by Lulu Pratt
“How important is it to follow your dreams?”
I turn back to face her, and say, “It’s the most important thing a thirteen-year-old girl can do.”
“Really? So I should do whatever I can to make my dreams come true?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thanks. Good night.”
“See you later,” I say, and leave.
As soon as I shut my door, the rumble of Knox’s car comes down the street. My heart pounding, I go upstairs without turning the lights on.
It’s only seven thirty, so I hide away in my fake bedroom. At my desk, I scroll through all my new comments. There are a few new ones, fans telling me how much they appreciate my advice. One is from someone saying how much they like the unbreakable feather. One is under the annoying your partner video I made about Nathan’s stupid noises.
Hung like a Unicorn: u were more annoying than that, stupid bitch
I stare at the comment. It’s stupid and childish and I don’t feel threatened by it. But it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to realize Hung like a Donkey has taken the new name Hung like a Unicorn. If he makes any more, I’ll report him again.
I can’t bring myself to do any real work, instead I mess around on social media. Darla is also online and when she notices I’m online, she FaceTimes me.
“Hey, babe. Knox come around today?”
For a second I warm at the memory of this morning, but I quickly recover. I have to steel myself against him. Knowing Darla, she’d tell me to toughen up and embrace the fuck-buddy lifestyle.
“Let’s not talk about him right now,” I say.
“Fine, because guess what? I’ve got gossip for you. Nathan’s fiancée left him.”
“Really? That was quick. Smart cookie.”
“But get this, word on the street is she left because he’s shit in bed. A friend of a friend told me she said, and I quote, ‘How did you live with an internet sex advisor for so many years and not learn a goddamn thing about a woman’s body?’ End quote. Can you believe it?” Darla says, and dissolves into a fit of laughter.
I laugh as well, a great belly laugh that relieves all of the tension I’ve built up over Knox. I’m in tears, and we both laugh and laugh.
Grabbing a Kleenex, I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. “Shut up,” I manage to say.
“And the now ex-fiancée is telling everyone she knows.”
“I can’t say I disagree with her. If she needs someone to back her up, send her to my Facebook page.”
“How were you with him so long?”
“I know, I know. Okay? I’m an idiot.”
“Oh well, it’s in the past. Now you’ve got that sex machine to keep you happy.”
“Yep,” I say, trying to keep the laughter going. I’m not ready to talk to her about Knox.
We spend the next twenty minutes making fun of Nathan before Darla’s boy toy arrives and we end the call.
My mind is clear enough now that I can focus on work, and I throw myself into the endless task of editing, planning and keeping track of finances. I debate taking the unicorn video down, but it’s had over a quarter million shares already and is one of my fastest videos to ever get to that many shares. I’m making a killing on ad revenue in it, so I leave it up.
No matter how stupid I now realize it is. I have to be more disciplined. No more hurried, unplanned videos.
In the morning, I wake up early and sleepwalk to the kitchen for some coffee. The doorbell rings. Tying my housecoat belt around me, I make my way to the door on shaky legs, knowing full well it’s Knox.
I take a deep breath, open the door, and say the words I practiced over and over in my head while lying in bed earlier, “This arrangement isn’t working for me. We have to stop. The…”
Knox’s hands are on my hips, and he backs me into the house as I try to speak. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my words. His kiss is charged, and sends a jolt of electricity through me, grounding me to the floor.
He pulls his lips away, and says, “It’s not working for me either.”
Knox
“What?” Avery asks, her voice barely audible.
“The whole drive home last night, I was looking forward to seeing you. To find you in my living room, waiting for me. When you weren’t there, I knew I couldn’t ignore this any longer.”
“This?”
“Yes, this,” I say, hating saying what I’m feeling out loud. “Whatever it is that’s between us.”
Avery closes her eyes and swallows. I nudge her deeper into the house and close the front door. She hasn’t said anything yet, nothing that lets me know what she’s thinking.
Maybe I’m making too many assumptions. I drop my arms from her, and walk towards the kitchen.
“Coffee,” I say, it isn’t a question.
Avery still doesn’t say anything as she follows me into her kitchen. Since when was she ever quiet? I don’t like it.
I go through her cupboards and make two cups of coffee. Her kitchen is hideously ugly and out of date. Instead of setting them on the kitchen table, I carry them into her living room and set them on the coffee table.
On autopilot, she follows me back to the living room.
“Sit,” I say, gesturing to the couch.
Avery sits on the leather armchair.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I ask.
“I… you surprised me. I had to tell you this morning that I can’t do our arrangement.”
“I already told you I don’t want that either.”
“I’m not sure what you want. A relationship? What about Piper?”
Piper. It’s true, I don’t know what to do about her.
“I really wish you’d sit with me on the couch.”
I let my words hang in the air. With a tense jaw, Avery moves from her chair to the couch, our shoulders grazing.
“You really want a relationship?” she asks, staring at the blank TV screen.
“Yeah, I do. I want you in my bed every morning and at my table every night.”
“Would it be a secret from Piper?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Since Piper was born, I’ve never had a relationship. A girlfriend.”
