"Hello."
He sounded off. Something had to be wrong.
"Hello it's me, Caitlin."
"I know. What is it?"
Sylvester never asked me that question before. When he sees me or hears from me, it is always for one thing. Sex.
"Got to your mall and I was told you didn't come in today. What is wrong? You had too much last night?"
"Something like that." He replied.
"Oh sorry."
We were silent for a while. He was having a hangover and it sounded pretty bad. I was an expert at treating hangovers. Learned a lot of recipes from Riley because Uncle Ron is an alcoholic and always had ugly morning afters. So I was thinking maybe I could help him out.
"Sylvester, what if I come over with some really good remedy?" I asked cautiously. It was a known fact that he didn't want me in his house. So I wasn't sure he would say yes.
" A remedy for what?" He asked, sounding confused, making me conclude that he was still drunk. Must have been a badass party he went to last night.
"A remedy for your hangover." I responded. At this point, a lot of things were going through my mind. If he was still drunk, and I get it on with him, the sex would be good. I mean, everytime I made love with a drunk Riley, he was exceptionally good and lasted longer. So I figured, every man is like that.
"If you want to see me that much, you have to do something for me." He later responded.
"What is it?" I asked excitedly.
"Give the phone to any of the sales assistants."
"Okay."
I looked around and spotted one by the fridges. I hurried over to him and thrusted the phone into his unexpecting hands.
"Sylvester wants to speak to you." I gushed.
He was first startled, then flustered when he recognised who I was. He blushed and his hands trembled. I winked at him and pointed at the phone.
"He is on the phone."
"What?" The guy replied, disoriented.
"Sylvester. He is on the phone. He wants to talk to you." I said playing coy.
"Oh! Okay." He stuttered and placed the phone against his ear.
"Yes…"
I watched him listen and nod his head a couple of times before turning to the fridge where I started browsing its contents, trying to decide if I should go for a yoghurt base remedy or a lemon juice remedy for Sylvester's hangover.
The sales assistant finished with the call and handed the phone to me.
" Wait here. I will soon be back." He said as he walked away.
Having just decided on what to do, I grabbed three packs of yoghurt and yelled at him. "I will be at the veggies stand.". He waved his hands and kept walking away while I also found my way to the veggies stand.
Not even up to 5 mins, he was back with a backpack.
" Sylvester asked me to give you this." He said.
"Okay. Thanks."
I collected it and was about to walk away but the guy seemed to have developed some gut because he grabbed my hand, making me instantly nervous and jumpy. He must have seen the terrified look in my eyes because he dropped my hand immediately and started apologising.
"I am so sorry. I just wanted to tell you how pretty you are. I didn't mean to upset you…"
" It's okay. I managed to say even though I was wishing Riley was there to punch some blood out of his nose and give him a black eye. It wouldn't be the first time. This is why I hate going out. Everyone wants a piece of me. I hate the attention and refused to use a guard.
After that, I just walked to the cashier to pay. I didn't forget to get a morning after pill and a pack of condoms. I could feel his eyes on me throughout. Probably regretting missing his chance to actually connect with one of Bayleaf's prettiest ladies.
Thanks to Mummy, I started participating in pageants from age 5, featured in her fashion designer friend's red carpets for kid wears, and featured in kiddies drink commercials. I won pageant crowns twice in a roll too.
Not that I cared. I mean what's so great about looking exactly like your mum?
I kicked his ordinary face out of my mind and Riley popped up. How I missed Riley. Practically couldn't do anything right without him. But then, I would be seeing him soon. My one year of forced stay at home order was over. I would be a proper adult soon and would be able to leave for school where Riley would be waiting for me. Not just that, Riley and I spoke a few days ago and he promised to be home in two weeks for Uncle Ron's birthday. He never missed it.
He said he missed me as much as I missed him. Which is the reason I must see Sylvester this morning. I couldn't seem to be able to get Uncle Ron's unique touch out of my head. I needed to replace it with Sylvester's. That way, Riley wouldn't notice anything.
Outside the mall, I called Sylvester and he gave me the address to his house. I ordered a taxi and was soon on my way.
Unlike the always bubbling Agritopia, Bayleaf is a quiet, big town and our florist shop is one of the last set of shops on the outskirts. That is why Bayleaf is close to our farm.
According to the address sent to me, Sylvester lived quite a long drive away. All of 45 minutes when you are not in traffic. Bayleaf has its rush hours which fall between 6am and 9am in the morning then 4pm and 8pm at night. These are the periods people are either going to work or returning from work.
Luckily for me, my travel time was already almost mid-day.
As I sat at the back of the taxi, I tried my best not to duel on the string of fear that kept trying to wrap itself around my heart. I kept convincing myself that Sopia may be a typical dumb blonde, but smarter than we give her credit for. She kept mummy's secrets after all just to protect Riley. She should be able to do more to protect herself. But no matter how I tried, I could feel my heart tightening up as that string squeezed it in a knot. And to my disgust, the more anxious I became, the hornier I felt. My restlessness doubled and I told the traffic rules abiding driver to hurry because I have a toilet emergency. He agreed, sympathized with me but only increased his speed to the maximum 60kl/hr standard from the 40kl/hr he was doing before.
I rolled my eyes, got closer to the door behind him and carefully inserted my hand into my Vijay.
It's one thing to finger myself in my own car when it's just me but inside someone else's car, it was almost impossible. Not because my hands couldn't reach.It reached but my awkward movement would be noticed. So to prevent that, I sat up and pushed to the edge of the car seat so that my knees touched the driver's seat in front of me. I rested my head on the back of his seat like I was sleeping and tried again. It worked. Except for the seat belt that kept trying to drag me back into the seat, it was perfect.
Now the only problem was that I kept moving and there was no way the driver wouldn't notice because it affected his car seat. Also, even though my breathing wasn't loud, it was erratic and the closed space made it evident. The driver noticed and empathically asked if he should branch into any of the hotels we were passing so I could use their toilets. I was tempted but I said no that I would manage. This time he increased his speed to 70kl/hr while I continued scissoring my fingers in and out of my pussy in the most convenient way possible.
I also tried to distract myself so I don't get too excited and cause a huge scandal for the family. I can just imagine what the tabloids would sound like. Something in the line of " Three times most pretty girl in Bayleaf, 4 times runner up of the Arizona beauty pageants, only daughter of farmer and business mogul; Daniel Woods Snr.; Caitlin Woods, caught masturbating in public transportation."
Now for a big, yet very quiet town where nothing happens like Bayleaf, that would be breaking news. It will take at least two months for it to die down and in those two months, the headline would be modified repeatedly while the story gets wilder from masturbation to having sex to God knows what.
I shivered just thinking about it!