“That’s fine,” said John. “I’ll have Olivia set something up.”
John stared into his teacher’s eyes, and she stared back into his, as a silent moment passed between the two of them. It felt as though there was something boiling under the surface of the interaction, but just before it could turn to steam, Kari cleared her throat and then looped her arm through his.
“John, do you want to head over to my place for a little bit? Like you did yesterday?” Kari spoke not just to John, but to Ms. Willis, too, as though it was information that she wanted the teacher to know. Ms. Willis took a step back and turned to leave.
“I hope the two of you will keep your studies in mind,” said Ms. Willis. “I must be going. Goodbye.”
“Bye…” John met eyes with her one more time before she turned and walked away. Kari tugged on his arm and started pulling him in another direction.
“Come on,” she said. “You’re going to end up soaking wet if we don’t get moving.”
“Right, let’s go.” John’s attention turned back towards Kari. She was wearing a cute light pink colored zip down sweater that looked like it was brand new, and her breasts pushed out against the fabric. John could smell the light scent of shampoo that she had used on her hair, apple scented and sweet. She glanced over at him and caught his eyes checking her out, smiling back.
“See something you like, John?” she asked. His smile broadened.
“Yeah,” he said. “I do.”
A group of guys looking a little bit younger than John were headed down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. He subtly shifted Kari over to the side as they moved by and noticed the glances that they shot in her direction. It made him feel strange to know that they wanted her, almost as though Kari had become even more attractive than she already was.
“So what was the pressing business that you had to take care of today, John?” Kari leaned her head onto his shoulder and whispered gently into his ear.
“Oh that,” said John. “It was nothing, really. Just some lawyer, uh, or I mean, bank stuff.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” Kari slid one of her hands across John’s dress shirt covered chest. It felt warm and soft, and made him acutely aware of the fact that it was just the two of them, and they were headed for her house.
“No, really,” said John. “It’s nothing that would interest you.”
“You can open up to me you know, John.” She stared at him as she spoke, almost as though she could see right through to his soul, or as though he were naked. “We have more in common than I think you realize.”
John didn’t say anything, but he felt Kari’s hand rubbing lower, and his cock instinctively hardening in response.
“If you open up to me…” Her voice was the merest whisper in his ear, breath hot, tickling his neck. “I can open up, for you.”
Her hand came to a rest on John’s quickly rising erection. The two of them had passed under a small sidewalk awning, and John took the opportunity to pull her in closer, and kiss her. Their lips pushed together, finding each other’s easily, with inexperienced, teenage eagerness that was mirrored in each other.
John took the umbrella from her, and Kari wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her breasts, so soft against his chest and began to feel like they needed to start walking to her place in a hurry.
“For the last time, I’m not interested in what you were going to do!” A familiar voice pulled both of their attention down to the end of the street, right outside of the Redthorn Tavern. John turned to look and saw Chad, the owner, arguing with someone he did not expect to see.
“Aw, damn it,” said Kari, recognizing the second man as her father. Erik van Katho was pointing an accusatory finger at Chad, who had both hands up in what was clearly a defensive posture.
“Please, Mr. van Katho, can we talk inside?” asked Chad. John started walking over towards the tavern, tugging a reluctant Kari along with him.
“You had better start telling me what I want to hear!” Erik van Katho’s voice was rife with anger, but he followed the bar owner inside. John wanted to get a sense of what was going on and headed for the tavern. Kari had stopped moving behind him and hissed in his ear.
“Come on, let’s just go to my place,” she said. “This is none of our business.”
John smiled at her.
“I’m actually an investor in the tavern,” he said. “Besides, I’ll buy you a drink.”
Kari rolled her eyes and sighed, but reluctantly followed him as he made his way forward.
John had been expecting the tavern to be empty, but there were a decent number of people inside, all of them apparently out late for lunch or getting drinks. He walked over to the bar with Kari and smiled awkwardly at Amelia, who was manning the counter.
“John…” She smiled at him and then shot Kari with a comparatively colder look. “And you brought a friend with you, how nice.”
“I’ll have whatever is on tap, Amelia,” he said. “And uh, she’ll have-“
“Just water, thanks.”
John lifted an eyebrow at Kari and watched as she pinched his shoulder, more irritated than playful.
“My dad is going to walk out and see me here any second, dummy,” she said.
“Oh come on, lighten up,” said John. “I’m sure he won’t mind that much.”
Kari pinched him again and then climbed onto a bar stool.
“I’d be more than happy to drink with you some other time,” she said. “Maybe if we’d gone back to my place, like we’d been planning to…”
“Just be reasonable!” Over the activity of the bar, John could hear Chad’s voice coming from the back, low and defensive. A moment later, the door in the back of the bar slammed open, and Erik van Katho strode out of it, anger and mounting frustration all over his face. He noticed Kari and John as he walked over and his expression shifted strangely.
“Sweetheart, did you just finish with your studies for the day?” he asked.
Kari nodded, and John watched as his cheeks flushed slightly red.
