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“Catnip High” by Boris Groh

[alternatejasper]

Your Daddy's Girl

Wednesday 

I watched him everyday during the summertime. His melanin would glisten in the suns rays. He would mow his mothers lawn on Sundays and help her with the flowerbed. Sunday was my favorite day to admire him because he would be outside with no shirt on. It was like a ritual. Watching his sweaty body move across the front yard was better than church to me.

This sunday was different. I stood by my window on the second floor of my house and patiently waited. After twenty minutes he didn't come. This was strange to me. I watched him every summer for 4 years mow the lawn on sunday at nine in the morning. His small frail mother was tending to her flowers. I waited at my window a little longer, he never came out  I wondered to myself, “where is he?”.

If you haven't noticed I have an obsession with him. Ive been since i became his neighbor a little over two years ago. He is the definition of tall dark and handsome. His teeth are whiter than the sun is yellow and the sky is blue.

After being at my window for so long I decided to go walk my dog. His house is to the left of mine so I decided to go right. I don’t like walking past his house. It makes me nervous. 

I started  to make my way back home and couldn't help but wonder if he was home yet. My thoughts wondered around. As i approached my house i noticed there was a red car parked outside. I've never seen this car at his house before. The closer i got to home the more anxious i got. Why is this Sunday so different than any other Sunday in the last two years. He has a schedule and i have a ritual. Today is out of place.

 I slowly approached my mailbox in hopes to buy me time to see who is in the car. I can tell in the passenger it was him. I know by the shadow in his jaw line. But who is driving?  There was nothing in my mailbox so i continued letting the dog play in the front yard to buy me some more time. I needed to see who was in that car.

He got out the red sedan and made his way to he front door. As the car passed I looked. Its a girl. Shes pretty. I didn't know how to feel in that moment. I had no right to be angry. He isn't mine, I’m not in a relationship with him, and he doesn't even know me. Im not upset because he was with a girl. Im upset because this random girl ruined our Sunday ritual.

  went in my house. I  didn't want to hear the thoughts i was thinking. My mother was in our library room. We have a library room because i am home schooled, and my mother works from home. We spend alot of time here. By “we”  I mean my mother and myself. My dad is not in the picture.

“Victoria, come here please”  she called.

I slowly walked into the library not concerned about what she had to say i had my own concerns about my two year obsession.

“Sweetheart, I just got the mail. Our neighbors are having a party at their home to celebrate 20 years of marriage. The party is on Friday, lets go shopping for a gift and outfits today”

“Our neighbors who? Miss Johnson isn't married.” I replied hoping she wouldn't give me the answer I dreaded.

“No Vicky I mean the Langlys’ , are you going shopping with me or not?’

Why did it have to be them. The neighbor to my left out of all neighbors. I cant decide if this is good or bad. Im going into his home. Will i be awkward? Will he even like me? Who is going to be there? I dont think I can go. 

“Victoria are you coming?’ my mother interrupted.

“Yes, let me go change” I replied.

I went to my room only to hear the familiar sound of a lawn mower going off. Instantly I was excited. I peaked out my window. He had his shirt off. It was later than the usual time but of course  I was still excited to see his body. As he walked across his front lawn my hands danced across my breast. I watched the muscles in his back move as i slid my hands down my pants pretending they were his. This is my sunday ritual. I watch him sweat while i make myself cum. As he makes circles around the yard my two fingers make circles around my untouched pussy.Untouched,meaning I have only been touched by my own hands. I think about how it would feel for the first time and how bad i want it to be him. I tried not to moan to loud, I don’t want my mom to hear me. 

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My mom and I are  on our way to the mall when she decided to ask,

“So have you ever talked to that boy?”

My stomach dropped. Does she know about my obsession? Moms do know everything. 

“What boy?” I replied.

“Patricia's son. Do you two ever speak?”

Moments like this I remember my mother does not know me. Shes a single parent so she work a lot to prove herself. Shes feels like since she has a nice car and a nice house on her own, shes a great mother. That’s not the case. I know a lot more than she thinks I do.

“Vicky!” she said loudly interrupting the negative thoughts I was having . “ Do you two speak?”

“ I don’t speak to anybody mom.” That is actually true.

I tried to be quick in the mall. I don’t like spending a lot of time with her. She gets annoying very quickly.

After trying out 7 stores, we finally make it into Neiman Marcus . I hate this store. Just a bunch of snobs looking for unnecessary expensive things. Today im one of those snobs. Im cranky. im nervous. I slide over to the Johnny Was section and pick out a sleek and slightly sexy black dress. It has long sleeves but its open in the back. It fits my body very well. On our way out I decided to pick up a pair of heals to match. If im going to see him, I need to make a statement. 

THURSDAY

Im excited about tomorrow. Im nervous. im  panicking. why am I blowing this so out of proportion. I feel like my intuition is telling me that either something great or something amazing is going to happen tomorrow. either way the excitement is making me horny, well as horny as a virgin can possibly be. 

im prepping myself. im watching porn and reading blogs so I know what I should do and how I should do it. am I psychotic? im acting as if I know im going to fuck him tomorrow. im talking to myself like we planned this out for weeks or something. yes im slightly psychotic. im not ashamed either. im just very horny.