Wilson's Hard Lesson

by K. Anderson

  “Tonight,” he said, and Kendall knew that it was a command. Kendall nodded again. She didn’t know how she would manage it, but she knew she would find a way.

  Mark gave a single nod, and he kissed her hotly before returning to the living room. Kendall leaned against the counter as her head spun. Her heart beat hard in her chest and excitement built up in her stomach. She started the dishes and allowed her mind to wander to what the night would hold for her and Mark.

  The rest of the night seemed to pass torturously slowly. Kendall lingered with the family in the living room for what seemed like hours before Mark finally stood up to put the boys to bed and to retire himself. Kendall could not help that her eyes were drawn to his shapely buttocks as he moved up the stairs.

  Shortly thereafter, Allison suggested that they also move upstairs and head off to sleep. Kendall agreed, feeling excitement bubble to the surface. Once Allison was asleep, she could easily sneak out of her room and go see Mark. It was getting closer and closer to the time for her to make her move.

  Kendall followed her friend into her room, and sat on the bed as Allison shut the door behind them.

  “So,” Allison said softly as she moved toward the bed. “When were you going to tell me that you were seeing my dad?”

  Kendall felt the blood rush from her face.

  Chapter Seven

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Kendall feigned innocence, and felt her heart pound hard in her chest.

  “I saw you two in the kitchen, Kendall,” Allison said, and Kendall felt her stomach drop. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I … I don’t know.…” Kendall stammered as she tried to find an explanation. “I don’t know what happened.”

  “I think I do,” Allison said, her voice low as she came to stand directly in front of Kendall. “I think you slept with my daddy.”

  Kendall gasped as Allison suddenly knelt down in front of her friend and placed a hand on both of her thighs, running her hands slowly upward. Already in a state of high arousal, Kendall couldn’t help but feel turned on by the touch. Still, though, Allison was her friend, and she had never acted this way before.

  “Allison!” Kendall protested. “What are you...?”

  “Shhh,” Allison suddenly rose and pushed Kendall back onto the bed, a hand clasped over her mouth. “We wouldn’t want to wake up my brothers.”

  Kendall shuddered at the idea and found that it only served to increase her arousal. She felt Allison’s hand slip under her shirt and move to caress her breast through her bra. Her eyes fluttered back in her head as her friend’s soft, delicate hand massaged her flesh, and she rolled her over involuntarily. Kendall was mildly panicked by the situation, but more than that, her body ached for the soft touches.

  “I saw the way you two looked at one another in the kitchen,” Allison whispered sensually into Kendall’s ear, sending violent shivers down her spine. “The air was rippling with tension. It was obvious. I even started to get a little wet. And if I was turned on, I can only imagine how you must have felt.”

  Kendall felt Allison’s hand dip beneath the waistband of her jeans, and she bit her lip hard as her friend traced a finger through her juices and circled her clit. She squirmed on the bed beneath her and worked hard to keep from whimpering or crying out.

  “You’re just so wet right now,” Allison whispered and flicked her tongue over Kendall’s earlobe. “But I know that’s not all for me.…”

  Kendall couldn’t even reply as Allison dipped a finger into her tightness. She bucked her hips up and ground her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure. Allison began to pump slowly in and out of her, and Kendall was just beginning to lose herself in the sensations when she saw the door of Allison’s room open. Kendall felt her entire body blush furiously as Mark stood in the doorway.

  Kendall was desperate to defend herself. But Allison’s hand was still clamped tightly over her mouth and her fingers were still working deep inside her. She looked into Mark’s eyes and shuddered at the dark, powerful lust she saw there. She watched as he entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

  Kendall’s mind whirled at the insanity of the situation, but she could hardly think straight as Allison began to twirl her thumb over her engorged clit.

  Allison brought her fingers up to Kendall’s face. She moved the hand that was clamped over her mouth, only to insert two fingers into it. Kendall’s eyes rolled back as she licked and sucked her friend’s slender fingers, cleaning them of every drop of her fluids. Allison gestured for her to remain quiet as she removed her fingers and began to undress. Kendall watched in fascination as Allison bared her body.

  Kendall’s eyes watered as Allison began to massage her breasts. She began to squirm on the bed beneath them as she felt her orgasm approaching. She released a soft moan, and Allison withdrew from her in an instant, leaving her frustrated.

  “It won’t do to have you making noises like that,” Allison shook her head reproachfully.

  Allison moved so that she was straddling Kendall’s face. Kendall felt her heart beat erratically as she looked up at her friend’s glistening entrance. Allison slowly lowered it onto her face. Kendall couldn’t help herself. She leaned her head up and lapped hungrily at her friend’s slit, marveling at the exquisite taste.

