But the thought of some boy kissing Piper is too much.
“It depends on the guy. Only the jerks would talk about that, you can do better.”
“Maybe I should talk to Avery about it,” she says.
“Why? You can talk to me about it.”
“I don’t know. Because you’re a man.”
“Yeah, and I know how men think. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re still young.” Too young to be hanging around with boys.
Fuck. I have to make sure she never goes to any classic car rides. Too much shit goes on at them. Shit she’s too good for.
“I’ll be in high school in a few months,” Piper whines.
“But for the next few weeks, you’re still in middle school.”
She grumbles and takes a big mouthful of the chili. We eat in silence for a few minutes. I’m hungry, and it’s enough time to finish my food. I stand and refill my plate from the pot on the stove.
“Want more?” I ask.
“No, thanks. We should have Avery over for dinner.”
“Where did that come from?”
“She’s soooo amazing. You would love her. Can she come over for dinner? Can she?” Her smile is ear to ear.
“No.” As if. I’m not inviting her into my home. That would just be asking her to stick her nose in more places. Avery would probably tell me my cooking isn’t good enough for my daughter, or that her bedroom isn’t nice enough.
“Why not? That’s not fair. She’s funny, I know you’d like her. Why can’t she come over?”
Why would I like someone who tells me I’m a bad father?
“Because I said so. Why should she?”
“Because she’s our neighbor, and she’s great. She’s way more fun than Mrs Coupland,” Piper says, her eyes wide.
“Mrs Coupland never came for supper either.”
“But, Dad.”
“No buts,” I say in my firmest voice.
Defeated, she sinks back into her chair and finishes her dinner.
We watch two episodes of Law & Order before she goes to bed. Like every night, I flop exhausted on the couch and wonder how I’m going to make it through the teenage years.
I churn it around in my brain until I get fed up with thinking about it.
After flicking through all the channels on TV, I give up on finding something to take my mind off things, and decide I’d better check Avery’s YouTube channel to make sure I’m not on it.
The video she posted today is called Hot and Bothered. It turns out to be her talking about a book. An instruction manual on how to have good sex. Avery talks about how wonderful and amazing the book is.
“Every single person is guaranteed to learn a new sex tip in this, I promise you,” Avery says in her sultry voice.
Don’t think so.
Something comes over me. Before I can stop myself, I’ve registered a YouTube account and type out a response on my iPad.
Ox Man: I promise you I can teach you more than what’s in that book, guaranteed. Anytime you want a lesson, baby.
I chuckle out loud as I read it back. What will she make of it?
Before I know it, I’ve watched five more of her videos, and I’m sitting on my bed with my rock hard cock in my hand. This is stupid, I know. I shouldn’t be associating the meddler with a reason to get a chubby.
But right now I can’t help myself.
I stare at her full lips as they move, her voice sending shivers down my back. Gripping my cock, I imagine running the tip along her lips. How soft they’d be against me, before silencing her sexy voice by ramming my full length over her tongue and down her throat.
My hand moves faster and faster over my shaft while the memory of her voice puts my body on higher and higher edge. I imagine undoing more of those buttons she had on today, and picture what her tits look like. What shape they take as they hang braless from her body.
Avery says, “When she’s good and wet, and I mean dripping wet, put your cock in her and…”
I don’t hear the and. The thought of my cock moving in her dripping wet pussy makes my cock erupt. My body shudders violently, and I flop back onto the bed to let the ecstasy wash over me.
After a few minutes, I curse myself for what I’ve done. I have to stop watching her videos. I have to stop thinking of her voice when I come. It pisses me off that I didn’t have more restraint.
Avery
It’s Friday, and a beautiful day outside. It’s seventy five degrees, the warmest day of the year so far, and I’ve opened every window in the house to air it out. The goal is to totally eliminate the lingering smell of the last owner and make it all mine.
Because it is all mine. Not one single penny came from anyone else. The thought fills me with pride.