I’ve never seen Steve prouder, but try as I might, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her for very different reasons.
Reasons and things that had never entered my mind until seeing her that day.
I couldn’t even stop grabbing hold of her once I congratulated her.
I felt the need to pull her close to me and feel that sweet, soft body pressed against me.
What was I thinking? Surely everyone could see the effect she had on me.
I wasn’tthinking,though. I was acting. I was doing what comes naturally to me when I see something I know belongs to me. I reach out, and I grab hold of it.
Telling her I was proud of her too is one thing, but I’m still not sure if she even heard what else I said about her feeling so fucking good in my arms.
But I don’t regret saying it. Because it was true then, and it still is now.
I just regret saying it without knowing if she felt the same way.
I mean, feel it in the way I meant it.
But howcouldshe feel the same way about me I’ve felt for her these past six months?
She’s more than half my age, for starters, and apart from having the kind of body I could grip, suck and fuck for a lifetime, she’s my best friend’s only daughter.
As if all that’s not enough, she’s really given me no clear signals that she’s even remotely interested in me. Not likethatanyway.
But I made my bed that day, risking my friendship with Steve and even with May by being so touchy-feely.
May didn’t seem to mind at all, and I’m pretty sure Steve didn’t even notice. Even though I had a hard-on you could see from space and still do every time I think of her now, which is constantly.
But when I didn’t hear from Steve for days and then weeks, I couldn’t help but wonder if Mayhadsaid something to him later on.
I wondered if maybe Steve had picked up on how obvious it was that I was infatuated with his daughter.
I couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts that maybe she didn’t like me grabbing hold of her.Or worse. That she already has someone else to grab hold of….
I had to put those thoughts out of my mind before I even touched base with Steve after such a long gap between calls.
We used to talk every day, but as the years have gone by and our separate lives have gotten busier, it’s something we both constantly admit we should do more often, but there always seems to be something that comes up.
Deciding to visit Steve in the flesh wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing, though. And although I didn’t mention it, I’m planning on staying for good this time.
Not just one of my whirlwind, ‘hi and bye’ visits to town.
No. Not this time.
This is different, and it’s all because of May.
I’ve been thinking long and hard about May since her graduation day. It’s almost to the point of obsessing about her.
Okay, okay. It’s kinda past an obsession.
May’s theonlything I can fucking think about.
I’d never say that to Steve, though, not just because of his feelings.
Steve’s never had any trouble letting his fists do the talking. And if he even suspected half of what I’ve already been thinking about his daughter….
Well. I wouldn’t be welcome in his house ever again, and knowing Steve, he’d make sure I had a more permanent reminder somehow.