  All the while, Mark stood back and watched the situation unfold. Kendall arched her back and flexed her hips, and every now and again he rewarded her by slipping a finger into her depths. Kendall felt stimulated in a way she never had before. She sucked hard on Allison’s clit, and she felt her friend bury her hands into her hair as she was lavished with oral affection.

  Kendall moved her hand and slipped two fingers into Allison’s core, pumping into her hard. Allison’s hands tightened in her hair, and she bucked her hips faster into Kendall’s mouth as she lapped at her clit.

  Allison wanted to scream. Her juices were running down over her face, and her friend had leaned back so that she could manipulate Kendall’s breasts as she rode her face.

  She licked at Allison faster and faster, and she felt Allison’s inner muscles begin to clench. Kendall gave her friend’s clit a solid flick of the tongue, and she felt Allison’s body spasm in orgasm. The only sound she made was a soft gasp, and then she collapsed onto the bed beside Kendall.

  “You made me feel so good Kendall,” Allison whispered sensuously. “It seems like we could have spent all our years together a little better than we did, hmm?”

  Kendall smiled knowing that this would be a new beginning to their friendship.

  Spread Wide and Filled

  by my Best Friend’s Dad

  By: Naughty Nicole

  Spread Wide and Filled

  by my Best Friend’s Dad

  © Naughty Nicole, 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter 1

  College was hard, but I was finally getting the
hang of it. Living on campus did make it easier, especially since my best friend lived off campus, and she was born with every possible privilege you can imagine. I liked Rachel, and it really had nothing to do with her father’s wealth. It did make my weekends off campus a lot more fun though.

  “Latte?” Rachel asked me, as she walked to the double-doors that led out of our faculty building. We had just attended our last class for the week, and I knew that she was going to ask me to come and spend the weekend at her house. Her father was hardly there, and so she really needed the company.

  Also, she needed reinforcements to help deal with her eight-year-old twin brothers, Jethro and James. I loved the boys, probably a little more than Rachel, but that is just because I had a little more patience than her.

  “Sure…Am I packing a bag?” I asked.

  “Do you mind?” she asked, squinting, as we passed my residence. We went inside and got the things I would need for the weekend. Then we made our way to her Maserati, and headed off campus, towards her home on the upper eastside of Manhattan. I was always incredibly star struck whenever we walked into the three-storey penthouse. It always looked so immaculate, and I always felt like I was transported into a whole other world.

  I wondered what her father must have done to have afforded this lifestyle, but all she has told me was that her father was loaded. I knew why she decided to attend university in New York too, because seriously, I wouldn’t want to leave my home for too long either if it looked like that.

  The boys would be home at around 4, their driver picking them up from boarding school. The maids moved around the house like robots, and Rachel ignored them for the most part. Her father was not home, as usual, and I really couldn’t help but think that he probably stayed away from them because he knew that Rachel was available to look after her brothers.

  Walking passed the pictures in the hallway, I noticed their pictures again. I’ve always thought that her dad was hot. So was her mother. But she died during childbirth, while she was giving birth to the twins.

  There really didn’t seem to be another women in his life now though, or maybe, that was where he spent all the time that he wasn’t here.

  Rachel grabbed a bottle of champagne from the kitchen, and after we changed into our bathing suits, we went up to their private rooftop pool to tan. I could really get used to this life. But I needed to remind myself that this wasn’t my world, and that I was just a guest here.

  The boys arrived just after 4p.m., and they greeted me enthusiastically.

  “Heather!!!” James yelled at me from across the pool.

  “Hello James,” I said, seeing Jethro as he appeared through the double doors leading on to the roof. They were identical, but their recent change in hairstyles and their attempt at establishing their independence had definitely made it easier for me to tell them apart.

  The boys hung onto me, and I lifted them off the ground. It was easy too, because they are just the tiniest, skinniest, most lovable little things. I really don’t know why Rachel got so irritated with them, for the smallest things. But I had always been very patient, with kids, with animals, with men.

  The twins got into their bathing suits and joined us in the pool. We played for a while, and then went down to get showered and ready for dinner. The maids insisted on cooking, but Jethro wanted to make pizza, and he wanted to make it with me. We tore up the kitchen, having fun, playing music and dancing, and got two extra-large pizzas out of the oven in about an hour. Then we hung around, eating, and watching DVDs.

  “Dad?” Rachel said, looking back, over the couch. James and Jethro jumped off the couch and went to hug the man who looked like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine, the kind that appealed to women who liked silver foxes with money. I could smell the money on him.

  This was the first time that I had been so close to this man. And he was every bit as attractive as his pictures. More so even, and I could smell him clear across the room. I caught myself staring, and looked away. As I did, Rachel stood up and went to him, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Dad, this is Heather, a friend from college…” I was not sure what to do with myself, so I stood up. Rachel motioned with her head for me to come to them, so I did.

