Jesus Christ, what does she think I’m doing? Jet-setting across country to have one-night stands? “Yes, Karen. Business.” I pull the ID lanyard from the convention out of my pocket. “One of those wild IT conferences. You know us computer nerds; we get crazy.”
“Don’t belittle me, Micah. This is serious.”
I’m about to get serious with my foot up her ass. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Karen. I just don’t understand why you seem to target me for stupid rumors and conjecture. I just want to raise my daughter in peace.”
My heartfelt declaration seems to have zero effect. It’s like Karen’s got her mind set, and nothing I say is going to change it.
To my relief, Karen turns on her heel and marches off. Probably to go harass Iris, though there’s not anything I can do about that right now. That woman has it in her head that Iris and I are the worst delinquents possible, no matter how much we try to stick to the rules of this neighborhood.
As far as I know, there isn’t any rule against going out of town, or against visiting with our neighbors.
I shut the door before I see where Karen’s headed. Much as I’d like to rush to Iris’s aid if Karen heads over there to start shit, I have to put Hailey to bed. Love or no, I’m a dad first. I have to prioritize my time, no matter how much it might hurt to do so.
Hailey takes her bath well enough, but getting her to sleep is another story. She wants me to let her stay up to watch another “zoo show,” and when I shut that option down, she begs for bedtime story after bedtime story. This girl is wired, and nothing seems to be wearing her out enough for sleep.
It’s close to ten by the time I put my foot down and tell her to either go to sleep or lie there in the dark. I can’t spend all night up with her when I’ve got early meetings tomorrow. I’ve still got to set my workspace back up and reconnect all my devices. Once that’s done, I settle down in the living room for some cathartic video game play. Nothing burns through frustration like firing pixelated grenades into a crowd of your make-believe enemies.
My phonepingswith a text close to midnight, and I sneak a peek at the notification while the next scenario loads in the game. It’s a photo from Iris. Curious, I pause the game and open the image.
I amnotready for what I see when the image loads. There, smiling up at me, is Iris, wearing the braids I did for her that afternoon—and not much else. The rose-pink teddy she has on leaves little to the imagination, and the pose she did for me … God, I could stare at this all night!
I’m so busy drooling over the photo that I almost don’t notice the text she sends after it.
Look at the bottom left corner ??
I take a look and almost drop the phone when I see it.
Oh, shit! She’s got the Wand out!
Game forgotten, I rush upstairs to my bedroom and pull back the curtains. From my angle, I can see that Iris has opened her curtains as well. She winks and waves, then she blows me a kiss.
I whip my shirt off and unzip my pants, letting my dick pop free. Thankfully, our windows can’t be seen into from the street, but from my vantage point I have a perfect view into her bedroom. It’s almost like the architects planned this.
Iris opens her window, and I hear music drifting across the way. Something with a deep bass to it … Barry White, maybe? She starts to sway in time with the beat, a sultry strip tease that has me gripping myself in anticipation of what’s to come. First one shoulder strap of the teddy comes off, then the other, and I bite my lip as she strokes her breasts, teasing her nipples gently. My free hand moves to my own nipple, and I twist the ring in it as I watch the show.
Some of Iris’s movements seem a bit awkward, as though she’s never done this before. It’s still sexy as hell, though, and my dick is so hard it aches. By the time Iris gets the teddy completely off, I'm already jerking fast and furiously.
She’s not wearing any panties underneath.
I shudder when she picks up the Wand, pumping my hand faster. Not even Lisa ever did a show like this for me. Her Wand was just used in private, never when I was home to reap the benefits.
Iris kneels on the bed with her legs spread, arches her back, and turns on the Wand. The soft buzzing drifts across the space between our houses. I watch with rapt attention as she slowly runs the Wand between her breasts, down her flat stomach, and between her legs. My jaw drops as she starts to grind against the toy, her eyes rolling back in her head.
This is better than any porn I’ve ever seen. I don’t know that I can waste time with porn ever again now that I’ve seen this.
Faster and faster she rides the Wand, and faster and faster I jerk. Her hips still, and I see her bite her lip as she starts to tremble. I know she’s probably trying not to scream with the window open, and for some reason that’s even hotter than if she’d cried out with her orgasm. I come in spurts, shooting my load all over the bed and my hand.
Fuck it. I’ll change the sheets when we’re done.
Iris turns off the Wand, panting in the aftermath. I wipe my hand on the sheets and pick up my phone to send her a message.
That was fucking amazing!
I watch as she reads the message and types out a response.
I felt bad that I left so abruptly today. I didn’t want you to think I’m not interested. I am very interested. There’s just some logistics I need to figure out.
Fair enough. She’s got Cleo to think about, and her house. I can’t exactly expect her to drop everything and move in with me after just a couple weeks of dating. I feel a little like a tool for even worrying about it. I start typing.
