in my tracks and Abby runs off to meet her friends without me. Leah has tight, cuffed jeans on with black Converse and a fitted Harvard t-shirt. She’s wearing silver hoops and her hair is in a ponytail and I swear I feel like I’m visibly drooling when Abby hugs Leah who then turns back to see me speechless in her wake. Her eyebrow is raised and she’s got a smirk on her face the second she sees me. Damn it. She knows exactly what I’m thinking. Or at least she thinks she does. I’m pretty sure she can’t tell that I’m thinking of how I want to wrap her ponytail around my hand and hold her in place while I stand behind her and pull on it so I can kiss my way down her neck while my other hand is playing with her nipple…
Damn it Steve, get it together! This is not the place for me to be lost in thought, especially not thoughts like these. She laughs when I finally break eye contact to walk and talk to David, the dad I coached soccer with earlier this spring. Since a cold shower isn’t in my agenda for this morning, it’s probably in my best interest to try to stay away from Leah for a while. Clearly I can’t trust myself and my twenty year old sex drive around her.
When we walk into the dinosaur exhibit our tour guide gathers the children for instructions before they’re set free to explore. Or wreak havoc. I suppose it’s all subjective when you’re describing six year olds. I find a quiet seat near the back while watching the kids dig for pretend fossils. After a few minutes Leah comes and slides in smoothly on the bench, sitting right next to me.
“Hey Stranger.” She says bumping my shoulder with hers. She’s been crazy flirty today and I’ve loved every second of it. At this point, my chances of abandoning this “friends” pact any second is looking pretty damn good. It takes me a second to focus enough to stop looking at her lips enough to pay attention to what she’s saying. Knowing me as well as she already clearly does, she waits for my attention to shift before she continues.
“I haven’t seen you that much today. I’m starting to think that it’s on purpose. That maybe you don’t like me anymore…” I can’t stop myself from cutting her off with my laughter.
“Leah, I think we both know that’s not the case…”
“Yeah, I think we do,” she sighs and admits. “So friend , tell me how things have been? I mean, friends talk about their lives, right? This is how we do this thing we’re doing?”
She’s looking right at me. Why does she keep saying that word? Friend? Just to be a smart ass I think. I can’t look at her directly. I don’t trust myself not to grab her and kiss those luscious lips.
“Yes, friend . They do.” I answer. “Things have been good. Just working a lot, you know the drill. I’ve also been trying to do better for Abby. We went shopping for new clothes that day after pizza so hopefully the kids won’t tease her anymore. I took your advice and stocked up on dresses and skirts with leggings. I don’t think I’ll ever get her out of them. That’s all she’ll wear. I may have created a monster. I don’t know that she’ll ever let me buy another pair of jeans again. A man can only handle so much sparkle…”
“You’re welcome,” she winks at me. “I did notice the cute little summer dress she had on today. Good job dad, I think you’ve done well. You’ll survive, and don’t worry – I’ll be sure to buy her something eeeextra sparkly for her birthday. Then I’ll shake some glitter on it, just for good measure.”
It was said in all seriousness. While the way she teases me makes me all the more fond of her, for some reason, her compliment makes my day. As little and insignificant as it seems, this is the part of being a
Damn it Steve, get it together! This is not the place for me to be lost in thought, especially not thoughts like these. She laughs when I finally break eye contact to walk and talk to David, the dad I coached soccer with earlier this spring. Since a cold shower isn’t in my agenda for this morning, it’s probably in my best interest to try to stay away from Leah for a while. Clearly I can’t trust myself and my twenty year old sex drive around her.
When we walk into the dinosaur exhibit our tour guide gathers the children for instructions before they’re set free to explore. Or wreak havoc. I suppose it’s all subjective when you’re describing six year olds. I find a quiet seat near the back while watching the kids dig for pretend fossils. After a few minutes Leah comes and slides in smoothly on the bench, sitting right next to me.
“Hey Stranger.” She says bumping my shoulder with hers. She’s been crazy flirty today and I’ve loved every second of it. At this point, my chances of abandoning this “friends” pact any second is looking pretty damn good. It takes me a second to focus enough to stop looking at her lips enough to pay attention to what she’s saying. Knowing me as well as she already clearly does, she waits for my attention to shift before she continues.
“I haven’t seen you that much today. I’m starting to think that it’s on purpose. That maybe you don’t like me anymore…” I can’t stop myself from cutting her off with my laughter.
“Leah, I think we both know that’s not the case…”
“Yeah, I think we do,” she sighs and admits. “So friend , tell me how things have been? I mean, friends talk about their lives, right? This is how we do this thing we’re doing?”
She’s looking right at me. Why does she keep saying that word? Friend? Just to be a smart ass I think. I can’t look at her directly. I don’t trust myself not to grab her and kiss those luscious lips.
“Yes, friend . They do.” I answer. “Things have been good. Just working a lot, you know the drill. I’ve also been trying to do better for Abby. We went shopping for new clothes that day after pizza so hopefully the kids won’t tease her anymore. I took your advice and stocked up on dresses and skirts with leggings. I don’t think I’ll ever get her out of them. That’s all she’ll wear. I may have created a monster. I don’t know that she’ll ever let me buy another pair of jeans again. A man can only handle so much sparkle…”
“You’re welcome,” she winks at me. “I did notice the cute little summer dress she had on today. Good job dad, I think you’ve done well. You’ll survive, and don’t worry – I’ll be sure to buy her something eeeextra sparkly for her birthday. Then I’ll shake some glitter on it, just for good measure.”
It was said in all seriousness. While the way she teases me makes me all the more fond of her, for some reason, her compliment makes my day. As little and insignificant as it seems, this is the part of being a
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