  “Hello sir…” I said, extending a hand for him to take. He took it, and shook it firmly.

  “Heather made pizza dad,” Jethro said, excitedly.

  “Did she now?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested. Then he let go of my hand and walked into the room, to where the pizzas were sitting half-eaten on the table. He grabbed a slice, and took a huge bite from it. “Mmm,” he said, “this is really good!”

  He looked at me and winked. I smiled, and felt my face flushing. I hoped nobody noticed this, especially not Rachel…

  Chapter 2

  Waking up the next morning I went down to the kitchen, early. I wanted to see if I couldn’t get another look at Mr. Barnes, outside of the view of his daughter, or his sons. He really was hotter in real life than he was in his pictures, and I just wanted to perve over him in some privacy. But he was not in the kitchen, and so I asked the maid who was there to make some coffee. The machine always got me, and their filter coffee was way better than the instant stuff in the cupboard.

  I wondered why I was so attracted to Rachel’s dad. I knew that it was physical. But also, I knew that it was probably his power. This man had more money than I could ever dream to make, and with money, came incredible power. He really was the full package, and it was certainly a package that I wanted.

  I knew though that I was not allowed to want him, so I shook this image from my head, and tried to free myself of this desire.

  “You’re up early…” Rachel said as she walked sleepily into the kitchen. She went straight to the coffee and poured herself a cup. Then she came over to me, and refilled my cup.

  “Yeah, I just wanted to get started early…plan the day’s events with the boys…” I said, hoping that this would be enough of an explanation for her to leave me alone.

  “You really love those critters don’t you?” she said, more a statement really, not even a question.

  “I do…” I said, honestly. I did love the two little boys that Rachel really didn’t seem to care too much for.

  We set about planning the day with the boys, much to Rachel’s irritation. I wanted to ask her about her dad, about his plans for the day. But I knew that this would seem a little bit too enthusiastic, and so I bit my tongue, literally.

  Going to shower, we got under the falling spray of water together. Rachel washed my back, and I returned the favor. Then she pulled me close to her and kissed me. I giggled for a moment, kissing her back though. We messed around sometimes, and I really didn’t mind. It’s not like either of us were lesbian, and we both spent more time together than allowed us to mess around with anyone else.

  After a moment, the kissing became light petting and then we showered finished. Stepping out of the shower, what had just happened inside it is completely forgotten, we went downstairs to make breakfast for the twins, who should be waking up any moment now. I could not help but look around, at the door, at the dining room on the far end of the kitchen space, looking for Mr. Barnes, who seemed to be missing in action.

  I imagined that the maids would have taken him his coffee in bed, and even breakfast too. I imagined that if he wanted to slip out of the penthouse without being seen, this was more than possible. He probably would want to just slip out without having to say goodbye to his kids, just to avoid the drama of yet another business trip.

  The boys walked into the kitchen just in time to pull me from my fantasy about the head of the Barnes household, the patriarch of what is essentially an establishment. Rich people really lived in a whole other world.

  After breakfast, we got the boys ready for a trip to the mall. We needed to get pencils for the boys, and we figured we may as well get Rachel’s retail therapy demon fed. I resigned myself to being the keeper of Jethro and James, and armed
with one of Rachel’s credit cards, I went off the stationary shop, leaving Rachel to ogle over shoes and handbags.

  By the time we were done, we settled in for a quick lunch, before we took in a movie. It wasn’t the kind of movie I would normally watch, but I could sit through two hours of animation for the sake of the twins. Besides, I could spend the two hours thinking about Mr. Barnes, while Rachel busied herself shopping, and the boys were distracted by the glorified cartoon on the big screen.

  We got back to the penthouse at around 5 PM, and the boys were tired. They went to their room to take a nap, and Rachel got a bottle of champagne from the fridge. We took it to the rooftop, and settled into the chaise longs on the pool deck, relaxing into the evening. We really should both get lives, I thought, but the current status of our schedules didn’t bother us too much.

  “What do you think about Ben?” she asked me, out of the blue.

  “Ben Sherman, from college?” I asked her, wondering where this question came from.

  “Yeah Ben Sherman from college…what do you think of him?” she asked again, again not giving me an indication of what her intention was.

  “For me or for you?” I asked, needing her to get to the point.

  “For me silly…” she said, finally getting to the point.

  “Oh, he’s alright…great body…” I said, not really wanting to get into this discussion. Rachel always seemed to want the strangest boys on campus, the ones who seemed to be too distracted by their own lives to worry about who she was, or who her father was. I guessed I could understand that.

  “Yeah…” she said, and then she left the conversation there. She knew that I didn’t really enjoy discussing her love-interests, because they changed every week. Sometimes my patience was present, sometimes not. Fortunately for me, and for Rachel, she seemed to know when my patience would allow her to continue on her tangents of love, or lust, or whatever…