Wilson's Hard Lesson

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by K. Anderson


  Chapter 3

  We went through the next week at college without too much drama. Rachel and I did lunch twice that week, and by Friday, she was beside herself with excitement, meeting me outside my last class as usual. I was not sure if I should go with her to her home this weekend though, wanting to rid myself of my obsession with her father, which had really taken a hold of me now.

  “I’ve got a date…” she said, her eyes wide, like she really was the cat that got the cream. I guessed correctly that it was with Ben Sherman, and the details of how she got this date didn’t interest me at all.

  “Let me guess, with Ben?” I asked her, just because.

  “Of course with Ben honey, he wants to take me to dinner.” She really was excited, and I tried to fake excitement too, knowing that this was what she needed from me right then. I wondered though, if she was going on a date, who was going to look after her brothers.

  Not my circus though, I told myself. It really was though; the thought of the twins being stuck with the maids in the penthouse all weekend bothering me somewhat.

  “Where is he taking you?” I asked, surprising myself at the enthusiasm in my voice.

  “I don’t know, he says it’s a surprise!” she said, and I walked her to her car.

  Thankfully she didn’t ask me to go home with her, and I assumed that this was because the dinner date with Ben probably involved her taking Ben back to their penthouse to get to know him a little better. Or a lot better. At least I knew that the twins would have her on hand if they needed anything.

  I said goodbye to her, and turned back towards my res building. In my room I started to think about my weekend, without Rachel, and started to think that my life really had started to revolve around her. I needed to think of ways to occupy myself without Rachel. I really needed to find myself a hobby. One thing however, one part of Rachel’s life, really had me in a bit of a funk.

  Her dad…

  After I showered, I tucked myself in my bed, and pulled out my secret stash of Cheerios and chocolate bars. I turned on the small TV in the corner of my room, a gift from Rachel, and I watched reruns of Game of Thrones. Thankfully, Fridays were marathon days, and I knew that I would be occupied for a good chunk of the afternoon, and into the evening.

  There was no need for me to eat too, and although I had the urge for a drink, the college pub didn’t hold any sort of appeal for me. It would be filled with boys my own age, and getting laid by one of them tonight would not satisfy me. My head was still spinning with thoughts of Mr. Barnes, and I didn’t even try to fight these thoughts anymore.

  At around ten, I got a text from Rachel. Rachel was excited about what just happened, and I really didn’t need an explanation of what exactly this was. She also didn’t give too much detail in her text and I was relieved. Although I was sure that come Monday, she would be more than a little eager to divulge all the gory details of this encounter.

  I couldn’t wait!

  Not!

  The weekend went by without too much activity, and come Monday morning, I had successfully gotten the thoughts of Mr. Barnes under control. They had not disappeared altogether, but at least I could look Rachel in her eyes now. And I did just that, looked her straight in her eyes as she gave me a blow by blow account of what happened with Ben on Friday night. The latte she brought me did help me a little bit, and I was more excited by the coffee than I was about the news I was hearing.

  “I need a huge favor…” she started, and I knew that I would probably not like what she was about to ask me.

  “What is it?” I asked her, curious but disinterested.

  “Actually my dad needs a favor…” she said, as though she knew that her dad wanting a favor from me would carry a little more weight than her needing a favor from me!

  “Your dad? What would your dad need from me?” I asked, my interest now peaked. I tried to hide my own excitement now, but I really wished she would just spit it out.

  “I have this weekend thing with my aunt next week, and my dad was wondering if you would perhaps babysit the boys…” she asked me in a way that she almost sounded that she expected me to say no.

  “Not this weekend? Next weekend?” I asked, just to be clear.

  “Yes, next weekend. We will leave you with a credit card to keep the boys entertained, and of course, my dad will pay you for your time…” I really didn’t need payment for looking after the boys, but I couldn’t lie and pretend that I didn’t need the money.

