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Dream showed up with a small stack of books and Star was excited to see her.
“Dream! Dream! We’re having spaghetti.” I couldn’t get over how enthusiastic Star was around her. “Do you like spaghetti too?”
“I love spaghetti.” She looked up at me and tilted her head with an apologetic look. “I’d have brought bread or something if I’d known you’re going to feed me again.”
“I think you should be prepared to eat. Star’s heart’s set on it, I believe, and well, we like the company.”
“That’s great. Thanks.” She held out the books to Star. “I got a few of the books on our list, and I’m happy to say that the library had the others, too, so we’ll have no problem finding them all.”
“That’s great. You know, I could always swing by and get those if you need me to.”
“It’s no bother, really. I went after work yesterday. I thought you might have come into the diner for lunch.” Was she looking for me? I felt the blood flow to my cock and turned to walk into the kitchen.
“The spaghetti is ready, and we’ll eat in the kitchen tonight.” I had gotten another chair for the small table, and now it would accommodate a guest.
“Look, Dream. Uncle Chance got you your very own chair.”
Dream looked up at me while Star dragged her into the kitchen and across the room to the table. “My own chair? You didn’t have to do that.”
I kept my back to the counter while I wished the raging boner to stay down. “No, it’s not a big deal.” Like hell, it isn’t. “I had brought the two extras to my workshop, and I decided since you’re going to be joining us, I’d bring one back in here.” I took a deep breath as my cock finally deflated and then brought the plates to the table and this time I kept the paper plates in the pantry. “Real plates too. Wow, this is fancy.” Dream gave me a smile, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her teasing.
“Yeah, only the best for our favorite tutor.” I shook my head and brought the spaghetti to the table with the cheesy garlic toast my ex had taught me to make.
“This looks delicious, thank you.” Dream took a seat, and Star sat between us with Jackie propped in her lap.
“Thanks, I can’t promise a wide variety. I only know how to cook a few things.” It’s the only thing I could thank my fucking ex for.
“Then I should cook for you guys sometime. We’ll make plans.”
“I couldn’t ask you to cook and come tutor.”
“You didn’t. I just offered. Besides, there are a few things I’d like to make again before I lose my touch.” She gave a little shrug and the sly grin she gave had me hard again.
Star slurped her spaghetti and had sauce all over her face.
“Here you go, kiddo.” I handed her a napkin, and she gave me a toothy grin and then wiped the sauce away.
“Let me show you a trick.” Dream looked around and then got up to get a spoon out of the drainer, then she sat down and held it up for Star to see. “Spin your fork atop your spoon, and voila.” She took a bite without slurping. “Here, you try it.” She passed the spoon to Star and star started spinning her spaghetti. It took her five tries, but she got the hang of it. On her last try, she dropped her fork, and when she went to get it, she knocked over my glass, which was admittedly too close to her. The glass rolled to the floor, and the liquid spilled all over my lap.
I shot up from my seat, and as I patted myself dry, I glanced up and noticed Dream eyeing my hard-on. It was hard to miss. I quickly covered myself with a napkin, and then I got a dishrag and cleaned up the rest as the girls went back to eating.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Chance,” said Star with big, fat tears in her eyes.
“Hey, kiddo, no problem. It happens.” I looked to Dream, whose face was pink and whose eyes never left her plate. We finished dinner without further incident.
“Why don’t you ladies get to work, and I’ll go clean up.” I excused myself and headed upstairs, thankful that I had a reason to take care of business.
I stepped under the spray and grabbed the conditioner to slather on my cock. I wasted no time putting my wrist to work, and I hated the fact that I had let her have that kind of effect on me. She was just too sexy for her own good, and I wasn’t sure how many more nights I’d be able to have her over without making a move.
Thinking of that had me feeling like a letch, but not enough that it distracted me from working my cock or enough to stop me from imagining her on her back and screaming my name from those pretty lips.
