Chapter 11 - Avett

I parked in the student lot and killed the engine. Misha sighed and settled down for a much-needed break.

“Are you two done yet?” I asked, tired of their incessant la-la-ing. Just because the two of them shared some bothersome humiliation kink didn’t mean they needed to bore everybody else with their exaggerated embarrassment.

Lily cautiously removed her hands from her ears. “I don’t know, are YOU done being gross?”

“You’re gross,” I said. It admittedly wasn’t the best comeback, but my mind didn’t function properly when I was sexually frustrated like this. Sir hadn’t let us get off in over a week. I was beginning to think he was purposefully drawing out our suffering for his own amusement.

“What’s your next class?” I asked her.

“I don’t have one today. I had Anthropology at one o’clock, but I obviously skipped it.”

I looked at Adrian. We were free the rest of the day, too. “Well, why the hell are we back at school, then?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Lily giggled. “I think you were just following orders by driving me here. Maybe you’re more ‘naturally submissive’ than you thought,” she said, turning my own words against me.

“Ha, ha,” I said humorlessly. “You’re funny.” I started the car again, her engine turning over several times begrudgingly. “Adrian, call Sir and ask if Lily can come over.”

“Ah-ah,” Lily chided, and quoted Adrian’s irksome list verbatim. “Rule number nine. Don’t bother Sir when he’s working.”

Ohh my God. “Jesus Christ, fine.” I snatched my own phone from the cupholder. “I’ll just send him a goddamn text, then. Is that permitted, princess?”

She thought for a moment, then nodded cheerfully.

Avett: Sir, can Lily come over this afternoon? She has no more classes today.

I tossed my phone down and threw Misha into drive.

“Wait—” Lily said, grabbing my arm as she licked her pillowy little lips.

“What is it?”

“Since we’re already here, maybe I can go change? These shoes are uncomfortable.”

“You don’t need shoes,” I said, and craned my neck around about to back out.

“But Avett,” she whined.

“But what?”

Her tongue darted out again nervously. “I do actually want to change my underwear, too,” she whispered.

Ohh my God. I banged my head several times against the steering wheel, eliciting a short burst of Misha’s girly honks. The noise startled a couple of passing students, who looked up then promptly started walking away faster.

Lily was giggling. “You okay there, Avett?”

“Lily. You’re going to be the absolute death of me. I swear to God.” I put the car back in park and leaned over her to swing open the passenger door. “Hurry up.”

“I’ll be right back,” she promised. As she hopped out, her skirt rode up slightly to reveal the soft curve of her ass. I slapped her cheek with a firm hand, and she yelped. She turned to glare at me through the windshield, tugging her skirt down as she walked off.

I rolled down my window by turning the crank a few times. Yes, Misha was that old. I stuck my head out and called after her, “Bring a swimsuit!”

She ignored me and disappeared around a building.

I relaxed back in my seat, letting my eyes flutter shut. “Adrian,” I breathed.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed from the backseat. He understood.

I pulled my feet up and sat sideways to see him better. “I’d say that went pretty well, wouldn’t you?”

“It was amazing,” he cooed. He was still glassy-eyed. as if he’d just had the best sex of his life. Well, that, or he was really high. Of course, neither were true.

My curiosity got the better of me. “What was the first note he typed, anyway? I mean, I assume that’s what he was doing, taking notes. Not emailing his secretary about Lily or something.”

Adrian chuckled. “Yeah, it was just his notes app.”

“Well? What’d it say?” He squirmed, about to revert back to his bashful turtle act. “Adrian,” I warned. His coy avoidance was cute for Lily, sure, but he didn’t hide things from me. He knew that.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t get a chance to read the whole thing. I just saw my name and something about ‘mommy’.”

Oh. Now I understood his initial, repulsed reaction. Adrian definitely didn’t have a Mommy kink, at least not one that I’d ever heard of. But a big sister? One that spoon fed him dessert with her nipples poking through her top? Uh-huh.

“I like the second idea more, too,” I said, grinning at him. My phone buzzed with a response from Sir.

Clark: Behave yourself. No drinking. I’ll be home before 6.

I smirked to myself. Sir hardly ever got home that early. He totally wanted to see Lily again. I shared the good news with Adrian. “We’re in the clear!”

“Sweet!” Adrian exclaimed, his excitement shining on his face. “I should cook dinner for everybody. Something hearty.”

“Mmm. Twist my arm,” I said. After our bath last night, Sir had announced that Adrian was getting too skinny, and we needed to incorporate more carbs into our diet. My stomach was like a bottomless pit, so I wasn’t complaining.

We both relaxed into a comfortable silence and matching content. The day truly couldn’t have gone better, even if I’d scripted it myself. Lily was able to relax and be herself, which clearly appeased Sir. Furthermore, the two of them already had the serious hots for each other, so as far as I was concerned, my work here was done. All that was left to do was wait for Sir to take Lily to bed. Sooner rather than later, ideally.

