by Audrey Storm
“I want to talk to you,” she started.
“Then do it. Talk,” he pressed.
She bit her lower lip.
“I need you to just talk to Sean. Your friend. The sorry idiot whose bed pan you had to empty and not Sean Elliot, your employer,” Sean said in a soft voice. “Just talk to me.”
Alexis looked into his eyes for a long minute and the leaned against the wall.
“Last night,” she started. “Did you do it because you were horny and needed a fix or did you do it because you really wanted to be with me?” she asked. Sean began moving towards her but she held up a hand. “Don’t come any closer…just stay there,” she said as she took a step back. She did not want to be any closer to him than she had to.
“If you have to ask, then maybe I didn’t do a good job as I thought I did,” he said with a smile.
“I’m serious Sean,” she said in a soft voice.
“I wanted you Alexis. I wanted you then and I want you now,” he said.
“Why?” she asked. She could tell by the way he was looking at her that she had taken him by surprise with her question.
“Because I have been having a beautiful sexy woman in my house every single day for the last few weeks and she is driving me nuts,” he said, “And the most terrible thing is she doesn’t even realize it,” he added.
“And you are not just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked. Sean forced out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck using his free hand.
“Why do you think so little of yourself that you don’t even appreciate the fact that I have just admitted that I am falling for you?” he suddenly asked.
“Because…” she started as he began moving closer to her. “Because I have seen you with other women before…I mean, during my first week here I saw four different women come over and you only turned them a way because you were in so much pain.”
“So I have a past,” he said. “We all have one.”
“You have a very public past,” she pointed out. “You and I are worlds apart, Sean. Whatever this is can never work.”
“It will if we really want it to,” Sean pointed out. He moved closer to Alexis and noticed her glossy eyes. “Baby, what’s going on?” he asked as she blinked back a tear.
“I cannot get hurt again, Sean. I just can’t handle it,” she said in a soft voice. By this time, Sean was standing right in front of her. “People like you never end up with people like me.”
“What do you mean people like me? What is so different between you and me?” he asked. A tear rolled down one of her cheeks.
“I have lived my life knowing that I am no Kardashian, Sean. The life you live is one that I only wish I could have and to make matters worse, I am just a lowly nurse and…” she never got to finish her sentence. He had leaned forward and claimed her lips in a long low kiss. She looked at him when he pulled away.
“You are beautiful,” he said in a soft voice.
“But I…” she started saying again before he pressed his index finger to her lips.
“I am with you because I want to be,” he said in a low voice.
“But the women you like…they are so…sexy,” she said. “Perfect size zeroes and everything.”
“I like my women a little curvier,” he said as his eyes went up and down her body. “I like my women exactly like you, Alexis Ballard.”
He took a step forward and balancing his weight on his cane, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. She could feel every muscle outlined under the linen shirt he had on.
“You are my kind of woman, Alexis,” he said in a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush crimson as he looked at her, slowly bringing his head down. “You are the only woman for me,” he whispered again as his lips brushed against her own. He pulled away from her and used his thumb to gently brush her tears away. “I will never hurt you, Alex,” he said as he looked at her. She looked into his green eyes and he began pulling the chords that held her dress up, undoing them as he went on. She gasped when she felt the soft fabric of the dress sliding down her body as it fell around her ankles like a bed of petals. He looked at her standing in front of him in nothing but her panties and matching strapless bra.
“The door,” she whispered.
“I already sent Marisol home for the day,” Sean said as he looked at her. He took her hand and led her to the couch nearby. He dropped his cane and held her closely as he kissed her. He was ran a hand down her back to her waist before he pulled away. He pushed her panties down and looked into her eyes. She wriggled out of her panties as he undid the clasp of her bra with one hand. He sat down and looked at her naked body. A smile played on his lips and she noticed the bulge in his pants getting larger. He was obviously enjoying what he was looking at. “I want to taste you,” he said in a soft voice. She looked at him and shrugged.
“Your leg,” she said as she looked at his right leg still in a brace.
“Get up here,” he said in a commanding tone. Alexis looked at him surprised. “Don’t make me wait,” he said looking at her. Alexis felt awkward as she climbed on the couch, her leg on either side of his legs. She lowered her crotch to his face and he began kissing her pussy in the very same way he would have kissed her mouth. She was moaning softly and shaking as he kissed and licked and sucked. She was having a hard time not giving in to her primal instinct and just grind herself on his face because he was making her feel things she had never thought possible.
“Oh…shit….Sean!” she moaned as he flicked his tongue on her already distended clitoris. He had his hands secured on her ass, holding her steady as he worshipped her sopping cunt. She wanted to pull away but the way he held her made it almost impossible for her to do so even in the awkward position she was in. The more he licked and sucked her, the closer she got to her climax. And he knew it too. The way she was shaking was not just because she was in an awkward position.
