The Doctor's Fake Nanny: Contemporary BWWM Romance

by Tiana Cole

  “Tell that to my mom. She said I’ve turned it into a depot after I renovated it.”

  “I can imagine how that conversation went,” Cassidy replied in amusement.

  “Would you like some wine?” Tristan asked solicitously.

  Cassidy nodded her head, expecting him to retrieve some from the kitchen. Instead, he walked to a nearby wall where a fridge lay hidden within its recess.

  “You have a fridge in your bedroom wall?” Cassidy asked in mock disbelief.

  “Err… yeah. I need it to store some of my film negatives. Most of what I shoot is digital, but every now and then I‘ll go old-school and shoot with actual film,” he explained. “It has a certain feel to it that digital photography lacks. It’s more of an art.”

  Cassidy caught sight of several photo prints hanging on the wall and stepped towards them for a closer look. They were mostly 5 x 7 prints, and she recognized some of the pictures as ones he showed her the night they met at the coffee shop. She went through them one by one and recalled how beautiful they were.

  She came to a sudden stop in front of one photo in particular and gasped. The façade was a familiar one. It was obviously the large plate glass window of Ron's Good Beans Café where she worked, but what drew her attention was the focus of the shot. Right in the middle of the photograph, through the plate glass, she recognized her face.

  “That’s me,” she exclaimed in surprise.

  Tristan approached and handed her a glass of wine.

  “Yup, that’s you,” he answered.

  “Why… why didn’t you show it to me the night we met?”

  “Because this one was shot with film, and I wasn’t even sure how it would develop,” Tristan answered as he studied the photo closely. “I wanted to try out my new telephoto lens and took that photo on a whim. It’s when I first noticed you.”

  “I don’t look so bad, do I?” Cassidy giggled. “I think you actually managed to make me look, um, err… interesting.”

  “You are the most self-deprecating person I know. You have no idea just how beautiful you are,” Tristan replied, locking his warm eyes onto hers.

  Cassidy swallowed hard. Not because she didn’t believe him, but because he was standing so close and staring at her so intently. She lowered her head to avoid his gaze as his arms casually snaked around her waist. Her breathing hitched when he placed a finger to her chin and raised her face towards him again.

  He kissed her gently as he lowered his moist lips against her own. It was a kiss so sweet a sigh escaped through her lips. His five o’clock shadow tickled her gently as she melted against his hard, firm body. It was everything she'd expected it to be.

  She was surprised at her own boldness as she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to taste him for the first time. The kiss deepened as he cradled the back of her neck, her own arms pulling him even closer, her breasts crushed against his chest.

  The kiss ignited the sexual tension that had started back at the park. He begun another round of devastating kisses, swinging the pendulum from tender to savage and leaving her totally breathless.

  His kisses had turned more urgent as he walked her backwards to the bed, arms flailing wildly, and desperately removing pieces of clothing along the way. He fondled her breasts against the cloth of her cotton top as she began to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged the shirt away from him, simultaneously reaching out for the hem of her blouse and yanking it off her head.

  She could feel the heat of his body radiating through the six pack abs that were now in full display. She couldn’t resist the temptation to run her fingers through his chest hair as she inched closer to him once more.

  They stared at each other, grey-green meeting her dark golden brown, speaking volumes of the desire that sizzled between them.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked her huskily.

  She nodded her head, never more sure of anything in her life. It was really an unfair question to ask right now because her breasts were squashed against his chest.

  He caressed her shoulder, moving down the side of her arms then onto to her back, creating sensuous patterns with his fingers.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said as he kissed her mahogany skin.

  She ran her knuckles over his jaw, relishing the feel of the rough stubble and imagined them rubbing against her pussy. The thought sent a thrill coursing through her body that eventually pooled in her groin.

  Tristan pushed her gently onto the mattress, his fingers expertly unzipping the front of her pants before reaching down to her ass and peeling the jeans off her legs. She was now naked except for her skimpy white thong.

