Wilson's Hard Lesson

by K. Anderson

  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…

  Chapter 7

  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…

  Chapter 8

  I didn’t turn around, not wanting the confirmation of what was happening here, or who it was happening with. Then I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and I started to think that maybe, just maybe, it was the time of the morning that had us both a little confused, and a little bit vulnerable, sexually. I knew that this was probably not the case for him though. He was a multibillionaire, and he was probably used to getting everything, and everyone, that he wanted.

  Now, it seemed, he wanted me!

  He started to kiss the back of my neck, and then the sides of it. I lost my breath, completely, and closed my eyes. Then he started to nibble on my ear, and I really wanted to turn around, so that our lips could meet. But I still could not bring mys
elf to open my eyes.

  Then he turned me around, and kissed the lids on my eyes, gently. Then he kissed my nose, and at last got to my mouth. I kissed him back, and he tasted like coffee and cigarettes. I never thought that he smoked, but the taste of tobacco was so strong in his mouth that I knew that there was no other explanation for it.

  His cock grazed the front of my shorts, and I confirmed for myself that it really was an incredibly thick piece of meat. I wanted to look down, but my focus was on his mouth still, his lips moving on mine, and his tongue teasing the inside of my mouth periodically. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get to anything, and he just sent his tongue into my mouth briefly, and then pulled it out. Then again he drove his thick tongue into my mouth, holding it there for a moment, and then pulling it out.

  I really hoped that he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate on anything but his lips and cock now, and any words that came out of his mouth would distract me from the incredible rush that I was feeling now. Then he lifted me off the ground and carried me towards his unmade bed. He placed me on the bed gently, and then came down on me. Kissing me again, I was suddenly unsure of what to do with my body.

  Trenton was experienced, and I knew this. I knew this from the way he was kissing me, and from the way his hands were moving all over my body with such intention that I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. I suddenly felt so young, so inexperienced, and it bothered me. How would I be able to satisfy this man who had probably had more women in his life than I could count on my fingers and toes combined?

  “May I?” he asked me, and then teased the top of my shorts. I nodded, really not knowing what else to say to him. There was no turning back now, because he was already pulling my shorts down. I thought to take my top off myself, but stopped myself, knowing that he probably needed to feel like he was in full control of this situation.

  After getting my shorts past my ankles and dropping them to the floor, he came right back up to me. He sent a finger under my panties, and felt for my clit. It was fully engorged and ready for him. He tapped on it with his finger for a moment and then pulled my panties down my long legs, dropping these also to the floor.

  I felt very exposed suddenly, and I knew that he was looking at my pussy, salivating. I couldn’t deny him the pleasure of what I knew he really wanted. I wanted it too, so there was nothing to explain to anyone. By the time the twins woke up we should be done, so I let him take my top off, and lay back completely naked on the bed.

  “You’re really beautiful…” he said, and I sensed that he was really meaning it.

  “Thank you,” I said again, again not knowing what to add to this statement.

  He started to kiss me up and down my belly, and then he sent his tongue into my belly-button. He was literally French kissing my naval, and this sent real shivers down my spine. Then he worked his way onto my tits with his mouth, and took my nipple into his mouth. Trenton sucked on it so gently that I almost wanted to move him off me. The pleasure was really too much for me.

  Then he moved onto my other breast, sucking on the nipple and then sucking on the whole breast. Then his lips landed repeatedly on my breasts, kissing the surface of them tenderly. I loved the feeling of it, and then arched my back as he worked his way onto my neck.

  I wanted him on my mouth now, really wanted him there. But there was no need to rush things, because this was probably a once off, and I suddenly wanted it to be perfect. They say you only get one chance to make a good first impression, and I suddenly needed this first impression to be great. I needed it to be better than great.

  How did I feel about Trenton, I wondered? Yes, I knew that I thought he was gorgeous, I knew that he was every bit the man of my dreams. But he was also the father to my best friend, and this would make any sort of relationship between us awkward.

  This had to be a once off, a one-time thing. Shit, I wished it could be more, but it really couldn’t. So I just had to make sure that it was everything that I had ever dreamed it would be…

  Chapter 9

  He kissed me for a moment, just a moment, and then he stood up on the bed. I looked up at the man towering over me now, and watched as he took his boxers off. I could not believe that this was happening now, still, and I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to see every part of him that he was about to reveal to me.

