Overlooked(2)(125)
Hunter shakes his head slowly. “No, she died when Harry was a baby.”
My face falls. As much as hearing he’s single excites me, it’s so sad to hear about a child without a mother.
“Sorry,” I say.
Hunter presses his lips tight together, and shrugs.
“Harry didn’t want to come today, because of the bully. That’s why I was late. I had to convince him to come, and reassure him that he’d have fun. I don’t want him to miss out on things because of a bully.”
“You should report the bully to the school.”
“That’s my next step, Penny. I was hoping it was just a one-week pick-on-the-new-kid issue, but this is the end of the second week.”
“Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know.”
“Do you know all the kids in first grade? Maybe you know if the bully has a history of this sort of thing.”
“Maybe. Who is it?” I ask.
“His name is Jack,” Hunter says, spitting out the name.
My eyes flare. There is only one Jack in first grade, and he’s my son.
Hunter
“Jack? But—” Penny says, furrowing her brow.
“Here’s my money, sir,” a little girl says, shoving her fist in my face.
The magic show must be finished. Suddenly a dozen kids are in front of us, demanding tokens for the bouncy castle.
Penny and I resume taking cash and handing out tokens. The whole time all I can think about are those full lips wrapped around my cock.
I had no idea there was such a beautiful mother at school. And she’s single.
This town is looking better by the minute.
After my wife died, I didn’t date anyone seriously. Only some meaningless bar pickups. Is it acceptable to hook up with another parent at your child’s school?
I let my leg move back against Penny’s. She doesn’t move away, so I leave it there and let the contact fill me with heat.
There’s another lull in the line of children.
With nothing else to do, all I can think about is taking Penny into the bouncy castle and giving her the ride of her life.
Another hour passes, and Penny and I chat easily in the lulls. She’s funny and smart, and the more I talk to her, the sexier and more irresistible she becomes.
She still hasn’t moved her leg, and neither have I.
What’s the protocol on this? Is it okay to pick someone up at a PTA event?
“Only five minutes left, five minutes everyone! Then we will be drawing the raffle. If you haven’t got your tickets yet, get them now,” Kate’s voice shouts into the PA system.
Kate is the only other person I really know at the school so far. I guess as head of the PTA, her job is to welcome new parents. Or else, sucker new parents into helping at PTA events.
The party seems to be thinning out, I guess parents are bored of the event and can wait until Monday to find out if their child has won a prize in the raffle.
“You know, I have to run. And find my son because—” Penny says, her rambling voice halting between words.
She still hasn’t moved her leg away from mine.
“No problem,” I say, rubbing my hand on her knee. Her skin is soft, and I struggle to keep my dick in check.
“So, I’ll see you around?” she says, not moving.
“Are you busy tonight?” I ask, not sure when else I’ll get a chance to ask her out.
She pauses, lost in thought, before saying, “I’ll have to sort out childcare.”
“Don’t worry, I have a live-in nanny, just bring your son over for a playdate.”
Penny’s face turns white.
“Actually, I just remembered, my son has a sleepover tonight so it’s fine. But thank you. For both offers.”
“So I’ll pick you up at eight?” I ask, leaning towards her.
She smells like flowers and sweetness, and I close my eyes to savor the scent.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman like her in my arms. Not since my wife was killed in the car accident.
Penny’s breath grows slow and heavy at my nearness. She raises her eyes to mine, and I capture them in my gaze. I hold on to them, both enjoying the way it’s making her squirm and demanding an answer.
“Sounds good,” she says, her lips forming a perfect O.
I resist the urge to crush my mouth against them. Instead, I hold my lips inches from hers while holding her eyes in mine.
For several moments, the world vanishes and all that exists is the electric chemistry between Penny and me.
“Dad! Dad! Look what I won!” Harry shouts, breaking the spell.
“Wow, let me see,” I say, bolting upright.
“It’s a giant bag of candy!”
“I have to go, I am late,” Penny says, standing.
I glance up at her and smiled. “See you at eight.”