“It's not that late sorry. About nine o'clock.”
“Right, I didn't think about the fact that you're a college student. I guess you stayed up a lot, don't you?”
“I study a lot.”
“Is that the new code name for parties?”
“No Sir, I do double coursework and I do study a lot. I probably should cut down a couple of classes, but I want to just get it over with, you know?”
“No, I really don't know. I miss college. It was a lot less work than I have now.”
“I can imagine. You work at a very high demand job, so you must be tired of that.”
“And what are you going for?”
I told him that I was going for accounting and he seemed rather impressed.
“That is a good profession. Lot of these kids nowadays that I talk to are going for some sort of social studies and I don't see how it's going to get them a job when they graduate. Everybody needs accountants.
“Yeah, that's how I figured it. While I'm sure it is nice to do arts or social studies, I don't see how that is going to help later. I certainly don't see how it is worth the tuition that it’s going to cost to learn about it. If I wanted to learn about it, I would just read a book.”
He smiled and asked me what was smelling so good.
“There is some dinner in the oven, if you are hungry. I didn't know if you wanted to eat this late or not. It should be done if you want it now, if not, I can just put it up for tomorrow for leftovers.”
“What is it?”
“Roast. Your daughter said that it was your favorite.”
The smile on his face got a little bit bigger and I was glad that I had taken the time to make it. It wasn't something that was too complicated, but it had taken a long time to do and, in the process, it made the house smell wonderful and just the look on his face, made it all worth it to me.
“It is my favorite. Did Donna eat her vegetables?”
“Yeah. Is that usually a problem? She ate very well for me and I don't think it'll be a problem at all.”
“Most likely it's because I have to cook I'm sure. It smells really good in here. I don't think I can remember a time when I came home and the house smelled like this.”
“Well if you just tell me what you want for dinner, I'll be more than happy to make it for you. The grocery store that you suggested has pretty much everything you could want.”
“I will think about it and let you know. We eat basic stuff, and I really don't know the name of half of it. If it is edible, that's all I really ask. I'm not really into the whole vegan, vegetarian kind of thing. I don't want weird food, but anything normal is fine.”
He made me laugh and I could imagine that he must have dated someone that was. I had never been to into the an unnatural-natural as I liked to call it. While it all seemed to be natural, it didn't seem very natural to me to eat something that was called a mung bean.
“I will keep that in mind. Normal.”
Frank wasn't paying attention to me anymore, because he was too interested in the food. It reminded me of how his daughter had acted this morning for breakfast. The two of them were acting like they haven't had a home-cooked meal in a very long time.
“Did your other nanny cook?”
“Maria cooked, but I have to admit that I couldn't eat half of what she made. It was always so very spicy, and I had an upset stomach most of the time.”
That had me giggling a little bit and I was wondering if that was where the ‘normal’ food, came in.
“So, you don't like spicy food?”
“No, I really do, but she just took it to another level. I don't know how she hadn't burned her tongue off. She would always tell me that she had made it mild for me, but it was never very mild.”
I didn't know what to say to that. I was more interested in watching him eat his dinner. He was devouring his plate and had this look on his face that was pure heaven. The smile that came from it was all the thanks that I needed. It was nice to cook for somebody who actually appreciated it. Duane never did.
“So, do you want me to leave you be so that you can have your dinner?”
“I would much rather you stay. It would be nice to talk to you for little bit, get to know you. It seems like we're going to be around each other for a while, so we might as well. I would also like to hear how you and my daughter got on. I hope she wasn't too much of a handful for you.”
“Not at all.”
“Now I know that you were fibbing me. I think everybody that have taken care of Donna in the last six months, has said that she was a handful. They usually call it sass.”
“No, I don't really get that at all. She's a very sweet girl and she's very helpful. We had a good time together.”
“That is good to hear, I was worried about that. I just left her with you this morning and I didn't know how it's going to work out.”
“It’s going to be fine Frank. Your daughter is a delight and I'm not lying to you, she really is. There is nothing wrong with a little spirit.”
He didn't say much of anything in response because his mouth was full of food and I was able to check him out a little bit. The shirt he was wearing was pulled tight around his biceps and he just looked strong. It wasn't at all what I would have thought, when I thought about a lawyer. For some reason, the pepper- haired man that I thought about when I first talked to him was so far off from the truth. His body was hard, his chin was chiseled, and he had the most disarming expression on his face most of the time.
When he noticed me watching him, Frank just smiled a little bit. The expression was getting to me and I offered to get him something to drink.
This time it was me that needed to change the subject of my mind.”
Chapter 9
Frank
Things were going far better than I could have thought. In the last week since Donna had come to be our nanny, I had won all of my cases. It wasn't that unusual, but it was getting noticed by the partners. Instead of them coming in, worried that I wasn't going to be able to do my job, now they were coming in with a bottle of bubbly and we were celebrating. This week had been a lot of celebrating and I didn't have to worry about rushing home, because I knew that Donna was in good hands.
