Avery
I get in my car, but forget what I was going to the store to buy. Did that really just happen?
My body is buzzing all over. The super hot guy from next door kissed me and is coming over tomorrow morning for more.
Knox and I just agreed to be fuck buddies.
Daytime ones, apparently. That suits me just fine, I’m into some afternoon delight.
Sure, this way I don’t get to be held by a man in bed at night, but it certainly solves me dishing out sex tips to the masses even though I live a nun-like lifestyle. There’s still no relationship in my immediate future — and I most certainly do not want a relationship with Knox anyway.
His terms were perfect for me. It’s like he read my mind.
And damn, going by the way he kisses, he knows what he’s doing. Dear God, the way he tasted, I thought my knees would buckle. What else can he do with those lips?
No more overpowered vibrators for this woman.
I can barely wait until tomorrow. The first thing I’m going to do is run my hands all over those tattoo-covered muscles of his, the ones I’ve been staring at out the window. The second thing is to see if that bulge in his pants really is as big as it seemed today — because there’s no denying the raging hard-on he had just now, but damn, Nathan sure never had anything so big in his pants.
I want my body pressed against his right this minute. Why did I hide in my house all week?
That’s fine. It’s been over six months since I had sex. One more night isn’t going to make a difference. Besides, I need time to cool down and collect myself. The way my mind is racing now, like a horny teenager, I’d just embarrass myself all over again.
Thinking of which, Darla is going to die when I tell her.
No, she’s probably going to thank him for making the arrangement so she didn’t have to.
Sitting in the car, I close my eyes and try to remember whatever it is I needed so badly that I risked leaving my house for. It’s probably milk, but I’ve lost interest.
I get out of the car and go back in the house.
The first thing I do is shave my legs.
Next, I go through my large lingerie collection given to me free and added to weekly by different lingerie designers for me to showcase in my videos.
Do I go full naughty straight away, or stick with something tamer like simple blue satin panties?
I have all night to think about it, I’ll decide in the morning.
Instead, I spend the evening trying to think of other things. I check my fan mail, and answer some questions on social media.
In the end, I’m still buzzing and wind up editing videos until after midnight.
Somehow I manage to resist the urge to FaceTime Darla and tell her the news. I figure we have to act on this arrangement at least once before it’s actually official. At least in her eyes.
Though an hour later, still hyper with the idea, I send her a text:
I don’t want to talk about this now but Knox and I are apparently now neighbors with benefits. Do not call, I won’t answer, xoxo
She’ll want too many details, and ask all sorts of questions I don’t have the answer to right now. Like how big and straight is his cock. It’s better I avoid the conversation altogether, or she’ll end up killing my buzz.
In bed, I toss and turn. Every time I close my eyes, my memory is flooded with his manly smell, the feel of his lips are on mine and I’m just about to reach out and touch his powerful biceps.
My body begs me to reach for the Xtreme Buzz, but I won’t. I can’t. I want to carry this tension through to our morning rendezvous.
I dream about him all night and wake up wet. Forget the blue panties, I’m going with the black lace thong and matching black lace bra.
After showering, I put them on and wonder what to throw on overtop. Would wearing only a housecoat be too forward? Probably. What happens if it’s someone else at the door like a delivery person? I wind up wearing a navy maxi dress with a halter top that shows off my cleavage. I bought it for Nathan’s sister’s wedding last September.
It was the night before we broke up for good, and the last time I had sex. I figured it was fitting, and that I’d be putting a nice bookend on this dry spell.
At eight, before I am completely ready, my doorbell rings. Knox is on my doorstep, in track pants and an old T-shirt and unshaven. He’s underdressed and earlier than I’d expected, but I’m not complaining.
“Hey,” I say, trying to sound cool and collected and not like the desperate, horny woman who hasn’t-been-touched-by-a-man-in-six-months I am.
“Avery,” Knox says, sounding far too serious.
Was it all a joke? Is he backing out on his own idea?
“Yeah?” I say tentatively.
“I need your help. With Piper.”
“With Piper? What’s up?” I ask, my brow furrowed.
“This morning she got her first. Her first… you know.”
“Period?”
Knox’s eyes slowly shut and open again.
“Yes. But it hurts, real bad. I don’t know what to do.”
“Cramps?”
“She’s scared,” he says, his eyes pleading.
“Did you give her a hot water bottle?”
“No,” he says, confused. “I don’t have a hot water bottle.”
“How do you have a girl that age and not have a hot water bottle? You need to be prepared,” I snap.
Knox’s face falls, “I’ll go buy one.”
“I’ll bring mine first. I’m coming right over to calm her down. I’ll give you a shopping list of things to buy. You have tampons and stuff, right?” I say.
“Some. How many do you need each month?”
“It depends,” I say. I feel bad now. He’s in way over his head and I should’ve been more helpful instead of snapping about the water bottle.
Running upstairs, I grab the hot water bottle from the bathroom before running back downstairs again and handing it to him. I follow Knox across the lawn and into his house. Piper is in her pajamas, lying on the couch.
“Hey, Piper,” I say, walking over and perching myself on the edge of the couch.
“Avery,” she says, a weak smile on her face.
“Your dad told me what’s going on. I brought you a hot water bottle, your dad’s filling it up now. It’ll help a lot with your cramps.”
“It hurts so bad,” she says.
“Down low?” I ask, pointing on my own body.
“Yes, right here.”
“That’s normal, sweetie, don’t worry at all. The hot water bottle will help, plus you can take some Tylenol. And you don’t have to move from this couch all day. But don’t worry, it’s only temporary.”
I turn my head to the side, and realize Knox is standing there listening to us. He looks both helpless and mortified.
“Thanks, Avery,” Piper says as I take the bottle from Knox and pass it to her.
“It’s your dad who got it,” I say. “I’m just going to get something from the kitchen.”
Knox follows me into the kitchen and I grab a pen and pad of paper from the table to write out the list of what she’ll need.
“Thank you,” he says.
“No problem. You’re obviously in over your head.” He winces, and I add, “Like any man would be. I’m going to write out a shopping list. You go get it. I’ll stay here and keep Piper company.”
“Can she go to school today?” he asks.
“As much as I really want her to, that would be cruel to the poor girl.”
“I’ll phone the school, then go get the shit on your list.”
He acts like he doesn’t even remember what we were supposed to be doing this morning.
Knox quickly makes me a coffee and leaves for the store. I sit back down with Piper and she asks me a million questions about periods. I answer in my best YouTuber voice.