Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  “Where’d you find this one, Adam?”

  “I still can’t remember. I think she said she’s Canadian,” Adam replied.

  “I’m moving to Canada.” Bill muttered under his breath. Adam caught him and gently slugged his arm as they shared a laugh.

  “Hi.” Clarisse said, giving Bill a hug and repeating the gesture she’d done for Rachel. Bill held the door.

  “Come on in, guys, you’re letting all of the air conditioning out.”

  They shuffled in, leaving whatever luggage they’d brought with them behind inside Adam’s car.

  They all sat down on the sofa. Bill kept checking his watch as they made small talk and suddenly, during the middle of the conversation, he popped up to go check on the steaks. He was also charcoal roasting some corn in a cowboy oven.

  “Must be steak.” Adam said with a smile on his face.

  Rachel studied Clarisse. She was a little different from Adam’s other girlfriends. A little more flat-chested and her hair was brown when Adam usually liked a blonde. She was very pretty, though, a natural, glowing beauty that shone on her fair skin. Rachel didn’t even think she was wearing any makeup beyond the eyeliner and gloss on her lips.

  “So, Clarisse, what do you do for a living?”

  Clarisse looked at Rachel and Adam balked a little, glancing at Clarisse. “I’m a masseuse.” Clarisse said before Adam could cut in.

  “A masseuse? Really? I don’t think I’ve ever met a masseuse.”

  “You have to try it,” Clarisse said. “Getting a massage, that is. It really is an amazing experience when you have the right masseuse, when you’’re relaxed. I mean, it does wonder for the skin, for recuperative properties, for your general health. I highly recommend it.”

  Rachel nodded, smiling at her. Clarisse smiled back. I can see that you’re very skeptical of the whole situation. Most people are if they aren’t familiar with what we really. It’s not dirty. We’re not…surrogate prostitutes or something that give happy endings at the end of our massages. I imagine myself to be a real professional. My clientele always tell me that I am, and that is what I strive to be. I let everyone know upfront what kind of operation I’’m running. I’m not just an attractive girl that rubs oil on people to get them to give me money. I’ve been trained, properly, to provide a service to people in need.”

  Rachel nodded, more sincerely this time. “I apologize if I seemed off-putting or something,” Rachel said. “I didn’t mean to be.”

  Clarisse shrugged. “Really, I get it all the time.”

  “Yo, Adam,” Bill called, sticking his head inside the patio door. Adam turned and looked at him from the couch. Bill motioned him over with his head and Adam stood up, kissing Clarisse on the cheek and glancing at Rachel. “Play nice, mom.”

  Rachel stared back at him innocently, mocking offense as Adam joined his dad out on the patio. She watched Bill hand him an open beer as they stood in front of the grill.

  Rachel offered Clarisse a glass of wine and she accepted it gratefully. “So, how long have you known my son?” Rachel asked, pouring herself a glass before sitting down on the couch opposite Clarisse.

  “A little over four months. One of his clients, a guitarist, scheduled a massage to work on his back pain. He was trying various holistic remedies instead of the surgery his doctor had recommended. His chiropractor told him that getting regular massages may not help solve the problem, but it would certainly help with the pain and inflammation he was suffering from. Adam came to pick him up from the appointment and we struck up a conversation. He asked me out shortly after.”

  Rachel nodded. “I met my ex-husband, Bill, Adam’s father, in much the same way. Through a mutual friend.”

  Clarisse nodded. “If I may ask, what happened between you two that caused you to part ways?”

  Rachel looked at her for a moment. “I hope I’m not overstepping.” Clarisse said.

  “No,” Rachel said with a shrug. “We’re both adult women here. I paused because I don’t really know. The…spark…went out. On both our ends, I think. We grew apart and the divorce was mutual, friendly even.” She drank from the glass. “You know, I think the actual divorce let me know that getting divorce was the right thing to do. We…were so civil, you know? Like there was nothing under the surface. No passion, no hurt feelings……it was a clean break which let me know there was nothing else holding us together but paperwork.”

  Clarisse emptied her glass and set it down on the coffee table. “That sounds a little terrible to me.”

