What even is my life right now.
25
SO FAR, NO GOOD
BRAD
25th October2025
Walkingup to Shari's front door, I'm filled with warring feelings. Guilt for almost kissing her the night of her first date. Rage at the douchebag who didn't know just how far out of his league she is. Disbelief that she's going on another first date with a different guy already. And the worst feeling? Regret. For not kissing her. Which just cycles me back around to guilt.
I ring the doorbell – sure, I have a key but we agreed to keep some boundaries as co-parents – and try to distract myself by looking around at things I can help out with whilst I listen to the howling bark coming from inside the house.
Her front lawn could do with mowing, and the weeds are coming back through the edges of the driveway. The pale teal frames on her windows and front door could do with a fresh coat of paint after the relentless miserable weather we've just had. I'm eyeing up the gutters when the front door opens and one ofmy favourite sounds greets my ears “Daddyyyyyy!!” It will never get old to hear how excited my daughter is to see me.
I swoop Lizzie up and spin her around whilst pretending to nibble on her cheek, and her adorable fits of giggles fill the air.
But as soon as I look up, my heart stops, my lungs seize, and honestly, my dick wakes up. Which is awkward as fuck when you're holding a child, so I quickly bend to put Elizabeth down and try to reroute the blood back into my brain. I make the mistake of looking up, though, and the sexiest pair of tanned legs appear right at eye level from my hunched over position.Abort! Abort!
“Brad, are you ok?”
“Yep,” I manage to wheeze out in reply. “All good. Just a bit,”horny, “winded.”
Just as I'm getting control of myself, I'm viciously attacked by excessive face licks from the aforementioned howling dog. I quickly stand up to avoid any further slobber, but the idiot wraps his front paws around my knee and starts humping my leg.Instant karma for lusting after the wrong woman. Again.
“Pickles! No! Get down! No humpies!”
Elizabeth, of course, thinks this is the funniest thing in the world and starts clapping and chanting, “Humpy, humpy, humpy!”
I finally disentangle myself from the assaulting pup, only to have the wind knocked out of me for a second time, because Shari looks positively sinful.
She's wearing a royal blue dress that makes her rich olive skin glow and hits just above the knee, but the truly devastating factor is how it hugs every. Single. One of her curves. Her heavy breasts, that I know have the perfect amount of jiggle when she bounces on my cock, her deliciously juicy bum, that I know is a touch too big for even my large hands to cover completely, those thick thighs, that I know have the softest, most delicate skin thatI could just bite all damn day, the dip of her waist, that I know my arm fits into perfectly when we spoon. Iknowthis woman. Intimately. And yet, I'm watching her get ready to go on a date with another man.
“You look incredible, Blaze,” I manage.
She dips her head, almost shyly, “Thank you. You don't think it's too much?”
“I’m not sure prick number two deserves this level of effort, but it's definitely not too much.”
“Ugh, who plans a first date at Moderna? I feel like I might even beunderdressedfor that place. It's just making me even more nervous!”
“There's still time to cancel,” I hedge. “Say the word and we'll have family dinner – picnic style – and movie night, just the three of us.”
She stills for a moment before ushering Pickles back in the house with a cooed promise to be home soon, and follows us back outside.
As she locks her door, the setting sun catches her hair, making it glint in shades of red and gold. It reminds me of when we first met. She had her hair in two Dutch braids, a brown so dark it appeared black at first. But when the sun hit just right, you could see the natural fiery tones woven through the strands. I smile at the memory of those braids. I sure enjoyed pulling on them that night in my tent. When she undid them in the morning, her hair was wild, and I can't help but chuckle at the memory.
She turns around and flashes me a curious glance. “What's so funny? You have Loki Face right now.”
Loki Face. The face she says I make when I'm up to no good and full of mischief. The face she says I made right before I first asked her to spend the night with me. And then the next two after that.
The reference only makes my smile grow wider until we're both laughing and grinning at each other like fools.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to Loki Face you. I was just remembering your braids.”
Her face flushes prettily, because she knows exactly what I'm remembering. All fours, pigtails as handles, in front of her, behind her...ok I need to stop this train of thought, my cock is twitching again.
You're with Larissa. You like Larissa. YouchoseLarissa.Maybe if I remind myself enough times, I'll be able to stop wanting Shari. I've never been the unfaithful kind, so why do my mind and body keep betraying me when I'm around her?