“Slow down…please…” she begged as he went on. By this time, he seemed to be going harder and faster. “I’m going to cum!” she announced but he wouldn’t slow down. She suddenly cried out as she felt herself emptying into his waiting mouth. She loved the way he never slowed down as she exploded into his mouth. She pulled away from him and lowered herself on the seat. She had just straddled him when he slipped an arm around his neck pulling her down to kiss her. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips and his tongue.
“My turn,” she said when she pulled away from him. She could feel his cock pressing hard against her thigh as she helped him out of his shirt. She gently caressed his muscular pecks and then brought her head down to kiss his neck. Sean closed his eyes as he felt her lips slowly making their way down to his chest. She climbed off the couch and knelt on the floor in between his legs. He was looking right into her eyes as she pulled down his pants to reveal his fully engorged cock.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered, his hand in her hair.
“I know,” she said with a smile. “I want to.”
She then lowered her head and took the head of his cock into her hot mouth. Sean moaned out loudly when he felt the warmth of her mouth engulfing him. It was a feeling he’d had before but it was different this time. This was a woman going down on him for the sheer pleasure of it and not for the promise of money or some blow. He threw his head back and moaned out loudly as she went on taking more and more of his length into her mouth. She had amazing gag reflex, something that worked to her advantage as she took his entre eight inches inside her mouth and down her throat.
“Fuck, Alex…how deep can you go,” Sean wondered out loud as she went on sucking him. She cupped his balls and he let out a gasp as he began feeling himself getting dangerously close to the edge. “Baby…” he muttered, the hand in her hair grabbing a fistful. She was not going to stop. It was payback time. She went on sucking until he moaned out loudly, a sure sign that he was going to explode but she was not as merciful as he was to her. She pulled his cock out of her mouth making him gas
p in a mixture of confusion and disappointment. She looked at him and dabbed the sides of her mouth with thumb and index finger. Without a second thought, she got on top of him, straddling him. He moaned when he felt his cock slipping into her pussy. He held her close and filled his hand with her breast. She began moving herself up and down and she was not going slow either. She was fucking him like her life depended on it, going hard and fast.
Alexis gasped when Sean suddenly lifted her up and pushed her down on the couch. He looked at him as he got on his side, his braced leg up.
“Turn on your side,” he commanded and she did as he asked. She turned and laid on her left side with her ass on his crotch. She whimpered softly when she felt him slipping into her pussy. From that position, he was deeper than ever. She closed her eyes and held on to the edge of the couch as he moved himself in and out of her. Even with her medical expertise, she could not understand how he managed to keep steady movements in and out of her. He was driving himself deep and hard into her making her shake. He dug his fingers into her folds as he began thrusting harder and deeper into her until she cried out loud. She was climaxing again. Her orgasm must have been what he needed to explode in her. She moaned and he groaned as all the emotion they had kept hidden for so long came bubbling to the surface.
“Alexis,” Sean muttered as he gave her one last thrust. She moaned softly as she felt his cock slipping out of her. He draped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked before he kissed the back of her head. She moaned softly and turned around to look at him.
“I think it is the same thing you do to me,” she said in a low voice.
He brushed off a stray strand of hair from her face and looked into her glossy eyes.
“You have me, Alexis Ballard,” he said before he kissed her softly. “Don’t ever forget that.”
THE END
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In Good Hands with My Dad’s Best Friend
In Good Hands with My Dad’s Best Friend
Jan heard the screech of brakes a moment before she heard a thunk and a scream. She was already on her feet and out to the playground when the screams started.
“Jan, I need your help!” She hurried to the edge of the play area, pressing through the throng of people, mostly six-year-olds. What had happened; had one of the kids been hit right here on the playground? Jan rushed forward; it was instinct to do so, and she motioned to a coworker, Claire, to move the children out of the way. Whatever had happened, they didn’t need to see it firsthand.
Mr. Phillips, supervisor of the childcare center, stood over the boy, trembling and wringing his hands.
“I didn’t mean to! He stepped out in front of me!’
Oh shit! Mr. P had been on a bender again; Jan could smell it on his clothes. The police were going to have to deal with this.
Jan dropped to her knees alongside two of her coworkers, who were comforting and assessing one of her students.
“How bad is it?” She asked, knowing that she would need to relay the information to the 911 operator. She grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
“I… I think he has a broken leg. I – I didn’t see him.”
“Child injured.” Jan relayed the name of the school and the location quietly, not wanting to stress the boy out. She exchanged concerned glances with the other girls, the ones who ran the preschool program.
“It’s okay,” Jan said faintly while the 911 operator got emergency services mobilized. She didn’t have time for this, not when there was a scared and injured child on the ground. Mr. Phillips was an adult and didn’t need her support as much as the child did. “Why don’t you go inside, sir? Please, go. Now.”
Once Mr. Phillips was gone, staggering toward the door, Jan turned her attention back to the call, just as the 911 operator came back, asking if the child’s parents were present.
“No, but we have emergency medical proxy. I’ll get a copy of the proxy and bring it along. He scared and he’s only six.”
After the 911 operator told Jan to keep the line open, she put her phone in her pocket and moved closer, to see how Brady was doing. He was reluctantly taking comfort from Denise and Vicky, but he was crying and he was scared. Brady was one of the children in Jan’s class and it was her responsibility to take care of him.
