She bit into her ham sandwich and chewed slowly, considering this. ‘DAD? ARE SCOTTISH DOGS GRUMPY?’
I heard Oliver laugh from the kitchen.
‘They are, sweetheart. Just like the people,’ he called back. ‘Look how grumpy your mum is in the morning.’
Molly looked at me and nodded while I was busy being quietly miffed that she didn’t instantly believe my bullshit dog lie.
Oliver appeared with an omelette he’d made for me, complete with wholemeal toast and a little salad on the side. I thought he was making me cheese on toast with the heel of the loaf he refused to throw out.
‘That looks fancy, Dad,’ Molly said, her swinging legs inadvertently booting me in the shin. ‘Is that for Mum?’
‘Your mum deserves fancy things,’ he replied, casually. ‘Even if they are made out of eggs.’
‘Did I come from an egg?’
Oliver and I looked at each other. Neither of us were close to ready to have THAT talk.
‘No,’ answered Oliver. ‘In fact, you were dropped off on our doorstep by a huge green monster, the scariest monster who ever lived – he said that you were too much trouble, too scary, even for him! But we liked the look of you and decided you could stay.’
Molly giggled with glee and booted me again. I can tell she hopes this is true.
Monday February 20th
Oliver and I took our sexting a step further today when he sent me a photo of his cock – it was starting to look angry. I in turn nipped into the work toilets and sent him a photo of my less irate boobs, asking him if he could think of anything he’d like to do to and/or with them. I had considered taking a vag shot but I had on long boots and tights and, well, logistically it just wasn’t happening without getting undressed at work.
When I got home, he had plenty of ideas, cornering me in the bathroom to relay them in great detail.
‘I want to oil them up and stick my cock in between them.’
‘Oliver, I’m trying to run Molly’s bath.’
‘Or, I’d just cum on them. Just have you suck me off and then let me—’
‘Keep your voice down!’I pushed the bathroom door closed. ‘I’m glad you like my tits. I mean they’re saggy as fuck since breastfeeding but—’
‘Enough of that,’ he replied, seriously. ‘They’re fucking massive, Phoebe, and I won’t hear a word against them . . . and those nipples. Why are they not in my mouth?’
I turned off the water and dried my hands, aware of just how mental this whole abstinence deal was making him. So of course, I made it worse.
‘These nipples?’ I asked, slipping my boobs out of my bra. They always look better with a bit of wire support still underneath them, otherwise Oliver would be staring at my knees. I propped myself against the sink and let him look at me. ‘You’re in so much trouble,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘You have no idea the things I’m going to do to you on Friday.’
‘Oh, I think I can guess,’ I replied, grabbing his arse with both hands. ‘Just as well we have an entire evening in which to do it.’
He moved his mouth millimetres away from mine. ‘I really need to kiss you. But if I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. This is torture.’
‘Maybe you should have a cold shower after Molly has her bath?’ He watched as I returned my boobs to their underwired home.
He shook his head. ‘Fuck no. The moment I undressed, I’d be all over myself. I’ll give Molly her bath – you get out of my sight before I have you bent over this sink. Dirty bitch.’
I slipped out of the bathroom and put Molly’s pyjamas over the radiator to warm up while Oliver helped her wash her hair. It would have been easy for me to have a little play while they were busy but I’m determined to wait it out, just as Oliver has.
God, Friday night can’t come soon enough.
Tuesday February 21st
‘You smell like fucking jasmine and vanilla. What the hell are you trying to do to me? I WILL LICK YOU, HENDERSON!’
It’s clear that Oliver isn’t coping anymore. All I did was use some body spray after my shower this morning and he lost it. He’s all testosterone and manly and quite frankly, if we weren’t seeing Pam tomorrow, I’d be licking him first. From someone who only had brief moments of being sexual, he’s turned into someone who looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time again. My fear is that we have a couple of shags and he’s back to looking at me like I’m just his mate.
