by Jamie Knight
Lowering her voice, she adds, “and the nookie.”
I laugh and shoo her away.
“Okay, thanks again.”
“Bye, Charlie!” she calls out, as she goes to leave.
“Bye, bye, Miss Sally!” he responds, his eyes still glued on Snoopy while he waves goodbye to her.
I’m wondering when Daniel will get home but right then he steps in the door.
“Daddy!” Charlie says, finding the one thing that will break his attention from the movie.
He bounds off the couch and over to the door, jumping into Daniel’s arms.
“Hey, buddy!” Daniel says. “Seems like you’re in a good mood. And how are you?”
He looks at me as he asks this. And then he adds, “Was that the van out front that delivered the cake to Charlie’s birthday party?”
“Yes,” I tell him, hoping he didn’t mind that I had visitors. I had forgotten to ask him. “Charlie wanted to make Christmas cookies and I can’t profess to be any kind of baker. In fact, I’m pretty lacking in the domestic skills department. So I invited my friend Sally, the baker, over, and I hope that’s okay…”
“That’s fine,” he says, as Charlie grabs a cookie from the counter and brings it over to him. “It’s so nice that you guys made Christmas cookies.”
He ruffles a hand through Charlie’s hair as Charlie reaches the cookie up to him and says, “See what we made, Daddy? This one’s for you! Can I have one?”
“Yes,” Daniel says, as Charlie scampers back to the kitchen to get another one. “But let’s sit down and eat in the kitchen so you don’t get crumbs all over the floor.”
We move into the kitchen and Charlie brings me a cookie, too.
“Here you go, Catharine!” he says. “Hope you like it because we made it!”
“Yes we did,” I tell him, as Daniel winks at me.
I’m beginning to like a lot of things around here. Both Charlie and Daniel are chief among them.
Chapter 9
Daniel
It’s good to be home after a long day of work.
Sadly, I can’t say I always feel that way. I love Charlie but sometimes his incessant demands are a bit much to take after dealing with software and employees all day. This evening, though, is perfect. Thanks to Catharine’s help in taking good care of him, he doesn’t seem to be too rowdy or amped up or upset.
As we eat the cookies, Charlie says, “I loved making snow angels and cookies with Catharine. Can she come over all the time?”
“Yes,” I tell him, trying not to laugh at the fact that he clearly doesn’t understand the new arrangement, even though I’d gone over it with him before Catharine arrived. “She’s your new nanny. You remember Miss Natalie, who was here for a while but left?”
“The mean one?” Charlie says, scrunching up his nose.
“Was she mean?” I ask him.
All I knew was that Natalie said he was too much of a handful and that she couldn’t take him anymore.
“She told me I had to eat sushi or I was a baby. I don’t like squishy foods.”
“Oh, my God!” Catharine exclaims. “Is that true that she really did that?”
I shrug, feeling dumb. It’s the first time I’ve heard about it and Charlie sometimes makes up stories. But I also wouldn’t put it past Natalie, who had an odd insistence on doing everything her way, even though her way was clearly wrong. No six-year-old should be forced to eat sushi, of all things.
“I hope not,” I mouth, cringing. “But maybe.”
“I’m glad we have Catharine now and not Natalie!” Charlie continues.
“I’m glad we have Catharine now, too, son,” I say, winking at her.
She blushes and I’m dying to take her again. But I know I haven’t seen Charlie all day and it’s almost his bedtime, so I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I’m sure Catharine has had a long day, too, and maybe she’s eager to get home.
“Daddy?” Charlie asks, as he finishes munching the last bite of his cookie.
“Yes, buddy?”
I’m expecting him to ask me if he can have another cookie. But instead he asks, “Will Miss Catharine be here with us on Christmas?”
“Oh, buddy,” I say, smiling in Catharine’s direction. Both of us have a look of “what the fuck do we say to that?” on our faces. “I’m not sure. We’ll see. But maybe.”
I wink at her, thinking that it would be a great Christmas if I could get her under the mistletoe with me.
“Okay, maybe,” Charlie agrees.
“Now it’s time to put on your pajamas,” I tell him. “And go to bed.”
“Will you read me a story?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
I’m about to suggest that Catharine read him the story, too, because I don’t want her to leave yet. But I realize that would really be rushing things and could be confusing to Charlie.
“Do you want me to stick around, or…?” Catharine asks, as she looks around for her things.
“Yes,” I tell her. “I do want you to do that.”
“Yes, sir,” she says quickly, and it sounds so much like it did when we were in bed together that I almost start getting hard again.
I tell myself to think of gross things and I manage to stave off a raging boner while I take Charlie up to bed.
“Good night, Catharine!” he waves at her. “Thanks again!”
Once I read him the Very Hungry Caterpillar’s Christmas Snack for the third time, he finally falls asleep. I’m afraid that Catharine might have gone home, since it took me a while to get him down and I couldn’t blame her if she has somewhere to be – even if that place is just her own, and away from the rambunctious six-year-old she’s been with all day.
I slip out of Charlie’s room and go downstairs but I don’t see her.
