Push

by Nyla K.

Damn kids… All sex-crazed like a bunch of horny squirrels. Not under my roof! Wow… you sound OLD.

As much as I was trying to tone down Hailey’s advances toward me in front of her scary dad, she wasn’t picking up on the severity of the situation. She was being more flirtatious than ever, as if she was trying to win a prize or something.

A few times, Hailey even skipped over and jumped into my arms, kissing my neck all over. While it felt marvelous, I could also feel her father’s crippling death-stare melting the skin off my face. She would need to stop doing things like that. I wasn’t going to survive.

I wasn’t a good sleeper to begin with, and sometimes sex had the opposite effect than it should have. After I came and Jess fell asleep, I was always left alone with my thoughts.

Am I a horrible fucking monstrous piece of shit who fucked around with his girlfriend’s father? That one definitely has an answer. Yes.

A pit settled in my stomach, so I dumped more scotch on it.

a mother, so she had a level of maturity that girls my age most certainly did not have. She was nurturing and supportive, but you also got a vibe from her… Like, a silent blazing sexuality. She was wanton and enigmatic. I bet she’s a freak in the sheets.

I was feeling much more sober now that I was freaking out.

an incapacitating smile; it knocked the wind out of me.

secretly harboring our daughter’s ex-boyfriend for sex and cuddling.

It was interesting that we didn’t really need to speak. We barely knew each other, and yet we had a kind of kinship. It must have been from making each other come. I guess orgasms bring people together.

My heart was really going crazy. Not to mention that I could barely see straight or form a complete sentence. This was a terrible idea… But I was going along with it because I knew that after tonight, none of it would matter. One last hoorah. “Alright, come on, hot stuff,” Tate grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the walkway. “It’s showtime.” “I’m gonna tell Ben about me and you,” I slurred as we walked up the front steps, and Tate rang the doorbell.

It looked like he wanted to kiss me, then punch me, then kiss me again, then maybe throw me off the deck. It was a very overwhelming thing to see on someone’s face while they looked at you.

I was so anxious to meet my son or daughter, I couldn’t even breathe. I made my way over to the doctor to see what was happening and was momentarily horrified. There was an actual human coming out of Jess’s body. It was psychotic.