“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.”
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 k
isses 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.
“You’re bad,” I say, laughing.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he says.
“I’m glad you two are finally together,” Piper says.
I drop the bowls and they shatter on the floor.
“Piper,” Knox and I say at the same time.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your homework?” Knox says.
“I finished it, and thought you’d want help to set the table. I didn’t know Avery was here.”
“Since when do you help set the table?” Knox asks.
Piper looks at me and smiles. I guess my lecture yesterday about helping out her father has sunk in.
“Do you have a broom?” I ask as I pick up the bigger shards of the bowls.
“I’ll get it,” Piper says.
I clean up the broken dishes, while Piper sets the table and Knox ladles out the stew in more bowls. Through dinner, Piper and I chat as usual. Knox even joins in, a lot more than he did before. He’s relaxed, smiling and visibly happy and is even more fun to be around.
After dinner, the three of us clean the kitchen together.
When we’re finished, we head into the living room. Piper sits on the armchair, and Knox sits beside me on the couch and puts his arm around me.
It’s a perfect day. Sex in the morning, and cuddling in the evening.
So perfect, we repeat it every day for the next two weeks.
Knox
“I’m so excited, tomorrow is going to be the best day ever,” Piper says, her face beaming.
She’s finished grade school, and tomorrow officially graduates from eighth grade. All week, she’s been reminding me that she’s a high school student now, and officially almost a grown up. And that her birthday is in a month and she’ll be fourteen. As in not my baby girl anymore.
I know the next four years are going to get even worse. That she’ll want less and less to do with me, and more and more to do with her friends. Until the day she brings a boy home. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that?
“I still remember my eighth grade graduation,” Avery says from her position beside me on the couch, “I tripped when I went up to get my certificate.”
“And that’s why we didn’t get the shoes with the heels too high, right?” Piper says.
“Exactly.”
“I don’t want to make a fool of myself tomorrow, especially with the surprise I have planned.”
“What surprise?” I ask.
“Duh, it’s a surprise. Surprise means I can’t tell you. Or it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
Piper’s gone on about her surprise for the past two weeks. I don’t like surprises. No matter how much I’ve pressed her on what it is, she wouldn’t tell me. It’d better be something stupid, and not anything like introducing me to a boy at the ceremony.
“You’d better get to bed, or you’ll be too tired to enjoy tomorrow,” I say.
“Night,” Piper says as she runs up the stairs.
“Good night,” Avery and I say.
“What the fuck is the surprise?” I mutter.
“No idea. She wouldn’t give me any hints,” Avery says.
She’s been sitting beside me on the couch all night, and now that Piper’s gone upstairs, I pull her closer.
“It better not be a boy.”
“You might want to prepare for that. If it’s not tomorrow, it’ll be some day not too far in the future.”
I grumble, too annoyed out by the idea to think about it any longer.
Avery leans her body against mine, and we mindlessly watch some movie. I only pay attention when a car comes on the screen.
Piper loves having Avery around so much, and the two have become even closer. She’s fit right into our family so easily, it’s like she’s always been a part of it.
Part of me still worries that having an actual girlfriend and having Piper have a relationship with that girlfriend is a bad idea. But it’s an idea I’ve been religiously following Piper’s whol
e life, and breaking it is a weird feeling.
Even though breaking it for Avery couldn’t feel more right.
The credits roll up the screen, but neither of us moves. Avery’s been going home around eleven every night, but tonight I don’t want her to leave.
She presses her hand against my chest and moves to stand, “I’d better get going.”
“Stay here tonight.”
Avery’s eyes move up to mine, and widen when our eyes connect. “What are you saying?”
I lower my voice, and say, “To sleep. I want you in my bed.”
“But what about Piper.” Avery raises her head to mine, inches away from me.
“But nothing. I said to sleep. We both know you can’t be quiet. Besides, I’m surprised you’re not still sore from this morning.” I spent three hours at her house this morning, and when I left she was stuck on her bed.
“You want me to sleep in your arms? But not fuck me?”
“That’s what I said. You can leave before Piper gets up in the morning.”
“I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”
“Good,” I say and bring her mouth against mine. I break the kiss just as fast, before I won’t be able to stop and we end up waking Piper.
Pushing Avery off me, I stand and take her hand. She follows me around the house as I turn off all the lights, before she follows me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
In silence, I strip down to my boxers while watching Avery peel off her clothes. She leaves her panties on and climbs into my bed. I finally have a woman in my bed and it feels fucking right.
I get in bed, and pull her alongside me. She hooks her feet around my calves and I hold her tighter against me. My dick rests against her round ass, and I force myself to think of Piper to stop myself from sticking it in Avery.
Avery falls asleep almost instantly, and I lie here, enjoying the rise and fall of her ribs under my arm. The scent of her hair fills my nose as I drift off to sleep.
At some point, I wake with a massive hard-on. It’s pitch black, and Avery grinds her ass against me in her sleep.
Still half asleep, I trail my hand over the curve of her hip, and flick my finger under the edge of her panties. She’s wet and she wants me. Fuck, I need to be in this pussy.
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