Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  I have all night to think about it, I’ll decide in the morning.

  Instead, I spend the evening trying to think of other things. I check my fan mail, and answer some questions on social media.

  In the end, I’m still buzzing and wind up editing videos until after midnight.

  Somehow I manage to resist the urge to FaceTime Darla and tell her the news. I figure we have to act on this arrangement at least once before it’s actually official. At least in her eyes.

  Though an hour later, still hyper with the idea, I send her a text:

  I don’t want to talk about this now but Knox and I are apparently now neighbors with benefits. Do not call, I won’t answer, xoxo

  She’ll want too many details, and ask all sorts of questions I don’t have the answer to right now. Like how big and straight is his cock. It’s better I avoid the conversation altogether, or she’ll end up killing my buzz.

  In bed, I toss and turn. Every time I close my eyes, my memory is flooded with his manly smell, the feel of his lips are on mine and I’m just about to reach out and touch his powerful biceps.

  My body begs me to reach for the Xtreme Buzz, but I won’t. I can’t. I want to carry this tension through to our morning rendezvous.

  I dream about him all night and wake up wet. Forget the blue panties, I’m going with the black lace thong and matching black lace bra.

  After showering, I put them on and wonder what to throw on overtop. Would wearing only a housecoat be too forward? Probably. What happens if it’s someone else at the door like a delivery person? I wind up wearing a navy maxi dress with a halter top that shows off my cleavage. I bought it for Nathan’s sister’s wedding last September.

  It was the night before we broke up for good, and the last time I had sex. I figured it was fitting, and that I’d be putting a nice bookend on this dry spell.

  At eight, before I am completely ready, my doorbell rings. Knox is on my doorstep, in track pants and an old t-shirt and unshaven. He’s underdressed and earlier than I’d expected, but I’m not complaining.

  “Hey,” I say, trying to sound cool and collected and not like the desperate, horny woman who hasn’t-been-touched-by-a-man-in-six-months I am.

  “Avery,” Knox says, sounding far too serious.

  Was it all a joke? Is he backing out on his own idea?

  “Yeah?” I say tentatively.

  “I need your help. With Piper.”

  “With Piper? What’s up?” I ask, my brow furrowed.

  “This morning she got her first. Her first... you know.”

  “Period?”

  Knox’s eyes slowly shut and open again.

  “Yes. But it hurts, real bad. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Cramps?”

  “She’s scared,” he says, his eyes pleading.

  “Did you give her a hot water bottle?”

  “No,” he says, confused. “I don’t have a hot water bottle.”

  “How do you have a girl that age and not have a hot water bottle? You need to be prepared,” I snap.

  Knox’s face falls, “I’ll go buy one.”

  “I’ll bring mine first. I’m coming right over to calm her down. I’ll give you a shopping list of things to buy. You have tampons and stuff, right?” I say.

  “Some. How many do you need each month?”

  “It depends,” I say. I feel bad now. He’s in way over his head and I should’ve been more helpful instead of snapping about the water bottle.

  Running upstairs, I grab the hot water bottle from the bathroom before running back downstairs again and handing it to him. I follow Knox across the lawn and into his house. Piper is in her pajamas, lying on the couch.

  “Hey, Piper,” I say, walking over and perching myself on the edge of the couch.

  “Avery,” she says, a weak smile on her face.

  “Your dad told me what’s going on. I brought you a hot water bottle, your dad’s filling it up now. It’ll help a lot with your cramps.”

  “It hurts so bad,” she says.

  “Down low?” I ask, pointing on my own body.

  “Yes, right here.”

  “That’s normal, sweetie, don’t worry at all. The hot water bottle will help, plus you can take some Tylenol. And you don’t have to move from this couch all day. But don’t worry, it’s only temporary.”

  I turn my head to the side, and realize Knox is standing there listening to us. He looks both helpless and mortified.

  “Thanks, Avery,” Piper says as I take the bottle from Knox and pass it to her.

  “It’s your dad who got it,” I say. “I’m just going to get something from the kitchen.”

