Alex’s POV:

Ever since I told Mickey I loved her, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t know how long I had felt this way, but I had only recently figured out exactly what it meant. There was no way to deny that I did love her. She never said the three words back to me. As much as I would have loved the hear her say it back, I knew it was a big step for her.

This newfound confession had been changed our relationship for the better. All aspects of our relationship for the better. I could now officially say that I was making love to Mickey and not just having sex with her or sleeping with her. It was great.

I was holding onto the headboard with Mickey below me, still thinking about how lucky I was. Every touch and every taste had such a deeper meaning to it now. Nothing could bring me down.

Well, nothing except for the man who opened the door to ask his daughter what she wanted for dinner.

I nearly had a heart attack and jumped off Mickey as quickly as I possibly could. Mickey covered herself with the blanket while I was left to my own defenses and couldn’t do anything but hide as much of myself as I could with my hands. My eyes were wide and I was expecting him to scream at me to get out. This wasn’t the first time I had had a father walk in on me and his daughter.

But Mickey’s dad didn’t yell, he didn’t try to attack me. He sighed and shook his head before walking out. To be honest, that was a bigger shock than him even walking in in the first place. I was already coming to terms that I would never see Mickey again, maybe never even see daylight again. But I was fine.

“Ah, shit,” Mickey grumbled and got up, wrapping the blanket around herself properly.

“I thought you said your dad was at work!” I stammered, still cupping my hands around my crotch even though it was just me and Mickey now.

She nodded. “Well, obviously not anymore.”

Before I could get out another word, she left the room and closed the door behind herself. I was left naked and alone in her bed, my hands still in place. What had first made me feel glad, was now starting to make panic settle. What if Mickey’s dad just acted calm? What if he actually hated me now? What if he was going to kill me the next time he saw me? It was quite possible that he was trying to trick me just so I’d come over another time and he’d be able to strike.

I had to get out of there.

I scrambled off the bed and collected all of my clothes that had been tossed on the floor just a while before. My boxers went on immediately, it didn’t matter what we had been doing before. This was a life or death situation. I quickly followed with my jeans and t-shirt. Once my shoes and hoodie were on, I started looking for an escape route.

Luckily, I was in Mickey’s room. She’d sneaked out of here many times. I opened the curtains and saw Rian standing in his own room. He hadn’t noticed me yet, so I opened the window and tried to climb out. The backpack on my bag wasn’t making things very easy. I was snagging on something and I must have been looking like a hot mess with just one leg hanging out.

I swore under my breath and went back in, deciding Mickey’s method was probably going to work better. She always threw her bag out first. I took off the backpack and got ready to swing it out before following myself. As I turned to the window, I now saw Rian pointing at me and beckoning me to come over.

“Are you okay?” Mickey laughed as she came back in her room.

“Yeah,” I nodded and finally decided to straighten out my shirt a little more, “I should leave.”

“Okay,” she continued to chuckle and dropped her blanket.

I went for the window again. How difficult could it be? I had climbed over to Mickey’s parents’ bedroom before. This was just doing the opposite. It shouldn’t be too much of a hassle. Getting down from the roof would be the most difficult part.

Mickey laughed again, “why are you going through the window?”

“To go to Rian’s…” I told her, looking outside again and seeing Rian becoming impatient. Zack and Jack had also arrived now, just leaving Zack’s car.

“Alright… you know you can use the front door, right?”

“After what just happened?” I snorted and tried to gesture to Rian to calm down. He was so afraid I’d just stay at Mickey’s instead of coming over to practice.

“Okay, hang on,” Mickey huffed and pushed me out of the way. She stuck her head out of the window despite being fully naked. Her chest wasn’t even inside anymore, but she didn’t care one bit. Instead, she just brought more attention to herself by shouting, “yo! Calm your tits, he’ll be over in like two seconds.”

I didn’t have the time to stop Mickey from doing it, but I did get to see everybody’s reactions. Rian slapped a hand over his eyes and ran away from the window. Zack tried to look anywhere but at Mickey. Jack was staring right at her with his mouth agape. And me? Well, I was mortified.

“Mickey!” I hissed under my breath and pulled her back inside, closing the curtains with one harsh tug. “Everybody just saw your boobs.”

“So what?” She shrugged and looked down, pushing them up a little with her hands and letting them drop back down. “They’re just bags of fat.”

“Bags of fat that get guys turned on.”

“If I recall correctly, you’re more of an ass guy,” she smirked.

I gave her a look that hopefully said it all. It wasn’t what I meant. I mean, yes, she was right. But it wasn’t what I meant at all. I didn’t have the right to control what she did, but I didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of my best friends fantasising about my girlfriend. Once again, I couldn’t technically stop it, but she didn’t need to instigate it.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in defense. “Now go before Rian makes a miserable attempt at getting mad at me. Go through the front door.”

“Your dad will murder me,” I expressed my concern, but put my backpack back on. To be fair, I couldn’t sustain any injuries today, the window wasn’t a great idea.