I let the word girlfriend sink in. I’ve spent my whole adult life avoiding having one. And not once have I ever been tempted to have one. But with Avery, I can’t help myself. I need this woman. In all of my life, not just my bed.
“You haven’t had a girlfriend in all these years?”
Ignoring her question, I say, “Maybe we don’t say anything. She can draw her own conclusions. Besides, we’ll let this develop as it’s going to develop.”
“You think? Piper will want answers.”
“She won’t. She’s been trying to get us together since you moved in.”
“Really?”
“Piper constantly told me how much you liked me,” I say, sliding my arm around Avery.
“Yeah. She did the same to me.”
“See? She’ll be fine. Happy, even.” I hope.
“I didn’t know you felt the same way. I really thought I had to end this today.”
“No chance, baby. I’d never let that happen.”
Avery smiles and rolls her bottom lip in her teeth. Unable to resist, I take her chin in my hand, and tilt her head to me. I brush my lips against her cheek and onto her full lips.
She kisses me back softly, before turning her head away and saying, “You really haven’t had a girlfriend in thirteen years.”
Resigned, I say, “Almost fourteen.”
“Since I’m your girlfriend now, I’m going to pry. Not because I’m nosy. But because, like I tell my viewers, the better I know you, the better our relationship will be.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Are you always going to analyze me with your advice? Because believe me, I’m going to show you how wrong a lot of your videos are.”
“Ah! They are not.”
“Eating you out in the shower?”
“Okay fine, but that’s only one.�
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I lean into her ear, and say, “Yet. I’ll show you more. Be patient.“
“I am being patient, but now you have to stop ignoring the question.”
“I forgot what the question was.”
“Why no girlfriends?”
“Because. My mother had a string of boyfriends when I was growing up. Not a string, more like a revolving door. I hated it and promised Piper when she was a baby that I wouldn’t do it to her.”
Avery runs her fingers over my arm, looks me in the eyes and says, “Sorry.”
Holding her eyes captive, I say, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“I mean, it must’ve been so hard, denying yourself for so long.”
I smirk, and say, “Trust me, I wasn’t denying myself at all.”
“Oh,” she says, leaning away, “Is that why the condoms? Because if you have something, you have to tell me. I mean it.”
Pulling her back to me, this time tight against me, I say, “I’m clean. I even have the paperwork to show it.”
“Then what’s with the condoms? Most men beg and lie not to use them. We don’t even need to use them, and you insist.”
“It’s trust.”
“What? You don’t believe me when I say I have an IUD in? Do you want me to show you the paperwork to prove it?”
“It’s not that.”
“But if I’m going to be your girlfriend, don’t you want to be bare inside me? To feel your skin against mine,” she says in her sultriest voice.
It’s almost enough to throw her down on the couch and fuck her bareback right now.
Almost.
“I do. Trust me,” I say.
Avery sits up straight, her brow creased.
“So, what’s the deal? Are you going to tell me.”
My throat tightens at the question. I should’ve known changing our relationship status would mean discussions like this. I’m not sure I like it.
Avery tucks her hair behind her ear, still looking at me for answers. Her eyes trace my face, and I figure I owe her an explanation. At least I get this out of the way. The thing I’ve never talked about in years.
I clear my voice, and say, “When I was twenty one, I met this chick in a bar. We hooked up, and it became a pretty regular thing for a few months. Brandi, her name was Brandi. She told me she was on the pill. Great news, right? All the bareback fucking I wanted. Until she told me she was pregnant.”
Avery sits up straighter, and leans her body against mine, “Piper?”
“Yeah. Turns out I wasn’t the only guy she was fucking. I knew she was seeing someone else. Which was fine, it was casual between us. God knows I had enough other women going on. But I spent the entire fucking nine months not knowing if the baby was mine or not.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never said them before, and now I’ve started, they keep on coming. The more I speak, I lighter I feel.
“That’s rough.”
“Over the months, she told me she was sure it was the other guy’s, and that they were in love and going to get married and raise the baby. When the baby was born, the guy demanded a paternity test. Turns out Piper was mine. Brandi stuck her in my arms and said she was marrying the other guy anyway, and that he wasn’t going to raise a kid who wasn’t his. She walked away, and that’s the last time I ever saw her.”
“That’s it? Not even any notice or time for you to prepare?”
“Prepare? I spent most of the nine months thinking it was his. At most I thought I’d have to pay child support. You stick a baby in the arms of a twenty-two-year-old guy, and suddenly I was a father? What the fuck did I know about babies? All I knew was cars and partying.”
Avery
I’m still stunned. During my restless night of being torn between wanting Knox to come ravage me in the morning and having to end our arrangement, I never believed there was a third option with Knox. I refused to even consider the idea of a real relationship. An idea I wanted so badly, but refused to consider because I never once thought it could come true.
And yet, here we are. Together on my couch, with Knox opening up to me about his life. I lean into him a little harder.
I can’t imagine plunking my baby in the arms of an unprepared twenty-two-year-old guy to take care of for a day, let alone forever.
