Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Then, my dad was gone and I hung up, still bemused. After all, my dad married my best friend from high school and has his hands full these days. But we all adore the baby, and it’s wonderful to see how my dad dotes on his new daughter.
Even more scandalous is the fact that I know how my dad met Kimber. Neither Kimber nor my father have said anything directly, but I’ve heard the rumors. Evidently, there’s a secret club called Club Z in that area of Wyoming, and Kimber attended one night to participate in a breeding party. Yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like. Kimber got naked and let three strange men come in her pussy, hoping to be impregnated. Even crazier, my dad was one of the three men.
So yes, obviously, the breeding party worked. I don’t know how they figured it out, or how they ended up in a stable relationship, but I guess Kimber is now my new “stepmom.” She and Ed aren’t married yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad proposes to her in the next few months or so.
Even more, I’m not really bothered by the relationship. So what if Kimber’s my high school friend? So what if there’s a twenty-five year age gap? Love has no number, and I’m glad my dad has found happiness with my best buddy from Hooper High. Even more, I’m so excited to have Lily because I’ve always wanted a sibling, and the baby is so cute. She keeps my dad on his toes, that’s for sure, and it’s kind of funny to see Ed run ragged by a tiny little creature.
Besides, I’m not so innocent in the romance department myself because I have a secret too. I’ve had a crush on my dad’s best friend, Dane Kenneally, since what feels like forever. In fact, I even left Wyoming because I didn’t want to be constantly reminded of my attraction to the older man. It seemed like Dane was always coming over my last year of high school, and it was so embarrassing whenever he was around! My nipples would get hard, my pussy would moisten, and I swear, the older man knew. Even when I was wearing a sweater during the cold Wyoming nights, I swear Dane could tell that I was lusting after him, and he’d shoot me that knowing smile while calling me “Pet.”
Why “Pet,” you ask? I suppose it’s because we’ve always had a cute relationship. The nickname came about a long time ago when I was just a little girl. There was one summer when I was a dog for the whole three months. It must have been when I was six or so, and I wanted everyone to refer to me as Jamie the Jamison Poodle (as if Jamison Poodles even exist). I spent the entire summer crawling around on my hands and knees and begging adults for treats, which most often came in the form of potato chips and candy.
But my dad’s friend was a good sport. Dane merely laughed when I nudged his hand with my head one afternoon, begging for another mini-Snickers bar. He said, “Who is this? Is this my new pet?”
I nodded and panted like a dog, pretending excitement while pawing the air with my hands. Dane chuckled and passed me another mini-Snickers bar as my dad grumbled.
“You spoil her, Dane,” Ed said. “Seriously, Jamie will have so many cavities after this summer.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, buddy. A little sugar never killed anyone,” Dane replied. Then he winked at me. “Run along, Pet. Have a good time.”
I scampered off with the candy bar between my teeth, overjoyed at the sugary treat. Of course, as soon as my dad was out of sight, I tore into the wrapper and devoured that Snickers in one gulp. But even after the summer ended, I stayed “Pet” to Dane. My dad’s friend continued calling me by the nickname, and I don’t mind. It’s special, and like a secret code between him and me.
But the thing is that the attraction between us just kept growing stronger. By my senior year, I felt like it was consuming me from the inside out because whenever Dane came around to our house, my cheeks would inevitably heat up and I’d feel a warm flush going down my neck and all over my décolletage. My nipples would harden as my pussy moistened, and I swear, I could barely talk. Whenever Dane asked me about school or hobbies, I managed to get out garbled replies that didn’t make sense. Then, I’d practically flee the room, with my dad throwing him a shrug that said, “Teenagers. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.”
The whole thing is embarrassing to remember, but at least, now in New York, I don’t have to deal with such humiliating encounters anymore. Don’t get me wrong: I came to New York because I love NYU and its School of Independent Study. I want to craft a major that combines my love of European language with the arts in some way, although I haven’t exactly figured out how. Plus, the city is magnificent, and being here provides an electrical charge that you can’t find anywhere else in the world. They don’t call this place the City that Never Sleeps for no reason.