The only downside to having a woman like Ashley in my house, was the fact that she wasn't mine. I had to look at her, notice her in those tight little shorts and little shirts that she wore, and I couldn't touch it. That was the hardest thing and it was starting to get to me. By Friday, it was all I could think about and when a couple of the partners asked me if I wanted to go to a club, I didn't disagree. I knew that there was going to be a lot of women around, and I was hoping that one of them would help take my mind off of things.
The club was not at all what I thought it was going to be. It was a new one in town, and it felt like more like a strip club then it did anything else. There were half naked women dancing around and my mind was a lot harder to work with when I was looking at tits and ass all over the place. The partners were encouraging me to pay one of them to come over to me and dance all over me, but I didn't think that I could actually handle it. It had been too long, and they had no idea who I had to live with.
“No, I think I'm going to be okay. I don’t see the point of these places.”
I never did get the idea of a strip club. The hot chicks dance all over you, get you hot and horny, and then what?
I was starting to think that it was the same situation that I had at home. Ashley didn't dance all over me, but she might as well have. I don't think that I would have been any more turned on if she had. Just seeing her in the morning, a cup of coffee being handed to me and Ashley wearing those tiny little short shorts, was enough to drive me crazy.
“Because then you go home and bang the hell out of your old lady, that’s why.”
Jacob stopped as soon as he realized what he said. I didn’t want it to go there, so I waved him off.
“All I got to go home to is a babysitter and I don’t
think that she would let me bang it out with her. Though, she is a hot, little blonde college chick that would put any of these women to shame.”
“If that’s the case Frank, why the hell are you here?”
“Because she is the babysitter.”
“What a perfect situation.”
His words struck me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was the perfect situation, until it wasn’t. I knew that I was going to have to keep my distance, but it didn’t mean that I wanted to.
A girl caught my eye after a couple of drinks and it was impossible for me to see that she looked a little like my little babysitter. Good or bad, I was suddenly into blondes all of a sudden.
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“This is your house?”
“I sure hope so. As long as a key fits, right?”
The blonde next to me giggled a very high pitch sound and I just smiled at her. Apparently, I wasn't able to hold it anymore. Her name was Candy or Cantrell, something like that. I wasn't really sure, and I really didn't care. She was way too young for me, but I didn't care about that either. All I cared about was getting this feeling out of me. I have never wanted what I couldn't have before, and I can't say that I liked the feeling all that much.
“You're going to have to be quiet, I have a daughter upstairs.”
“Well then, we'll just have to do it downstairs Frankie.”
Seemed like perfect logic to me and I pulled her into the living room, not even thinking about if Ashley was up or not. It was late, and I figured that she was in bed.
The blonde with me was gorgeous and even though I learned rather quickly that she wasn't going to be any fun to talk to, but what I wanted to do didn't involve talking anyways. What I wanted to do was fuck the shit out of her, just like Jacob had suggested when we were at the club.
She started to say something in a rather loud voice, and I asked her if I was going to have to gag her.
“If you're into that sort of thing.”
I said it just joking, and her answer threw me off a little bit. She was going to kill my woody if she didn’t shut up. I wasn’t into that sort of thing at all.
“No, I'm not into that sort of thing. Take your clothes off and I'll show you what I'm into.”
I didn't even wait for the show, I just had to pull my pants down and unbutton my shirt a little bit. I didn't want to get anything on it, and I sat down on the couch waiting for her.
“You look ready.”
I shook my head that I was and then make a motion for her to come towards me. She started to straddle me, and I told her to turn around.
“I want to watch your ass clapping together as I slam you from behind.”
“Good, because I'm in the mood to ride you all night. You got a nice cock, nice and thick.”
I hadn’t heard that in a long time and again I wished she would just shut up. She was ruining it for me, but apparently my dick didn't care. I was at full staff and I don't think anything was going to beat it down. I had been thinking too much about Ashley with no relief. My body didn’t care what women I slide into, as long as I did soon. Ashley was making me crazy and the blonde in front of me was a temporary fix.
She turned around and I helped her down onto my rod. There was no foreplay, because there didn't need to be. We had done enough of that on the way over home. She was a little dry but after a few pumps inside over, she was wet enough for me to slide in with no problem. I grabbed her hips from behind and started to push up into her, my eyes were closed and the last thing I wanted to do was watch her ass at the moment.
What I wanted was satisfied action and it was going to come quickly. That meant that I had to ignore it for a little bit so that I would hear her orgasm as well. No matter how much I didn’t care about her name, I never wanted to leave a woman unsatisfied. That was a rule that had always served me well in the past.
After a few minutes, she had come a couple of times, but I wasn't getting enough friction. I wanted to slam into her repeatedly and I couldn't do it how I was position on the couch. She wasn't moving fast enough for me, and it was starting to irritate me.