  She reached out to unzip his pants, but he pushed her hand aside as he slithered out of them, boxers and all. The lines in his abdomen were like little canals that ran below his pectoral muscles. Cassidy couldn’t resist the temptation to brush her fingers softly between them before he lay softly on top of her.

  His cock was pushing hard against her pussy, her panties the only remaining barrier that stood between them.

  Oh my god, he’s big. The thought ran through her mind as his cock grinded against her groin.

  He lifted her up into a sitting position, his thighs straddling her hips, her legs under his and wrapped around his ass. Locked together, he gazed down her breasts, his yearning written all over his face. He cupped both her breasts into the palm of each hand as he grazed her neck with a kiss.

  His lips followed the curve of her shoulders down to the side of her breasts before he claimed one into his mouth and sucked. With his other hand, he fondled the other breast, playing with her nipple using his thumb and forefinger. Cassidy’s back arched with pleasure as he alternately sucked on both nipples with his lips and tantalized with his tongue. She strained hard against him, moans of pleasure emanating from her lips.

  He twisted suddenly and pushed her back onto the bed with him on top of her. He showered her belly with soft bites and wet kisses until he reached the triangle patch of her pubes. With one swift move, her thong was in shreds, as he casually tossed it aside.

  “Open your legs wider,” he commanded, and Cassidy obeyed like a robot.

  She held her breath knowing what to expect, but still unprepared for the hot and cold flashes as his tongue assaulted her clit. His hot breath tickled the sides of her vagina as his tongue explored the insides of her thighs and every inch of her pussy.

  Cassidy was breathing hard as she raised her head to look at him, but she couldn’t stay upright long enough. She fell back onto the mattress as his tongue sucked her clit, sending her into a frenzy. His ministration was driving her insane as he peeped at her from between her legs. The wanton look in his eyes only managed to make her hornier, and she was never wetter than she was at that very moment.

  She slumped down onto the bed as she climbed the apex of her orgasm. Every flick of his tongue against her smooth nub was indescribable pleasure, sending her higher and higher. She clawed at the sides of the bed as his tongue slipped lower and deeper inside her. She had reached her peak by the time he was back sucking on her clit.

  A guttural scream escaped her lips as the first of a series of orgasms hit her like a tidal wave. She flounced on the bed like fish out of water. She wanted to control the tide that was sucking her in. But it was no use. She had no power over it as her body heaved and shook violently when the second orgasm hit her.

  “I want you inside me,” she begged him.

  Tristan needed no second invitation as he clambered between her legs and mounted her. He positioned his cock onto her clit and rocked slowly back and forth. The feel of his hard dick rubbing against the velvety softness of her clit ignited her once again.

  Cassidy was panting. She feverishly grasped onto the ephemeral sensation that propelled her to the edge of the abyss.

  After a few more strokes on her over-sensitized clit, he rammed into her, pounding her repeatedly so that she was lifted partially off the bed. She steadied herself, meeting his thrusts in perfect
harmony, lifting her hips so he could penetrate her even deeper.

  Tristan’s grunts were coming fast and Cassidy knew he was almost there. After a few more strokes, her pussy felt like it was ready to explode.

  “I’m cumming…” Cassidy whispered.

  Like a fuse that had reached the end of its wick, they ignited together in savage orgasm. Cassidy felt like her brain had exploded as she clung to him tightly with her arms and her ankles wrapped around his calves.

  A few minutes passed before Tristan’s heavy breathing subsided. His body writhed every now and then as he emptied himself inside her. Cassidy felt limp as a rag doll as her own quivering body settled down. The ringing in her ears disappeared, followed by a lethargy that swept from the tips of her hair down to her toes.

  he hardly managed a peep as Tristan twisted on top of her and settled by her side. He raised her shoulders slightly and placed his arms around hers. Her head was nestled against his neck and her arms wrapped around his chest. Nothing felt safer. The world’s troubles couldn’t get to her. She could stay there forever, she thought.

  It felt like home.