“No, he won’t,” she urged and went over to her closet. She didn’t pull out clothing, though. Instead, she bent over and grabbed a box. “Now, go, I’ve got stuff to do.”

Once I saw what she was holding, I gasped, “really? I am right here.”

“Yes, but you have to leave and I’m horny,” she retorted and pointed the dildo at me.

“That’s unfair!”

“No, it’s not. You’re the one that has to go prepare for your concert. It’s not my fault. If it were up to me, I’d let you take me in the shower right now.”

My heart rate started picking up. Oh, how badly I wanted to stay, especially with what she was doing to me. Who cared if I was late to band practice? They could wait. But I couldn’t stay. “Your dad will kill me.”

“Okay, so leave.” She shrugged and went over to her bed.

“Now you are killing me,” I groaned. Part of me just wanted us to get in my car so I could drive somewhere secluded.

She sighed loudly and crossed her arms, not making it any easier on me. “Decide. Now. You’re getting me out of the mood. I’ll be fine either way.”

I stood there considering both my options. Sex meant having double the chance at getting murdered, both by her dad and my friends. But it did mean sex, which canceled out the consequences. Or I could go practice and feel a lot more confident at our concert. It was quite the difficult ultimatum. Sex or music?

“Fine,” I huffed and reluctantly left her room, “but you owe me one.”

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a free blowjob card that you can redeem anytime,” she said and closed her door.

A shiver ran down my spine just thinking about what she would be doing in there. I tried to push it out of my mind for the time being, but I knew for sure that it would be coming back. First, I needed to leave this house in one piece. Preferably able to see Mickey again. Part of me hoped that her dad would be in the small room used as an office. But, no, he was just chilling in the living room as if waiting for me.

“I– I’m sorry, Mr. Kingsley,” I quickly apologised before he had any more of a reason to get mad at me.

His eyes fell on me and he breathed in deeply. “I know what stuff she gets into. It’s just not very… pleasant… to walk in on.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I repeated again, feeling very awkward just standing there. “But I love your daughter, and I swear I’m not just saying that to hopefully make you hate me a little less.”

He seemed to relax a little bit, which I saw as a good sign. “I don’t hate you, Alex. Just be a bit more careful next time. Put a sock on the door or something.”

I laughed softly, feeling very relieved. Maybe the fact that Mickey used to do a lot worse really helped me in this situation. “Will do.”

I started to leave the house but froze as I got to the front door. “Hey, Mr. Kingsley, do you mind if I leave my car on your driveway for the time being or should I move it over to Rian’s?”

“You can leave it here for now, just make sure it’s gone before three a.m.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I walked over to Rian’s house and let myself in. The others were already downstairs, I could hear them screaming at each other. I quickly said hi to Ms. Kathi and went down to meet up with my friends.

“Look, he’s finally here!” Rian announced as I threw my bag on the floor and let myself fall onto the couch.

“Oh, shut up,” I rolled my eyes. I was only seven minutes late. “I was talking to Mickey’s dad. I can’t just walk away from that.”

“And that’s why Mickey was naked yelling through her window. Makes sense,” Jack nodded and decided to annoy me by making himself comfortable on top of me.

“That’s just Mickey for you,” I sighed, shifting my weight a little so Jack wouldn’t crush me.

“Oh, dude!” Jack suddenly yelped, slamming his fists against my chest and sitting up. “Don’t be getting a boner underneath me!”

“Fuck off,” I whined and pushed him off. “I’ve got an excuse.”

“We all saw Mickey’s boobs, we should all be having boners now then,” he retorted, immediately assuming that that was what I was referring to. “What do they feel like.”

“Can you guys not!” Rian interrupted, sounding very disgusted from behind his drums. “Zack, back me up here.”

“I mean…” Zack mumbled. “She’s not bad looking.”

“So, tell us what they feel like!” Jack urged, glad that somebody was on his side.

I was about to answer. They did feel great in my hands and I had given them details about girls before. But I caught myself. “Guys! Fuck off! That’s not even why I’ve got a boner.”

“So, you’re admitting you’ve got one,” Zack tried to joke.

“I mean…” I looked down at my jeans. What used to be normal sized and not deemed inappropriate in public spaces, had now grown quite a bit. “Quite obvious, isn’t it?”

“Awe, Lexy,” Jack pouted and put a hand on my thigh from where he was sitting on the floor, “did I turn you on?”

I glared at him and sat up while pushing his limb away. “No, Mickey’s dad walked in on us, I never got to… ya know.”

“Blow your load,” Jack finished my sentence.

“If that’s how you wanna put it. Can we just practice now?”

“Yes,” Rian quickly answered.

“Thank you.” I picked up my guitar and went to stand at the microphone.

Talking about Mickey or my situation wasn’t going to help at all. But, just like I thought, all I could think about was what Mickey was doing up in that room of her’s. It was a great picture to have, but not while I was trying to sing and play the guitar at the same time. Thinking about three things was just a little too much for me to handle in one go.

Notes

I'm still updating without anybody seeing, but I can't stop writing. I had a sequel planned, but I might decide not to do that.