“Oh, honey. It will be okay. I promise.” She nodded to the coworkers and knelt down on the asphalt, stroking her little charge’s head. Big fat tears rolled down his face and his little snuffling gasps told her just how scared he was. Brady had a lot of bravado; he never let anything bother him. The fact that he was, showed just how scared he was.
It all hit Jan as Brady clutched her hand. Their supervisor had hit a child, and he was stinking of booze. The police would be involved and the school would probably be closed by the end of the week, if that. This was a disaster, a complete nightmare.
Jan stroked Brady’s hair until the ambulance arrived. As soon as it did, Claire handed Jan Brady’s medical proxy, her coat, and her purse, so that Jan could ride with him rather than following behind. Brady whimpered and reached for Jan’s hand and she whispered to him that everything would be all right. For him, yes. For her and the school, probably not so much. Jan kissed the tips of Brady’s fingers, trying to do whatever she could to soothe him while the emergency personnel assessed him. It was clear they wanted to put an IV in him and administer some pain medication, but the little guy was just too scared right now.
The ride to the ER was only several minutes in duration; the new complex had opened up on this side of town, and it was only a few miles away from the school.
Brady whimpered, but by the time they had him at the hospital, the ambulance staff as speedy as they were helpful, he’d trailed off into silence.
“Miss Jan,” he said through his snuffles. “Where’s my mommy?”
“She’s coming, honey.” Jan had no idea what the status update on that was, but she couldn’t really spare the time to check. Her text message alerts were blowing up, but she’d get to those when she could. “And your daddy.” He did have a dad, didn’t he? Jan hoped she hadn’t messed up there.
“And Daddy,” he agreed. “I hurt. I have a big ow,” he told her, pointing to his immobilized leg. She thanked god that it didn’t seem as if he’d noticed the bone protruding. This would require more than a cast and the paramedics seemed to be treating the injury, and Brady, for that matter, with kid gloves.
“I know, Brady, but you’re being very, very brave,” Jan said, and one of the paramedics nodded enthusiastically.
“I want a SpongeBob band aid and a lollypop,” Brady announced, glaring at one of the paramedics. “I don’t want my ow.”
“I know you don’t,” Jan soothed as they pulled up to the hospital. “But you’re going to have to be really strong, a really big boy for me. And then we can see a doctor and get you a SpongeBob band aid.”
And maybe even a yellow cast.
“What do we have here?” someone said, and Jan’s head shot up. She recognized the voice from somewhere, but she couldn’t place it. She moved outside, following the stretcher, the paramedics and doctor conferring.
“Are you the...Mom?” Jan startled at that question.
“No. I’m his...Keith!”
“Jan?” her father’s best friend asked.
“Yes. He’s one of my students. His parents aren’t here yet and…” She trailed off, staring at her father’s best friend. She’d known he’d moved hospitals, but had never expected him to be here.
Keith nodded. “Med proxy?” he asked, all business, though he was watching Jan carefully.
“Yes.” She handed it over to him and he scanned it before giving it to a nurse and hurrying into the bay where Brady had been taken. She followed hot on his heels. The medical personnel moved Brady onto a hospital bed, each of them wishing Brady well. The last paramedic handed Jan several lollypops for Brady, but Jan had the feeling they wouldn’t be eaten any time soon.
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Dr. Keith and his staff were efficient, getting Brady down into X ray in moments. Jan freed up enough time to check her texts, and found that it was bad, worse than she’d expected.
Shit, the TV station is here.
The police are questioning Mr. Phillips. What do we say?
I just closed the school for the afternoon. Parents will be picking up their kids.
How is Brady?
Jan had to stop after that; the texts were coming in way too quickly, the flow of information too much for her already frayed nerves. Seeing Brady on the ground like that, knowing their supervisor’s drinking problem had been the cause, had broken her heart. Jan loved this job; it was the first step toward running her own facility. She’d given five good years here, starting the day after she’d gotten her Masters. Jan loved her kids; she’d worked up the ranks and despite Mr. Phillips and his attitudes, Jan had hung in because of her coworkers, and the kids. Should she have expected this? Could she have?
Jan rubbed the back of her neck and sank into a chair, brushing the knees of her dress pants. Brady would probably be in imaging for a few minutes and she could let off a little tension. She was strung out, her entire body locked down. She closed her eyes, tears welling up. Jan hated this; loathed the fact that her supervisor had put them in this position.
How dare he?
“Hey, kid. Want something to drink?” Keith’s warm voice washed over her, and Jan opened her eyes. He’d come in, bending down, his hand resting on the damp knee of her pants.
“I can’t go anywhere,” she told him, trying to blink back her tears.
“I know. I can get you a water or a soda. It’ll be a bit yet. They’re going to get some pain medication into him and he’ll be drowsy. We won’t be able to do surgery until the parents have arrived, but we can make him comfortable.” He paused. “This is a surgical fix, Jan. What happened?”