  Tristan and Cassidy grew into a routine. No commitment. No spoken promises, but an easy way of being together. Cassidy kept her apartment in Queens but spent most nights with Tristan. He was courteous and affectionate. All the love-making kept her from her notebook in the evenings so she changed her schedule. She woke before Tristan and would go to the kitchen to wrote in the early mornings.

  After about two weeks, she felt completely comfortable with him. The kitchen which was filled with every appliance known to culinary arts and a huge porcelain covered French stove covered with iron plates that heated from underneath. The coffee machine was built into the corner and it made delicious espresso. She made herself a cappuccino and settled in with her notebook. She was working on her fictional Tristan, caught up with crack-heads in a small town in Alabama, an innocent who met the wrong fate at the gas station.

  “Morning,” Tristan greeted with a sleepy smile.

  “Good morning,” Cassidy smiled as she quietly closed the notebook and sipped her cappuccino. “Want your black double espresso?” She got up to push buttons on the coffee stand.

  “So what’s this? A diary?” Tristan teasingly reached for the notebook.

  “No!” Cassidy said with more edge to her voice than she meant. “It’s my notebook.”

  “Oh?”

  “It’s… I guess…”

  Tristan smiled. “Just can’t get rid of that self-effacement, can you? We’ve got to work on that, Cass.”

  Cassidy knew he was right. There was nothing wrong with aspiring to be a writer.

  “It’s my journal. It’s not a diary in the way you think. I write down snatches of conversation, or character descriptions, or, just names. You know, someone comes into the café and they tell me their name with the order. Sometimes a name just strikes me and I write it down.”

  “Ha! Did you write down Tristan?”

  “I did. I mean it’s not you, it’s the name. It’s hard to explain.”

  “Try me.”

  The coffee stand gave out a final hiss. Cassidy poured Tristan’s espresso into a tiny cup and set it in front of him on the large kitchen table.

  “I… well… someday I want to be a writer.”

  “So your notes are like snapshots. You write those sketches and then, eventually, you have a story. Is that it?

  “Yes.” Cassidy was relieved he understood. Somehow he got it.

  “You capture people in words. I capture them with the camera. I think I know how the process works,” he smiled as he sipped his espresso.

  “I never thought of it that way. You’re right… snapshots. I’m going to call them snapshots from now on.” She gave him a big grin, her face lit with excitement.

  Tristan reached his hand across and touched her arm. She felt the electricity shoot through her. His grey-green eyes looked into hers. “Cass, never be ashamed of your talents. It’s a gift. Practice. That’s what makes you go from good to great. I want to see you in here every morning writing away. If you don’t want me to talk to you, just tell me.”

  Cassidy flushed with pleasure. She had much to learn and Tristan was such a gentle, understanding teacher.

  “I’ll let you know, but I like it when you talk to me.”

  “You do?” He grinned. “Like this? Take off your robe.”

  Cassidy flushed again. She felt the fires start burning inside. She stood up and slowly undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She took the waist tie and draped it around her neck like a scarf.

  “Yes,” Tristan breathed. He walked around the table and took her in his arms. She took the tie from around her neck and draped it over his head. “We don’t need that,” Tristan said as he tossed it to the floor. She felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. She felt warm all over as she pulsed inside with desire.

  Tristan pushed her against the table, sweeping the cups to the side. She lay on the immense table, and wrapped her thighs around him, crossing her legs behind him.

  “Oh, yes, you are so warm and wet.” His hand caressed her lips gently and then his thumb found her clit.

  Shock waves pulsed through her body. She didn’t know she could cum so fast. The tip of his shaft found her entrance and lightly pushed as his fingers worked their magic.

  “Tristan, Tristan! I’m cumming. Cum inside me right now”

  His pushed the entire length of his shaft into her. She felt the thrill of pulsing all around him. She wrapped her legs tighter, pushing against his buttocks, as he began a steady rhythm, sending her into an ecstasy of passion.

