Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 11

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Back at home, I couldnt stop thinking about that day in the forbidden part of Springfield. I couldnt get the image of Mr. Smithers and that guy together out of my mind. And I had felt guilty enough about thinking sexually of me and Mr. Smithers. But two guys? I didnt even want to know what Ned Flanders would think of my thoughts now.

I buried my head in the comforting softness of my pillows as I curled into a fetal position on my bed. Mr. Smithers cant be gay; he just cant be. Maybe he was just experimenting with that guy. And that is actually very laudable and plausible too! Yeah, that must be it. Or maybe hes bisexual. He must be bisexual. He was married. He must have been attracted to that woman at some point

I almost had consoled myself with these thoughts, but then I remembered the other half of Mrs. Smithers odd comment: Youre going for the younger set now. I closed my eyes and cringed. Could Mr. Smithers possibly be gay and in love with Mr. Burns? No. No, that wasnt possiblewas it?

I decided I could not handle any more uncertainty in regards to Mr. Smithers, so accompanied by my recently attained friends–Insolence, Nosiness, and Stupidity–I strode out of my room, down the stairwell, out the door, and to Mr. Smithers house a block away. I knocked on the large oak door, and Mr. Smithers answered almost instantaneously. He looked especially handsome, out of his customary work garments and clad in a casual, forest green tee-shirt that exposed his usually secreted, athletic form.

Yes? he asked before looking down and seeing me. He then smiled. Well, hello, Miss Simpson. What are you doing here?

UmI was actually just on my way somewhere and I was wondering if I could use your bathroom. Heh, I said stupidly.

Mr. Smithers nodded. Of course, you can. Come on in.

I followed my crush into his house and took my first glance around the place. He had beautifully decorated it, as he did the ballroom where we shared our dance. My stomach hurt with impending heartbreak at the memory. I saw pictures of his parents, friends, and ex-wife stacked on shelves around the family room, but the most abundant pictures were those of him and Mr. Burns. I grew more anxious by the moment.

Mr. Smithers sat down on a deep purple-hued, velvet couch and opened a long, thick novel. The bathroom is down the hallway, third door to the right, he told me with a smile. I smiled back frailly and watched him for a few seconds as he read. Then an image of Mr. Smithers and the man we met in gay Springfield making out on that very couch invaded my head and then the man turned into Mr. Burns and I almost screamed. But instead, I just took a deep breath and tried to find the bathroom.

After stalling in the bathroom for a minute or two, I meandered back out into the family room, where Mr. Smithers looked completely focused on his reading, his brow furrowed, his eyes rapidly following the words on the page as one line ended and the other began. I didnt want to disturb this beautiful state, one I was well familiar with, but I knew what I came here to do.

UmMr. Smithers?

Mr. Smithers looked up, surprised, drawn out of his trance. Oh. Yes, Miss Simpson? Did you find the bathroom all right?

Um, yes. Thank you. Uh I looked around me, losing my courage quickly as he stared at me. Then I noticed across the room was a gargantuan Malibu Stacy collection, and this honestly took me aback. Mr. Smithers, you have quite the collection of Malibu Stacy dolls! Ive never seen anything like it!

Mr. Smithers looked over at his collection and grinned. Youre a fan too? He put his book down and led me over to get a closer look.

Oh, am I! I exclaimed, my eyes unblinking as they gazed over each doll. Oh, is that the new Alexa model?! Ive been searching everywhere for her! Shes so exclusive!

Yes, thats her. I was the first one to get my hands on her, Mr. Smithers said proudly. He then looked at me with a bit of apprehension. I dont usually do this, butwould you like to play with her?

I beamed. I would love that! Thank you, Mr. Smithers!

No hay de que, he replied with a chuckle, as he opened his glass cabinet and gingerly handed me the doll. I stared at her gorgeous, smiling face and wished I could share the expression. But instead, I looked up at Mr. Smithers with a disheartened countenance. I hesitated and then just asked: Mr. Smithers, are you gay?