Wilson's Hard Lesson

by K. Anderson

  Kendall’s breathing came in ragged gasps as Mark continued to bring her ever closer to the edge. Her brain was turning to mush, and she felt her body rapidly approaching the edge. She began to tighten her muscles, in preparation for what was sure to be an incredible climax. Just as she thought she would come, Mark withdrew his finger from her entirely, and Kendall cried out and bucked her hips as she was left in the agony of her denied orgasm.

  “Shhh,” Mark soothed and settled himself over her body.

  Kendall pleaded incoherently as she felt the tip of his length at her entrance. She felt him draw its head up and down her slit, teasing her.

  “Mark, please!” she gasped and arched her hips in an attempt to entice him.

  Mark looked into her eyes, and without a word he plunged his entire length into her tight wetness. Kendall groaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of being so completely filled. She held onto Mark’s shoulders as he pounded into her, and she bucked against him wildly in return.

  Kendall whimpered and let out hoarse cries as she once again felt herself nearing the edge of orgasm. She half feared that he would deny her again, and she willed herself to go over the edge before he could cut her release short. She dug her fingers into his back and scratched all the way down to his buttocks, which she clutched fiercely. Mark let out a growl in response, and he reached between them and pressed down hard on her clit with his thumb.

  Kendal cried out at the intense contact, and the cry grew into a hoarse scream as her inner walls clamped down on his erection. Her nerve endings seemed to explode as she was caught up in an intense orgasm. Unrelenting, Mark continued to thrust into her, and her orgasm seemed like it would never end. His breathing grew ragged, and he pumped faster than she thought possible.

  With a growl, Mark suddenly pulled out of her and took his hardness in hand and began pumping up and down his shaft furiously. It took only a few seconds for him to reach his end. Kendall watched in fascination as his semen spurted out of his tip and splattered onto her stomach. She shivered at the sensation, and she felt a surge of heat course through her at the sight of his cum on her body.

  Mark collapsed on the bed beside her, panting heavily, and placed a kiss on her cheek. Kendall, too, focused on catching her breath and coming down from the sexual high that she had just experienced. She seemed to be floating in a dream, and she felt the urge to fall asleep. She felt Mark shift on the bed beside her, but she couldn’t be bothered by his movements.

  “Hold still,” he said to her. “I’ll be right back.”

  Kendall nodded, and her eyes followed him as he moved into the bathroom, her eyes drifting to his toned buttocks. She felt the strange desire to purr in appreciation of his masculine beauty. She lost sight of him as he went into the bathroom. She could hear him rummaging about, and she heard running water. When he moved back into her line of sight, she noticed that he was carrying a washrag. Kendall could not help but blush as she realized what he would be using it for.

  “Stay still,” he said as he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. Kendall did as she was instructed, but she couldn’t help but flinch as she felt the warm, damp cloth run over her sensitive skin to collect the fluid that had been deposited there. When he finished cleaning her up, Mark leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead before getting up and returning to the bathroom to take care of the rag.

  Kendall sat up in the middle of the bed and ran her fingers through her unruly hair. No longer lost in the haze of desire, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. She gathered the blankets around her from the bed so she did not feel as naked as she truly was. Mark chuckled at her as he reentered the room, and she ducked her head in embarrassment.

  Mark said nothing, but moved onto the bed and lay down beside her. He tugged at the blankets she was hoarding, and she released her grasp on them so that they were both covered up. Mark placed his arm around her shoulders, and she allowed herself to cuddle up to his side. She once again had half a mind to fall asleep, but anxiety was beginning to creep up inside of her again. She carefully extricated herself from under his arm and began to crawl off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” Mark asked her from the bed as he watched her begin to gather her discarded clothes.

  “Home,” Kendall answered simply, though she was fighting off a measure of panic.

  “Oh,” Mark blinked, seeming surprised. He, too, moved off the bed and began to dress. It did not take long for them each to be fully dressed. Kendall checked to make sure she had all of her belongings, and she moved out of the room, Mark following closely behind. She had every intention of walking out the front door without another word, but Mark cut her off.

  “Kendall,” he said, and Kendall lowered her eyes. He took her chin in his hand and gently held her face so she had to look him in the eyes.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked, concern radiating from his blue eyes.

  “I don’t know,” Kendall answered fretfully, and she felt tears gathering in her eyes.

  “Please don’t cry,” Mark frowned as he wiped away a tear that had escaped. “I’m sorry, I should never have let this happen. This was all my doing, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. We will forget it ever happened.”

  “No, no,” Kendall shook her head. “I’m sorry. I just … I don’t know what we are supposed to do now. I don’t know if things can ever be the way they were before.”

  “Well, I assure you,” Mark started. “You still have a job here if you are not too uncomfortable. You mean a great deal to me, Kendall, and I don’t want to remove you from my household just because we want one another.”

  Kendall nodded, and a sense of relief flooded through her. Still, she could not help but wonder how on earth they were going to interact with one another now that they had known each other intimately.

