by Lulu Pratt
I muffle a scream as an even more powerful orgasm rips through me with such force, I fall out of my precarious position. I have to scramble to keep from falling over.
My laptop falls to the floor and the coffee mug falls onto it, smashing. I worry about the noise and if Knox heard it. Only then do I realize my head is smushed up against the window screen, and Knox is staring straight at me.
As fast as my still climaxing body can move, I slink down from the open window, off my desk and onto the floor.
Once the last ripples subside, I bury my hands in my face. As if the laptop incident wasn’t bad enough. I really hope I managed to dampen that scream. And all those moans. He’s only actually about ten feet away and what the hell was I thinking with the open windows.
Idiot.
Knox
I adjust my stiff cock in my jeans. Fuck me. There’s no doubt that was just Avery’s come face smushed up against her window screen. She’s going to have lines in her cheeks from it.
Not that she noticed at the time.
I don’t know what kind of sex toy that was, but it sure as fuck was loud.
Her moaning and screaming was better than I even imagined. The back of my neck is prickling at the memory of them.
But what the fuck was she doing, with her head up against her window? Making those noises. Doesn’t she know how close I am to her open window? It’s like she was up there just to call my cock into action.
Unless. No.
I put my t-shirt on and stick my head back under the hood of the ’58 Corvette that I’m working on. I brought it here from our main garage yesterday, where Marcus repaired the ripped upholstery in the seats. It’s almost ready, and I can do everything else that needs to be done here.
My cock doesn’t get the hint from my brain that this is work time, and that it needs to go down. Avery isn’t an option anyway.
No matter how hard she makes me.
I ignore the pain in my pants and force myself to focus on the car.
When it’s six, I head inside. There’s still enough chili for tonight, our third night in a row eating it. At some point in my life, I’m going to buy some plastic containers so I can freeze the leftovers and we don’t have to eat the same one-pot wonder night after night.
“Supper!” I call to Piper as I set everything on the table.
She appears, turns up her nose and whines, “Again?”
“Don’t worry, it’s gone now.”
“Can we order pizza tomorrow? Please?”
“Sure thing.” Saves me cooking on the weekend.
“It’s my shopping trip tomorrow, don’t forget. I need money, too. Like you said I could have.”
“Sure.”
I’d pushed it from my mind. Somehow the topic of me not being enough for my daughter wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on.
Piper swallows her food, and says, “Hey, can Avery come for pizza too?”
“No,” I snap without hesitation.
“But, Dad, why? It would be fun. And you’d love her, I know you would.”
Because I’d end up nailing her against the wall to coax those sounds she made earlier from her throat. I know I could do better than whatever sex toy she has to use.
“Because I said so.”
She takes another mouthful of food, and glares at me while she chews. I try my best to ignore her.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that you’re okay with sending me off to the mall with someone you don’t even know?”
“I do know her, she lives next door.”
“You know where she lives, that isn’t the same as knowing her.”
“Close enough.”
“Is it really? What if she’s an ax murderer and I’m too young and naive to see it?”
“Avery’s not an ax murderer.” Though she is a little weird. And is all over the internet talking about sex. And masturbates with her head against her window.
Maybe Piper is right. I should know Avery better before letting Piper go off with her on a shopping trip.
“Tell you what, go next door and tell Avery to come over here now for dessert.”
“Now?” she exclaims, jumping from her chair.
“Yes, now.”
“Dessert! Really?”
“Sure.”
“Do we have any? We never eat dessert.”
“I’ll find something. Go get her while I load the dishwasher.”
Piper runs out the front door, and I stack all the dishes into the dishwasher. I open the cupboard, looking for some sort of dessert, but there are only bags of chips and chocolate chip cookies.
Maybe there’s ice cream. I dig around in the freezer and find a tub of vanilla, but when I open the container it’s mostly empty and what’s left is covered in freezer burn.
Chocolate chip cookies will have to do.
While I wait for them, I crack open another beer and take a seat on the denim couch.
Piper’s been over there a while, and I start to wonder if Avery will come at all. Though I know how persuasive Piper is.
I finish off my beer and stand to get another when Piper comes bounding into the house, dragging Avery by the hand.
“Hey,” I say, nodding at Avery. I have to look away, to clear my mind of the image of her face pressed up against the window. If I don’t clear it now, I’ll have to leave the room and hide in my bedroom, because there’s no way I’ll be able to have a conversation with her.
“What’s for dessert?” Piper says, bouncing into the kitchen.
“Chocolate chip cookies.”
Her face falls, “That’s it?”
“For you, yes.” I turn to Avery, she’s stifling a laugh. “Beer?” I ask.
“Sounds nice,” she says, her voice somehow even sexier than before.
Piper takes the entire package of cookies and says “Come on, Avery. Let’s sit down.”
I follow the two of them down into the living room, trying to keep my eyes off the sway of Avery’s ass as she walks in front of me.
Piper sits on the couch, and Avery sits beside her. I sit on the armchair, near Piper’s end of the couch.
Piper sits on her knees sideways on the couch, facing Avery with her back to me. Avery twists in her seat, and I have a full frontal view of her.