  Rachel laughed. “I know it sounds awful but that is truly the best way to put it. We’re still friends and get along just fine, and we still love each other…but not like that anymore. We handled it well, Adam handled it well…there were no more bases to cover.”

  “You guys ready to eat?” Bill asked, coming back indoors with a covered platter. Adam was trailing behind him, nursing a beer and talking on the phone. Clarisse looked back at him for a moment but he just shook his head and stepped back out onto the patio. Rachel noticed the look of disapproval on Clarisse’s face. It disappeared quickly and was replaced by a smile as she got to her feet, grabbing her empty glass and heading to the table where Bill was leaving a hot steak on everyone’s plate. He set out rolls and the corn as well as Rachel helped him with the side dishes. Adam stepped up behind Clarisse and put his hands on her shoulders. She turned and gave him a kiss.

  He pulled her chair out for her and did the same for Rachel before sitting down. Bill opened the fridge and handed Adam two more beers. He winked back at his father and Rachel rolled her eyes.

  “Perfectly good wine right here to drink.”

  “Don’t drink wine,” Adam said with a shrug. “I take after my pops.”

  “Here here.” Bill replied, holding his beer up. Adam toasted him and Rachel laughed.

  “Believe me,” Clarisse said, “I’ve tried over and over and over to get Adam into wine and it is just not going to happen in this lifetime.”

  They chatted over dinner and Clarisse had to slap Adam’s hand over and over when he kept checking or answering his phone.

  “So, Adam, what about this festival you’ve got going on tomorrow?” Bill asked.

  “I’m a social media specialist for a company that’s a sponsor at this venue and it’s my job to post pictures online and in various different social media apps to look like I’m having a lot of fun when really I’m working.”

  Bill nodded. “You’re gonna be out there all day, aren’t you.”

  “All day,” Adam nodded. “I’ll be red and crusted by the time this festival is over no matter how much sunscreen I put on.”

  “Dangers of the workplace.” Bill said ominously. Adam rolled his eyes at him before glancing to Clarisse. “Clarisse, you could hang out here if you want to while I’m at work. I’m sure mom does a bunch of exciting stuff, like Pilates….Hip Hop Abs, you know, cool mom stuff.”

  “I’d throw a fork at you, Adam, but I want to look civilized.”

  “She’s a pretty good shot with a fork.” Adam whispered to Clarisse.

  “I would love to hang out with your mom tomorrow.” Clarisse said with a smile.

  “Clarisse, you really don’t have to hang out with me. I would be a terrible person to put you through that.”

  “Oh, no,” Clarisse said, waving her off. “It’ll fun.”

  “It’s settled then. And now I don’t have to feel guilty for pawning my girlfriend off on my mom.”

  Rachel laughed and glanced at Clarisse. Her grin showed all of her teeth as she stared at Rachel. Rachel looked down an attributed the flush on her face to the amount of wine she’d drank so far.

  Chapter Two

  Rachel woke up the next morning and went downstairs after taking a shower and brushing her teeth. When she got downstairs, Clarisse was in the living room. She’d moved aside the coffee table and set her massage table up facing the TV.

  Rachel paused at the bottom of the stairs. Clarisse smiled
at her. “Good morning, Rachel.”

  “Good morning.” Rachel replied, walking forward, past the massage table through the living room and into the kitchen. There was a pot of coffee already brewed. Clarisse must have done it because Adam hated coffee.

  “You know, I’m fine with you seeing a client here, but honestly, I think you should have asked me first.” Rachel said, pouring herself a cup.

  Clarisse turned to her as she folded a few plush towels.

  “I wouldn’t bring a client here, with or without your permission. That’d be wrong of me. This is for you.”

  Rachel looked up at her as she poured some creamer into the coffee and added some sugar. The low volume of the TV was the only sound in the room. “For me, huh?”

  “You can see the magic firsthand. I’m sure if you let me get my hands on you, it’ll change how you feel about massages.”

  “You really don’t have to.” Rachel said.

  “I insist.” Clarisse replied.