“How did you cope?” I ask.
At first I felt like I was prying. But now it seems like he needs to get this off his chest. I wonder how many other people he’s told this.
Knox’s lips move into a half smile, and he says, “I learn real fucking fast.”
“Did your mom help you?”
“At first, yeah, but then she moved to Florida with another of her boyfriends.”
“To retire?”
“She retired, but the guy was my age.”
“She sounds like Darla,” I say, laughing.
Knox laughs, and says, “She is like Darla. All my mum needs is that curly hair.”
“Well, things worked out. Piper’s a great kid, you did a great job of raising her.” This time I don’t feel awkward when I tell him I think he’s a great father.
“Thanks,” Knox says, and takes a sip of his coffee.
“You’re too humble.”
Knox grunts.
“You should be proud of what you’ve achieved. You’re an amazing dad.”
“She isn’t grown up yet, there are still plenty of opportunities to mess up.”
“Somehow I don’t think you – or she – will.”
“Like the bra? And the period? I don’t know anything about that stuff.”
“It doesn’t matter. You let me help her, and that’s the best you could do.”
“Maybe. At least it got me in your skirt.”
“All you had to do for that was smile once in a while. And be nice. Neighborly, even.”
“You want neighborly?” he asks, a gruff edge to his voice.
“It would’ve been nice when I first moved in.”
As I finish my sentence, Knox grips me by the back of my head and pulls me to his lips and crushes his mouth against mine. I whimper at his touch. Our tongues poke and twirl around each other’s and this time when my heart flutters, I do nothing to try to ignore it.
I have feelings for this man, and I no longer have to ignore them. Somehow, that makes the kiss more powerful.
Knox then kisses to my ear, and in a low voice asks, “So this is official?”
I wrap my arms tight around him, and in a quiet voice say, “Definitely.”
“And you’ll be at my table tonight?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss your cooking.”
Clamping his lips back on mine, he half scoops, half pushes me onto the floor. I’m wedged between the couch and the coffee table, on the old carpet. Knox fumbles with the belt of my housecoat before finally getting the knot out and yanking open my housecoat.
I’m in my panties and old t-shirt, but don’t care. Neither does he. His big hands put my t-shirt up to my neck, exposing my breasts, before he pulls off my panties. His lips are back on mine, and my walls are slick with want.
In moments, Knox’s weight is on me, and still dressed, his hard dick is at my entrance. Without waiting, he pushes into me. I moan as my walls stretch to fit him.
Only then do I realize he didn’t stop to put a condom on. My heart is beating like crazy, and butterflies explode in my chest. I moan again, my walls tight around his bare cock.
The hard floor holds me firmly in place while he pounds into me. Heat burns between my legs, but above that, my heart pounds harder for him.
I wrap my legs around his, my body building and building and I clutch onto his shirt.
“Knox,” I whimper as waves burst through my body. My pussy turns into a quivering wreck and spasms tight around his dick. His bare dick. I moan at the thought of him filling me.
Knox groans and releases himself into me, his dick throbbing as he comes.
Breathless, he kisses
my lips and says, “I hadn’t planned to do that.”
“Not use a condom?”
“Not fuck you on the floor like this.”
I swallow, and say, “Sometimes the situation calls for it.”
“Sometimes.”
“Knox?”
“Yeah?” he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
He closes his mouth over mine, and our mouths lock in a tender kiss. I don’t think I could ever get enough of him.
Eventually, he pulls away. While I clean myself up, he makes us each another cup of coffee. We sit on the sofa, and I snuggle up against him while we drink and talk.
After half an hour, Knox says, “I have to get some work done, I have no choice.”
“Of course. Me too. I’ll see you at dinner?”
“I expect you there,” he says, and kisses my forehead.
After he leaves, I stay on the couch both letting my body and mind recover and process what went on here this morning. It’s almost too good to be true.
Eventually, I haul myself upstairs and dress. I have to film a product-pimping video today on the physically possible sex positions book, which is good because otherwise I’d end up making some gushing vlog about Knox.
At my desk, I can see Knox out the window, working on his latest car. My heart flutters, knowing he’s mine now. I could sit here all day watching him, but I can’t. I have too many exciting ideas to share with my fans.
But first, the book pimping video.
I work all afternoon, shooting it, editing it and doing admin tasks. It wouldn’t have taken so long if I hadn’t spent so much time looking out the window at Knox. Somehow I’m going to have to find more discipline.
Now it’s nearly six, and I wrap a fashion scarf around my neck to cover the still visible hickeys.
I ring his doorbell, and Knox answers, a grin on his face. Before I can say hello, he leans over and kisses me. That’s a much better hello than I’d expected.
Standing tall again, he says, “Come in.”
Knox takes my hand and leads me through to the kitchen. Everything feels different now. The charged air between us settled, relaxed.
Piper’s still upstairs, and we chat as we get supper ready. He’s made a beef and barley stew today. Somehow he found the time for that. I reach up to get the bowls out of the cupboard, and he puts his hands on my ass.