“Hailey! That’s not nice.” Micah’s red, too, and he grabs a nearby blanket to throw over his tented lap before Hailey seesthatpart of adulthood.
Hailey pouts and puts her hands on her hips. “It’s not nice to do that when I’m trying to sleep.”
“Well, maybe you should go sleep upstairs. It’s past your bedtime, anyway.”
Micah’s voice comes out kind of harsh, and it’s evident in Hailey’s tears that she doesn’t appreciate it. She storms upstairs, leaving us to clamber out of the beanbag. Micah pauses a moment before running after her, as though torn between staying with me or comforting his kid. “Shit. I’d better go apologize. Strike two for Dick Dad today, I guess.”
“What was strike one?” I call out.
He grins at me over his shoulder as he disappears down the hall. “She wanted the dinos for breakfast. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Well, I guess that’s a pretty clear dismissal. I don’t want to just leave without saying goodbye, though, so I find a notepad and a pen and scribble a quick note with my number and leave it on the coffee table before I let myself out and head back home to spend the night alone.
Chapter 7
Micah
My body still tingles from Iris’s touch when I get done talking Hailey down from her temper tantrum. Once she’s asleep, I head to my room to finish what I started—even if I have to do it solo. I strip down to my boxers and get in bed, taking a quick glance out the window.
I noticed a few nights ago that my bedroom window looks out on Iris’s, and while I’ve been gentleman enough not to peek so far, I figure one little look couldn’t hurt things.
Imagine my surprise when I see Iris’s silhouette, backlit in the curtains. It looks like she’s reclining in bed next to the window—and it looks like she’s stripped out of her clothes since she left my house. I certainly don’t see any shadows indicating any extra fabric being sported over there.
A smart guy would look away. A smart guy wouldn’t risk getting pegged as a peeping Tom in this neighborhood.
Tonight, I am not a smart guy.
I sit against the headboard at just the right angle to keep watching, and I’m glad I do. When I see the unmistakable shadow of a Magic Wand appear in Iris’s hand, I have to grab hold of the base of my dick to keep from nutting in my boxers. Dear God, she’s got her own equipment! I’ve kind of always fantasized about watching a woman use one of those, but Lisa only ever used hers when she was alone.
Shadow-Iris spreads her long legs and positions the Wand. I can’t hear the buzzing—both our windows are closed—but I can imagine it, just like I can imagine the look of ecstasy on Iris’s face as she uses it. I start stroking myself while I watch. It’s not much of a show, really, at least not the first few minutes. Once her back starts to arch, and her jaw opens, though … man, I wish I could hear her. She’s got the most perfect, softest voice, and I can’t wait to hear that voice screaming because of me.
Okay, so maybe I’m putting the cartwaybefore the horse on that one. We made out once, for a few seconds. There’s no guarantee that Iris would let me do anything else anytime soon. Who knows? Maybe I fucked up too much when Hailey woke. Maybe Iris isn’t even thinking about me right now. Maybe she’s got some other dude in mind over there.
But oh, to be the guy sheisthinking about! Her hips start to buck, and that does me in. I clamp my free hand over my mouth to muffle my shout as I come hard and fast. Warm, sticky cum shoots out onto my bare chest, and I grab my discarded shirt to wipe it off. That reminds me that I never cleaned up the living room from dinner, and sadly I come back down to Earth. Can’t spend forever fantasizing about the sexy girl next door. Reality beckons.
It takes me a few minutes to notice the note on the coffee table. Hailey loves to draw, so at first I assume it’s just one of her scribbles. It’s not until I’ve almost posted the damn thing on the fridge that I realize it’s actual writing.
Iris does not have the best penmanship, but it’s fucking sexy as hell that she left me her number. The question is, should I use it?
God, it’s been too long since I’ve played this game. How long do I wait before I call or text? Which is better to do, anyway? Do I call her, or would she rather get a text? Which is less creepy?
Fuck it. I’m gonna text her. I program her number in my phone and type a quick message.
Nice show you put on just now. Maybe next time open the curtains? – Micah
My words make me cringe. Here I am, wondering how creepy it would be to text her right away, and I almost hit “send” on this bullshit. I delete the line and try again.
Sorry we got interrupted. If Hailey hadn’t been upset, I would have liked for you to stay longer. Maybe we can redo tomorrow night? I can try to find a sitter.
There. Much better. Less of a creep factor. I send the message and set my phone down to finish cleaning.
Thepingof her response is almost immediate, and it makes me jump and almost drop the wine glasses.
A movie, maybe? Something a little more adult than LBT? Lol
Okay, I know she doesn’t mean “adult-adult”—probably talking more like PG13 or R-rated—but the idea of watching an “adult” movie with Iris gets me hard all over again. I tap out a quick response.
What’s playing? I could go for action, horror … I’ll even take you to a chick flick if that’s what you’d rather see. Your pick.
