by Claire Adams
“Does Sunday work for you? At my place, so Margie will be a little more comfortable with everything?”
“Yes, Sunday will be perfect for me,” I said.
Justin stood up and walked to the door. “Okay then, I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Okay, have a good rest of your day and week.”
Justin winked at me again. “Oh, I think I will.” And just like that, he was out the door.
I sat down in the chair he just vacated. I needed to catch my breath. Not only had he agreed to play fake boyfriend for me in exchange for free massages, but we also just had some of the hottest sex of my life.
That was the kind of sex I had only seen in porn movies that I caught my ex watching. The kind of sex that I thought was non-existent. The thought of it was beginning to turn me on all over again, and I kind of hoped he would come back and go for round two. And three. And four.
When he did not return, I stood up and got back to work. I cleared my schedule for him, and at that moment, I was glad. It would have been awful to have a client scheduled after that experience. I knew I would not have been able to focus on another client after having sex with Justin.
I decided to call Ally so I could tell her that our plan was working. I was going to leave out the part about Justin and me having sex. That was too much information to share with my little sister.
The phone rang a couple of times before she picked up. “Hey. Did you talk to him?” she asked.
“Yeah, he agreed to do it, but he is bringing his four-year-old daughter with him.”
“Have you met her yet?” she asked.
“No, I’m going to his house on Sunday night for dinner. I’ll meet her then.”
“Dude, this is going to be so perfect. You’ll get mom and dad off your back about not being settled down yet, and you’ll gain a new boyfriend.”
I laughed. “I don’t know about that last part.”
“I do. He has it bad for you. I told you, I can tell. And look! He agreed to play your fake boyfriend. That means something.”
I debated telling her about the sex, but I didn’t want to give her that kind of ammunition to use against me later. I didn’t want her to use it to her advantage and embarrass me in front of him.
“I haven’t talked to mom and dad yet,” I said, changing the subject.
“I’m sure they’ll call soon. I’m not one hundred percent sure when they are supposed to be coming in. I hate when they do this.”
“You and me both,” I said with a sigh.
The rest of the day, I could not get Justin out of my head, and I started conjuring up some pretty intense sexual fantasies. I convinced myself not to read too much into things. It could have just been a one-time thing, and I would have to accept it if it was. Just because he agreed to play my fake boyfriend, that didn’t mean he was suddenly going to become my real one. Although, I knew I would settle for him as a fuckbuddy at this point. The man was a master in the sack.
I went home early since no one had called or shown up. I noticed my vagina was a little sore when I walked, and I could not help it when that turned me on all over again. It was like a constant reminder of what we did. Something secret just for me. I loved every second of it.
Chapter 9
Justin
I woke up in a great mood on Sunday, but as the day dragged on, I grew more nervous. The minutes ticked away, counting down the time until Anna would be coming over to meet Margie. I didn’t know how Margie was going to react. She had never met a woman who wasn’t a family member or a close friend before. And she definitely never met one I was dating. Or at the very least, pretending to date.
Though to be fair, I hadn’t really dated anyone since my wife died, so it wasn’t like I’d been keeping anything from Margie. I had been trying to hide how I really felt from both Margie and myself. Mostly because I didn’t know what Margie would think. Would she be mad at me for dating someone? Or would she be happy for me because she didn’t really understand much about that yet?
I had to admit, I was excited for Anna to show up. I had not seen or talked to her since we fucked on the massage chair, but I thought about it and her non-stop. I just hoped she was thinking about me, too. And that I’d done a good job, that it was good for her. Anna was the first girl I’d slept with in quite a long time.
I was doing some last-minute cleaning when Margie approached me. She had a funny look on her face, and I knew she was about to ask me something. She was a very curious girl. I always encouraged her to ask questions because it was a great way for her to expand her young mind.
“Daddy, why are you cleaning so much on Sunday?” she said the word “Sunday” like it was meant to be the lazy day of the week and that cleaning shouldn’t even be discussed on a day like that.
“Because my special friend is coming over to meet you, and I want the house to look extra nice for her,” I said.
“Daddy, is she your girlfriend?” she asked in the blunt way only children can.
I was taken off guard. I had no idea she even knew that word. She was only four. I laughed to brush off the awkward silence that was hovering over us. I studied her face for any signs that she might be upset. When I was satisfied that she didn’t look upset, I answered her question with, “You shouldn’t know anything about that yet. Where did you learn that word?”
I went back to drying the dishes and putting them away. It was amazing how much work I had put into the house today. I never cleaned this much, and I didn’t really know what that meant for me.
“Cause, there’s a boy at school that said he wants to date me. He wants me to be his girlfriend,” she said matter-of-factly. I almost dropped the glass I was holding.
I laughed uncomfortably and put the cup away before I actually broke it. This time, I laughed because I wasn’t really sure what to say. I didn’t think this kind of thing would happen until at least fifth grade, if not later.
