"Don't you have to see Avery or something?"
"Oh don't worry, I'm seeing Avery all right. She's going to fill me in on all the little details," Darla shifts her eyes to my crotch. "Or the big ones. I'll find out, won't I?"
I turn my back on her and stick my head under the hood.
"Nice fucking ass. Avery hit the jackpot with you."
I clear my throat, she needs to get the fuck out of here.
"I can picture you pumping away with it," Darla says, and spanks me.
Bile fills me and my nostrils flare. This chick needs to leave. Now. And never touch me or talk to me again. I keep my head under the hood and ignore her.
"Darla! I thought I heard you out my window," Avery says.
Leaving the sanctity of my engine, I stand to my full height. Avery's jogging down my driveway. My eyes are drawn by her tits bouncing, and I wish I had a longer driveway.
"Hey, babe," Darla squeals, and they hug.
"What're you doing here? My driveway's on the other side," Avery says.
"I came to introduce myself to this fine specimen of a man you're hooking up with."
My dick twitches at the idea of hooking up with Avery. Right now it feels like it's never going to happen.
"Silly, you're supposed to let me introduce you," Avery says.
"No way, you'd take too long and never get around to it. Plus I had to tell him to get tested, because you probably wouldn't even think of that."
Avery blushes and she looks over at me, her eyes wide.
"What else did you tell him?"
"Not much, I just got here. I haven't had the chance yet to tell him you like a man who takes charge, and that your last boyfriend was too lame to deliver on the goods." Darla turns to me and says, "You can do whatever you want to this one, if you know what I mean."
My lips curl into a smile. The idea of fucking Avery just keeps getting better and better. Monday is going to be a fun day, if I can last that long.
Avery
Once again, I want the earth to open and swallow me whole. Why does this happen around Knox?
Though anything with Darla involved is going to lead to all sorts of things. Why does she do these things to me?
My cheeks hurt from burning with embarrassment. I can't even look at Knox.
"Come on," I say, taking Darla's hand and dragging her down the driveway.
"Toodles," she says to Knox, over her shoulder.
"Stop bugging him."
"You weren't kidding when you said he was a dick."
"Yeah, so don't make it even worse for me. But he's not actually a dick when you get to know him. He's just hard to get to know."
Why am I defending him? Just because he gave me a mind-blowing visit this morning.
I open my door, and we step into my house.
"Here we are, my very own house. Want a tour?" I ask.
"Not really. I want to talk about Knox."
My shoulders drop. When Darla gets something in her teeth, she won't let go until she shakes it to death.
"We wanted to spend time together today, but his daughter's home."
"And by spend time together, you mean fuck?"
"Yes," I say, sighing.
"No problem. I'll just go over there and tell the kid you two are going on a date."
"No! I fucking mean it, Darla. She must never, ever even suspect anything is going on between us. That's his number one rule. If the kid finds out, the deal is off. And I really fucking don't want the deal to be off so I'm telling you now, if you say something it will not be funny or cute. It will end this. Before it's really even started."
"What do you mean before it's started? You mean you haven't done it yet?"
I shake my head.
"What's the hold up?"
"The girl, Piper. She's been off school. So you have to promise me, you can't say anything to her. Or you'll ruin everything and turn me back into a nun," I say, my voice pleading.
"Shit. Okay, I get it. I promise I won't do anything to fuck it up."
"And neither of them know about the vlogging, they can't find out."
"Of course, I get it." Darla hugs me, and I struggle not to break down in her arms. I don't know why. It must be the craziness of the last two days. As much as I've missed her famous hugs, but all I can think of is what it was like being in Knox's arms.
"Thanks."
"You must be desperate to get him in bed. We'll figure something out."
I breathe deep, my mind flowing back to the couch this morning. I don't know if that made me more or less desperate for more.
Darla follows me through to the kitchen, where my laptop is open on the table. She makes her living vlogging too, and we always have lots of information and learning to share. We each have over two million subscribers now, but our goal is ten.
"Did they take the troll comments down?" she asks.
"Not yet. They said they're investigating."