  “Cool, not a problem…Tell your dad I’ll do it!” I said, excited that there was something that I could do for the great Mr. Barnes, the man with absolutely everything.

  “Great, I’ll let him know.” She texted her dad, and after hanging with me for a little while, she rushed to her next class.

  The week went by like a breeze, and come the weekend, Rachel and I were inseparable again. We made our way to the penthouse and after making dinner for the twins, burgers and fries, as healthy as we could make them, we made our way to the bedroom.

  Rachel had been looking at me strangely for most of the night, and I knew what she had on her mind. I had been kind of thinking the same thing, for the longest time, so I wanted to get to the bedroom quickly.

  I knew how the game went though, and I prepared myself mentally to resist her, at least for a while…

  Chapter 4

  Rachel jumped into bed and came up close to me. The richness of her silk sheets got me every time, and this time was no different. She threw her arm around me, across my chest, and whispered in my ear, something that I couldn’t exactly make out.

  “What?” I whispered to her, turning my head so that we were now facing each other.

  “Let’s play…” she whispered back, and then kissed me full on the mouth. I knew that she wasn’t gay. She knew that I was not gay. But we’ve messed around before, just for laughs, and I must admit, I liked it. She obviously enjoyed it a lot more than me though.

  I kissed her back, and then pulled my mouth off hers. I smiled, and then turned away from her. I liked it when she begged me. It made me feel like I had something that she wanted for a change. Crossing my legs over each other, I squeezed them tight. My thighs grazed my engorged femininity, and I was suddenly wet deep inside myself. I wanted her to touch me.

  “Come on,” she said, sending a hand under my top, and taking a finger to my nipple. She gave my hard nipple a squeeze and I moaned, too loudly. “Shhh…” she said, although with the size of this penthouse, I really didn’t need to be quiet.

  I placed my hand over hers, and pretended to move it away. Rachel got more aggressive, and I turned onto my back now. She wasted no time getting my top off. Then she took her own top off, straddling me in the same movement. It was game on, and I stopped resisting. I wanted this too.

  Rachel started to grind against my punani, and I thought that perhaps I squirted, just a little. Her clit was as engorged as mine, and as they rubbed together, I felt myself getting too close to orgasm. I wanted to push her off me, just for a moment, just so that I could delay the end before it happened too quickly. She did this for me though, and she slid down my legs and took my panties with her.

  Then she came up between my legs and placed her tongue directly on my exposed snatch. She slid her licker between my lips and started to lick very slowly. Her hands came up to my breasts, and as she squeezed my tits, she dug a little deeper into me with her tongue. I reminded myself that I was not lesbian, but as I did, I wrapped my legs around her head, willing her deeper into me.

  She obliged me too, and I closed my eyes, thinking that it was really true, nobody knew what a woman wanted better than another woman. She sent her tongue deep into me, and pulled the most incredible amounts of pleasure from the walls of my snatch.

  I exhaled hard, and mumbled something that was incoherent even to me. I placed my hands over hers on my breasts and pushed down harder. She squeezed by breasts a little firmer, and then she pinched my nipples. I started to moan, and she stopped
her work between my thighs. She also stopped pinching my nipples, and pulled herself off me just long enough for her to giggle.

  I was giggling too, thinking that this was really not the kind of pleasure that I had ever thought I would allow myself to experience. And the first time Rachel suggested it, I thought, why not. I was a little bit uncomfortable, but since both of us had boyfriends at the time, and I remembered reading somewhere that every woman has at least one sexual experience with another woman in their lifetime, I figured why the hell not!

  Now it had been months, and we always seemed to find ourselves back here. Knowing that both of us were still into guys though, it really didn’t seem like too much of a problem. Besides, I was really enjoying it. But like I said, Rachel was really enjoying it a lot more than me. She took her tongue to my snatch again, and I closed my eyes, taking my fingers to her head, pressing down hard on her scalp. Her hair was so soft, and I wanted to run my fingers through it. But there was no time for this, because I felt like I had to press her head down hard into myself.