  Knox follows me into the kitchen and I grab a pen and pad of paper from the table to write out the list of what she’ll need.

  “Thank you,” he says.

  “No problem. You’re obviously in over your head.” He winces, and I add, “Like any man would be. I’m going to write out a shopping list. You go get it. I’ll stay here and keep Piper company.”

  “Can she go to school today?” he asks.

  “As much as I really want her to, that would be cruel to the poor girl.”

  “I’ll phone the school, then go get the shit on your list.”

  He acts like he doesn’t even remember what we were supposed to be doing this morning.

  Knox quickly makes me a coffee and leaves for the store. I sit back down with Piper and she asks me a million questions about periods. I answer in my best YouTuber voice.

  Knox

  I’m standing in the female aisle of the drug store, trying to decipher Avery’s list. How are there so many different types of things? Things I know nothing about, and don’t fucking want to know anything about.

  I chuck five of everything on her list in the cart. The more I buy now, the less often I have to come to this aisle. It’s the mystery aisle as far as I’m concerned. I don’t belong here. Next time I’m going to shop online.

  On the way home, I pull my prized possession, my ’62 Thunderbird that I restored myself, into the best diner in town. I order a stack of pancakes and two stacks of waffles along with a mountain of bacon to go.

  I wonder what else Piper would want. It’s hard to keep up with her likes these days. Or Avery. I should get her some fruit salad or something. Fuck it.

  When I get home, I enter the house through the back door, straight into the kitchen.

  Dropping all the drug store bags on the floor, I set the two bags of food on the counter. Piper wants waffles, bacon and lots of syrup. I load up her plate and take it to her in the living room.

  Avery appears by my side, and says, “Something smells good.”

  “Waffles and pancakes. Want some?”

  “Hell, yeah. But I smell bacon, is there some for me?”

  I point to the bag with the bacon in it. “Help yourself.”

  While I lay out a plate for Piper, Avery rips open the bacon bag. Her nose turns up at the contents. What was she expecting?

  “Is this all?”

  “All what?”

  “All the bacon you got?” she asks, snarling.

  “There’s tons there.”

  “It’s for three people.”

  Avery picks up a crispy piece and takes a bite. I watch motionless as she eats the whole damn thing in the most erotic way a piece of bacon has ever been eaten. When she finishes, she slowly sucks the grease off her fingertips, her lips pucker around each finger. I cannot drag my eyes off her and I think she knows it.

  All night long I’ve been dreaming of those lips and what I was planning on putting between them today. I can’t help but notice her cleavage today. She must be wearing some sort of cleavage-enhancing bra or I hadn’t paid enough attention to that part of her body, given that I was focused on her other assets. I curse myself for doing it, but let my mind wonder about what she’s wearing underneath that dress.

  I’m hit with the urge to drop to my knees and climb under that big, long skirt to find out
. It’s no secret it’s hiding a luscious pair of legs that need to be explored with my mouth, but what else is it covering?

  “Have another,” I say, motioning my head to the bag.

  A coy smile forms on her lips, and she repeats the process with another crispy piece of bacon.

  Is she intentionally toying with me? I can’t decide. But whether she is or isn’t, we’re already risking my biggest rule. I said no whiff of this anywhere near Piper. And I have to walk in there and hand Piper her food, and I can’t do that right now because I’ve got a massive tent pole in my sweat pants.

  Shaking my head, I look away to keep my focus on Piper. I clear my throat and think of anything except Avery. When that doesn’t work, I think of the way Avery told me I was a shitty dad for not being prepared for Piper’s stuff this morning.

  When I’m finished piling food on Piper’s plate, I carry it into the living room.

  “Wow, thanks, Dad,” Piper says, bolting up into a seated position.

  “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

  On my way back to the kitchen to fix my plate, I pass Avery. Her plate is piled high with more food than I think can physically fit in her tight body. You can’t even see the top of her waffles because she’s covered them in bacon. She wasn’t kidding about the bacon. I hope she left lots for me.

