Overlooked(1)(188)

Thirteen years later, I haven’t broken my word to her. There’s no way I can fuck that up now.

Still, my mind wanders to the swell of Avery’s tits under that top she had on last night. I can’t help wondering what she looks like naked. I tell myself she’s nowhere near as good as I’m imagining, and that this whole thing is getting out of control.

I need to get my dick in line. This is what happens when you don’t get regular sex. I haven’t fucked anyone since Mrs Coupland moved. That’s what this is, is all. A serious case of blue balls.

It’s almost six, and they should be home soon. I don’t understand how it takes five hours to buy bras.

Good thing I didn’t have to go. I’d have made Piper get the first thing she saw. We would’ve been in and out of Target in five minutes.

Somehow I don’t think Piper would’ve been happy with that.

Regardless, Avery’s coming here for pizza. Tonight it would be nice to make it through the night with the ability to stand and walk her to the door like a normal person. Unlike last night, when I had such a raging hard-on that I couldn’t stand and anyone would’ve seen the gigantic bulge in my jeans.

The only way to solve that is with a quick release, to keep my dick from getting too excited when it hears her voice.

Minutes later, I’m in the bathroom with the door locked, in case they come home anytime soon.

My hard cock is in my hand and I’m doing my best to think of anyone but Avery. I think of Charlize Theron. I think of Beyoncé. I think of Jennifer Lawrence. But my mind keeps running back to the sounds Avery made when she was smushed up against her window screen.

The memory of each little sound sends my cock stiffer and makes my back tense. Tingles radiate from my groin through my entire body, and I keep stroking, remembering the look of her face as she came.

I want that look for me. A shudder rips through me as cum spurts from my cock. Fuck, I’ve got to stop doing this. I need to stop fantasizing about her while jerking off.

Except I keep saying that, and I keep doing it. Like I’m some kind of pimply teenager with his first crush.

After cleaning myself up, I head into the living room to relax while I wait for Piper and Avery to get home.

I promised Piper pizza. What’s Avery’s favorite type of pizza? It’s probably spinach or something girly. That’s fine, I can order whatever, I’ll just get a meat lover for myself.

Since it’s after six, I order two pizzas, one meat lover and one vegetarian so we won’t have to wait for them after they get home.

At six thirty, Piper flies through the door, slamming it behind her. Her arms are loaded down with bags. I assume she spent every penny I gave her.

Piper’s buzzing with adrenaline. She flits into the living room and dumps the contents of her bags onto the couch.

“Where’s Avery?” I ask.

“She went home. Said she’s not feeling well. Thinks she’s coming down with something.”

Bullshit. She’s hiding from me. Maybe I gave her too much of a hard time last night.

Leaving Piper to examine her hoard, I go over to Avery’s and ring the doorbell. Nothing. I knock on the door. She doesn’t answer. But I know she’s in there, so I pound a little harder.

“Avery,” I yell through the door.

Silence. She’s hiding.

A smirk forms on my face and I silently laugh at how much I’ve rattled her. Another time.

The pizza delivery guy arrives while I’m standing on her doorstep. I wander back to meet him at his car. After paying him, I take both pizzas and wonder what to do with the vegetarian.

It doesn’t take long to decide to leave it on Avery’s doorstep.

“Here’s your pizza I ordered you. I’m leaving it on your doorstep, you can get it after I go home — since I know how you don’t want me to catch your cold and all,” I yell through her door.

Back inside, I put the meat lover pizza on my kitchen table and get out two plates.

“Pizza,” I call.

Piper bounds into the room, wearing a different outfit than the one she arrived home in.

“Those new clothes? They’re nice,” I say, trying to relate to the girl.

“Thanks. Avery helped me pick them.”

I don’t dare ask about the bras she went to buy.

“So you had fun?”

“Yes, Avery’s so awesome. And guess what, she had lots of fun last night and really likes you. Like, really likes you.”

That’s why she had to run home and hide.

“Oh,” I say, not wanting to enter into this sort of conversation with her.

After the pizza is gone, I sit through a fashion show of Piper modeling all her new clothes in various combinations. Fortunately she doesn’t mention the bras either.