Seduction and Snacks

"The cat's being bad," Gavin said.

 

Liz and Jim’ cat was known to be a little ball of terror, wreaking havoc on unsuspecting people when they least expected it. One time, when I was on the floor tickling Gavin, she hurtled through the air from God knows where and landed on my back with her teeth and claws inserted two inches deep into my skin. I hated that cat, but I think I hated Melissa more. Hopefully the cat was putting her in her place.

 

"Did the cat scratch you guys?" I asked, looking over his arms for claw marks.

 

"No, she won't stay in the suitcase," he explained.

 

All the adults at the table looked at each other in silence. At the sound of another thump from the living room, we all jumped up and ran out of the kitchen.

 

***

 

After making sure Melissa hadn't immediately moved herself into serial killer territory by suffocating a cat, we headed home.

 

"That really wasn't the best representation of their parenting skills," I tried to explain as Carter pulled out of their driveway.

 

"Hey, Gavin," Carter said as he glanced in the rear-view mirror. "What new word did Aunt Liz teach you today?"

 

"Ladyboner," Gavin said as he looked out his window.

 

Carter gave me a pointed look.

 

"Aunt Liz said you got a ladyboner for Daddy. Did you buy him a present? I want one too," Gavin complained.

 

After stopping at my house to pick up a few things, we went back to Carter’s and put Gavin down for a nap. Carter finally gave up trying to convince me that Liz and Jim were off the list when I said one word.

 

Drew.

 

If I was willing to give that giant child a try, he needed to keep an open mind with my friends. At least we agreed to wait until after the store opening tomorrow to tell Gavin that we would be moving. If we told him now, he would bug us every minute from now until we moved asking if it was time yet. I didn't need to fight the urge to lock him out of the house while I was busy with the store. One person can only take so much.

 

***

 

After Gavin's nap, Claire’s dad stopped by to pick him up for a sleepover. He walked right in the front door without knocking and proceeded to make his way through every room. Once he had seen all there was to see, he told me the house was "good enough." Oddly, that was the nicest thing he had said to me since we met, and I kind of felt like we had a moment.

 

I leaned in to give him a hug and he stopped me with his hand to my forehead.

 

"You don't want to do that, son."

 

I stepped back and gave him a sympathetic look.

 

"Nam, huh? Still hard for you to get close to people?" I asked.

 

"No. I'm still not sure you aren't gay and if you try to play grab-ass, it's gonna get real awkward when I have to snap your fingers in two."

 

I was going to break that man one of these days, mark my words.

 

We said our good-byes to Gavin and Claire left soon after to head up to the shop and get a few last minute things made for tomorrow's opening.

 

I offered to meet her up there after I showered and ran a few errands.

 

Claire had given me a spare key to the shop, so I let myself in through the front door two hours later. It was dark outside and I left the lights to the store off as I carefully made my way to the kitchen in the back.

 

I heard music playing and rounded the corner of the kitchen to see Claire licking melted chocolate off of her middle finger. My dick sprang to life as I watched her swirl her finger through her mouth and sway her body to the erotic beats of the song that played.

 

I rounded the edge of the counter where she worked and stood behind her, placing my arms on either side of her with my hands flat on the counter. I leaned my body close to hers, bringing one hand up to move her hair away from her neck and pushed it behind her shoulder. She continued to work, flipping chocolate molds over and tapped the finished product out onto towels so nothing would break, her body swaying to the music and sliding against me every so often. When I put my mouth on the side of her neck, her motions got choppy.

 

"Are those chocolate penises and boobs?" I asked.

 

"Yes," she moaned as I let the tip of my tongue taste her skin. "Party favors...shit...mmmmm."