  Two pieces. Two fucking flimsy, non-crispy pieces of bacon. Did she really think that was going to be enough for me?

  I pile the rest of the food on my plate, still grumbling about the lack of meat, and join them in the living room.

  Piper is sitting beside Avery on the couch, both enjoying their bacon. I sit in the armchair.

  Avery looks at me, grinning, as she says, “Payback for the veggie pizza,” before stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth in the same erotic way.

  I ignore her and start stuffing my face with breakfast.

  Should I ask Piper how she’s feeling? What am I supposed to say to her? Or should I be pretending everything’s normal?

  This is the new normal. Just another sign my baby girl is gone.

  I just wish I knew what to say to her. It was bad enough I didn’t know what to do for her this morning. Now I don’t even know how to act.

  They yammer on about God knows what while I try to chime in once in awhile. Otherwise, I stare at the TV. Law & Order. Of course. That’s okay, Piper deserves it today.

  Whatever this episode is about is a mystery to me. My brain is stuck on the memory of Avery licking the bacon grease from her fingers. And of her cleavage. I keep taking quick looks at it, her round tits jiggle with each movement.

  I can’t sit here any longer. Things would get awkward.

  “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve really got to get some work done. Are you all right if I go out to the garage and work?”

  “Sure, Dad. Avery’s here so go ahead.”

  Forcing a half smile at her, I stand and flee the house.

  Under the hood of the blue Corvette, I finally start to relax. This is something I can understand. Not thirteen-year-old girls.

  But Piper quickly vanishes from my mind, and all I can see is Avery’s tits, front and center.

  This is crazy. We only agreed to the fuck-buddy thing yesterday. Why have I turned into a horny, desperate teenager overnight? Just because I haven’t been inside a woman since Mrs Coupland moved and I lost my babysitter?

  Or just because I’ve got myself all fired up watching Avery’s videos every night? And because I know how fucking amazing she sounds when she comes. I need to coax those sounds out for myself and hear them in my own ears.

  Is Piper going to go to school tomorrow? I don’t want to push her. But tomorrow is Friday, and Avery and I are going to have to wait the whole weekend if Piper stays home.

  And right now, I don’t think I can wait the whole weekend. In fact, I know I can’t.

  I work for a good couple of hours and make good progress on the car. Avery and Piper can get their own lunches, I’m hungry, but I’ll survive. There’s no way I can handle being around Avery right now.

  “Hey,” Avery says. Her voice sends a shiver down my back.

  “Hey,” I say, ducking out from under the hood.

  “I’ve got some work to do, sorry. I’d love to sit with Piper for the whole day, but I’ve got to work before it gets dark.”

  I smirk. “Oh? I didn’t realize authors couldn’t work in the dark.”

  “It’s my eyes,” she blurts. “The screen hurts them when I use it in the dark.”

  I have to purse my lips to stop from laughing and tighten my jaw. I don’t want her to know I know what she does.

  “Thanks for helping out Piper. I really appreciate it,” I say, changing the subject.

  “It’s just too bad her mother abandoned her for her charity work in Africa. Piper could really use a mother on days like this.”

  What the fuck? That’s the second time she’s mentioned Africa. What’s Piper been telling her? I’m not even going to enter into that conversation with her. Just because I’m going to fuck her doesn’t mean she needs to go sticking her nose in my business.

  I hesitate and say, “Sure.”

  “Anyway, I promised Piper I’d come back for dinner. I hope that’s okay with you.”

  “No problem at all.” It’ll just be a few more hours of me listening to them talk and trying not to look at Avery’s tits.

  “Thanks. Really, I just need to take off this g-string I put on for you this morning. It’s not exactly intended to be worn for very long. It’s been killing me all day.”

  Avery

  Like an animal, Knox pounces on me and pulls me into his arms. The massive arms I’ve been dreaming having around me all night. Since I moved into the house.

  He meshes his oil-covered fingers into my hair and cups my head. My heart races at a million miles an hour. This is what I wanted today. My body craves it. Needs it.