  His cock was huge, really big, and it hung low between his thighs. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I also didn’t want to appear too enthusiastic. Trenton came down over me, and straddled my head, dropping his cock onto my face. I didn’t even think he meant too, but it was just so long that the bulk of his meat rested on my face.

  He held it in his hand, and moved the tip of it against my lips. I opened my mouth, and he slid it into me slowly. My mouth filled so quickly that I had to adjust myself underneath him, to position my head perfectly for this sucking. After I had moved up on the bed a little, and propped my head up on a pillow, I was in the most comfortable position to take him into my mouth.

  I started to suck on his meat, and it hardened quite quickly in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his hardness, and the taste of his cock too. It tasted like he smelt, with a hint of sweat and man. The last time I tasted dick this good was…never. I had never had mature dick before, and the rumor that dick is dick was certainly not true. This tasted beautiful.

  He sunk his meat deep into the back of my throat, and I couldn’t breathe. Then he pulled himself from my mouth just before I started to struggle. Again he sunk his meat deep into me, and again I was deep-throating him. Trenton really had the most beautiful penis I had ever seen on a man, and I loved the way it moved in and out of my mouth, loved the way it pressed against my tongue and then settled in the back of my throat.

  His eyes moved on to my face, on to my mouth and on to his dick as it moved between my lips. My eyes were on his eyes, and I was really interested to know how he was feeling. He didn’t give anything away though, just moaning softly as he kept thrusting himself into my mouth. But then he slipped himself out of me, and his cock landed on my face again, wet, thicker, and harder. I really wanted to take it back into my mouth, but before I could, he was lifting himself off me.

  Then he moved down my body again, and I knew that he too wanted inside me now. He found my cunt lips with his fingers, and parted them. Then he eased his finger inside me, and my tight pussy resisted him. It had been a while since I was really taken, by a man, the last time I had any sort of sex being with Rachel. So it was almost expected.

  “Ooooh…you’re really tight,” he whispered, sending his finger a little deeper into me. Then he fingered me with the parts of his finger that were inside me for a moment, before he pushed more of it inside me.

  “I’m sorry, it’s been a while…” I said, speaking the truth, because I really hadn’t known dick in a while.

  “Nice,” he said, and I knew that he appreciated my supposed chastity.

  He fingered me with his whole finger, slowly, steadily. Then he fingered me a little harder, before removing his finger from me, and quickly replacing it with two. Trenton struggled to get both his fingers inside me, but the wetness of my cunt allowed him eventually to make entry. He fingered me with the full length of these two thick digits, and brought his lips onto my neck, then my mouth.

  As he kissed me deeply, passionately, I felt him slipping a third finger into me, and I parted my legs a little more, to facilitate this entry. He got in too, and fingered me slowly with these three fingers. I felt that he was struggling, but he needed to stretch me out a little bit, before he could even think of entering me with his thickness.

  “Beautiful…” he whispered. I was not sure if he was talking about me now, or my pussy, but it didn’t matter. As long as he was impressed with me, I was happy. I was actually very pleased that I was as tight as I was, without even trying. I was just tight, my cunt small, and needing a little bit of motivation before he stuffed it with himself.

  “What a
re we doing?” I asked suddenly, not sure where this question came from.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, still moving his fingers in and out of me, slowly, determinedly.

  “No…No…” I said, almost begging him.

  “There’s a good girl…” he said, pulling his fingers from me one at a time now. I knew that it was time for him to enter me with himself, and I knew that I was not quite ready. But I had to be, not wanting to disappoint him so late in the game.

  Trenton moved me further still on the bed. He opened my legs and looked at my neatly shaven cunt. He shook his head, and then licked his lips. I couldn’t help but giggle, and he smiled. Trenton was very playful it seemed, and I liked that. This made me comfortable. It relaxed me enough, because I knew now that whatever happened, we would laugh about it and move on.

  He came on top of me now, and kissed me on my mouth. He searched for my entrance with the tip of his thickness, and once he found it, held himself there, in position, ready for entry, and continued kissing me. I took a deep breath, and braced myself for what was about to come…

  Chapter 10

  He nudged into me with the precision of a medical doctor. I was so surprised by this that I pushed myself down on him a little more, to get him into me a little quicker. He pulled his mouth off mine, and looked at me, shaking his head.

  “Patience my dear…I’ve got this…” he said, assuring me that he was in full control of this situation, and in full control of himself.