Overlooked(1)(187)

And had lots of amazing sex and I wouldn’t be an internet fraud, the way I am now.

Piper and I are going out at one. I need to eat lunch first, but a thought hits me. I quickly change my shirt so I’m not wearing the same clothes as the Don’t be Annoying video, and hit record.

“I know my pages are generally aimed at couples in relationships, but today I want to talk about casual sex. Because we all can’t be in a relationship all the time, can we? And we have needs. Needs that sometimes just can’t be fulfilled on our own, no matter how powerful our toys. So what do we do? Suppress those urges? Or find someone to scratch them? Say someone you’d never, ever be interested in a relationship with, because they’re a jerk or whatever. I’d be interested in hearing your opinions on this issue, just comment on this video and maybe we can get a good discussion going.”

I hope my viewers can tell me what to do, I need their help, for once.

“Do we find someone we know we could and would never, ever have a real relationship with, but that we find really sexy? Or do we only find them in our minds and fantasies and stay solo until another real relationship starts?”

I spend the rest of the morning editing it. Fueled by the anger I felt while videoing it, I bump my originally planned video to next week and post my Nathan bitchfest Don’t be Annoying. After a moment, I publish the second as well. I call it F*ck Buddies.

The doorbell rings, and I realize it’s one o’clock and I still haven’t eaten. I head downstairs, and let Piper in.

“Hey, Piper. Have you eaten? I haven’t had time yet, I’m just going to grab a quick sandwich.”

“No problem. Sorry we didn’t have any dessert last night.”

I laugh, “That doesn’t matter, it was fun hanging out with you guys.”

“My dad really likes you.”

“He does? He barely said anything.”

“He never talks much. He likes to listen.”

Maybe that’s why Piper talks so much, since he doesn’t someone had to.

“Is he like that with everyone?”

She shrugs, “Don’t know. I think so. But he agrees with me that you’re really pretty and beautiful and funny.”

I laugh, why is she saying this? Is this part of his attempt to drill me? Was he serious when he said that? When he first said it I thought he was serious, but this morning I wondered if he was joking and decided it was all an attempt to embarrass me more after the Xtreme Buzz thing.

Which reminds me, I must never talk to him again. Or even see him. And I definitely can’t let him see me. Which will be tricky, since I live next to him and seem to spend a lot of time hanging out with his daughter, but I’ll figure out a way.

“What’s your favorite pizza?”

“Meat Lovers,” I say. I’m getting used to her quick changes of topics.

“We’re going to order pizza tonight. You’re coming, right?”

I try to keep my face from looking too horrified while I think of an excuse not to go.

“I’m really sorry, but I have some work I have to get done for tomorrow.”

“But it’s Sunday tomorrow.”

“It’s not fair, is it? But you know editors.”

“That’s so cool. I can’t believe I’m living next to a real, live author.”

How long can I keep this writing-a-book facade up?

“You know what, I’m good with eating a banana in the car. Ready to shop till you drop?” Because the faster we get out of here, the less chance there is of him seeing me.





Knox

Piper insists on Avery coming here for pizza after their shopping trip. Fine by me, I enjoy toying with her.

Though if I’m not careful, I won’t be able to control my cock, and I’ll end up with her bent over my kitchen counter. Actually, forget that. I want her on her back so I can hear her sex kitten voice as I make her purr.

I figure I may as well get some work done while Piper’s out, and head into my garage to work some more on the blue Corvette. As I’m bent over the car, I can’t help hearing the echoes of Avery’s voice as she moaned out the window that day.

Standing, I turn to look up at her window and remember the look on her face. If that’s what I do to her when I’m standing ten feet away, I’d love to see what she does when she’s in my arms.

My mind runs wild with all sorts of possibilities for her. The ideas are endless.

Except one thought hits me. Piper.

The day it became clear that Piper was my responsibility to raise, I promised her I wouldn’t expose her to a string of girls. That I’d give her as stable an environment to grow up in as a twenty-two-year old was capable of providing.