She’s wearing khaki shorts and a loose-fitting pink top that seems to emphasis her tits. I take a sip of my beer to force my eyes from her. When I come up for air, I rest the can on my knee and stare at it.
They talk to each other while I listen, my eyes fixed on my beer. Once I get used to hearing so much of Avery’s voice, my dick settles down and I’m able to hear what they’re actually saying.
I can’t believe how Avery plays right along with all Piper’s would you rather questions, and always has another one ready to give to Piper. They seem to have some sort of connection.
The longer I sit here and listen to them, the more grateful I am for Avery taking Piper shopping. Maybe it’s time for me to acknowledge I can’t do the girly shit after all. And God knows it’s only going to get harder and more serious than buying bras.
It was a good piece of luck, Avery moving in next door. For Piper’s sake.
“What about you, Knox? You’re being awfully quiet,” Avery says.
“Huh?”
“Would you rather have x-ray vision or be able to read minds?” Piper asks.
I raise my eyes to them and exhale through my mouth.
“Easy, x-ray vision,” I say. If I had x-ray vision I could see straight through that pink top Avery’s wearing.
“Okay, your turn to ask a question,” Piper says.
“It is? Fine. Avery, you sure have some hardcore power tools over there. What are you doing with them?”
“I, uh, I…” she says, her face redder than a Ferrari.
“Unless you’re working on a small outboard engine. In which case, I can help you with it.”
“Yeah, my dad’s real good at fixing engines,” Piper says.
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p; “Even if it doesn’t need fixing, engines can always use a service,” I say.
“It’s a drill, I was hanging pictures. Decorating the new house, you know.”
“Well if you ever need help with drilling, just come ask. I’d be more than happy to help you out. Though I don’t normally use power tools to hang a picture. I find a good old-fashioned hammering to nail them to the wall most satisfying.”
Avery
I want to die. Is it possible to run out of their house, get in my car and never set foot in this town again?
There’s no way he wasn’t referring to the Xtreme Buzz, is there? Please tell me he didn’t see me. He couldn’t, the angle was too low, at least until my body started contorting and writhing involuntarily.
I need a hole to crawl into right now. Or the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
Ugh, and he offered to come drill me. And nail me. No, no, no. Even if he is hot, sitting there in his tight t-shirt, showing off his powerful arms.
I wonder what he’s like in bed.
“I never see anyone visit you. Got a boyfriend?” Knox asks.
“No, Dad, Avery doesn’t have a boyfriend. She broke up with hers six months ago, and that’s why she moved here,” Piper says.
“Thanks, Piper. I think Avery can speak for herself,” Knox says.
“Piper’s doing a great job, aren’t you?” I say to her. She can answer his questions while I slink away.
“I’m just trying to get to know my new neighbor, is all,” Knox says.
Funny, he didn’t want to get to know me when I brought the beers over and said I wanted to get to know him. He obviously knows what I was doing earlier, and sees this as an opportunity for convenient sex. Figures.
“There’s not much to tell, really. This is my first house, I bought it with an advance on my book, and I like chocolate.”
“That’s everything?” Knox asks.
“That’s the main stuff.”
“What are the pictures of?”
“What pictures?”
“The ones you were hanging. With your drill.”
My cheeks flush all over again. I walked straight into that.
“Nothing exciting, flowers in fields and stuff.”
“That’s disappointing,” Knox says, smirking.
He leans forward in his chair, and sets his beer can on the worn coffee table. When he rights himself, he’s got some serious man spread going on. Like he’s trying to tell me his dick is so big he has to sit with his legs wide apart to accommodate it.
Or maybe he wants me to look at it. I refuse to let me eyes go there.
“You know, in college I once did a study on body language, and how to tell if a guy likes a particular girl.” It’s my feeble attempt to get back at him.
“What kind of course were you taking where you had to do a study like that?”
“Behavioral studies.” I leave out the in a sexual context part. I took the single class when I started vlogging, so I’d at least sound a little bit credible.
Knox grunts.
I sigh.
“Anyway, it’s been nice but it’s late, and I have some work to do in the morning before we go shopping,” I say, standing.
Piper jumps up and gives me a hug. “I can’t wait,” she says.
“We’re going to have a blast,” I say, hugging her back.
Knox doesn’t move from his position. Most people would get up and see their guest to the door, not him, apparently.
“Thanks for the beer,” I say.
He grunts.
“Okay then.” I walk towards the front door.
“Hey Avery,” Knox says, stopping me in my tracks.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for taking Piper shopping.” He locks his eyes on mine, and a pool of heat forms in my core.
“It’s my pleasure,” I say, and flee out the house before I do something stupid, like ask him to help me hang some pictures.
*
It’s morning, and I need to shoot a video before I take Piper shopping.
This one is called Don’t be Annoying.
“My ex always used to make this noise that sounded like a worn-out squeeze toy. He didn’t do it when he was close to orgasm, that would’ve been understandable. No. He would do it when he wanted some. Like the noise was going to somehow get me in the mood. It didn’t. Ever.”
