Page 17 of Staying Home with Dad's Best Friend
“I can’t wait to see you, Dad,” I say, sniffling.
“Are you okay, Meg? You sound strange.”
“I’m fine, Dad. It’s just a bit of running nose.”
“Running nose?” Dad sounds worried. “It’s not the virus, is it?”
“No! I’m fine, really. Don’t worry, Dad.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Just then I see Frank coming down the stairs. “Wait, Dad, Frank is here. Do you want to speak to him?”
“Yes. Hand him the phone.”
I give Frank the phone and watch him speaking to my dad for a moment.
He’s wearing a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweat shorts. His hair is damp, and he smells shaving cream and shampoo. I want so much to hold him and bury my nose in his neck, but I don’t dare. I watch him sit down onto the couch next to me and cross his legs. He chuckles as he speaks to my dad, but he doesn’t look at me at all.
My dad must be apologizing on my behalf, because Frank says, “It’s a pleasure, John. Meg is a good girl. I love having her here.”
Hypocrite. I glance at him, but he doesn’t look at me.
They change the topic to the pandemic. After a moment, I stand up and go to my room. I need a shower, too.
I cry when I’m taking the shower. Tomorrow my dad will be here, and then I’ll go home with him. I don’t know when I’ll see Frank again. Most likely never. What happened between us yesterday and today feel like a dream, sudden, swift, and sweet. Although I ruined it at the end, I’ll still cherish it. I don’t think I’ll ever forget Frank, and my crush for him will never be fulfilled. But I was so close! Damn.
Suddenly, regret fills me and frustration rages through me. Why was I so stupid? The pressure in my chest is so unbearable it feels like I’ll explode, and I scream my lungs out.
I feel so much better instantly. It’s a technique I learn from a stress management workshop.
I’m taking a deep breath when the bathroom door is flung open and I hear Frank’s voice, “Are you all right, Megan?”
Oops. I didn’t know I screamed that loud. I thought the expensive house had better sound-proof structures.
While I’m regretting my impulse, he asks again, “Megan? What happened?”
Suddenly I get an idea. Damn. This is perfect.
I quickly open the shower door and throw myself in his arms. “Someone is at the window…maybe it’s a raccoon.”
Frank’s dick jolts violently as he holds my wet body. “It can’t be. It’s the second floor and we don’t have trees around,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“I guess I’m being paranoid,” I say, circling his neck with my arms and pressing my wet body against him. “Oh Frank, I think it must be because of the movie we watched last night.”
He chuckles. “Are you sure? It’s been a whole day.”
“Can you stay here until I finish, please?” I say, pulling away from him.
“Sure.” His pupils dilate as he stares at my naked body.
I go back to the shower tub slowly, close the glass door and resume the shower. I turn to face Frank when I soap my breasts, and turn around when I wash my back. I rinse off the fog on the shower door so he gets a clear view.
I know he’s watching me because I’m watching him. He doesn’t stir, probably not even blink.
I lean against the wall and spread my legs, holding the shower head and letting it rinse me down there.
I run my finger up and down my folds, and I close my eyes and moan.