  She made a real meal of me, and I parted my legs now, allowing her easier access to me. Rachel really had a powerful tongue and I felt this power all the way through me, up into my belly, into my chest, and even up my neck. Then I felt the beginnings of an orgasm again, and I wanted to push her off me, but I couldn’t. It was just feeling so good.

  Then she started to kiss my thighs, and then work her way up my belly. When her mouth landed on my tits, the pleasure ran in quick successive waves through my chest, and I could not help but open my eyes, and look at her. She started to bite into my breasts, and I felt like I had been transported to a whole other place. I watched her move from nipple to nipple, biting, licking, sucking, and then biting again.

  She was so skilled at what she was doing that I suddenly felt inadequate. I didn’t know what I would be able to do to her to reciprocate, but I knew from previous experience that I wouldn’t have to. Rachel was a bit of a control freak, and I loved this control freak. It meant that I could just lie back and relax, and enjoy everything that she was doing to me.

  Things were about to be stepped up a bit, and when her mouth found mine, I kissed her with the utmost appreciation…

  Chapter 5

  Her fingers found my clit now, and rubbed down hard against it. I searched for her clit as well, and fingered her wetness as aggressively. When she started to make her way into me with the longest of her fingers, I stopped moving on her clit. I needed to just receive her completely into me first. When she got all the way up inside me, I searched for her hole again.

  Once found, I started to dig into her wetness. He pussy was so wet, so inviting, that I could not help myself from going all the way into it. When I was all the way inside her, I started to move my finger in and out. I knew that this wasn’t the way she planned to finger me but I didn’t have as much skill as she did.

  She pulled her finger from me slowly, and then forced it back inside me again. Then she pulled it from me again, before she was once again going into me completely. As her finger moved in and out of me, she pressed against my walls. The intensity was incredible, and I tried to mimic her movements in and out of me.

  I finally got the hand of this fingering, and she moaned as loudly as I was. I knew that I was doing something right now, and there was an incredible sense of relief that overcame me. We kissed passionately as we moved our fingers almost completely through each other now, bringing each other closer and closer to orgasm. It seemed like we were going to have a simultaneous eruption, and there seemed to be nothing that would stop us, not now that we were on a collision course with our climax.

  Rachel blew first though, and this surprised me almost.

  Then she slipped another finger into me, and with these two fingers, she brought me closer still. I gasped, loudly, and then started to moan. I wanted to find her pussy again, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure that she was sending into me now, with two of her delicate digits.

  She paused suddenly, and I wanted to hold her hand and push her deeper into me. But she seemed to be playing with me now, and she seemed to be enjoying this almost-climax that she was feeding me. I almost screamed with frustration when again she was stopping, and then starting her fingering of me.

  Her breasts rubbed against mine, and I thought that the circuit of pleasure had been complete. When she was adding a third finger to me, I parted my legs a little more, and pushed myself down on her fingers a little harder. Then I started to grind my cunt in small circles over the fingers that were moving in and out of me with renewed eagerness.

  Then her thumb settled on my clit, and as she dug a little deeper into me with three of her fingers, pressing deep circles into my clit, I felt like now she would actually allow me the pleasure of having an orgasm.

  She did, and I panted loud pants as I rode the wave of a magnificent orgasm. We kissed a little longer, and then she turned off me. Rolling onto her back, she pulled me on top of her now. Then she guided my head onto her pussy now, and I started to lick her wetness. She tasted every bit like I knew, and I started to suck on her clit. Then I dug my tongue into her and started to work my own kind of oral magic on her.

  Rachel started to make her signature sounds now, and I knew that my magic was really working now. I got into her deep, and then pulled from her the loudest orgasm I had ever heard. I wanted to stop, to check the door. Then I remembered that we were alone in the penthouse for the most part, so I just kept my tongue where it was. I kept moving it in and out of her, and as she came down from the glorious rollercoaster ride I just sent her on, she was suddenly very quiet.