Lily finally reappeared, wearing a simple cotton dress and sneakers. I was glad to see she didn’t lose the socks. “Okay, I’m ready,” she chirped as she reclaimed the passenger seat, smelling fresh. My lip curled as my mind wandered, hatching another one of its devilish schemes. As she was so intent on changing into dry panties, I decided I would make it my own personal mission to tarnish this new pair as well by the end of the afternoon.

“You won’t be too cold in that?” I asked, letting my eyes wander obviously south.

She groaned and clutched her bag tight to her chest like a shield. “I’ll be fine, thank you!”

“Then off we go.” I finally pulled out of the lot and began the long drive home. This time it was more peaceful, with the three of us humming softly along to the radio for a while. As we drove out of town and entered the countryside, Lily rolled her own window down. Long strands of her golden hair began to dance in the cool breeze.

“Wow,” she said, admiring the fall colors of the woods alongside the road. “You make this drive every day?”

“Most days,” I corrected. “We have Thursdays off.”

“It’s so pretty,” she said.

“You’re pretty,” Adrian said, watching her.

“Aw, stop,” Lily said blushing, but she loved it. “Thanks, Adey.”

Her words made my fist clench the wheel a bit tighter. That was my nickname for Adrian. Not even Sir called him that. But when I glanced at him in the rearview, he looked just as happy as could be, so I tried to let it go. It wasn’t a huge deal.

I turned off the main road onto our long, winding drive. “Wow,” Lily breathed when our house appeared through the trees. “You live HERE?”

“I know,” I chuckled, while Adrian said, “Isn’t it great?”

I parked Misha on the drive and we clambered out, stretching. I stood next to Lily as she admired our house. It was really something: three expertly crafted stories with vines of dark ivy creeping up the brick exterior, a wooden veranda that wrapped around to the side, tall windows, and a curved turret that rose to a graceful point. “I love it,” she gushed.

“Wait ‘till you see the inside!” Adrian said. He grabbed her by the hand, urging her toward the front steps. I glanced at the other cars in the driveway and frowned. Ugh, I hadn’t thought about the fact that it was Tuesday and some staff were over. It was only Collin and the pool boy, Jason, but still. I would’ve preferred to have the whole place to ourselves.

I followed the others inside, where Lily ooh’d and ahh’d at the grandeur of the entryway.

“Boys?” Collin called and appeared in the kitchen doorway. Noticing Lily at once, he grinned. “Now, who’s this?”

“Hi, Collin,” we said. “This is Lily.”

In his graceful stride, Collin crossed the foyer and greeted her with a firm handshake and a warm smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss.”

“You, too,” Lily answered, totally at ease. Collin had that effect on people. He was a treasure. Standing only 5’5, he carried himself like a much taller man. His clothes were always pressed and tidy, his meticulous housework always completed with finesse. He was efficient, understated, and trustworthy, all traits which Sir regarded highly. He was a trained butler who was accustomed to manning large staffs for various politicians and executives, but now that Sir was his sole employer, he did the work of a full staff himself and received a handsome paycheck to match. He lived with his husband, Daniel, in a cottage a few miles away. Over the summer, the two of them had occasionally joined us for dinner or a game of badminton on the lawn.

“Collin is Sir’s housekeeper,” I explained, but it felt like an understatement. To Collin, I said, “Is Jason here, too?”

“He’s out back,” Collin said. “Adrian, come.” He gestured to the kitchen and draped the tea towel he was holding over his shoulder. “I just did the shopping.”

The three of us followed him to the kitchen, where he showed off his loot. There were shiny, ripe vegetables, fresh meats, and packages upon packages of high-end pastas.

“Wow, this stuff looks great!” Adrian gushed, his gears already turning with all of the possible recipes he could make.

“Lots of carbs, right?” Collin said with a wink. He busied himself fixing mocktails for us made of sparkling water and freshly squeezed juice. “Do you like peaches, Lily?” He asked.

“Absolutely,” she said, admiring the pile of soft, fragrant peaches by the juicer.

“Great,” Collin said. “My peach tree is thriving this year. My husband and I can barely use them up quick enough.” He rarely talked about himself, but I could tell at once that his doing so made Lily feel more welcome and at home. Smart guy.

Thanking Collin, we collected our drinks as he went back to putting away the groceries. It was my turn to grab Lily’s hand. “Come on,” I said. “We’ll give you the tour.”

We ascended the stairs to begin at the top and work our way down. I sensed that Adrian was just as eager as I was to show Lily what lived on the third floor: our shared, prized possession. She gasped as we concluded our climb up the final set of steps and entered the rec room. It was relatively sparse save for a few chaise lounges and bookshelves, but in the center of the room was our pride and glory: a massive saltwater aquarium packed with marine life. “You guys!” She exclaimed in awe, rushing for a closer look. Her wide eyes flitted about the tank, taking in the beauty of the tropical fish that darted through dancing sea grass and all the tiny starfish and snails below.