool November Saturday afternoon offering me a blow-job rather out of character.  
 As a widower with many more rotations around the sun, anyone offering me a blow job under any circumstances was notably strange.
 Which is why I stared at her, my face blank.
 I didn’t know her that well.  She was Karen’s friend.  Karen had rented my house next door until she scored a major promotion and moved to Walla Walla.  Ren was that friend you called to help drag out a stump, move a couch, or fix a leaky pipe.  Although she was small, she was strong and fearless.
 But Karen was gone, and I figured I would never see Ren again.
 Unable to respond, I only continued to stare.
 Her smile faltered as she became sheepish, and her cheeks flared with blush.  “Uh, sorry… I uh, know that’s… uh, can I come in?”
 Slowly, slowly, my brain re-started and began to work again.  “Oh!  Yes!  Of course!  It’s cold out there!”  I stepped back.  “Please!”
 She nodded and stepped in, slipping off her back-pack.  “Ah!  I see you have the stove going!”  She moved over to fireplace, set down her pack, and let her hands bathe in the radiating heat.  She had strong hands from working a maul to split logs.  Earlier this year she had come and stacked wood for Karen’s stove, then dropped off and stacked a half-cord under my eaves because she couldn’t fit any more at Karen’s.  I had offered to pay, but she refused emphatically.
 Now she reaped the benefit of her firewood.  “It’s a might nipply out side.”  She said, warming up.
 I eyed her pack, wondering if she was looking to rent Karen’s vacated place.  Maybe that was it?  She needed a new place.  I don’t know how I heard, blow-job.
 Still not knowing what was going on, I decided I had mis-heard her in my typical male horny way and she had offered something else, what, I was not sure, but she didn’t say, blow-job.  Maybe she had said she was looking for a job.  She was handy with tools and I had many chores needing doing.
 I chose to be a proper host.  “Tea?  Hot chocolate?”  I offered.
 Her lovely face brightened.  “Oh!  Yes, please!  That would be nice before we get started.  Do you have anything decaffeinated?”
 Her caramel eyes of late autumn would distract any man, let alone a lonely widower who lived by himself at the end of a long private drive.
 “Moroccan mint with hunny?”  I offered.
 Her eyes widened.  “Oooh, that sounds lovely, thank you.”  She shouldered out of her jacket and shoved her hat into her sleeve.  Draping her jacket over her pack, she took in the place.  “You have a cozy, lovely cottage.”  She said.  “Very private.”
 “Well, it’s just me,”  I called back from the kitchen, starting the kettle and getting cups.  “I don’t need much.  It’s why I rent out the main house and live here.”
 “Cool.”  She said with a nod.  “So, we can do your blow-job here in the living room.”
 I watched her from the kitchen as my brain stalled again and ignored what she said.  She didn’t say blow-job.  She was beautiful, out going, skilled… and a lesbian.  She didn’t want to give a doting, frumpish old guy a blow-job.
 But my withered, neglected, old friend heard the magic words and stirred like a beast rousing from slumber.
 To save myself from silence, I made small talk.  “Have you heard from Karen?” 
 “Mmm, yes.”  Ren said, opening the stove and giving the fire a poke.  “Whoa, that’s hot.”  She tossed in a log and shut the door.  “Every day, in fact.”
 “She settling in alright?”
 “Eh, that was a bit of a disaster.  The apartment they promised her was suddenly unavailable.”
 “Oh, no!”
 “Yeah, not what you want when you move half-way across the country only to find where you’re supposed to live is, ‘Unavailable’.”  Her voice mocked the word.
 “Lemme guess,”  I filled the mugs with boiling water.  “what was available was a smaller, but more expensive apartment?”
 “Bingo.”
 I came out of the kitchen and set the mug on the coffee table.  “Let that steep for two minutes.”  I said, checking my watch.  “So, knowing Karen, I bet she chewed them a new one and they gave her a bigger apartment for less rent.”
 “You know Karen.”  She picked up her mug and breathed in the aroma.  “Oh, that is heavenly!”
 “One minute, thirty-seconds.”  I announced, motioning to the couch.  “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
 “Thank you.”  She sat, settling back.  “I love this couch!  Nothing beats leather.”  She ran her hand across it.  “This is quality.”
 As an unchaperoned man in the company of a woman he did not know, I sat on the far end of the couch.  “I’ve had this couch, oh… uh, thirty-five years.”  I said, stalling for time.
 “Wow!  It’s as old as me!”  She exclaimed.
 “Time!”  I announced, and sipped my tea.
 She blew on her tea and sipped.  “Mmmm, that is delicious!”  She sighed.  “That hits the spot on a cold day like this.”  She sipped, then looked out the bay window, bathing in the bright light.
 She wore no makeup, only the light scatter of freckles across her nose.  The steam rose from her mug and framed her face as she drank.
 “What a lovely view,”  She said looking out at the tree line.  “How far back does your property go?”
 “In that direction, ten acres.”  I announced, sipping my tea.
 “And the other?”
 “Fifty, the line is at the river.”
 “Fishing?”  She said hopefully.
 “Tilapia, catfish and trout.”
 She tensed up excitedly.  “Oh!  I love this place!”
 “So you’re looking to rent Karen’s space?”
 She looked askance.  “I didn’t think it was still available.  I thought it would be occupied already.”
 I sipped, shrugging.  “I’m selective to who I rent the house too.”  I then paused as my brain decided to nudge to life.  “Wait, if you’re not here to rent, then may I ask why are you here?”
 She looked at me curiously.  “To give you a blow-job?”  She stressed, a little surprised she had to repeat such a thing.
 My brain stalled out and tried to restart, but the battery was dying so it was laboring and coughing.  “Yes, you mentioned.”  I went to sip, but stopped.  “What?”
 Her smile was deep.  “I’m here to give you a blow-job.”

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