Avery
I wake up at seven, a ball of energy. Despite all the physical activity last night, I haven’t felt this good in months.
I’m overflowing with ideas for my vlogs, thanks to Knox. Ideas about things that never even occurred to me before. Or things Nathan would never do. The facesitting, the spanking, the shaving. Fuck me, Knox is good.
Though despite all the incredible sex, the memory that warms me more than anything else, surprisingly, is the laughing and dancing. Although falling asleep in his arms was pretty fucking nice, too. Being with Knox was pure fun.
Just like having supper with him the other night was fun.
Remembering the rules, I sigh. This is an itch-scratching arrangement, and I can’t forget that. I have to get better at suppressing my emotions, is all.
Darla is still asleep. I don’t even know what time Knox left last night. After closing her door to let her sleep in peace, I shower, dress and go into my fake bedroom to shoot some of my new ideas.
Holy shit, this place looks like a bomb went off in it. Dried puddles of shaving cream dot the new carpet, the stuff from my shelves and lingerie rack are strewn around the room, and the bed is a caved-in mess.
I spend half an hour quietly tidying, going over and over what I want to video in my head before I forget it. The bed is a nightmare to get to look good again, and I end up flipping the mattress so there’s no massive ditch in the middle.
Finally I’m ready to shoot my video. Shit. A last careful look in the mirror, and I realize my neck is covered in hickeys. I run the tips of my fingers over the marks. Instead of anger, my mind is filled with the memory of Knox giving them to me, and I have to adjust myself before my panties get too wet.
After digging around in my closet, I find a pretty pink scarf and fasten it around my neck to hide the hickeys. Back in my fake bedroom, I hit record and I start talking.
“Ladies, if you find a man who knows what he’s doing. I mean one who really knows how to treat your body, someone just so utterly amazing he blows your mind, hold onto him tight. Even if it is just a fuck-buddy relationship. Because those men are unicorns, and I think we all know how much every little girl dreams of finding a unicorn. But don’t worry guys, I’m here to teach you how to become a unicorn. Or at least a white horse. Guys, you become one of those types of lovers, and your woman will be begging you to do whatever you want to her.”
How would I have made this video with Nathan as my reference point? That man wasn’t any sort of special, and he certainly didn’t treat my body like I was special.
I talk a bit more, about how a man can learn, trying to give them hope — and more importantly, make them want to watch the rest of my videos and become one of my subscribers.
Still flushed with the excitement of last night, I rush edit the vlog and post it.
After I hit the button, I tap my teeth with my finger, wondering if I should do a shaving video. I definitely want to, but maybe it’s better to wait a couple of weeks, until it isn’t so personal. After all the purpose of my videos are to help people improve their sex lives, not air my sex life. Just because my sex life suddenly went from nunnery to off the scales, doesn’t mean I have to share every detail with my viewers.
At least I have good news in my inbox, the troll comments have been removed and the person who made them banned.
I change my top, and am about to shoot a video about spanking, when Darla bursts into the room.
“I can’t believe you’re in here. You shouldn’t even be able to walk. Was Knox a disappointment?”
I burst out laughing and shake my head no.
“Then why can you walk? You were up until four, I can’t believe you’re even awake.”
“Four? That’s what time he left?”
“Yes babe, I was up all night so you could fuck longer.”
“We fell asleep at midnight.”
“What? No wonder you look so rested” she says, plopping onto the bed.
Darla messes up the bed again, but I’m too busy laughing to tell her to move.
“You should’ve slept on his couch. Got some rest,” I say laughing.
“Can’t. Had the toy boy amuse me online, you know?”
Alarmed, I say, “Piper better not’ve heard.”
“Don’t worry, she was deep asleep by then. I checked.”
“How was she last night? Because I’ll have to kill you if you slipped any info about where Knox was.”
“Don’t worry, the subject didn’t come up once.”
“Did you play a lot of would you rather?”
“Hell, yes. Plus we talked about her mother.”
“What?” I bark. Piper never talks to me about her mother.
“Yeah, I called her out on the Africa bs, and she told me how she doesn’t know anything about her mom. Which is weird, I figured she was going to say her mother died, but apparently she’s alive and kicking.”
“Oh God, please tell me you didn’t say anything to upset her, Knox will go ballistic.”
“Au contraire, she was relieved someone finally saw through the charity work in Africa crap. Piper wants answers, is all. It was a cry for help, I can’t believe you couldn’t tell.”
My brow creases, and I stare at Darla, processing her words. Did Piper need my help, and I missed it? She’s just so bright, I took the Africa thing at face value. Now I feel like an idiot for it.
“Oh,” I mutter.
“Anyway, babe, you still haven’t spilled the dirt on last night. What was he like?”
My body warms and a smile bursts onto my face at the memory of Knox.
“Look at you, speechless and blushing, he must’ve been good,” Darla says, laughing.
“Here, watch the video I just posted,” I say, and hit start on the video.
Darla leans close to watch, her lips pursed as she stifles a laugh.
When the video ends, she says, “Unicorn?”
I bit my bottom lip, nod and say, “He was that good.”
“Or you were just that desperate. Six months since Nathan. And no offense, but he never struck me as a sex god. “
“None taken. Knox couldn’t be more different than him.”
“Lucky you, having him right next door.”
“My weekdays just got a whole lot better, that’s for sure.”
“Hold on, babe, why are you wearing a scarf when it’s hot out?”
Darla tugs at my scarf, pulling it off and exposing my neck. My hand flies up to cover the marks left by Knox. She snorts at the sight of them.
“Shut up. Not one word.” I say with a smile.
She sticks her tongue out at me and we both dissolve into a fit of laughter.
“Look, there he is now,” Darla says, nodding her head to the window.
Knox is in shorts and running shoes, and stretches up as he opens his garage door. The stubble is back, and he looks hotter than ever. My body fills with heat at the sight of him, and my heart races.
He looks up at the window, and I lean back. I’m not sure I want him to see me, not yet.
Two days, that’s how long we have to wait until Piper’s back at school.
Two long days.
We go out for dinner that night and talk shop all evening. Although I have fun with Darla, I keep thinking of Knox.
Darla spends most of Sunday morning in her room, FaceTiming her boy toy. She winds up leaving after lunch. I spend the rest of Sunday wishing Monday would hurry up and get here.