“You need to stay away from boys. Boys are something you shouldn’t be worrying about right now. Or ever. They are bad news. Believe me.”
“But what if a boy wants to be my friend?” she asked in a serious tone.
“That’s okay. If he just wants to be your friend, but you shouldn’t let any boy be your boyfriend right now.”
“But what if he’s cute?” she asked.
I stopped what I was doing. I wasn’t really sure how to process this information. She was already thinking boys were cute? But I had to admit that I did have a “girlfriend” in pre-k. But that was different because I was a little boy, and everyone knows how horrible males are at dating. At least when it came to being a teenager and going through puberty. I would hope the little boys weren’t bad at this age, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were.
I never even thought about it much until I found out I was having a daughter. That’s when I began to think about all the girls I messed with and hurt when I was younger, and suddenly, I wanted to take it all back. I did not want to ever hear about anything happening to my daughter like what my friends and I had once done to girls. I knew first-hand how awful males could be, especially teenage ones.
I wrapped my arms around my daughter and gave her a big hug. She felt so little in my arms. I was in shock that we were already having this conversation.
“Even if the boys are cute, you still shouldn’t be their girlfriend. You’re too young to be worrying about this kind of thing. You need to focus on your Barbie’s and ABC’S. Boys are bad news. Believe me; I know because I am one.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said. After giving me a tight hug, she skipped off to her room to pick up the toys that were scattered on her floor.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. I was more nervous than I thought I would be, which I found a little weird because I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. I opened the door to see Anna standing on my doorstep. She was stunningly beautiful. Her dark hair was curled around her face, and her makeup was minimal. She didn’t come off as trying too hard, and I fou
nd that so sexy. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. It was casual, and I was glad that she wasn’t trying too hard to impress me.
“Hello, come in,” I said and moved away from the door to let her inside.
“Hi,” she said. She sounded a bit nervous, and for a moment I forgot about our Friday morning romp. But just that little thought caused my dick to twitch.
“Margie, honey, Anna’s here,” I called out to her. I saw as she poked her head out of her room and slowly made her way down the hall. She was being shy; I could tell even from that far away. This was normal for her. She didn’t really warm up to people unless she felt she could trust them. I looked at Anna and motioned toward the couch.
“Have a seat,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said and sat down on the couch.
Margie was at my side, and I decided to get down on her level would probably make her more comfortable. I knelt in front of her.
“Margie, I want you to meet my special friend, Anna.” I looked at Anna. “Anna, this is Margie, my daughter.”
Anna stuck her hand out, and Margie eyed it suspiciously. Anna moved her hand back to her side and shifted awkwardly.
“It’s very nice to finally meet you, Margie. I’ve heard so much about you,” Anna said.
Margie buried her face in my shoulder.
“She’s can be shy at first,” I explained.
Anna nodded her head.
“That’s okay,” she said. Then she turned to Margie and added, “When I was little, I was very shy too. I hated meeting new people. But you know what I did to help me feel better?”
Margie shook her head no.
“What did you do?” she asked.
“I would make sure to watch my daddy’s face, and if he didn’t seem bothered by the person and he seemed happy they were there, that told me the new person was okay, and I would start to warm up to them.”
I smiled at her response and wondered if that was true. I watched as Margie looked from me to Anna and back. I gave her a nod and a big smile.
“Anna’s a very nice lady. She’s the one that always makes Daddy feel better after my fights.”
Margie was no longer holding on to me as tightly, and within a few minutes, she moved to sit on the couch beside Anna. Though she didn’t sit close to her, I still thought it was progress.
It took another few minutes before Margie actually spoke to Anna. She watched with curious eyes, never looking away from her for long.
“How do you get your hair like that?” Margie asked Anna suddenly.
“I curled it with a curling iron. Maybe I can curl your hair sometime?”
Margie nodded her head. “I think I would like that. It won’t hurt, will it?”
Anna shook her head. “No, no. Not as long as you’re careful. And I would be super careful with you,” she said.
Margie seemed to think about this for a moment and then nodded her head. She looked like she had more questions, but she waited a minute before asking anything else.
“What job do you have?” Margie asked after a few minutes of silence.
“I’m a massage therapist,” Anna answered. “I massage people’s muscles and make their bodies feel better.”
“So, you help people?” she asked.
Anna nodded her head. “Yes, I love to help people,” she said. I couldn’t help the smile that was forming on my lips. The amount of questions Margie was asking Anna told me that she was starting to trust her. I didn’t blame her; Anna had something about her that made people feel comfortable. I remembered how nervous I was to get my first massage from her, but she made me feel relaxed and comfortable right away.
“Why do you like to spend time with my daddy?” Margie asked next, and I hoped Anna didn’t get scared off by her asking so many questions.
“Your daddy is a great guy,” she said. Those six words seemed to please Margie.
