Wilson's Hard Lesson (32 page)

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…

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…

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…