Wilson's Hard Lesson (33 page)

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…

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.

Looking at my phone, I thought of who to call. I have, after
all, got access to a landline with no limits. I cannot imagine that Mr. Barnes would
go through his phone bill line by line. He probably didn’t care what his daughter’s
phone activities were, and so I looked at my phonebook, trying to think of someone
who would be awake right now.

The only person I could think of was Rachel. But she was probably
looking down a glass of champagne with her aunt, or sleeping, or doing whatever
it was you did at a spa weekend. I put my phone down, and just surfed the channels,
looking for something to rock me to sleep.

I actually missed Rachel now, more than I thought I would. She
was a bit of a handful, but I liked that about her. She was different, living in
a whole other world, a world that she invited me into very often, and she really
made me feel very welcome in this world. She had taught me things that I never knew
before, things that I hadn’t even realized were out there for me to learn, but since
she came into my life, these things have really become a part of my life.

Sushi was one of them. I had heard that people ate raw fish,
for fun before, but never thought that I would ever try it. I never thought that
I would ever want to try it. But then I did, and now I can’t get enough of California
rolls, with avocado instead of cucumber, and with extra ginger, and extra wasabi.
I also learned that sushi goes really well with red wine, for me at least. And if
this is a sign of an unrefined pallet, then so be it. I guess my pallet was unrefined
then.

Even wine, and good coffee. Hell, even good toilet paper. These
were all things that I experienced for the first time with Rachel. I also knew now
what it felt like to shop without a budget, and to walk into a store with no care
or concern about the price of items that you want. It has been a great learning
experience, and I have really loved every minute of it.

I fell asleep with these beautiful memories, but one in particular
stands out. I remembered the first night I met Mr. Barnes, in this house, and the
way he moaned a very sultry ‘Mmm’, all just because I had the ability to make pizza.

I suspected though, that it would take a whole lot more than
pizza to truly satisfy this billionaire…

I stood in the kitchen, making coffee for myself. I still hadn’t
figured out the coffee machine, so I was using the instant stuff from the back of
the cupboard. The twins really gave me a run for my money last night, but that was
alright. Little boys will do that to you.

“How was last night?” The voice in the back of the kitchen caught
me totally by surprise. I turned around to find Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway.

“Mr. Barnes, hello sir. I didn’t think you would be here…” I
said, sounding as shocked as I was.

“Trenton please…how was your night here without Rachel?” he asked,
and then scratched his balls, which surprised me more than the boxer shorts and
no t-shirt that he had on. He came into the kitchen now and started to make coffee
in the machine.

“It was okay, nothing exciting!” I said, not really wanting to
speak now because I felt my face flushing and I felt the breath leaving my body
now.

“That’s hard to believe…I know that boys can be a bit of a handful.”
He came up close to me and reached for the granules just beside my head. I could
not help but look down at his crotch. He seemed to have a very thick penis, and
when he was scratching it again, the thickness moved around under his shorts and
I turned my head away.

“Boys will be boys…” was all I could say. I knew that he wasn’t
trying to draw my attention to his cock, but that is exactly what he was doing.

“That’s true…” Trenton said, and then he moved to the coffee
machine and finished up making his morning fix.

He looked at me now, really looked at me, and I felt a little
uncomfortable. It was as though he knew that I had been having naughty thoughts
about him, and it was as though he wanted to ask me what it was that I had been
thinking. I felt like I should probably say something, but just what I should say
now though escaped me.

“So, what do you like to do?” he asked me after a minute. I was
not sure how to answer him. But then I breathed, and I realized that he was probably
just making conversation with me because I was in his space and because I had just
spent the night looking after his little boys, their sister on a spa weekend with
her aunt.

“I don’t know…I like reading I guess…” I said, hoping that he
didn’t ask me what I liked reading because I couldn’t, at the moment, remember even
the last book I read.

“So you’re not like Rachel then? She thinks that shopping and
manicures and lattes are culture…” I wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious, but
I was suddenly uncomfortable discussing my friend with her dad.

“Lattes are good…” I said, and then thought of how I could get
out of the kitchen and away from this man who was making me very hot suddenly.

“Come with me…” he said, as soon as the coffee is ready, and
he had poured himself a cup. I didn’t know how to not follow him. And even when
I noticed that he was heading towards his bedroom, I followed him still. Oh my word,
what was going on here?

We got into his bedroom, and I looked at his bed first. It was
unmade and I noticed how disheveled it was. He must be a rough sleeper. He pointed
out the walls of shelves on the far end of his bedroom, and I saw what the reason
for this trip to his bedroom was. Rows and rows of books lined the many shelves,
and I knew that he was watching me, to see what book I would gravitate towards.

“Wow…” I said, and started to read the many spines. There were
mostly autobiographies and business books, and nothing that really grabbed my attention.
There were a few works of fiction too though, and I started to move towards these.
I pulled a few from the shelves and read the blurbs. Time seemed to really be suspended
now, and I was once again not sure what was really going on here.

“You’re really pretty…” he said to me suddenly, and I stopped
reading. Did I just hear him correctly? What did he mean?

“Thank you…” I said, at last. This response was so generic though
that I felt I should almost expand on the answer. But nothing else came to mind.
I could feel him moving closer to me, and I started to hyperventilate. I could lie
to myself and pretend that this thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but now that it
was really happening, I could almost not believe it.

How long has he thought that I was pretty, I wondered? Did he
really think so too, or was this just his way of getting into my pants, so that
I could be another notch on his billionaire belt? Whatever he was thinking though,
I could so see myself doing things with him, and then never speaking about them
again. He was just that attractive.

He came up close to me and took the book out of my hand. Then
he read the back of it, sipped his coffee, and then put it down. Then he walked
me to his large windows, and showed me what was probably the most magnificent city
view I had ever seen. Money really could buy you a lot of things, and one of them
was a magnificent view.

I felt his breath on the back of my neck suddenly, and I was
very anxious, very nervous. I started to think that if Rachel ever found out about
this, that our friendship would probably be over. But I have never been the type
of girl to let an opportunity pass me by, and if Trenton could keep this secret,
then I knew that I could definitely keep it…