  His cheek brushes against mine, scratching me with his stubble and sending a burst of tingles through me.

  “You can’t go around saying things like that.” Knox growls into my ear.

  I gasp, and say, “Why ever not?”

  Knox tightens his grip on my hair, and says, “Because you’re breaking our agreement. Before we’ve even done anything. Piper is home.”

  “You’re the one holding me.”

  “Don’t you fucking test me, or you’ll be back to playing with your power tools.”

  “That wouldn’t be any fun for either of us,” I say, my voice breathy.

  “No, it wouldn’t. I’d rather bend you over this car right now and fuck you into next week.”

  “Fine by me.”

  After the anticipation last night and seeing the effect I had on him in the kitchen this morning – I knew he was watching me – there’s nothing I’d want more.

  In an instant, he releases me and steps away.

  “Stop tempting me. Piper’s home.”

  Knox turns his back on me and sticks his head back under the hood of the car. Maybe I should slip my thong off and toss it at him. He’d probably freak.

  “You could always come into my house for a little bit. Piper wouldn’t know, she thinks you’re out here.”

  He grunts.

  “See you at supper,” I say and walk off.

  What a charmer. Good thing for him he oozes sex. And that I need to end this dry spell before I run out of things to say to my viewers.

  After ditching the thong, I change into something more in line with my online brand, and I make my way to my fake bedroom.

  First, I post today’s video. It’s one I shot last week about a service that ships small boxes of rose petals to sprinkle on your bed.

  I have a couple of videos to get through today, but most importantly, I have a product placement. I set up all the equipment and hit record.

  “Today, I want to share this great, new product with all you ladies. Though I suppose you guys might like it too, either to use on yourself or your woman.”

>   I hold up a box labeled Pink Curlies.

  “Maybe you just want to surprise your man, maybe you’re getting older and want to cover the gray. Pink Curlies is hair dye specifically for your pubes. It comes in several colors and, most fun of all, comes with stencils so you can end up with shapes like hearts and bunnies in your fuzz.”

  It’s effortless for me to smile wide, like it’s the best, most fun thing I’ve ever heard of.

  I film myself emptying the contents of the box onto my fake bed, then show off each included item and give a brief walk through of the steps and how easy it is to use.

  Though I haven’t actually tried this product out. I’m trusting the manufacturer when they say it’s easy to use. Normally I test things out the day before, but somehow I didn’t think it was a good idea to go into my first encounter with Knox with fluorescent pubes.

  What would he think? What would any man think?

  When I’m finished shooting, I sit at my desk to edit it. Knox is outside, moving around the car in front of his garage. I sigh, remembering the way I felt in his arms.

  I’m hit with inspiration, so I quickly change my top and hit record again.

  “Okay guys, listen up. Today I want to talk about stubble. Ladies, we all know how sexy it looks, right? Especially on a strong jaw. Is there anything that displays manliness more? No. We all agree. But that’s from afar. Close up, it hurts. It makes kissing a scratch fest and can leave your partner’s delicate skin raw. Worst of all, guys, by not shaving, you’re risking your woman not wanting to kiss you at all. So do both of you a favor, and shave ahead of time.”

  I ramble on a bit more about stubble, and when I have enough material to use, I sit back down at the desk.

  This is great. Already Knox is giving me ideas for videos. Over the past few months, my videos have lost their enthusiasm and gotten stale, but now, now it seems like my career is saved.

  Gazing at him out the window, I’m hit with another idea. I change my top again and step back in front of the webcam.

  “Today I want to talk to both you men and women equally. This topic isn’t so much about how to do things, but how to look at things. I often get emails and comments from you about your struggles to get turned on anymore by your partner. Instead of looking at their bodies, I want you to look at the things they do every day that are sexy. Simple things. For example, is there anything sexier than a man doing his best to nurture his child? I guess that goes the other way around, too. It’s all in how you look at the little things, and when you appreciate those things, you’re heart softens to them. And when that happens, you’re bound to look at them differently.”