Knox
I’m standing in the female aisle of the drug store, trying to decipher Avery’s list. How are there so many different types of things? Things I know nothing about, and don’t fucking want to know anything about.
I chuck five of everything on her list in the cart. The more I buy now, the less often I have to come to this aisle. It’s the mystery aisle as far as I’m concerned. I don’t belong here. Next time I’m going to shop online.
On the way home, I pull my prized possession, my ’62 Thunderbird that I restored myself, into the best diner in town. I order a stack of pancakes and two stacks of waffles along with a mountain of bacon to go.
I wonder what else Piper would want. It’s hard to keep up with her likes these days. Or Avery. I should get her some fruit salad or something. Fuck it.
When I get home, I enter the house through the back door, straight into the kitchen.
Dropping all the drug store bags on the floor, I set the two bags of food on the counter. Piper wants waffles, bacon and lots of syrup. I load up her plate and take it to her in the living room.
Avery appears by my side, and says, “Something smells good.”
“Waffles and pancakes. Want some?”
“Hell, yeah. But I smell bacon, is there some for me?”
I point to the bag with the bacon in it. “Help yourself.”
While I lay out a plate for Piper, Avery rips open the bacon bag. Her nose turns up at the contents. What was she expecting?
“Is this all?”
“All what?”
“All the bacon you got?” she asks, snarling.
“There’s tons there.”
“It’s for three people.”
Avery picks up a crispy piece and takes a bite. I watch motionless as she eats the whole damn thing in the most erotic way a piece of bacon has ever been eaten. When she finishes, she slowly sucks the grease off her fingertips, her lips pucker around each finger. I cannot drag my eyes off her and I think she knows it.
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.”
I smirk. “Oh? I didn’t realize authors couldn’t work in the dark.”
“It’s my eyes,” she blurts. “The screen hurts them when I use it in the dark.”
I have to purse my lips to stop from laughing and tighten my jaw. I don’t want her to know I know what she does.
“Thanks for helping out Piper. I really appreciate it,” I say, changing the subject.
“It’s just too bad her mother abandoned her for her charity work in Africa. Piper could really use a mother on days like this.”
What the fuck? That’s the second time she’s mentioned Africa. What’s Piper been telling her? I’m not even going to enter into that conversation with her. Just because I’m going to fuck her doesn’t mean she needs to go sticking her nose in my business.
I hesitate and say, “Sure.”
“Anyway, I promised Piper I’d come back for dinner. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“No problem at all.” It’ll just be a few more hours of me listening to them talk and trying not to look at Avery’s tits.
“Thanks. Really, I just need to take off this g-string I put on for you this morning. It’s not exactly intended to be worn for very long. It’s been killing me all day.”