I lifted her up and pushed her body forward until she braced herself against the coffee table. That put her right in front of me and I was able to grab her hips and pull her towards me as I thrust deeper and harder. I was unable to cover her mouth anymore, and her sounds were getting louder and louder. I didn't want to wake everybody up in the house, so I put a pillow in front of her and told her to bury her face in it.
“I’m going to really start fucking you now. Scream into that.”
That had her moaning and I felt a rush of fluid around my member. If I didn't know any better, I would think that the blonde really liked dirty talk. I gave her a little bit of it and she started to come again, my finger started to squeeze her nipple.
I lost myself at some point, lost what I was doing, and I don't know how I was ever going to rein myself back in. I was just coming inside of her, over and over again and there was nothing I could do to stop it. At one point, I thought I was going to come before, but it was only when I closed my eyes and started to picture her as Ashley, that I was able to finally get it out.
I groan loudly as I filled her with my spunk. It had been too long for me, way too long and that was evident by the strong feeling that came over me. I was still trying to ignore the fact that I'd been thinking about my babysitter when I came.
Hearing a noise beside me, I jerked out of her suddenly and looked to the left. Ashley was standing there, and I could see the look of shock on her face. She had a glass in her hand and it was half full. I don't know if she was coming or going, or how long she had been looking at us, or what she was thinking, but I could see something akin to lust in her eyes.
She turned away with a red face and I was hopeful that I hadn’t said her name out loud.
But if I had, would that turn her on like it did me?
Chapter 10
Ashley
I rushed back upstairs as fast as I could, but the fact of the matter was that the scene that I had saw downstairs was burned into my mind forever. I don't know what the hell it was it I just saw, but it turned me on more than I could ever imagine. The way he had slammed into the blonde was something that I wasn't going to be able to forget. I don't know how I was to face him in the morning, hand him a cup of coffee and tell him to have a good day, knowing what he was capable of. When he pulled out of the woman, I had seen how large his cock was.
My mind went to that piece of him, and how wet it was, and steamy it was. I don't know how long they had been down there, how long they had been fucking, but I had been hearing her muffled screams for quite some time. At first, I had been afraid that somebody was in the house, but as I got downstairs, I had realized what it was.
That was fifteen minutes ago. I should have gone back up the stairs and said the hell with getting some fresh water. I wasn't going to die of thirst after all. That is what I should have done, but it is certainly not what I did.
Instead, I sat on the stairs for what felt like forever and listened to the two of them. I don't know how long it took for me to get wet, but I could feel how squishy I was now.
When I finally got up the courage to get up and actually see what it was that was going on, I had seen far more than I wanted to. He had a blonde girl that was very thin and pretty, face first in a pillow as he thrust hard from behind. There was such aggression, such, I don't know, but it drive me crazy. I’d never been so turned on in my life and before too long, I was finding my way to the bathroom, so that I could take care of it. I was just that horny now.
Before I got into the shower, I heard footsteps in the hallway and I paused for a minute as the footsteps on the other side of the door stopped as well. I was waiting for him to say something, come in, but he didn't. He just stood there in front of the door and I had to wonder what he was thinking. A part of me felt worried that he knew what I was doing in here. It wasn't part of the rules, but I'm sure that masturbatin
g in your boss’ shower was a big no-no.
Frank finally moved away from the bathroom and I heard them going on towards his own bedroom. The door shut behind him and I was finally able to breathe again. I was apparently afraid that he was going to hear me breathing on the other side of the door. I don't know what that man had done to me, but seeing him, fucking that girl, was just too much.
I touched myself as I imagined that he would. I close my eyes and instead of seeing my boyfriend, the one I was supposed to see, Duane was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. I wasn't seeing the blonde jock that I've been dating. Instead, I was seeing the dark-haired, dark-eyed man that was my boss. My focus was on his large hands and I tweaked my nipples the way that I had saw him pinch the girl’s. No matter how much I wanted to give my body everything that I had seen, there was definitely something that was missing.
Even though something was missing, I still came so quickly. I came on in the shower as quickly as I did when Duane was pumping inside me hard and fast. All I was doing was rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples, but the fact that the scene was running in my head was enough for me. It was like I’d just seen a live porn and I can't say that I was disappointed at all.
After several orgasm's, one came one after another, I finally got out of the shower and looked at my flushed face in the mirror. It was hard not to see how alight my eyes were. I'd never been so turned on in my life and I knew that it was because Frank. It wasn’t the first time that I had a fantasy about him, but it was the first time that I got to see him in action, and I have to say that he was better than I would have ever imagined. The man with a stud.
I went to my bedroom and I look towards his room. It was funny to think that he was not so far away. How hard would it have been for me to go into his room and get what he just served up to someone else? I realized then that I wanted him, badly. It was going to be something that was going to be hard to get my mind off of. I didn't really know if I could or if I even wanted to for that matter.
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