  “Now,” he cried. “Now.”

  She felt him shoot into her as her walls pushed against his shaft.

  He fell beside her on the table. He placed his arm across her chest, his strong fingers gently caressing the side of one breast. They both sighed at the same time.

  Tristan started laughing. “Well, that’s what I think they call a quickie.” He looked into her eyes. “Was it good for you, my Cass?”

  She nodded her head, still panting.

  "Well, you certainly distracted me from reading your story,” he joked and the two laughed together.

  Chapter Five

  Tristan traced his strong fingers across Cassidy’s jaw line as she talked on the phone with a coworker.

  “Hi, Melanie.”

  She playfully batted away Tristan’s hand. He stuck out his index finger and started tracing lines around her breasts.

  “Yeah. Uh-huh.”

  Tristan slid his finger up to her nipple and Cassidy sucked in her breath.

  “No, I’m fine. Hey, I’m wondering could you cover for me tomorrow?”

  Tristan bent his head down and kissed her between her breasts.

  “You can? Oh, that’s just great! I owe you a day. Thanks.”

  She turned her face to Tristan with a smile.

  “Okay. That’s done. So what’s the big mystery? Hey, look at me.”

  She touched the back of his head. He stopped tracing her breast and lifted his face. His grey-green eyes looked into hers.

  “I want to take you into my world. We’ve been hanging out together here. We have our own little mini-space, you and me.” He smiled.

  “I thought we could start sharing our lives in the outside world. I want to introduce you to one part of my life.”

  Cassidy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Did he really want more? Sharing lives? Don’t get carried away. This was a new development. How would she share back? Her mind went blank. What did she have to share? When she thought about it. Her life was pretty boring. Work and then more work. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him about the escort service.

  “But I want it to be a surprise,” Tristan said. “So tomorrow we’ll have a late morning brunch here and then we’ll be off.”

  “What should I wear?” Cassidy was uncertain about her wardrobe meeting his upscale artsy photog
raphic world. Were they going to a photographic exhibit?

  “Something simple and elegant. You look good in everything. You’re such a treat to the eyes, Cass.”

  “Hmm,” she replied, mentally cataloging her wardrobe.

  “It’s outside. So make it easy to wear.”

  Outside? Were there photo exhibits outside? Cassidy was mystified.

  He really did keep it a secret. She didn’t find out until the next day.

  They didn’t head to the west side or downtown. Tristan threaded the streets heading east. Cassidy kept seeing signs for Long Island and they drove past large homes surrounded by acres of greenery.

  “Where are we going?” Cassidy was mystified. She smoothed her red silk dress.

  Tristan glanced at her. “You look great! Fantastic! Stunning!”

  “You didn’t answer the question.” Cassidy realized she wasn’t into surprises as much as she thought she was.

  He veered onto a country road. “We’re almost there.”

  A few more turns and they were at Bethpage State Park. Five world class golf courses. Golf? Tristan didn’t seem the type. And he wasn’t dressed in golf clothes and she hadn’t seen any clubs. They drove into the park, Tristan took a turn and they were at the Polo Grounds. He pulled up, parked, ran around the car, and opened the door.

  “You’re going to see my baby,” Tristan smiled like a kid with a new toy.

  “Your baby? What baby?” Cassidy was worried. He had a baby? There was another woman? Thoughts raced through her mind.

  Tristan took her hand as she got out of the BMW. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

  He led her past some tents and toward polo ponies tied in a line. Cassidy was glad she had on low heels. He feet sank in the grass.

  “Antonio!” Tristan cried.

  A very handsome man in white pants and a colored shirt turned and waved.

  “She’s all ready,” he said as he patted the rump of the horse.

  Cassidy was a little hesitant. She’d never spent much time around horses. As far as she knew they were big and unpredictable.

  “Come on,” Tristan said, tugging at her hand. “Meet, Bellissima.” He walked up to the horse and talked to her while petting her neck. “Cassidy meet Antonio. Antonio, Cassidy.”