You are going to cream all over your little fingers for me, hm?
“Mia!”
All my fantasies came crashing down upon hearing the booming voice in the hallway. I removed my hand from my underwear and sat up straight, finding my satin shirt on the floor, which I had discarded last night before sleeping.
No matter what the internet tells you, sleeping naked is a blessing for your body. Especially your breasts.
“Mia, you will be late.” My father knocked on the door, making all my fantasies about his best friend vanish.
Taming my hair, I straightened my clothes and opened the door to show him my charming smile. “I won’t be late,” I said in a cheesy voice, but it seemed too high-pitched. “I will be out of the room in twenty minutes.”
“You better, kiddo, if you want me to drop you off. I have an early meeting today.”
“Ay, ay, captain!” I closed the door and sighed after locking myself in the bathroom. My cheeks were still flushed and my heart was hammering against my ribs.
If only no one had interrupted me… maybe, just maybe, I would finally know what an orgasm felt like.
“No time to think about it,” I muttered to myself and stripped out of my clothes and got in the shower.
I shaved, shampooed and conditioned my shoulder-length hair, and brushed my teeth in the record time of fifteen minutes. I was lucky enough to be enrolled in a private school, so we had to wear a uniform. Crisp white shirt paired with green and black plaid skirt and white socks with shoes of our preference. I altered between my chunky Doc Martens and Mary Janes. Being the first day of my junior year, I opted for Mary Janes.
I wore my favorite jewelry, a dainty heart necklace, and placed it under my shirt. My mom had gifted it to me on the night she died.
Hanging the tie over my shoulder, I ran downstairs with my small backpack in hand and thanking my father for the breakfast.
“Are you ready for the new year, Pumpkin?” he asked, taking the tie from me and expertly tying it for me and handing it back. It was our ritual as I could not, for the life of me, learn how to tie a tie or tie shoelaces. He had tried to teach me, but it was fruitless.
“I am ready, but a little nervous,” I answered, eating the strawberries after devouring the eggs. “I have a lot of AP classes and I don’t want to fail in any of them.”
“You won’t,” he said and smiled at me. “Even if you do, you know I don’t care. Just stay sane and healthy, Pumpkin.”
“Yes, Captain.”
I applied a little concealer, mascara and lip gloss in the mirror by the hall where mom used to keep her makeup and her little jewelries before going out. I smiled sadly at the picture frame of her by Dad’s bedroom that used to be their room before an accident took her away from us.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder and I closed my eyes, breathing in the cozy scent of pumpkin and wood with a lingering whiff of her perfume. I knew he would spritz it on himself, trying to imagine having her back in his arms.
He kissed my head. “She would be very proud to see you today, Mia.”
“What?” I chuckled. “Almost late for school?”
He ruffled my hair, and I frowned at him, running my hand through my damp hair and following him into the garage. “You don’t have to be nervous. James will be there.”
That’s the fucking problem, Dad.
“And I told him to take care of you, so you don’t have to worry about anything, but maintaining your—”
“Sanity.” I ended the sentence for him and closed the car door of the passenger seat. “By the way, Dad… when am I getting my own car again?”
He turned on the ignition of the car and rolled it out of the garage. “When you behave well.”
“Which I do.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’thmmme.” I sulked in my seat and crossed my arms. “I would love to drive with my friends and go—”
“Mia.” He glanced at me, his salt and pepper hair styled the same way since my childhood, his brown eyes stern with lines around them. “If you want to earn a car, you have to show me that you will be responsible for it.”