  Rachel shrugged. “Well, okay. What do I need to do?”

  Clarisse looked at her for a moment. “You’re not going to eat breakfast first? This is going to take a while.”

  “A while? Well, how long?”

  Clarisse shrugged. “Once you’re in a relaxed state, you’ll lose track of time. The massage will end when you’re ready for it to end.”

  Rachel nodded. “Okay. I don’t eat breakfast anyway so we can start now.”

  Clarisse rubbed warm oil on Rachel’s shoulders. Rachel’s eyes were closed as she tried to relax into the state Clarisse had described. Long, smooth strokes of Clarisse’s hands spread the oil further down her bare back. Clarisse had instructed her to undress and then laid a towel over her lower half before immediately getting to work loosening up her muscles before spreading the oil on her shoulders.

  The soft padding of the table was warm against her stomach and breasts. She was still a little uncomfortable with the entire situation, especially the lying down naked while being rubbed by an attractive woman.

  “Relax,” Clarisse instructed. “Tune in to your sense of touch and just feel my hands on you.” Clarisse’s voice had a calming quality to it. Rachel took in a few deep breaths and tried to relax, feeling Clarisse’s hands working out kinks in her muscles and tendons she didn’t know she had.

  A gentle flow of pleasure moved through her system as she let Clarisse’s hands work on her; trailing down to her hips, rubbing strong circles into her muscles, down her thighs and calves in long strokes, and over her feet. She let out a long sigh.

  “Good?” Clarisse asked.

  Rachel just nodded, her eyes still closed. As Clarisse worked, Rachel noticed that the general pleasure of the massage was being replaced by the flush of arousal. She realized, with a bit of mortification that her nipples were hardening.

  She couldn’t tell Clarisse to stop because she was starting to get horny. It was because Clarisse’s hands were under the towel, rubbing her inner thighs fairly close to her vagina. Clarisse applied more oil to her lower back, rubbing near the edge of the towel. Rachel stirred when she felt her move it.

  “It’s fine. It’s normal,” Clarisse said, in her calming voice. ““Are you uncomfortable with it? It is a full-body massage but if you’d like me to avoid—”

  “No,” she blurted quickly. Clarisse straightened a little. Rachel paused. “No. Go ahead. It’s okay.”

  “Okay. Let me know if you get uncomfortable.” Clarisse said, removing the towel and putting it on the chair she had beside the table. Rachel settled down again, her arms beside her, her head resting in the head-rest.

  Clarisse carefully watched Rachel’s subtle shifts and movements and knew that she was still uncomfortable but much more open than she had been before. She worked oils into her lower back and hips and heard her low sigh slip out slowly as her hands crept over the skin of her buttocks. She wondered how old Rachel was. She still had a fantastic body for a woman who must’ve been pretty near fifty.

  Clarisse couldn’t suppress the small grin that came over her when she glimpsed Rachel’s smooth pussy. Quite well-trimmed.

  Her hands trailed over Rachel’s still-toned buttocks, kneading the flesh without obviously groping, slipping her hands down the sides of Rachel’s thighs and back up to the lower back. Rachel’s breaths were a bit louder and Clarisse knew that that was the sound of the pleasantness of the massage turning into arousal. It was a sound she enjoyed thoroughly.

  Her hands trailed up Rachel’s back and she felt the slight flex of her muscles against her fingertips. She leaned down towards Rachel’s ear.

  “Would you like to turn over?” Clarisse whispered.

  Rachel turned to glance at her and Clarisse smiled down at her in return. Rachel paused and then turned over slowly. She watched Clarisse looking over her body, pausing on her quite obviously erect nipples before reaching into the belt she had on and taking out a different oil than she’d been using. Instead of applying it straight to her skin, she rubbed it on her hands first.

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes.” Rachel replied quietly.

  “Okay, great. Just continue to relax.” Rachel eased her head into the rest again and closed her eyes, jerking a little at the heat coming from Clarisse’s hands on her collarbones, spreading out to her shoulders and down her arms. Her touches were more sensual, fingers trailing down her sternum, underneath her breasts.