I guess that’s it then, for today, I think, but then I notice that her purse and coat are still hanging on the rack in the foyer.
Could she already be…? I wonder, creeping back up the stairs quietly.
Sure enough, once I open the door to my room, I find her there, under the covers, wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
“Well, hello,” I tell her, sitting down next to her on the bed. “This is a nice surprise.”
“You mentioned something about working backwards with the normal progression of sex,” she hinted, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Oh yes,” I agree. “I do remember that.”
She crawls up to me on her hands and knees, her big, curvy ass on full display behind her, her large breasts swinging temptingly in front of her. My cock rises to the occasion right away as my mind thinks about what a lucky man I am.
“I thought I’d start putting that into motion,” she says, as she takes my pants off. “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard day of work, and I want to take care of you.”
She pulls out my stiff cock and then puts the head of it in her mouth. I can tell she’s inexperienced at this but she sucks eagerly and sloppily, which is way hotter than if she was a pro.
“Fuck yeah,” I whisper, pulling her head closer to my cock, trying to fit more of myself inside her.
She opens up her mouth and lets me all the way in. In return, I reach over and play with her naked pussy, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet, slippery slit.
“Mmm,” she moans up against my cock, her mouth full of me.
I fuck her like that for a while and she deepthroats me like a champ. I can feel myself on the verge of cumming but I don’t want to let go yet. I want to make this last and I want to make her feel good too.
“I need to be inside you,” I say decisively – so decisively that I’m jumping out of bed and swooping her up in my arms.
“Where are we going?” she asks, a coy smile on her face.
“Right here,” I say, holding her up against the wall as I push myself into her.
She wraps her legs around me and holds my cock tight with the walls of her pussy. I thrust in and out of her while she kisses my n
eck. In this position, it’s easy to hold her ass and squeeze it and slap it some.
“This is so hot,” she says, panting slightly. I try not to ram her too hard against the wall so we don’t wake up Charlie. “This is the hottest thing ever.”
“Everything about you is the hottest thing ever,” I say, as I continue pounding her little pussy up against the wall. “I just bring out the best in both of us.”
“You sure do,” she says, as she starts cumming.
As she does, she slips and slides all over my cock, her juices pouring out onto it as well. This only makes everything even slipperier and I squeeze her ass to hold her against me as I hold onto the wall with my other hand, grunting as I myself am getting very close to cumming.
I try to wait until she’s totally done before letting myself go, but I’m afraid I might not make it. Finally, I hear her sigh contently in that way I’ve already learned she does once she’s done with an orgasm, and I hurry up to take my cock out of her.
My cum shoots up onto her stomach and breasts as I hold her against the wall.
“There,” I tell her, as I finish releasing what feels like a ton of backed up cum, even though I just fucked her earlier today – my cock has been wanting her again ever since. “Take my cum all over your naked body.”
I set her down once I’m done and say, “I know you have to get going, soon, but how about that shower I mentioned earlier?”
“Okay,” she says, and follows me into my master bathroom.
“Wow, this is like four times as big as the other one downstairs!” she exclaims.
I’m glad she’s impressed by big things. I think about putting her in the jacuzzi and having some fun with the bubbles. But I know we have to start winding things down now.
“I’d love for you to stay the night,” I tell her, as I soap up her back and shoulders in the tub. I love looking at her curvy body as I do so. “But I think that would be a bit soon for Charlie and a bit confusing.”
“I completely understand,” she says, returning the favor and washing my back next.
I wash her hair, thinking about the intimacy of the act, and how close we’ve gotten so very soon.
I am never like this, and part of me says I’m taking things too fast and that I don’t want them to overheat and erupt.
But part of me can’t help but get overheated around Catharine. And another part of me loves erupting all over her back, ass, legs, and hips and wherever else I manage to blow my load on her after she makes me cum.
Let’s just hope it avoids the important areas, I think.
I start to think about everything that could happen if I were to accidentally knock her up. I’m quite smitten with her, but having a baby with someone is a huge deal. I know, since it already happened to me.
I start to feel really, really stupid for not taking proper precautions earlier. Especially since I should already know the drill, since I’ve been down a road like this before that didn’t end up leading anywhere rosy.
I know that Catharine isn’t my ex, and that just because that whole experience turned out awfully doesn’t mean this one would, too. But that doesn’t mean a baby would be ideal right now. The timing for this would not be ideal at all – not that the riming of these things always is, but still.
I should at least know it could happen and how to prevent it, by now. I’m not some clueless teenager.
I was just way too caught up in my emotions to think straight. But it’s time I change that so that neither of us has to worry going forward – and we can continue having lots of fun.
“I should probably invest in some condoms,” I remark out loud. “It seems we have a lot of sex. And I know Charlie would not be ready for a little sibling!”
“It does seem that way, indeed,” she says. “And I can’t say I’m ready for motherhood, either.”
“Okay, then I’ll pick some up before you’re here again, so I can keep fucking your brains out,” I tell her.
“I like the sound of that,” she says, as we hug underneath the water, neither of us wanting to step out of the shower or have her go into the cold night.
