Levi
It's amazing how a bug roughly the size of two millimeters can fuck up your entire day. Although the school nurse, pharmacy technician at the drug store, and the woman behind us in the checkout line all told me how common it is for children to get lice, I never had it as a child. I didn't understand what the big deal was. It's just some bugs and I'll wash the bugs out.
Wrong. I was so wrong. The bugs have taken over Brody's entire head and you can't just wash these fuckers out.
After treating his head with the stuff from the drug store, I spent close to two hours going through each individual strand of his coarse hair trying to pull out the nits those sneaky lice laid all over his head. This was after I finally could differentiate between a flake that easily moves in hair, and a somewhat translucent nit that sticks to the strands of hair near the scalp. Brody sat there like a champ as I played one of his favorite movies for him and tried to go through his hair with my big hands.
I've vacuumed the apartment twice and now I'm in the process of washing his sheets. I'm exhausted and this day feels like it will never end. When I finally get a chance to sit down on the couch I grab my phone to call Noah but see I've missed a text from Kendall.
Kendall: The meeting was boring. You didn't miss much. Oh, and we're at a record low for security issues at the club. Well done.
Me: You act like I had something to do with that.
Kendall: I give you all the credit. You're strong and capable.
Me: I'm also usually busy walking the secretary out of the Forbidden Desires office when security issues arise. Those other guys are the ones who deserve the recognition.
Kendall: I'm going to pretend you didn't just blame me for not being there when the fights break out ;) How's Brody doing?
Me: He's fine. I think he's actually happy he gets to watch TV all day and miss school.
Kendall: Did you get all the nits out? I looked up lice and the CDC says it's important to not miss any nits or you might have a reoccurrence if the eggs hatch.
She looked it up. That's sweet that she was worried about him.
Me: If I don't get rid of this and he has an outbreak a few weeks from now I'm shaving his head.
Kendall: You can't shave his head! He has such beautiful curly hair.
Me: Hair grows back. Besides, I'm bald.
Kendall: And bald is sexy on you. It's just cruel on a kid his age. Promise me you won't shave his head! If he has another outbreak I'll take care of it. I'll do anything to protect those curls.
Me: You're weird...and I kind of like it. I promise I won't shave it but I'm holding you to your promise. You're treating his hair if this happens again.
Kendall: Deal.
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Kendall: Is the little guy going to school today?
Me: No. The school has a rule that students have to show no signs of nits for three days before they can come back to school. Looks like he'll be home the rest of the week.
Kendall: Poor kid.
Kendall: So does that mean you'll be out of work all week?
Me: I can't miss work. Laura will be here shortly and watch him so I can sleep. I usually sleep when he's at school since I work all night. When I wake up I'll have just enough time to check his head again before taking the subway in. He's missing baseball this week, too. Luckily the assistant coach is running practice since I can't. It's true what they say. It takes a village.
Kendall: Laura's the one from the farmer's market, right?
Me: Yes. She was heaven sent I swear. One of Brody's doctors set me up with her agency when Brody was eleven months. At the time she was studying sign language in college so she helped teach Brody how to communicate until Brody started attending a pre-school for the deaf. She also took the time to teach me and hooked me up with some online courses. If it wasn't for her patience and wisdom I don't know if I would have had the strength to keep learning.
Kendall: Wow. That's really amazing.
Me: Brody is the amazing one. It's hard for deaf children to learn spoken and written English. American Sign Language and English are so different, but Brody works hard and thrives at English. He's eight and reads at a fifth grade level. He's better than most hearing kids his age.
Kendall: You sound like a proud dad.
Me: I am. He's gone through so much in his short life and he's kicking ass. I attribute a lot of his success to Laura.
Kendall: Have Laura and you ever hooked up?
Me: Why are you asking me that?
Kendall: Because you seem very fond of her.
Me: That's because she's my nanny and has been great to Brody. I consider her part of the family.
Me: And before you ask she's like the sister I never had. Completely platonic.
Kendall: Okay good. I'm willing to be just friends with you if that's all you can handle, but I'll fight any woman who tries to get with you while I'm in the friend bubble.
Me: I never knew you were so territorial.
Standing up from the couch I discreetly leave the room and make my way back to the bedroom. Just knowing she still wants me and is willing to fight for me, makes me horny. I can't control the tent forming underneath my pants. I had to leave the room before Brody started asking questions. It's a couple years too early for that talk.
Kendall: Does that bother you?
Me: Nope. It's hot. I can't remember the last time a woman said she'd fight for me.
Kendall: I'm a fighter in bed, too. Just putting it out there in case you're willing to scratch the whole friend thing.
Me: I think it's wise we stay friends. I don't think I could handle you. If I'm being honest...
Me: Friends are honest, right?
Me: Just thinking about how you fight in bed has me hard.
I shouldn't have just texted that. Sometimes the truth should stay hidden. I'm slowly breaking my own rules and I can't let anything happen between us. It wouldn't be fair to Brody. It would be selfish. But damn, I want her. I hate that she's having this influence on me, but I can't control it.
Kendall: Is this your way of flirting? Because if you were with me right now I'd help you ride that problem out. I wouldn't stop until you released your problem all over me.
HOLY. SHIT.
That text was hot.
I can't believe I'm going to do this.
My hand dips into my pants and releases my erection. Motherfucker! I'm ready to come. I'm so hard and I know just a few strokes will have me coming all over my hand. I send her another text, trying to draw out the moment.
Me: I wouldn't release my problem until you were satisfied with my work. You'd need to ride me until you reached your destination. I'd probably get you there a few times.
I stop texting and finally give into the pleasure I'm dying to have. I lick my palm and fist it around my dick. I begin stroking up and down while I imagine Kendall's long legs in one of her tight pencil skirts, or that maroon low cut blouse she wears with the lace black bra underneath. I love the swell of her breasts and how her hard nipples try to poke free.
"Fuck," I whisper out as I come faster than I want to admit. It feels good to release this tension, but not as good as being with her will feel. I want to devour every part of her. I won't be satisfied until I've come all over her body.
Maybe going five years without sex was a bad thing. Just as I felt I was handling abstinence well, Kendall comes along and makes me crave sex with her so much I'm worried I'll become a nymphomaniac.
I clean up the mess on my hands before sitting back on my bed and sending her another text.
Me: Damn it. I want you.
Kendall: It's about fucking time you admit it. I want you, too.