by Berri Fox
Ana’s eyes immediately fill with tears and her lower lip begins to quiver. “You know what, miss?” I pull her attention to me. “I bet if we go shopping, just the two of us, we can buy all kinds of stuff that your mom usually won’t let you get. I bet we could have lots of fun together.”
“Really?” Ana searches my face, before glancing back at her mom. Tiffany nods her head with a smile.
“Could we get gummy worms,” Ana says slyly, gaging Tiffany’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
“Sure, maybe even chocolate bars,” I say as if that’s the most illicit thing imaginable.
That causes Ana to giggle, and she finally agrees to let Tiffany get some work done. Tiffany sends me a warm, grateful smile and mouths the words, thank you. I smile back as my heart does a little flip flop in my chest, and a fuzzy feeling wraps around me.
Ten
Tiffany
I get home early and manage to catch dinner with Ana and Rachel. I quickly get lost in my thoughts. Over the past week, I’ve really noticed how badly I needed someone competent to look after Ana.
In the past the nannies have been less than competent. I feel like none of them really cared. Rachel obviously cares about Ana.
I don’t need a nanny that will love my daughter like their own, but it is nice having someone who cares and tries with her.
Rachel is a hard worker. I respect that. She’s more than earning her pay with me.
I also can’t help but enjoy spending time with her. I’ve been finding more and more reasons to come home early lately.
Not only do I love seeing my daughter, but I also get to have dinner with Rachel. I have to admit that it’s a pretty serious bonus.
These feelings have been keeping me up at night though. I haven’t felt this way about someone since Anabelle.
I push down the thought. No. Anabelle was once in a lifetime. That part of my life is over.
I have never felt pain like I felt when I lost her. It felt like there was no more brightness left in the world.
But I had to go on for Ana. I couldn’t let her world be over even though mine was.
I know she feels the loss. I see it sometimes, but she’s managing it.
She does like Rachel though. She likes her a lot. And why shouldn’t she like her nanny?
I just worry that it gets dangerous to get so attached. I don’t know how long this thing will last.
This is all the more reason why I have to realize that these feelings for Rachel are a fleeting fancy. I can’t disappoint my daughter like that. I can’t take someone else away from her.
Still, I can’t help but notice every little thing about Rachel. I tell myself that it’s because she’s so beautiful and she’s around so much, but I don’t know.
It could be that, or it could be something more.
I don’t want it to be anything. I need to give Ana stability. I need to give myself stability too.
I can’t pursue just any beautiful woman. Truthfully, I’m not sure if I can pursue anyone.
My mind goes back to last night. We brushed hands and the room got so hot I had to fan myself. I thought I was going to faint.
I suppose not even I can deny the sexual tension between us. Like I said, she’s absolutely gorgeous. I want her. I really do.
I get up after we finish eating and start to gather the plates to do the washing. Rachel helps me and follows me into the kitchen.
I can feel myself blush as she does. Suddenly, I become aware of every action I take. Every step, every breath becomes deliberate and awkward.
I hear Ana giggling from the other room as she watches me. Way to look out, kid.
She follows us and peeks at us through the door frame. Every time I go to look at her, I see her smiling face retreat behind the wall to hide.
She’s not the best at being subtle, but she’s so cute it’s hard to get mad about it.
Still, I’m the mom. I try to give her a stern look when I catch her. I don’t want to encourage too much spying.
We stack the plates beside the sink and I start washing. Rachel grabs a towel to do the drying.
I continue to be ultra-aware of what I’m doing. Even so, I’m nearly dropping the plates as I hand them to her. Shouldn’t my deliberateness with this make me better at this and not worse?
Rachel smiles at me and shyly looks away when I hand her the plates. A few times, I even catch her staring.
I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling sparks too. I shove those feelings down. I don’t want to get attached.
As we work, I hear a little voice start to sing from the doorway.
I turn and see Ana poking her little head in and starting to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid.
I love my daughter, but I do not appreciate her trying to wingman me right now.
“Anastasia,” I say sternly. I try to give her the most mom look I can muster.
Rachel is turning bright red. She looks pretty cute when she blushes.
“Okay, Ana, time for bed,” Rachel says. She starts to chase after her, shooing her with her hands.
I watch the two of them go. They look like they could be a family.
I turn back to the washing, embarrassed. I start to wash, but I put the plate down and start laughing.
All of this seems so absurd. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.
I feel like the child in the situation. My own six-year-old seems to be more sure about it than me.
Oh, to be young and carefree. I almost forgot what that’s like.
For a moment, all the cares and worries in the world, fade away. I’m just laughing in my kitchen about my kid trying to get me to play the field.
I laugh harder than I have in a long time. I laugh harder and harder until there are tears streaming down my face. I try to keep it down so Rachel and Ana don’t hear.