“Good, good.” He looked over at John for several long, silent seconds. John finally cleared his throat after a bit.
“We just dropped in for a drink,” he said to Erik. “It’s a Friday afternoon, I didn’t see any harm in-“
“There is no harm in it.” Erik van Katho spoke with a strange cadence, as though it pained him to get the words out. “I’m glad to see you and my daughter are getting along so warmly.”
The man was brimming with emotion, and John felt like he understood none of it. Kari glanced over at him after a minute and set one of her hands on his shoulder.
“John, sorry, I should probably get going,” she said. “Daddy, why don’t we head home, okay?”
Erik van Katho fixed his cold gaze on his daughter, and then looked back at John.
“Yes…” he finally said. “Good day, Count Ludling. Please, tell Natalie that I send my best wishes.”
John nodded to him, noticing a strange conflict in the man’s voice. Kari leaned over and kissed him chastely on the cheek, and then John watched as she left the bar with her father. He felt a little disappointed, but the feeling did not last long.
“Is she your new girlfriend, John?” Amelia had taken the bar stool next to him and set one of her hands down on his thigh. “I’m sure that there must be so many women that just throw themselves at you, being the Count and all.”
John opened his mouth to answer her, but before he could, Chad came out from the back room, his eyes full of distress and his hand clutching a bottle. John stood up from his stool and walked over to him.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked. “Anything I need to know about?”
Chad held up one of his fingers and took a long, exaggerated swig from the bottle before answering.
“That bastard van Katho is just mad that he’s not getting his way.” Chad shook his head and leaned against the bar counter, looking as though he was quickly on his way to being
drunk.
“What do you mean?”
Chad sighed, and then looked around the bar. Most of the people who were there for lunch were on the way out. He walked over to an empty table, and John sat down at it with him.
“Right after Count Ludling… I mean, the old Count Ludling, died, nobody ever thought his successor was going to be found. He named his long lost grandson, for god sakes! Most of the people here didn’t even think Natalie was still alive, it had been so long since they’d seen her!”
John scratched his head.
“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked.
“If someone dies without passing down their property to an heir, here in Blackthorn the estate is auctioned by the town council after six months. The money goes to the town, and the property goes to whoever places the highest bid.”
“Oh…” John thought about what the man was saying for a second. “Oh!”
“Exactly. You coming around through a wrench into things. That bastard van Katho was planning on buying up everything he could, including the investments that your granddad had in the various businesses of Blackthorn. Now that he can’t, he’s taking it out on me, on all of us.”
John shook his head.
“That’s really weird,” he said. “It doesn’t make sense though, you’d think that I’d been the one he’d have a problem with.”
Chad just shrugged and took another sip from his bottle. He offered it to John afterward and John accepted, tasting the strong, bitter alcoholic beverage as he took a small swig.
“It beats me,” said Chad. “If I were you, I’d be careful around him. It feels like everyone’s got secrets on this island, John, and people like him most of all.”
John nodded slowly.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just walking piles of secrets.”
CHAPTER 18
John spent a little while more at the tavern, talking with Chad. Amelia circled around them the entire time, as though waiting for any opportunity she could get to swoop in on him while her husband wasn’t looking. John shot her a couple of glares, feeling like the situation was already complicated enough without her stirring the pot further.
Eventually, as the afternoon wore on, more people began to drop in, and Chad was forced to attend to them. John left and headed home slowly, wishing that he could get out of the habit of drinking so much every time he was there.
The rain had died down while he’d been inside the tavern, but as he began to make his way across the town and up the cliff side road, the crack of thunder announced that it was only a momentary reprieve. John began walking faster, and as if in response, thick sheets of rain began dropping from the sky, soaking him to the bone in seconds.
He finished the last few hundred feet up to the mansion’s double doors in a dead sprint. Panting, dripping with water, and a little drunk, John pushed inside, shutting the rain out behind him and slipping off his shoes.
“Count John.” Olivia was waiting in the front lobby, wearing her maid outfit along with a mild look of disapproval. “Is it raining outside?”
John nodded. Her voice was professional, but he could detect a slight hint of passive aggressiveness that instantly brought him back to what had happened the day before. The feeling of her hand slapping his face was vivid in his mind, and it made him angry, at her and himself, and his situation.
“Please, just get me a towel,” said John. Olivia bowed slightly to him and started towards the laundry room. For some reason, it made John feel even angrier.
“Wait.” He watched as the maid stopped in her tracks and turned towards him. “Olivia, I think we should talk about what happened last night.”
“There’s nothing to… talk about.” Olivia paused slightly as she watched John unbutton and pull his soaking wet dress shirt up and over his head.
“Enough,” he said. “I’m not interested in talking to my maid. I’m interested in talking to Olivia.”
She didn’t say anything. John couldn’t contain his frustration any longer.
“Do you think I wanted any of this?” he shouted. “Do you think I was prepared to suddenly go from being a dumb teenager to the Count of a billion dollar estate, overnight? This isn’t easy for me! I make mistakes, Olivia!”