  I eventually moved my mouth off her, and made my way back on to her mouth. We kissed a little bit longer and then rolled away from each other. We talked a little, about everything but what had just happened here. We never talked about it. It wasn’t necessary. The sooner we let it go, the better. Soon enough we would probably be doing it again anyway.

  I fell asleep, and didn’t dream. When I woke up in the morning Rachel was looking at me with a mischievous look in her eyes. I knew what she wanted, and she knew that I was going to give it to her. I did need to brush my teeth though. Morning breath and I were not the best of friends.

  When I came out of the bathroom, Rachel was lying in the bed with her legs open, and her knees bent. She was sending a finger into herself, and then bringing it to her mouth, and licking it seductively. I laughed out really loud, knowing that Rachel had a very naughty side, and I liked it. I was also very naughty, so I jumped on the bed and stuck my tongue in the place her finger just was. Rachel held my head in place, and I worked towards bringing her to a beautiful morning climax. It took a while, but eventually she blew.

  Then she returned the favor, and brought me to a rather wild climax. Then we both got into the shower and got ready for the day. The day didn’t include anything too hectic though, and as we went downstairs to get coffee and make breakfast for the boys we discussed a possible trip to the mall. Window shopping wasn’t the same as real shopping, but I didn’t have Rachel’s budget, and I really didn’t like her to always be footing the bill for our shopping sprees.

  Window shopping it was…

  Chapter 6

  The week of my first babysitting gig came around a little quicker than I thought, but I was glad. I got ready to make my way to the penthouse, and I packed my overnight bag, enough clothes for the weekend, and went downstairs to wait for the cab.

  The cab came about twenty minutes after I reached the bottom of the stairs, leaving my res building behind me. I knew that I was a little bit too excited to be in the penthouse, and I knew why. It was because I will be there without Rachel, and I could pretend, only pretend, to belong in the space.

  As we made our way through the city towards the Upper East Side, I was a little bit anxious now. I wondered if Mr. Barnes would be there, even if it was just to welcome me, and lay down the rules. I didn’t think so though, because if he knew
he was going to be there, then why would he need me to babysit.

  I started to think that maybe, if this goes well, it could lead to more such jobs. Rachel could get away more often, and leave me to take care of the boys. I really didn’t mind. And if, by chance, I got to see Mr. Barnes on occasion, then all the better.

  “Hello, Heather…” It was Rachel.

  “Hello, what’s up?” I asked her, casually.

  “Just checking on you. The boys should be home any minute.” She really was just checking on me, thinking that I would be so irresponsible as to not be there on time to receive the little ones.

  “I’m just pulling up to your building, it’s going to be fine. Enjoy your weekend…” I said to her, and then paid the cabby.

  “You too,” she said, sounding like she didn’t believe that I could really have any sort of fun with James and Jethro. I had a few activities planned, so it was really going to be fine. I walked into the penthouse about two minutes before the boys arrived.

  We were immediately on the same wavelength. Jethro and James paid attention to everything that I said, obeying all my instructions, meeting all my requests, and the afternoon went by rather pleasantly. I put them to bed at around 9, because they fell asleep watching the movie that they chose. It really was uneventful, and I went to the kitchen to get some wine.

  Nothing was off limits, according to Rachel, except for her father’s study. I haven’t even seen the room, so there was nothing in me that said that I should even go and have a look. I was not curious, at least not for the most part, and so I took the wine back to the TV room, and chose another, more adult appropriate movie for myself to watch.

  I started to fall in and out of sleep, feeling a little tired myself now. The wine probably had something to do with it, but I don’t think so. I took the remainder of the bottle to the bedroom with me, with the glass. I also took a packet of crisps from the kitchen, just to keep my mouth occupied while I watched TV in Rachel’s room. I knew that even though I was sleepy downstairs, I will not be too sleepy once I got upstairs.

 

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