My neck got hot, and I swallowed hard. The usual me would be coaxing her into a laugh, and then into my arms, following through with my instinct to kiss her. To find out if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. But there was something about Evie that pulled me up short. Maybe it was the way that most of my flirting advances fell on deaf ears with her, or maybe it was the charming innocence she possessed. I couldn't make myself follow through with old patterns.
I was content to watch her. To smile when she bit into her avocado toast and smeared some on her lip, causing her to snuff out a laugh with her mouth full. I ate with her, barely tasting it, barely hearing as she talked about how she was watching a hive for new queen production. Instead, I was fascinated with the way her laugh made her throat slide, how little wisps of her hair escaped her braid around her face and how her tongue looked as it swiped away balsamic vinegar from her lips.
Just as Evie finished her food, and I was contemplating how to get rid of mine without her noticing, the keypad beeped. "It's just me!" Nan shouted from outside as she put in the code.
Evie gasped, her hand fluttering to her bandaged nose. "No! I don't want her to see," she moaned.
I looked around us, at a loss. It wasn't like there were many hiding places in the open-concept home. "I'm sure it's?—"
"I'm asleep," Evie hissed. And just as the door opened, she planted her face in my lap and curled her legs up on the couch.
I jumped, barely managing to keep myself from leaping off the couch, and Nan stepped through the door with a ceramic dish on a folded towel. "I brought lunch."
Evie let out a soft, unconvincing snore. Her face was pressed into my lap, her nose fitted into the crease of my legs and her mouth practically on my dick. I went Mt. Rushmore, freezing in place awkwardly. "Uh… Evie… fell asleep."
Nan stared at us from the doorway, and one nearly invisible, white brow rose slowly. "What a professional-looking nap."
I smiled woodenly, resisting the urge to throttle Evie. "It was a very sudden nap."
Nan glanced at the plates on the table. "And it looks like you've eaten. I suppose you did convince her to relax."
"I'm very competitive," I replied seriously.
"Is she alright?" Nan asked, bending her head to get a better look at Evie.
Evie snuggled into my crotch, and every nerve-ending from my balls to my dick lit up like a Fourth of July fireworks finale. I gritted my teeth and forced out, "Mentally? I'm not sure."
Evie's hand had draped over my stomach, and she surreptitiously pinched me. I couldn't focus on anything but the fact that my dick was getting hard and she was going to know in about two seconds. Nan shuffled over to the dining room table with excruciating slowness. "Well, I'll leave this here and you can have it for dinner. It's one of Evie's favorites."
"Is it full of baloney?" I muttered. Evie pinched me again. Somehow, that actually made the situation worse, like she wasreminding my body that we liked to feel things, and as it happened, a pretty woman's mouth was practicallyonmy cock. I closed my eyes in resignation as my body responded, and blood pumped straight to my dick.
Evie's eyes popped open. She rotated a quietly horrified look to me. I glanced down at her, my jaw tight and my expression asking, "What did you think would happen if you put your face on my crotch?"
"It's shit soup," Nan said matter-of-factly.
That was almost enough to distract me from the raging hard-on in my pants. "Shit… soup?"
"It sounds worse than it tastes." She lifted the lid and gave it a critical once-over. "Maybe not worse than it looks, though."
That sounded terrifying. "I'll tell her," I gritted out. My erection was getting worse by the second, and I shifted uncomfortably, which only accidentally rubbed Evie's cheek against it.
Nan sent her granddaughter a squinty-eyed look brimming with distrust. "She doesn't usually nap."
"I think it's all the… excitement," I managed. My God, she was breathing harder, and the warm puffs of air were tickling my dick through my pants. I shifted again, increasingly uncomfortable as my cock went rock hard against Evie's cheek.
"Hm," Nan said, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Excitement, huh?"
I prayed for an immaculate castration. "It's been… hard… on her." Oh no, I was about to laugh. I swallowed the bubble of laughter down, trying and failing to take my mind off both my dick and the absurdity of this situation.
Nan shuffled back toward the door, her expression knowing. "Evie could use a little hard." I choked on air, jostling Evie in my lap. She resolutely pretended her coma was incurable. Nan paused at the door. "Tell her I will beverybusy for the next fewdays. Don't bother to check in." I managed to stop choking on my own spit to meet her gaze. She winked.
Christ on a cracker, the old broad actually wanted me to finish the job my dick thought we were starting. "Okay," I eked out.
Nan left, and the second the door opened, Evie leaped off me like I was an electric fence. "Oh my God."
I winced, stretching back and adjusting my pants, which didn't really help much. "You planted your face on my penis, Evelyn. What did you think would happen?"
"Oh my God," she groaned again, covering her face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I panicked."