  Rachel licked her lips when she gently cupped her hands under each breast and drew her fingertips over the stiff nipples with a flick. She let out a sigh of pleasure and shifted a bit. Clarisse did it again and again, until her chaste sigh turned into a slight moan. She licked her lips again, her eyes still closed, arms still at her sides.

  Rachel was supposed to be relaxing but her heartbeat was well out of the relaxation range. Clarisse’s hands slipped down to Rachel’s stomach, over the fronts of her thighs, swooping into the inner thighs and holding there, rubbing small circles into the muscle there. She pushed Rachel’s legs open and her eyes fluttered a bit even as she tried to keep them shut. The massage was really taking an effect on her. She knew now was the time to stop this because if Clarisse continued, there would be no hiding her arousal.

  But she didn’t stop her. Clarisse’s fingers continued to massage, her fingers slipping over the tendons in her groin. Rachel’s pussy was practically aching for Clarisse’s fingers at this point. She felt something wet run down over the rosebud of her anus and the small sound Clarisse let out let Rachel know that her cup was running over.

  There was nowhere for this to go but somewhere very sexual and very satisfying—unless she stopped her.

  Rachel opened her eyes as Clarisse continued to rub. Clarisse looked up at her and Rachel could see the stiffness of Clarisse’s nipples and the flush on her chest and neck. They stared at each other while Clarisse continued to rub her down.

  This was her son’s girlfriend. Who quite obviously was as attracted to her as she was. It felt good to admit. She’d never wanted a woman sexually before. Clarisse paused and moved to Rachel’s side again before placing one hand on the trimmed mound of hair over her pussy and slipping a finger of her other hand into Rachel’s slick pussy.

  Her hips bucked up off the table as Clarisse gently but diligently moved with massaging strokes, her thumb finding Rachel’s clit and slipping side to side. Rachel let out a low moan, a moan she’d been holding in for quite some time as Clarisse lowered her head to Rachel’s breast and kissed a nipple for just a moment. She added a second finger into Rachel’s clenching vagina, causing her to thrust her hips even further up off the table. She continued stroking her fingers in and out, massaging Rachel’s sensitive clit, and her free hand trailing over Rachel’s stomach, over her breasts, back down.

  “Fuck.” Rachel finally gasped, her hips trembling as Clarisse began to speed up. Her skull was pounding, roaring, like a train speeding down a track about to derail itself, about to explode. It felt like she was going to explod
e. The heat on her skin, the pressure, the pleasure, it could only stay contained for so long. She could only stay contained for so long.

  “Fuck!” she squealed, watching Clarisse’s fingers plunge in and out of her swollen pussy. Her hamstrings cramped, and then her calves followed, a sharper cramp. She could hear the impossibly loud and wet sound of Clarisse’s fingerbanging her with intensity and then the sound of her own drawn out moan of release.

  Her orgasm swallowed her in a tidal wave with a suddenness and sharpness she was not expecting. She jerked up again, feeling her lower back cramp just a little. Clarisse’s fingers were pushed out of her as she jerked in the throes of release.

  Finally the torrent of pleasure surging through her veins subsided enough that she could think coherent thoughts. She opened her eyes again and blinked away what she hoped were just residual tears and let her body relax. Clarisse continued to run her hands over her stomach and breasts, slowly. Rachel looked at her and Clarisse slipped her hands up to Rachel’s collarbones, looking down at her before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips.

  Rachel closed her eyes again, savoring the feeling of Clarisse’s lips before kissing her back, gently at first and then opening her mouth slowly and teasing her tongue into Clarisse’s waiting mouth. Clarisse was all too happy to reciprocate.

  Clarisse let out a soft moan as Rachel pulled her head down into a deeper kiss, probing her mouth with her tongue. Clarisse broke the intense kissing session a few minutes later, stepping back and blinking a few times. Rachel sat up on the table.

  Clarisse turned grabbed a table, wiping Rachel down with it before offering her a plush robe. She took it and slipped off the table, putting it on and tying it.

  “How long has it been since your last orgasm?” Clarisse asked. “The one before the one you just had.”

  Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know. A year?”