That morning started exactly like any other - with sex. It always started with sex. Jack had explained to her about the involuntary morning erections and the fact that it was basically a given for most men. He was also honest with her that they do go away on their own, without intervention, but since his rules dictated that she relieve him any time he was hard, their mornings always started with sex, whether it was oral or otherwise.
She was a fairly deep sleeper, it seemed, and didn't wake up until he was over her, sliding the tip of his cock through her folds, building up the necessary lubrication for himself to push inside. His mouth lowered to her neck, kissing her down to her breasts before sucking in a nipple. Nicole moaned at the feel of it in his mouth and he switched to the other one. He guided the tip of his cock to her opening and pressed in. She opened her legs wider, inviting him inside. Jack was taking slow, deep strokes and it felt pleasant, the friction between them building until Nicole felt herself coming.
"That's it, I love the feeling of your tight little pussy squeezing around me," Jack picked up speed, powering through her clenching orgasm until he was coming himself. He rolled off of her and declared that it was time to get up, that they had things to do today.
Nicole looked up at him standing in front of the bed. Wondering why he said it like that. THEY had things to do? What did that mean? It was a weekday and he usually spent the majority of the day working, not that he took much time off on the weekends either. There was a sense of excitement that they might actually do something different today, but also a sense of dread at the fact that she might not like what they were going to do.
"Put on some panties and let's go have breakfast," he told her, pulling on shorts.
At the kitchen island, over cups of coffee and bowls of cereal Jack started laying out the plans for the day and all Nicole could do in response was stare at him wide-eyed.
"I was thinking about your adventures in reading," Jack started, in between spoonfuls of multi-grain cheerios, "and I think it's more than just the fact that you've fallen out of practice with it or that the first book you picked up was too hard for you. I watch you read, the way you literally have your nose in the book, or the way you draw, bent over the sketch pad and I started thinking that you need glasses." He looked at her as if expecting a reaction, but Nicole just stared back at him, the cereal sitting in her mouth unchewed. "You know I went back and looked at The Alienist and besides the fact that it's a more complicated text, it's also a much smaller font than the books you've been reading more easily. I think you need to have your eyes checked."
"I don't think I've ever worn glasses," she squeaked out, still entirely unsure about what he planned on doing. She could be wrong of course, but she had a really strong feeling about this. The idea of something sitting on her face that way, the way glasses did, seemed completely unfamiliar and foreign.
"That might very well be true. You might never have worn them, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you don't need them," Jack explained. "I made an appointment with an optometrist for today to get you checked out." Nicole's heart raced at the words. She couldn't understand exactly what he meant by that. He was actually going to take her somewhere? She suddenly felt overwhelming anxiety at the idea of leaving the house.
"We are going... out?" She asked him, feeling her face pale.
"Yeah, we're gonna go out. Listen, I really need you to cooperate with me on this. It's really important," Jack's face was serious. "You have been really good at following all the rules so far and you've done a good job staying home alone too, and I really don't want to be wrong about the fact that I can trust you out, outside of this house."
"Do we have to do this?" She felt a lump forming in her throat. She felt safe here with Jack and somehow, not knowing anything about the rest of the world outside of what she read in books and movies made her really nervous to face it. Jack looked at her face intently.
"Are you scared to go out?" He lifted an eyebrow. He scanned over her face while waiting for her to reply. She nodded. "Why are you scared?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "It's just a feeling."
"Nicole, you're gonna be fine. You just need to listen to me and do exactly as I say and everything's going to be fine," he took a long sip of his coffee, looking at her over the rim of the mug. She bit her lip, looking down into her bowl. "First thing, any kind of doctor's visit requires a certain amount of information about the person, even if I'm paying cash out of pocket and there's no insurance involved, so we kinda have to get our story straight on this, ok?" She nodded. "Your full name is Nicole Elker and your birthdate is December 8th, 1996." Her breath caught.
"Is it really?" She looked at him, trying to commit this information to memory. His gaze shifted between her eyes.
"It's the information that we're going with because this is what's going to make sense," he explained. "The thing is that... you look really young, younger than you actually are, and it would just be really suspect for anyone to have the impression that we are..." he sighed, looking up and then back at her, "anything other than father and daughter," he finished the phrase that he seemed reluctant to say. Her eyebrows inched closer to her hairline. "I made the appointment for you and it makes sense for the father of an eighteen-year-old to still make these kinds of appointments and to take her to appointments. It's more normal than... another sort of scenario. So we're just gonna go with that."
"So I have to pretend you're my dad," she reiterated.
"Just if it comes up. Don't actually... volunteer that if it's not necessary." She nodded. "Seriously, I have absolutely no incest fantasies so it's gonna do nothing for me if you start calling me 'daddy.' It's just a matter of being on the same page when it comes to strangers." He sighed again. "Speaking of strangers - don't talk to them. Just don't get involved in conversations with random people you don't know."
"I don't know anyone besides you," she reminded him.
"Let's keep it that way," Jack smirked.
She still felt nervous about the entire thing, feeling uneasy the whole time while they showered and got dressed. It was starting to get colder out these days so while looking through her dresser drawers for something to wear, she chose a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Jack reminded her to put on a bra too, which she usually didn't wear around the house. The only ones she had were sports bras and she put them on when she and Jack went out for a run or a walk. He tossed her one of his zippered hoodies to wear too and commented how maybe they should stop at a clothing store too and get her some better fitting clothes.
It seemed like an incredibly long drive. She watched the scenery passing by the car windows, the endless trees alongside the road, turning a variety of bright colors. Occasionally they passed billboards and isolated houses, but most of the way was monotone until they seemed to be entering a city. Or maybe it was just a town, she wasn't sure. He pulled into a parking lot of a large shopping mall and looked for a spot. Nicole felt her heart hammering again. Jack cut the engine, unbuckled, and opened his door to get out.
"C'mon, let's go," he motioned with his head. She took a deep breath, pushing her door open and rounding the car to join Jack. "Spell the last name," he quizzed her.
"E-L-K-E-R," she replied, stuffing her hands deep into the pockets of the hoodie. He looked her over as they walked through the parking lot towards the building.
"You're gonna be fine. You look very much like an authentic teenager," he told her. She side-eyed him. "Oh yeah, that's perfect, very believable," he winked at her expression. "You can roll your eyes at me too, that would be spot on."
She stuck close to him as they walked through the near-empty halls of the brightly lit mall. She was glad that he chose to do this mid-morning on a Tuesday soon after the place opened, since she imagined there'd be a lot more shoppers out in the evening or on the weekend. They went into a LensCrafters and Jack checked in with the girl at the reception desk. She handed him a clipboard with papers to fill out and he filled everything out on his own while Nicole scanned the walls covered in different kinds of frames.
"Nicole?" A man in a shirt and tie under a white lab coat called out to her. He looked to be about Jack's age, but heavier and with a full beard. She stood up, looking back at Jack. He nodded his approval, that it was ok for her to go, but she still found herself hesitating. "I'm Doctor Jameson, come on back this way," he motioned to her.
