Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I try to stay in character, a prim secretarial candidate, but the mixture of horniness and silliness leaves me giggling.
He sits in his desk chair and scoots forward, spreading my legs wide. He leans forward and without hesitation dives right in, his tongue licking a strip up my center. I lean back on my elbows, and it takes everything in me not to cry out.
Benny is relentless as he eats my pussy like a starving man. When he slides two fingers into my soaking channel and suckles hard on my swollen clit, I come apart immediately, gushing onto his hand and face. I stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from waking the damn dead as pleasure ripples through me.
As I come down from my high, Benny leans back and wipes his mouth, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, Miss Cooper, I do believe you’re hired.”
My mom’s progress is incredible the next few weeks. Even her physical therapist thinks so. She’s made major strides and walks with her cane most of the time, only using the walker when she’s tired.
“It’s because my daughter makes me do all the exercises even when I don’t want to,” she says, but it’s a humble brag and we both know it.
“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. You’re going to be a graduate soon,” the therapist says.
Mom doesn’t say so out loud, but Liam is her motivation. She was determined to be able to take him outside to play in the yard and not have to wrestle the walker. After a couple of weeks of intensive practice, she managed it, and now she and Liam are outside practically all the time. She likes watching him, and she’s the one who offered to keep him a few nights so I can ‘reconnect with old friends. I think she knows what’s up with Benny and me, but she’s not asking questions. She’ll wait until I’m ready to talk about it, which is a change from when I was nineteen, and she grilled me about birth control and staying out too late.
I take Mom and Liam to the movies and out for burgers. It’s a fun night, and I’m grateful to be able to do it. I also miss Benny like crazy. On impulse, I message him after Liam’s asleep and ask if he’d like to pick me up for dinner tomorrow. I’m lying awake at night starting to wonder if I’m ready to tell the truth. To let Benny know Liam, and to let Liam know his thoughtful, loyal, protective father. I know it might cost me Benny for good, but they both deserve to know one another.
He says he’ll pick me up at six. I talk to my mom about it and she rolls her eyes like she wasn’t supposed to notice what I was up to all along. She’ll watch Liam, overnight if I want her to. I hug her.
“What are you doing, Daisy?” she asks, not unkindly. “You know this could very well blow up in your face?”
I nod. “Maybe it’s supposed to. I know what it might cost me, believe me. I just need a few more days, maybe a week. Something nice to remember in case he hates me for the rest of my life, I guess.”
“You’re putting off the inevitable.”
“I’m working on what I’ll say to him,” I say, knowing it sounds stupid.
“Just remember that Liam is the priority,” she says dubiously.
“He always has been, Mom. That’s how I got here in the first damn place.”
As I’m leaving work the next evening, Sasha calls after me.
“See you in half an hour, right?”
“What?”
“Kindergarten open house? It’s at five-thirty. We talked about it last week when the emails went out.”
“Shit,” I say, clap my hand over my mouth. “I’ve got to go get Liam from my mom. I’ll see you there.” I double check the email and see that it’s today, not next week like I put in my calendar. I screwed up the date and now I’ve got to hurry.
At the house, I call out to the backyard for Liam to come change clothes and brush his teeth.
“Why?” he whines, coming to the kitchen door.
“We’ve got to go meet your teacher and see what your class looks like.”
“Now?”
“Guess so, buddy. I had my days mixed up. We gotta hurry.”
I convince Mom to go with us. We pull into the parking lot right at five-thirty, and it’s crowded. A woman greets us, and I get the registration paperwork, the list of supplies. We sit at tiny chairs in the library while I fill out pages of information and Liam plays on my phone.
At last, I finish up and we get directions to his classroom. Sasha’s blowing up my phone by this time asking where we are.
“I’m just slow with paperwork,” I mutter into the phone, “We’re coming.”