“We all have our own burdens to bear, sir,” said Olivia, in her most professional, unemotional voice.
“Olivia, stop it!” shouted John. “Stop with this nonsense, and talk to me!”
Suddenly, the maid’s expression shifted into a harsh, emotional glare. She walked over to John with quick steps, and for a moment, he thought that she was going to slap him again.
“Do you think I ever thought, as a little girl, that someday I’d want to grow up and be a maid? Do you really think that?” With every word she spoke, Olivia’s voice began to sound more furious and less controlled. John opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off before he could.
“I lost my entire family, John!” she screamed. “If you’re wondering how I became a maid, that’s how. My family’s house caught fire, and I came home to find that I’d lost everything, and everyone!”
“I… I’m sorry.” John felt his heart begin to ache for her. He took a step towards her, but it was clear from her body language that she didn’t want him close.
“I had nothing, John.” She blinked a couple times quickly. “I jumped from foster home to foster home. Nobody cared about me. It was that way for years, John, until Count Ludling… the former Count Ludling.”
“Olivia, I didn’t know…”
“Because you never asked!” Olivia yelled at him with a vehemence that suggested days, weeks, of buried emotional turmoil. “You didn’t ask about me, and you didn’t ask about him. He was a great man, John. He was like a father to me, and I lost that, while you gained his entire life, without ever even knowing him.”
John shook his head, feeling a strange sadness and guilt sweep over him. Olivia was breathing heavily, and tears began to streak down her face.
“I’m sorry.” John closed the distance between the two of them, pushing through her objections to pull the older girl into an embrace.
“No, no!” said Olivia. “I don’t need you! I don’t… care about you.”
She tried to push him away for a moment. John’s eyes met hers, and he watched as she saw something in them. An instant later, their lips were together, kissing each other passionately as their bodies entwined into an embrace.
John could feel the emotion in Olivia’s movements, as though a dam had burst within her. She ran her hands along his bare chest, still damp from the rain outside, and rubbed on John as though she needed him inside of her, right then and right there.
John was willing to oblige her. He continued kissing her and maneuvered the two of them over to a coat closet next to the front door. He wasn’t sure if his mom was home or not, but his room upstairs felt as though it was just a bit too far away to meet his and Olivia’s pressing, urgent needs.
The closet door opened easily, and after pushing Olivia inside, John shut it behind them. They kissed in the dark, and John felt as though he was playing some type of party game, locked in an enclosed space with a member of the opposite sex. Except this wasn’t a game, and emotion and seduction were in the air. The two of them were going to take it further than anyone playing a teenager’s party game would ever dare to.
John pulled at Olivia’s maid uniform roughly, accidentally tearing one of the stitches as he untied the back. His shirt was already off, and Olivia made short work of his pants. The two pulled together in just their underwear, bumping against each other like the horny, fresh lovers that they were.
John could feel Olivia’s big breasts against his chest, held back only by her silky soft bra. His cock was hard and aching for attention, and he let out a small moan as Olivia ran one of her hands across it.
The only sound in the closet was of their breathing and movements. John was afraid that if he said anything, the moment would be lost. He kissed Olivia and pushed
her back through a curtain of coats, against the wall. He slipped his boxers down and felt the head of his member rub against the fabric of her panties as he began to prod into new territory.
Olivia was breathing fast. John thought that she might come to her senses and stop him. He almost wanted her to. There was something a little unfair in what he was doing. She was his maid, and he was her Count. The power balance between the two of them would always be weighted towards him.
Olivia lifted one of her legs up, and John felt her bra pop off and drop to the floor. He gently pulled her panties to one side and slipped his cock forward, letting it push up ever so slightly into her wet, waiting cunt.
She still didn’t say anything. John didn’t either, and instead began to give in to the pleasure that was pulsing through his cock. He hooked one of his arms under her leg and shifted her angle so that he could spear a little deeper up into her.
Her pussy was tight and constrictive. John was about halfway in, and it felt as though his dick was being squeezed by a wet, bliss-inducing hand. His hips wanted to push in deeper, to push his cock into her as deep as it would go, and he obliged them.
John began to fuck Olivia. He went slowly, but with a deliberate confidence that felt as though it came to him out of thin air. With every thrust, he went a little deeper up into her. Olivia was silent at first, bust as he began to slip his full length in, and push his crotch up against hers, she began to let out tiny squeals and lusty moans.
If his mom happened to walk down into the lobby on them, the exact same thing that had happened the night before would repeat itself. John wondered if maybe a part of Olivia’s anger had been due to that, the fact that their relationship would always have to stay hidden. It was an illicit affair, one that was just a little to inconvenient to be acknowledged directly.
John began to push into her harder, knocking her back against the closet door with every forward thrust. His cock was dancing with pleasure, and Olivia’s cunt was so tight that he found himself being surprised that he’d managed to push into it to begin with.
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