"Let me see them again," Darla says, and drags my laptop across the table. I open my YouTube page and click on one of the videos.
Hung like a Donkey: U talk bullshit
Ox Man: She talks like an angel
Hung like a Donkey: now u talk bullshit
Ox Man: Fuck you, you pimply virgin
Darla and I look at each other, our brows furrowed. The other comments weren't there yesterday.
"What the fuck. Who is Ox Man?" I ask.
I click into another video.
Hung like a Donkey: Ur already stupid but U need to be spanked
Ox Man: I'll fucking hunt you down and beat your sorry ass into oblivion if you keep harassing her
Hung like a Donkey: Ooo, listen to the big man, how u going to do that?
Ox Man: I have my ways, cocksucker, want to test me?
"This is fucking weird," I say, staring at the screen.
"Are there more?"
"Let's see," I say and click into another video.
Hung like a Donkey: Go get some so u know what you're saying
Ox Man: The only thing you know is the palm of your hand.
Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u
Ox Man: Touchy. Keep on dreaming about fucking someone one day
Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u
Ox Man: Fuck off out of here and leave Avery alone
Melissa Chick: Yeah, what Ox Man said. Move along, little man
This is weird. I don't know if it's good or bad. At least I have fans who'll defend me.
"Are you Ox Man?" I ask.
"Fuck that shit. I'd be Vixen or Black Widow or something. Is it you?"
"No. No, no, no. I don't do that kind of stuff."
"The internet is weird," Darla says, and shuts the lid. "But forget about it, it'll all get taken down soon anyway."
"I know."
"Right now we have bigger issues, like getting that hottie out there in your bed. Let me babysit the kid tonight, I promise I'll be on my best behavior."
"She's not my daughter, it isn't up to me," I say, laughing.
"Do you think we can convince Knox?"
"I don't know, he's pretty protective of her."
"We'll just have to convince him. It shouldn't be too hard, go put on a tighter top."
"Wait. We might have an easier chance if you can win Piper over first. Then she'll beg her dad to let you babysit."
"Fine by me."
"Wait. We're going to need a reason he's going out, and I can't babysit."
"Fuck this shit, this is like being in middle school."
Before I can react to her outburst, Darla stands and storms out of my house. My heart races as I stand and chase her.
She hustles straight into Knox's garage.
"Hey," she barks at Knox, drawing his attention.
His face falls, and his lips tighten as he glares at her. Maybe this is a bad idea. Darla keeps going until she's standing next to him, and I race up beside her, placing myself between them. Close enough that Knox's manly scent engulfs me.
He looks at us like we're unwelcome door-to-door salesmen.
"We were thinking," I start, "that Darla can babysit Piper."
"What for?" he says.
"So you two can fuck, obviously," Darla says.
Knox's eyes bore into Darla like lasers. I glare at her, willing her to shut up. I position my body between Knox and Darla, drawing his attention to me.
"Tonight. Darla can babysit, and you can come over."
My cheeks flush. Darla is the forward one, not me. This is out of character, and I'm not all that comfortable with it, but I have needs in the form of a burning desire between my legs.
Knox looks at the ceiling of the garage, either deliberating or figuring out how to tell us to get lost. I've got nothing to lose now.
I hold his arm, go up on my toes, lower my voice and say, "I'll wear the blue blouse."
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows my words.
Knox leans, and growls "Didn't I satisfy you enough this morning?"
Still on my toes and holding his arm, I lean my other hand on his chest and say, "Maybe. Maybe I didn't get the chance to scratch your itch." I bring my lips closer to him, "And I'd really like to scratch your itch."
Dropping off my toes, I can't believe I just said that. Or did that. Or want him so bad.
Darla asks with a smile, "What happened before I got here this morning?"
Shit, I forgot she was here.
Knox
At eight on the dot, the doorbell rings. Piper bounces to the door, the way she's been bouncing around all afternoon. I should've sent her to school, instead of agreeing to this arrangement.
I'm a couple feet away from the front door, when Piper flings it open to reveal Darla standing there.
"Hey Darla, where's Avery?" Piper says, peering her head out the door.
"You know what, she's really sick in bed."