Rachel will think I lost my mind, and Ana will feel empowered to pull this again.
I wipe the tears from my eyes as the laughter subsides. I giggle a few more times and go back to washing. That felt good. Really good.
I try to think back, but I can’t remember. I don’t know when the last time I laughed was.
I know I had plenty of laughs with Anabelle, but I’m not sure it’s happened since.
I smile to myself and suppress a few more giggles as I work. Maybe there will be more laughter again soon.
Eleven
Rachel
I shoo Ana out of the kitchen. I start heading upstairs with her.
I can’t believe she started singing that song while Tiffany and I were doing dishes. It’s so embarrassing. I want to scold her, but I guess now I know I’m not crazy for thinking something is there.
When she settles back into bed, she has a huge smile on her face. I can’t punish her when she looks so happy.
“Ana,” I say, trying to sound stern. “Do you know why what you did was wrong?”
She giggles in response. This kid is going to be the death of me.
“Ana, honey, I don’t want you to get your hopes up about something that isn’t going to happen,” I explain. “Life isn’t always like it is in your cartoons.”
“But my mom is happy,” she says. “And people who make each other happy should be together!”
I pause for a moment. I can’t exactly argue with that logic.
“That’s true, but making each other happy doesn’t necessarily mean people will be good as a couple. Friends make each other happy too!”
“So you just want to be friends with mommy?”
Well, that’s not necessarily true, but I can’t tell her that.
“I want you and your mom to be happy. I’m happy that I get to hang out with you, kiddo.”
“You should marry her,” she insists. “I want mommy to be happy. You make her happy.”
I try not to blush. Maybe I should be asking Ana for dating advice. She seems to have this all figured out.
“Sorry to disappoint you, kiddo, but it’s not going to happen. B
ut your mommy is happy and we can hang out together and have a good time.”
“She’s happier when she’s with you. She’s around more when you’re here.”
My heart skips a beat. I wonder if that’s really the case.
In any case, I have to shut this down.
“Good night, Ana. Sleep tight and dream about someone else you can play matchmaker with.” I reach out and ruffle her hair.
She giggles and gets settled into bed. I go to turn off the light. She starts humming the song again.
“Ana!”
She giggles and stops. I sigh and turn the light out. I shut the door behind me.
I head back downstairs to Tiffany. She’s finishing up the washing. She turns and smiles at me.
Her face is red, but she doesn’t look embarrassed. I feel myself getting flustered.
Ana is right. She does look happy. Could this really all be because of me?
“Hi,” I say. I don’t know how else to break the awkwardness between us.
“Hi,” she says back. “I’m sorry about my daughter. She can be a little wild sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I just don’t want her to get her hopes up,” I say with a nervous laugh. “We don’t want her disappointed, right?”
There’s a flash of something across her face. It looks like disappointment, but I tell myself I have to be imagining it.
“Right,” she says with nervous laughter of her own. She set down the plate she’s holding to dry.
“Hey, do you want a glass of wine before you go?” She asks. “I’m sure you’ve had just as stressful of a day as me.”
“Oh! Um…” I trail off. I feel like I’m getting into dangerous territory here. There’s undeniable tension between us. Even Ana noticed it.
Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“Sure,” I say with a smile. “That sounds great.”
She smiles back and goes to pour me a glass of wine. I sit down and watch her as she does.
She’s so gorgeous. I could never get tired of watching her. I start to imagine doing some adult things with her now that Ana is down for the night, but I quickly push the thoughts away.
I have to stay focused. The wine might be counterproductive to that, but I can’t let myself get too into this.
“Ana didn’t give you too much trouble, did she?” she asks as she sets a glass of wine down in front of me.
I take it and take a sip.
“Oh no. She was great,” I say. “She’s just precocious.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she says with a laugh. “Precocious. Really, she’s a bit of a troublemaker. Strong headed too. She likes feeling like she’s in charge of everything. Wonder where she gets that from?”
We both chuckle at that. She swirls the wine around in her glass. I take a sip.
Somehow, even under the kitchen lights, she manages to look stunning.
I go to set my glass down and miss the coaster. My glass tumbles over on its side. I jump up.
“Oh gosh! I’m sorry!” I exclaim. “Here, let me clean this up.”
I go to grab the glass.
“It’s fine, really,” she says. She goes to grab the glass too.
Our fingers brush. I feel sparks flying between us. I look up at her.
She’s looking back at me, breathing heavily. She takes a step forward.
I’m so intimidated and turned on. She looks like a hunter ready to catch her prey. I find myself unconsciously moving towards her.
She quickly strikes. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a passionate kiss.
I’m breathless and surprised by the action. The kiss feels incredible.
She pushes me up against the counter as she deepens the kiss. I can already feel wetness growing between my legs. I want her so badly.