  “Believe me,” Mark spoke again. “Everything can be exactly as it was before. Maybe we can work out another arrangement, but it would be entirely separate from your work life.”

  Kendall relaxed a bit more. Mark seemed to know just what to say to calm her. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

  “Thank you,” she said gratefully. “I’m sorry I’m such a wreck. I just never imagined I would be in this kind of situation.”

  “Trust me, neither did I,” Mark chuckled. “Are you sure you want to go home? We can have lunch if you like.”

  “I think I’d better go home,” Kendall said. “This is a lot for me to handle, and I’m barely keeping it together.”

  “Alright,” Mark nodded, though a frown of concern marred his features. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need to talk anything out. I care about you, Kendall. This wasn’t just a quick roll in the hay for me. I’d hate for you to think that.”

  “Thank you,” Kendall blushed, but smiled. “I’ll be going.”

  Mark nodded and opened the door for her. Kendall hastily made her way to her car. She waved at Mark as she pulled out of the driveway.

  Chapter Five

  Kendall’s mind grew numb as she drove home, and when she got to her apartment, she headed straight into the shower. She allowed the hot water to cleanse her mind and body, and when she was clean, she dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts and lie down in her bed. Unwilling to begin to think about her new situation, she allowed herself to fall asleep.

  The rest of the weekend seemed to pass all too quickly. Too soon, Kendall was preparing to go back to Mark’s home and resume her tasks as babysitter and house sitter. She wondered how things would be different, or if things would be different. All during the drive, Kendall found herself chewing her bottom lip from nervousness.

  Before long, Kendall pulled into the driveway of the house, and she went through the process of shakily gathering up her things. She took a deep breath as she approached the front porch. She hesitated a moment before ringing the doorbell. When she finally gathered the courage to do so, hardly a moment passed before the door was opened, and Mark stood in
front of her.

  “Good morning,” he smiled down at her as he moved to let her enter the house.

  “Good morning,” Kendall replied, her eyes locked on her feet as she moved into the house.

  Before she could move to do so, Kendall felt Mark’s hands on her shoulders as he helped her remove her jacket. She remained silent as he hung the garment on the coat rack. She flinched as she felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder, and she turned her body to face him.

  “How are you?” he asked her quietly, concern shining in his cool blue eyes.

  “I’m alright,” she gave him a small smile.

  “Are you sure?” he looked down at her and a small frown creased his forehead. “If you need to talk about anything, I have time.”

  “No, it’s fine,” Kendall shook her head. “I think I just want to try and put everything out of my mind for a while.”

  “I understand,” Mark nodded, and she heard a bit of relief in his voice. “Take all the time you need. Nothing has to be strained or uneasy between us, and it doesn’t have to interfere with your job here.”

  “I know. Thank you,” Kendall said, hoping that her voice was adequately conveying her gratefulness.

  “I’m going to go ahead to work,” Mark informed her. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and she blushed at the sweet gesture.

  “Have a good day,” he smiled.

  “You too,” Kendall shyly returned, and his smile widened.

  Kendall watched as he gathered up his things and headed off to work. She released a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. A sense of immense relief filled her body. That had certainly not been awkward, and Mark had not merely brushed her off as if nothing had ever happened. They were adults, after all, but that did not always guarantee emotional maturity. Still, Mark was much older than her, and he had a great deal more experience dealing with his emotions and the emotions of others.

  Kendall allowed her thoughts to linger on the subject, but after a while she decided to sit down and start her work. The day flowed seamlessly as usual, and so did the following days, and even the following weeks. Kendall and Mark interacted somewhat more intimately, but they did not engage in another encounter. They had, however, established a routine of sharing breakfast before Mark went to work.

  Kendall found that she was developing deeper feelings for her boss. He was charming and funny and very intelligent. Kendall worried that their growing relationship was inappropriate, but he assured her that he found no issue with their age difference, or the fact that she was his babysitter. He even admitted that he found it very attractive that she got along with his boys so well, and that they, in turn liked her. Kendall was flattered by his admission, and she could not deny that she loved his sons.

  There was another factor that Kendall had all but forgotten. That issue arose in the form of a phone call from her best friend, Allison. Kendall had been wildly embarrassed as soon as she saw the name appear on her caller ID. She had been developing feelings for the father of her best friend. The very idea was enough to embarrass Kendall. Still, she could not shun her friend because of her own shame, and she nervously answered the phone.

  “Hello?” Kendall answered, trying to sound as positive and normal as possible.

  “Hey!” Allison responded excitedly. “How are you?”

  “I’m doing well,” Kendall answered, trying to calm the frantic beat of her heart. “How is school going?”

  “Well, as well as one can hope,” Allison said dismissively, and Kendall laughed. “What about you?”

  “The same,” Kendall sighed. “But we’re getting closer to our degrees every day.”

  “You’re absolutely right,” Allison affirmed, her voice confident. “So what are you up to this weekend?”

