Page 7 of Pining for Dad's Friend On Halloween
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Bailey
I grabbedmy cat mask from my closet before coming down. I needed something to shield me. I pull it off, insisting now to myself that I can keep ittogether.
“Well,” I say, peering through the window, “it’s not raining anymore but I don’t think we’re going to have any trick-or-treaters. Even with power, I don’t think we’d have any. They don’t come to the houses where there’s no decorations. I think I have a string of lights in the basement but they wouldn’t do anygood.”
“Right,” David says, “no power. What good is lights if they don’t light up? It’s too bad there’s no power. I had your dad DVR ‘Scream’ for you last week. We could be watching it rightnow.”
I wiggle in my seat as his eyes graze over me. He thought of me when I wasn’t around. That fact is more enticing than it shouldbe.
“I think I have a ghost downstairs in the basement,” I sayhopefully.
My intention is not to do some last-minute decorating, and it’s not to draw trick-or-treaters to thehouse.
My intention is to get away from David. I’d tried to make him leave, but I knew he would refuse and I don’t really want him to leave, anyway. At the same time, though, I don’t want him to be here out of obligation. All I know is that I’m feeling like an absolute, twisted-up wreck inside. Thank goodness for the big candles I keep stocked in my bathroom. Without them, I might have had to risk letting David see me in just mytowel.
I caught a peek at David as he left my room, his thick back muscles flexing and rippling beneath his wet black t-shirt. I stepped out of my bathroom gingerly, hypnotically transfixed on the way his shirt clung to his back, the way his broad shoulders and thick arms filled it out. It occurred to me to offer him a towel, but I felt the words get stuck in my throat as I tried tospeak.
I puled on some underwear, a bra and pajamas, though I was wet between my legs, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through me. I felt my panties grow damp immediately and knew that switching them out for another pair would make no difference atall.
“You really can go,” I say. “I’ll be okay here bymyself.”
“No way,” he says, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m not leaving until the power comesback.”
As he licks the bubbles off his lip, I imagine what it would feel like to have his lips on me. I imagine my hands scrubbing against his cheeks, the new beard he’s grown feeling rough and beneath my fingers as I breathe in his intoxicating, heavenlyscent.
“I think I’ll head to the basement to find that ghost.” I grab one of the candles and rest it between my palms. David follows. “You don’t have to comewith.”
“I wantto.”
Is he trying to make me wet? I feel my clit jump as he gets up to followme.
“Okay, Iguess.”
I make my way to the basement door and push it open, the hinges creaking ominously. The staircase looks dustier thanusual.
“Does it always do that?” Davidasks.
“No,” I say, feeling his warmth as he walks behind me. I make my way down carefully, grabbing the banister for support as the three wicks of the candle flicker ahead of me. One goes out, and then another. I stop in my tracks to prevent the third fromextinguishing.
“Everythingokay?”
“Yeah, I’m just afraid this candle is going to burnout.”
“I have my phone,” he says reassuringly. “Go on. It’sokay.”
I take another step, my heart slamming against myribs.
“This is one of the most Halloween things I’ve ever done,” I breathe with a smile, turning to look at him. His green eyes are so bright that they cut through the candlelight. My belly rolls deeply. I wish I could fanmyself.
“Want me to grab my phone to make it lessHalloween?”
“No way,” I reply. “Hey, have I ever told you about the time I accidentally told someone it would be cool if Halloween fell on Friday the13th?”
He lets out a heartylaugh.
“No, I don’t think you’ve told me thatone.”
