Olivia's Game

Four

LEMON MERINGUE PIE - PART TWO

♤ May 18th♤ Saturday, about 08:05am♤

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Fuck!

My lips were tingling with need, my eyes closed, I didn't know what to expect..but I did want, desire to feel a softness land on my lips and merge with them.

Fuck, I wasn't thinking!

He smells so good.

I was so eager to kiss him and let all the experience I worked so hard garnering to pour into the kiss. Here's me saying clichè stuff again- but time seemed to stop as our lips lightly brushed each other, but not enough to get an adequate feel, just a tease of the receptors.

Both of us unbelieving and I believe nervous as well, y'alls my heart was thumping like the hoofs of a race horse..that's what you call them right? Hooves? And in this state of greediness, of wanting to savor the moment, we hesitated and delayed the main act, building up that need..at least that's what I was doing.

His breath trickling over my awaiting smoochers, I tilted my head and he soon copied my movement and like two electrical wires meeting, a spark of electricity, clichè, i know, jolted through my body, as our lips touched and locked perfectly.

You guys, my dad's lips are so soft!

But unfortunately, that's not what happened.

I didn't get a feel of his lips that day.

That's what I wished had happened.

Yes the heads tilted, but before any bodily motion could happen-

"Callum honey, have you seen my arthritis medication anywhere? The blue pills in an orange container, oh good morning Livy, it's a suprise to see you awake at this time." Shouting all the way from the passage, Gran Lillian walked into the kitchen, as always brisk and never shuffling like other women her age.

Don't get me wrong, J love my darling Gran so so so very much, but at thar moment, I was not very happy with the old spry.

She interrupted us, and of course, being a naturally embedded panicker, dad practically jumped away from me like you'd tear your hand away from a hot plate in a reflex action. I didn't have to look much at him, to gather that he was regretting and punishing himself internally.

"Oh s**t, what have I done?" He must've been wallowing in self-beration, his mind weaving all sorts of damning persecution.

While my, oh s**t! What's just happened?" Was being answered with mood dampening- NOTHING! NOTHING HAPPENED! And I had already fixed my appetite for those luscious looking lips.

Damn you, you loveable old hag!

Nothing happened and I really, really, really wanted something to happen, I was so prepared give him a taste of my artful lips and get him hooked on what's he's been missing out on.

The crown for biggest slut of the century goes to- Olivia Meabh O'Sullivan.

I really have no morals.

Did I ever have them? I don't remember...

What about your mother! You almost kissed YOUR FATHER, not just any man, the man that created you!

Did you have to remind me?!

"I think I saw them by your bedside post Gran." I hugged my grandmother and gladly accepted the tiny peck on the lips she offered.

I do have some shame, what do you take me for?!

I never kiss my gran after my lips have been to unmentionable places, I won't blow a boy and wear an invincible semen lipstick and then the following morning place my disgusting lips on my Nana!

"I looked for them there first sweatpea, I didn't find them and If I don't take them now, I'm going to forget to take them later." A rustle came from the sinks and I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes fell on dad, who nervously bowed his head and continued to busy himself with doing the dishes.

My poor daddy must feel so guilty. He's such a good man. He already feels worse than Judas Iscariot ..no let me not say that, I can't reference to a Christmas play I saw when I was a child.. he already feels worse than the biggest sinner on the planet, yet he didn't even do anything, he didn't even kiss me. Almost doing, is not a crime, doing is.

"They must've fallen off, did you check behind the headboard or under the bed?" With a gentle hand on her back, I led my gran to her room.

"No Livy, and I do remember hearing a rattle when I turned off my alarm." I snickered at her words, sitting her down on the queen-sized bed.

"Let me search for them, I bet my haed I'm going to find them somewhere here." I generously offered to look for the pills, I wouldn't let my gran hurt her knees trying to peek under the bed or sprain her neck muscles trying to get a glance behind the head board.

Before you assume she's a bag of wrinkles and barely has her senses intact, let me clarify, my gran is not thaaaaaat old, she doesn't qualify to be a fossil and she's very fit and active for a woman two years away from seventy.

She is not half blind, but she is however, a bit naive and not observant and I prefer she remains this way.

She is going to be my biggest threat. She's a home-body and only leaves the house occasionally, so I should expect her interrupting us is going to be a frequent occurrence.

I'm going to have to be very careful in my pursuit.

Now, with how things have turned out, I've discovered that I do want to do more than give my dad a lewd show, I don't want him just staring, I want him doing.

I really want to kiss him now, not do anything else, just kiss him. I've told you I don't intend on taking this to a romantic level. Just one kiss and I'll be fine, i just need redemption, to know how it feels...

I might probably not get there, easily, not not at all, thanks to gran giving him that wake up call.

How come I've never realised though?

I really think dad fancies me, weird I know, I'm glowing inside! I really also happen to believe it is not a now thing, like maybe he's been looking at me like that for some time. I remember he'd always get awkward and tense when I got too close to him and he always had this look in his eyes when he tickles me, no, my dad is not a freak, he tickles me when he's trying to get me to admit or do something, because he knows that's my weakness, not because..ewww.

He is my best friend and I adore him. To me, him having a crush on me would be so cute. As long as whatever he sees in me, he doesn't see in anyone else - especially Amber.

He is not going to just admit his feelings for me, so I'm going to have to fish them out. I am going to be the good Samaritan and help him express himself, I'm going to play a little game with him, that will dare him to confess either with words or with actions.

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