“Do you want to see my favorite Barbie dolls?” Margie asked next.
“Of course, I do,” Anna said. And then Margie was gone, racing toward her room to get her special Barbie dolls to show Anna.
Over the next twenty minutes, they talked about everything Barbie. Anna told Margie about the collection she had growing up and that she would even let her see some of the ones she still had. That made Margie more excited than she had been in a while. It was amazing to watch them together. They got along great, and they even were laughing a lot, which was a big thing for Margie. I could tell she was already smitten with Anna, and I had to admit that I felt the same way.
“I’m going to start dinner. Do you want to help?” I asked Margie.
“Not unless Anna wants to help too,” she said in protest.
Anna looked at Margie. “Let’s do it,” she said. The excitement in her voice made Margie’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
“Thank you,” I whispered as we followed Margie into the kitchen.
“You’re welcome. She is absolutely adorable. Thank you for introducing me to her,” she said. Then to Margie, she asked in a louder voice, “What are we making?”
“Spaghetti with homemade meatballs,” she announced proudly.
“I hope that’s alright,” I said to her.
“It is,” she assured me.
We spent the next hour making the meatballs out of raw hamburger meat and my special seasoning mix. We cooked them, then the noodles and the sauce. The kitchen was messy very quickly, but it was okay. We were all laughing and really enjoying ourselves.
When the food was done, Anna offered to set the table for us, and I reluctantly let her. We sat down to eat, and I couldn’t help but feel at peace. It felt wonderful to have the three of us together like this.
The conversation at dinner was lively. Margie asked Anna a million more questions.
“Do you like spaghetti?” she asked.
“It’s my favorite. Especially this spaghetti,” Anna said.
“My dad makes the best food,” Margie said and took a big bite of a meatball.
Anna smiled endearingly at Margie. Then she smiled at me and said, “He really does.”
“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without your help, though. Both of you.” I watched a smile appear on Anna’s face, one that I knew was mirrored on my face as well.
I loved how perfect this moment felt. Having dinner with both Margie and Anna felt right. It was comfortable and fun, exactly the way it should be.
“Will you eat here a lot?” Margie asked.
Anna laughed and looked at me.
“We would love to have you over more often if you wanted to do that,” I said.
“I would love to eat dinner with you guys again.”
I had not told Margie about meeting Anna’s parents quite yet. I wasn’t sure how to introduce the idea of that to her. I was planning to tell her in a couple days. I figured that would allow her time to adjust to meeting Anna before I brought up the idea of meeting even more people.
I loved how Anna had made sure Margie was comfortable with her. I made a mental note to ask her about the story she told Margie from when she was little.
Chapter 10
Anna
The night had been absolutely amazing. Dinner was delicious, and I was so happy that they included me in making it. I never had that much fun cooking before, and Justin’s meatballs were to die for. I thought of asking him for the recipe, but I wondered if it was a secret family recipe or something. That could be a discussion for another day, though.
I went with Justin and Margie into her room for story time before she went to bed. She picked out The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
“It’s my favorite,” she told me.
“Wow,” I said with excitement. “That’s crazy.”
“Why?” she asked.
“This was my very favorite book when I was little. In fact, if you don’t tell anyone, it’s still my favorite book,” I gave her a small wink and watched her eyes light up.
“It’s my dad’s favorite book, too!” she
said.
I looked at Justin, who was smiling at both of us.
He started reading to her and getting her nestled into her bed. I was studying them. I couldn’t help it. I loved how they interacted with each other, and I could tell his daughter was his entire world. It made my heart melt. He kissed her goodbye, and she asked a few questions about the boogeyman. I figured it was just normal kid stuff. I remembered being afraid of the dark as a child. He gave her a few extra kisses and hugs, and she even asked for a hug from me. I was honored, and I bent down to wrap my arms around her.
When Margie was asleep, which wasn’t much longer after story time, I followed Justin back into the kitchen area.
“Do you want some help cleaning up?” I offered.
“Sure, that would be nice,” he said.
I helped him gather the plates and put them in the sink where he began to rinse them off and hand them to me to put in the dishwasher. We fell into an easy rhythm with him rinsing and me loading.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” he asked as he handed me a red bowl.
“For inviting me to dinner and for letting me spend time with Margie,” I said.
“No, thank you,” he said.
I gave him a confused look. “For what? You’re the one that did most of the cooking.”
He laughed. “For spending time with Margie. It really meant a lot to me that you spent that kind of time with her. She laughed a lot. I can tell she likes you.”
I smiled. I was happy to hear that. I had been so nervous before I got there because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but it seemed like we all really clicked. Even cooking and cleaning up with Justin was easy. We were working so well together. He would hand me a rinsed dish, and I would put it in the dishwasher in total sync. We were effortless.
“I absolutely adore her. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s so sweet, and she’s got an amazing sense of humor too.”