MARA
NOVEMBER
It had beena good long time since I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. Even longer since the smell of coffee, bacon, and pancakes greeted me when I did. I’d been the only one generating any tasty food smells since Bryce left. I nestled down into my sweatshirt and sucked in the campfire smell. I’d usually shower and change out of a campfire-stinky shirt, but this time the smell served as a reminder of the strange romp Jack and I had.
Surely everyone watched their kid’s best friend’s dad masturbate. Surely everyone had their kid’s best friend’s dad worshiping their hips and ass. Everything that happened the night before was totally normal.
It’s totally normal to replay your kid’s best friend’s dad begging for you, whimpering your name with his hands scraping over your skin.
It’s absolutely normal to get deep satisfaction from him being so infuriated by not being able to have you that he throws his sweatshirt into a fire pit. This was all fine.
Seemingly, life was normal and fine for Hazel. She stood in her Pack and Play, singing to herself. Without Bryce around, I sometimes had her sleep in my room still. It was just easier. If she needed something in the middle of the night, I didn’t have to go shuffling off into another room. I just grabbed her and did whatever she needed. She still had more wake-ups than I’d like to admit, but here at Jack’s, she’d somehow slept all night. The exciting day must have worn her out.
“Morning, sweet girl.”
She had to have been in an enormous diaper, especially with no wakeups that whole time. She seemed unbothered by it, cooing and talking like nothing was off.
I pulled her out of the Pack and Play to change her, then rested back into the pillows to nurse her. I startled at a knock on the door. “Yes?”
Jack’s head peeked in. His eyes did a quick sweep over us, seeming unsure what to say.
“Morning?” I offered.
“Yeah. Morning. Breakfast is ready in a few. And these came for you.” He tossed a package onto the bed, along with my pants from the night before. He looked everywhere but at my face. “Figured you’d need some dry clothes. And not to rush you, but I have to take off for Raleigh in a few hours.”
“Oh, of course. We can go now,” I said.
“Nah, we’ve got some time. I’ll drop you off after breakfast.”
“Alright,” I said with a soft smirk.
His gaze finally connected with mine, assessing me. “Okay.”
He drew a breath like he’d say something else, then just squeezed in a final “yep” before he closed the door.
What did he mean by dry clothes? I had Hazel switch sides so I could lean to grab the package. I ripped the pull tab and found a four pack of cotton underwear, a slightly fancier version of the ones I had on.
Dry clothes. He was talking about my wet panties.
He was fucking with me. I got my phone off the nightstand.
And you say I’m a menace
JACK LEROY
Just trying to be a good host
Is this the fancy lingerie you meant?
That’s just what I was able to get delivered overnight. I can get much fancier than that
And all those fancy things can be yours if you just say yes
You are definitely the menace
I got Hazel dressed, used the toothbrush Jack had given me, and replayed the night before in my head.
It was kind of surprising how quickly the big tough hockey goon went submissive for me. Bratty, but submissive. Did he have a gift-giving kink or something that made him want to buy me stuff?
