Overlooked(1)(195)

All night long I’ve been dreaming of those lips and what I was planning on putting between them today. I can’t help but notice her cleavage today. She must be wearing some sort of cleavage-enhancing bra or I hadn’t paid enough attention to that part of her body, given that I was focused on her other assets. I curse myself for doing it, but let my mind wonder about what she’s wearing underneath that dress.

I’m hit with the urge to drop to my knees and climb under that big, long skirt to find out. It’s no secret it’s hiding a luscious pair of legs that need to be explored with my mouth, but what else is it covering?

“Have another,” I say, motioning my head to the bag.

A coy smile forms on her lips, and she repeats the process with another crispy piece of bacon.

Is she intentionally toying with me? I can’t decide. But whether she is or isn’t, we’re already risking my biggest rule. I said no whiff of this anywhere near Piper. And I have to walk in there and hand Piper her food, and I can’t do that right now because I’ve got a massive tent pole in my sweat pants.

Shaking my head, I look away to keep my focus on Piper. I clear my throat and think of anything except Avery. When that doesn’t work, I think of the way Avery told me I was a shitty dad for not being prepared for Piper’s stuff this morning.

When I’m finished piling food on Piper’s plate, I carry it into the living room.

“Wow, thanks, Dad,” Piper says, bolting up into a seated position.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

On my way back to the kitchen to fix my plate, I pass Avery. Her plate is piled high with more food than I think can physically fit in her tight body. You can’t even see the top of her waffles because she’s covered them in bacon. She wasn’t kidding about the bacon. I hope she left lots for me.

Two pieces. Two fucking flimsy, non-crispy pieces of bacon. Did she really think that was going to be enough for me?

I pile the rest of the food on my plate, still grumbling about the lack of meat, and join them in the living room.

Piper is sitting beside Avery on the couch, both enjoying their bacon. I sit in the armchair.

Avery looks at me, grinning, as she says, “Payback for the veggie pizza,” before stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth in the same erotic way.

I ignore her and start stuffing my face with breakfast.

Should I ask Piper how she’s feeling? What am I supposed to say to her? Or should I be pretending everything’s normal?

This is the new normal. Just another sign my baby girl is gone.

I just wish I knew what to say to her. It was bad enough I didn’t know what to do for her this morning. Now I don’t even know how to act.

They yammer on about God knows what while I try to chime in once in awhile. Otherwise, I stare at the TV. Law & Order. Of course. That’s okay, Piper deserves it today.

Whatever this episode is about is a mystery to me. My brain is stuck on the memory of Avery licking the bacon grease from her fingers. And of her cleavage. I keep taking quick looks at it, her round tits jiggle with each movement.

I can’t sit here any longer. Things would get awkward.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve really got to get some work done. Are you all right if I go out to the garage and work?”

“Sure, Dad. Avery’s here so go ahead.”

Forcing a half smile at her, I stand and flee the house.

Under the hood of the blue Corvette, I finally start to relax. This is something I can understand. Not thirteen-year-old girls.

But Piper quickly vanishes from my mind, and all I can see is Avery’s tits, front and center.

This is crazy. We only agreed to the fuck-buddy thing yesterday. Why have I turned into a horny, desperate teenager overnight? Just because I haven’t been inside a woman since Mrs Coupland moved and I lost my babysitter?

Or just because I’ve got myself all fired up watching Avery’s videos every night? And because I know how fucking amazing she sounds when she comes. I need to coax those sounds out for myself and hear them in my own ears.

Is Piper going to go to school tomorrow? I don’t want to push her. But tomorrow is Friday, and Avery and I are going to have to wait the whole weekend if Piper stays home.

And right now, I don’t think I can wait the whole weekend. In fact, I know I can’t.

I work for a good couple of hours and make good progress on the car. Avery and Piper can get their own lunches, I’m hungry, but I’ll survive. There’s no way I can handle being around Avery right now.

“Hey,” Avery says. Her voice sends a shiver down my back.

“Hey,” I say, ducking out from under the hood.

“I’ve got some work to do, sorry. I’d love to sit with Piper for the whole day, but I’ve got to work before it gets dark.”