My rant about Nathan continues. “Admittedly, I never had the guts to come out and tell him to stop with his stupid noise, but, trust me, guys, I hinted at it plenty. But he never took the hint. So here’s where today’s tip comes in. Pay attention to your lover. If you do something and they wince, you probably shouldn’t do it again. But if you do, and they wince again, you definitely shouldn’t do it again. Remember, always pleasure your partner, and they’ll pleasure you.”
Instead of turning off the webcam, I vent all of my sexual frustration. I can edit it out later. Right now it just feels good to say it out loud.
Why did it take me so long to leave Nathan? I curse myself every day for staying with him for so many years. It’s four years of my life I’ll never get back. I could’ve found someone else, and been happy.
And had lots of amazing sex and I wouldn’t be an internet fraud, the way I am now.
Piper and I are going out at one. I need to eat lunch first, but a thought hits me. I quickly change my shirt so I’m not wearing the same clothes as the Don’t be Annoying video, and hit record.
“I know my pages are generally aimed at couples in relationships, but today I want to talk about casual sex. Because we all can’t be in a relationship all the time, can we? And we have needs. Needs that sometimes just can’t be fulfilled on our own, no matter how powerful our toys. So what do we do? Suppress those urges? Or find someone to scratch them? Say someone you’d never, ever be interested in a relationship with, because they’re a jerk or whatever. I’d be interested in hearing your opinions on this issue, just comment on this video and maybe we can get a good discussion going.”
I hope my viewers can tell me what to do, I need their help, for once.
“Do we find someone we know we could and would never, ever have a real relationship with, but that we find really sexy? Or do we only find them in our minds and fantasies and stay solo until another real relationship starts?”
I spend the rest of the morning editing it. Fueled by the anger I felt while videoing it, I bump my originally planned video to next week and post my Nathan bitchfest Don’t be Annoying. After a moment, I publish the second as well. I call it F*ck Buddies.
The doorbell rings, and I realize it’s one o’clock and I still haven’t eaten. I head downstairs, and let Piper in.
“Hey, Piper. Have you eaten? I haven’t had time yet, I’m just going to grab a quick sandwich.”
“No problem. Sorry we didn’t have any dessert last night.”
I laugh, “That doesn’t matter, it was fun hanging out with you guys.”
“My dad really likes you.”
“He does? He barely said anything.”
“He never talks much. He likes to listen.”
Maybe that’s why Piper talks so much, since he doesn’t someone had to.
“Is he like that with everyone?”
She shrugs, “Don’t know. I think so. But he agrees with me that you’re really pretty and beautiful and funny.”
I laugh, why is she saying this? Is this part of his attempt to drill me? Was he serious when he said that? When he first said it I thought he was serious, but this morning I wondered if he was joking and decided it was all an attempt to embarrass me more after the Xtreme Buzz thing.
Which reminds me, I must never talk to him again. Or even see him. And I definitely can’t let him see me. Which will be tricky, since I live next to him and seem to spend a lot of time hanging out with his daughter, but I’ll figure out a way.
“What’s your favorite pizza?”
“Meat Lovers,” I say. I’m getting used to her quick changes of top
ics.
“We’re going to order pizza tonight. You’re coming, right?”
I try to keep my face from looking too horrified while I think of an excuse not to go.
“I’m really sorry, but I have some work I have to get done for tomorrow.”
“But it’s Sunday tomorrow.”
“It’s not fair, is it? But you know editors.”
“That’s so cool. I can’t believe I’m living next to a real, live author.”
How long can I keep this writing-a-book facade up?
“You know what, I’m good with eating a banana in the car. Ready to shop till you drop?” Because the faster we get out of here, the less chance there is of him seeing me.
Knox
Piper insists on Avery coming here for pizza after their shopping trip. Fine by me, I enjoy toying with her.
Though if I’m not careful, I won’t be able to control my cock, and I’ll end up with her bent over my kitchen counter. Actually, forget that. I want her on her back so I can hear her sex kitten voice as I make her purr.
I figure I may as well get some work done while Piper’s out, and head into my garage to work some more on the blue Corvette. As I’m bent over the car, I can’t help hearing the echoes of Avery’s voice as she moaned out the window that day.
Standing, I turn to look up at her window and remember the look on her face. If that’s what I do to her when I’m standing ten feet away, I’d love to see what she does when she’s in my arms.
My mind runs wild with all sorts of possibilities for her. The ideas are endless.
Except one thought hits me. Piper.
The day it became clear that Piper was my responsibility to raise, I promised her I wouldn’t expose her to a string of girls. That I’d give her as stable an environment to grow up in as a twenty-two-year old was capable of providing.
Thirteen years later, I haven’t broken my word to her. There’s no way I can fuck that up now.
Still, my mind wanders to the swell of Avery’s tits under that top she had on last night. I can’t help wondering what she looks like naked. I tell myself she’s nowhere near as good as I’m imagining, and that this whole thing is getting out of control.
I need to get my dick in line. This is what happens when you don’t get regular sex. I haven’t fucked anyone since Mrs Coupland moved. That’s what this is, is all. A serious case of blue balls.