But real life calls, and neither of us has any idea what we’re doing in this fantasy world we’ve created. So, with many sighs of reluctance we step out, get dried, and tell each other goodbye, for now, anyway. But my cock is already hard again and can’t wait until we can do this next time.
And as I press her to me for a final kiss and feel her hard nipples up against my chest, I know she feels the same. I can’t help but pinch one last time before saying, “I’ll see you again soon, right?”
“Tomorrow morning, just as we planned.”
“Oh yeah,” I tell her. “That feels further away now than I thought. I hope I can wait that long.”
“I’m sure you can manage,” she laughs. “And I know it’ll be worth the while for both of us.”
I watch her curvy figure walk away and wish I could go with her, and take Charlie with me. We have all the money in the world but I want love.
Did I just say I wanted love? I ask myself.
I know it’s the Christmas season and miracles happen at Christmas, but I never would have thought that I would be thinking I might be falling in love with someone, and especially not this soon. Especially not someone I just asked to be my nanny and who just had her first day on the job.
Those curves of hers must be very powerful, indeed.
Chapter 10
Catharine
It’s been a week now that I’ve been nannying for Charlie, and things have been going great. Today, we’re making Christmas decorations for the house, cutting triangles out of white pieces of paper to make snowflakes to hang up.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, but I think it’s coming along pretty well.
“Look at mine!” Charlie says, holding up his creation.
“That’s awesome,” I tell him. “I only made mine with 5 pointy sides and you made yours with six.”
“Yeah, that’s because I’m six!” he exclaims happily.
He’s been doing a lot better since I’ve been nannying for him. I think his issues were mainly caused by a lack of a good sleep routine or just routine in general, a lack of ability to run around or be creative in order to engage physically and mentally, and a desire for more attention. Now that I have him napping and have encouraged Daniel to put him on a good sleep schedule, and now that I engage him in activities, he has become a lot more like an angel than like the devil he used to be.
He has gotten to see Daniel, more, too – if only because it seems Daniel likes to take more frequent breaks from work to come home and see me while I’m here.
“Daddy!” Charlie cries out, as if he can read my thoughts and is speaking of the devil.
He had been able to make out the sound of his father’s footsteps out front, before I’d realized Daniel was home. But now that Daniel walks in the front door, I realize how eager I’d been to see him, without really knowing it.
My feet are jittery under the table, so I get up to go take his coat, at the same time that Charlie is bounding over to him saying, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”
“Thanks,” Daniel says, as he hands me his coat and takes Charlie up into his arms.
It’s not something I normally do and I hadn’t even thought consciously to do it, but I think I was naturally getting up to go greet Daniel with a hug and then realized it wouldn’t be appropriate around Charlie. I know we’re trying not to confuse him with whether I’m the nanny or the girlfriend, or get him too attached to me as more than a nanny instead of a mother figure or something, but now I’m the one who’s getting confused, as it’s hard to want to do something that comes naturally, like a hug or kiss, but have to hold back and remember not to when Charlie is around.
So, I guess taking his coat was the best way I could greet him that didn’t seem too weird for Charlie. Although I wish I could just wrap my arms around him and be swept off my feet by Daniel, I find myself feeling s
urprised that taking his coat is a decent substitute. It feels domestic, as if we actually live here together.
I go hang it up in the hall closet while Charlie shows Daniel the crafts we’ve been making.
“And I made more pointy thingies on my snowflake than Catharine did, because I’m older than her. I’m six and she’s five,” Charlie is saying.
“Is that right?” Daniel asks him in response, and we both laugh.
“You’re home early today,” I comment, because normally my shift lasts for at least another couple of hours.
“Yes, I thought I’d surprise you both,” he says. I look at him expectantly and he adds, “I had my driver go pick up a Christmas tree and some pizza. I know you and Charlie have been getting ready for Christmas together and that I rarely have time. I hate to admit we didn’t do anything at all in terms of Christmas decorations last year, other than a miniature fake tree I put his presents near, because I forget about these things until the last minute. So, I appreciate your help in this regard and I thought I’d contribute by getting us a real Christmas tree we can all three decorate together.”
“Yay!” Charlie says, dancing around and then jumping up and down. “Christmas tree is coming to our house!” he sings, to the tune of Santa Clause is Coming to Town.
That kid is just so damn cute.
Suddenly there’s a team of guys at the front door, carrying a large Christmas tree that looks like it was freshly cut. They have snow on their clothes in their hair.
“Hello, sir,” one of them says to Daniel. “Where should we put this?”
“In that corner,” Daniel says, pointing. “Thank you.”
“Wow, when you said you sent your driver to get a Christmas tree, where exactly did you send him?” I ask.
“To the woods a bit upstate from here,” he says, without even blinking. “And I hired these guys to ride along and help get the tree.”
“Wow,” I say, laughing.
I think about saying, you know, most families I know go choose their own tree or cut one down in the woods together, but this must be the Manhattan rich people way of doing Christmas, but I don’t want to offend him. It’s obvious he thinks he did something phenomenal and that the thought of getting the Christmas tree himself had never occurred to him and would never occur to him.
