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“I’d like to point out that I was right,” says Kelsey. “He totally wanted you to call him for things other than the fuckingbike!”

I feel a rush of excitement from the prospect of going out to dinner with Dustin. On one hand, I feel like an eager teenage girl, hoping that the guy is going to effortlessly woo me.

But at the same time, I can’t decide how I feel about him yet. I get a vibe, and it is hard to put into words. It isn’t bad or negative, but it is palpable. I wonder what sort of pies he has his fingers in.

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Dustin

Iwake up in the middle of the night, rock-hard, right after having a sexy dream about the girl at Ultra-Cycle. I can’t remember all the details, but all I keep thinking about is her, naked on top of me, riding me with that sexy, hourglass body of hers.

I think about taking care of myself, but I am anxious and eager to return to the dream that I’ve fallen out of. I firmly keep my eyes closed, hoping that I can pick up immediately from where we left off.

Unfortunately, when I do finally get back to sleep, it is sound and without dreams. So, when I wake back up again later at the more appropriate time of seven that morning, I am still rock-hard and my thoughts are still of Megan and her grinding into me. I can’t get her off my mind.

I am so turned on. I want to just get out of bed and get on with the morning, but I can’t get rid of my erection. Every time my thoughts even drift back to the dream, it only makes things worse. I know it is going to bother me all morning unless I take care of it.

I slide my boxers down my legs and begin to stroke my throbbing dick. I’m thinking about the girl, Megan Paige. I think about her jerking me off instead.

She has a sexy little mouth. I wonder if she is good with it. I think about her gagging on my cock as I shove it forcefully down her wide throat.

I masturbate hard and fast. I wonder about just how flexible she really is. I want to test her claim and see her move around. I want to bend her over and see if she can touch her toes while I fuck her from behind.

I finish hard and I make a massive mess all over my body and my covers. I am actually out of breath, exhausted and drained from just the idea of emptying myself inside of that girl.

It is the first time that I’ve pleasured myself to another woman since Rebecca was killed and I was robbed of my wife.

* * *

After I recover in bed,I take a quick shower and get dressed quickly. I can hear the TV on in the living room, which means my kids are awake and mobile.

I join them in the living room, giving them both a long, strong hug. I want my boys to know that it is okay to let others know that you care.

They are wrapped up in their cartoon, so I decide to let them watch while I make us all breakfast. They both love pancakes: any kind, but primarily if they have blueberries or chocolate chips. Since we ate the last of the blueberries, it is decidedly chocolate chip flapjacks for us.

I get out bread and eggs to make toast and to scramble up some yolk. While I work on putting the chocolate chips in the batter, little Mason comes and joins me in the kitchen. He cracks the eggs and starts mixing them in the bowl I’ve set out for them.

“Way to go, Mason!” I say proudly, giving him a good back slap. “You’re being a helpful young man.”

He smiles at me, continuing to diligently mix his eggs. I add a splash of milk to the eggs and get the skillet ready.

Before I pour Mason’s eggs over the stove, I pick out a piece of eggshell that he’s accidentally gotten in the mix. I don’t point it out since I’m so pleased to see him helping.

Once all the food is ready, I get the boys to abandon the TV and join me at the dining table. We eat together, chewing our food in silence.

After I see that we’ve all cleared our plates of pancakes, I decide it is time to talk.

“You boys remember Karen?” I ask them.

“The blonde lady with Netflix?” Mason wonders.

“That’s the one.” I laugh.

Karen wasn’t just a blonde woman with a Netflix account. She was a friend of their mom’s for years before she died, and she always used to babysit the boys for us when they were really little. She still babysits for me, but she can’t do it as often as I want. I think the pain of losing Rebecca is still fresh for us both.

“Anyway,” I continue. “Karen—the blonde Netflix woman—she’s going to watch over you guys today. That’s better than daycare, am I right?”

The boys nod, unable to hide their disappointment.