I think back to the BDSM demonstrations I’ve seen at the club. I have to admit, I’ve imagined they’d be a bit like this. She’s certainly taking control, and I’m putty in her hands.
She pulls away for a moment and I immediately miss the way it felt when we were kissing.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs?” she says in a husky voice.
I nod eagerly. She takes my hand and leads me towards her bedroom.
Twelve
Tiffany
I lead Rachel back up to my bedroom. My head is spinning.
I can’t believe I kissed her. I can’t believe she kissed me back. I can’t believe we’re about to do what we’re about to do.
I try to seem confident as I walk up the stairs to the bedroom. I have to stay quiet and try not to wake Ana. Thank god the walls are well-insulated. She shouldn’t hear anything.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Or if I have, it’s been a long time. Not since Anabelle.
But something about Rachel just attracts me to her. I know that’s she’s an absolute knockout, but it’s not just that.
There’s something deeper there. Something that makes me wet just thinking about her.
I can’t deny that we’ve been having crazy amounts of sexual tension lately. So much that I’ve been wanting to push her down and fuck her basically every moment I’m around her.
I want her. I want to possess her. I want to feel her body against mine.
We haven’t even started yet and I feel like I could already orgasm at the slightest breeze.
I look back at Rachel. She’s just walking, but she makes it look sexy. Her eyes are half open in a lust-filled haze.
I look forward again. We’re almost there. Then I can tear her clothes off and fuck her silly.
I pull her into the bedroom and pull her close to me again. She feels so unbelievably good against me. She practically melts into me.
I kiss her and run my fingers through her hair. Her tresses feel soft and luscious between my fingers. I’ve wanted to do this to her for a long time.
Rachel presses herself into me and lets me take the lead. She’s soft and warm with curves in all the right places.
I bring her over to the bed and pull her down onto it with me. We lay facing each other, still kissing.
Her hands tentatively begin to feel my body. They rest on my hips and lightly trail down the sides of my legs and up my ribs.
Her touch is electric. The longing looks and secret desires between us are all coming to fruition. I can hardly believe this is happening.
I begin to feel over her body as well. She feels just as nice as she looks. She has an incredible body, even though she tries to hide it with her mom jeans.
I push her onto her back and get on top of her. Her legs fall open for me. I get in between them.
Even this early on in our romp, she’s submitting to me. The way she’s naturally falling into that dynamic is intoxicating.
It’s making me want to see just how far I can take this. I already knew I wanted to fuck her, but now I know that I can boss her around a bit along the way. Every little thing she does is only further turning me on.
I have to admit that I love being able to dominate my partner. Nothing turns me on more.
I already want her so much. Now I can have her in my favorite way. It’s making my head spin.
Every touch leaves me breathless. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want to fuck her right now.
My pussy aches for a release. I know hers does too.
I press my leg in between hers. She gasps and immediately starts grinding on it, trying to find a release from the friction. I love the feeling it makes.
I kiss her harder, wanting to get all of my passion out through affection. She arches her back up towards me, pressing her breasts against mine.
I free one hand from underneath her and go for her breast. I squeeze and feel it over her shirt. She moans into the kiss.
I love it when I can make a girl do that.
I kiss her neck. I can smell her perfume. It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled.
I start to shove her shirt up
her body, wanting to get at the skin underneath it.
Her skin is soft and warm. I can feel goosebumps form as I run my hands over her.
I’m quickly growing tired of waiting. I start to get her clothes off as quickly as possible.
I’m too impatient and turned on to worry about sensually stripping her right now. This is all based in desperation.
I pull my clothes off as well, not wanting things to be uneven. When she’s naked, I take a moment to sit back and admire her. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
And I imagined that she was pretty beautiful.
I take her wrists and pin them above her head. If she’s going to act like a sub during foreplay, I’m going to make sure she follows through with it.
I start to kiss down her neck and rub my body against hers.
For the first time in a long time, I’m able to put my fears and anxieties aside. I’m not thinking about work or nannies or development plans.
I’m totally present with her. And it’s making all of this feel even more intense.
I wish I could live in this feeling. I almost don’t want to finish. When we finish, it will be over.
But for now, I get to stay right here. I get to have a beautiful woman pinned underneath me. She’s completely submitted to me, and I’m going to give her the time of her life.
I give over to all of my instincts and act purely on feeling. I don’t think. I just do.
The way she’s rubbing herself against me makes me think she’s doing the same thing. She wants the release as badly as I do.
But right now, I’m the one in charge. She’ll orgasm when I say it’s time.
Thirteen
Rachel
As I lay naked underneath Tiffany, all I can think about is how much I want her.
She has my wrists pinned above my head. I writhe naked underneath her. Her body rubs against mine and sends shocks of lust and pleasure through me.
I had always been a little curious about the acts the other girls talked about at the club at the Nook, but this is more mind-blowing than I ever thought possible.