  “Nothing much,” Kendall shrugged.

  “Good,” Allison replied. “I’m coming into town tonight for the weekend, so you should spend the weekend at my place!”

  Kendall said nothing as a wave of anxiety crashed over her. The idea of spending the weekend with her best friend was, of course, appealing. It was the idea of spending the weekend with her father that caused her to falter. Kendall knew very well that sexual tension had been building up between them since the day they had slept with one another. She knew very well that spending a weekend in his home would be an ordeal by fire for the both of them.

  “Kendall?” Allison’s voice asked on the speaker of the phone. “You still there?”

  “Yeah,” Kendall replied hastily. She despaired briefly. She knew that she couldn’t deny her friend without arousing suspicion.

  “Alright, sounds great!” Kendall said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

  “Awesome!” Allison replied happily. “I’ll call you when I get in.”

  “Alright,” Kendall confirmed. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “See you soon!” Allison chirped, and then hung up the phone.

  Kendall made sure that the phone was completely hung up before she released a shaky breath. She was incredibly nervous about the coming weekend, but she had agreed to it. And now she had to follow through. She began to gather up clothes and put them into a bag so that she would not have to return to her home. She collected a few toiletries and her toothbrush. Just as she had finished packing, she heard a honk outside her apartment. Kendall looked out the window, and sure enough, Allison was waiting for her in the parking lot.

  Kendall shouldered her bag and exited the apartment, being sure to lock the door behind her. She got into Allison’s car, and she wasted no time in wrapping her friend in a tight hug.

  “It’s so good to see you,” Kendall said. Her anxiety and tension seemed to melt away as she was reunited with her friend of so many years.

  “I missed you!” Allison replied as she pulled back from their hug. “I’m so glad we can spend the weekend together. It will be just like when we were little.”

  Kendall allowed her mind to drift back to all the weekends she had spent with her friend over the years. They were always laughing and talking about various social items or any number of frivolous things. They always had something to do together. Kendall allowed herself to remember Mark through all those times. Kendall remembered thinking how attractive he was. She vividly remembered harboring a very serious crush on him in junior high. She had not shared her secret with anyone, especially not Allison.

  Now, Kendall could only smile in dark humor at the sense of nostalgia the memory gave her. Now, her crush had come to fruition in a way she would never have imagined, and she was still very eager to keep that knowledge out of Allison’s grasp.

  Before long, Allison pulled into the parking lot of her house, and each of them gathered their belongings from the trunk. Allison used her key to enter the home.

  Chapter Six

  “I’m home!” she called out. Kendall immediately heard the patter of footsteps coming from the living room. Allison chuckled as she was wrapped in two pairs of arms at the waist. She bent down on her knees and hugged her brothers back.

  “Hey, Kendall!” Adam greeted her cheerily, looking up at her with sparkling eyes.

  “Hello, Adam,” Kendall smiled down at him. “Hello, John.”

  John gave her a lazy smile, and Kendall smiled even more broadly as he looked up at her with his calm demeanor.

  “Welcome home, sweetheart,” Kendall couldn’t help but shudder at the sound of Mark’s voice, and she averted her eyes as Allison moved to embrace him.

  “Thanks, Dad,” Allison stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

  “Hello, Kendall,” Mark turned to her, and Kendall looked up at him. She saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, and she knew he realized the reality of their situation. Naturally, she blushed.

  “Hello, Mr. Thomas,” Kendall replied politely. His smile widened, but otherwise he appeared unaffected by the formal use of his name.

  “Here, you all go into the kitchen,” Mark said. “I’ll go take yo
ur things up to Allison’s room.”

  Mark moved to gather their things, and Kendall followed the throng of people into the kitchen. Dinner was already prepared, and as soon as Mark returned from upstairs, they commenced to enjoy their meal. Kendall mainly listened as Allison conversed with her father and brothers. She allowed her eyes to wander across the table to look at Mark. He was dressed in his loafers and jeans, with a dark green sweater that clung nicely to his muscled frame. She looked up at his face, and his eyes were upon her. Kendall felt a surge of hot lust, and she bit her lip. She saw Mark’s eyes darken from across the table.

  The dinner proceeded in that manner, and before long Kendall felt very aroused. Somehow, rather than being embarrassed, she found herself being turned on by Mark’s furtive glances at her even as his children were gathered around the table. Kendall found that her mouth was constantly dry, and she squeezed her legs together under the table to attempt to get some relief from the dull ache between her thighs.

  At length, they finished dinner, and Kendall offered to clean up the kitchen so the family could spend some time with Allison. At first they protested, but Kendall insisted, and the family began to move back into the living room. Mark lingered, though, and once the others had left the room, he seized Kendall and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss. Kendall dug her fingers into his hips and kissed him back with equal fervor.

  Mark pulled back, clasping her head between his hands, his eyes hungrily searching her face.

  “I want you.” he whispered so low that she could scarcely hear him. Kendall could only nod in response, her lips still tingling from the force of his kiss.