Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “I’m sorry.” Julie said, raising her eyes to look into the other woman’s face.

  “I am Daisy.” Daisy said, obviously not interested in whatever Julie had apologized for.

  Julie took the hand and managed a smile, “Julie.”

  “Do you jog to work out, Julie? Or just as a hobby?”

  And that was it, both of them jogged together down the long street and at the end of it, Daisy wanted Julie to visit her home at the end of the next street by evening.

  “I’m sorry but I have a girlfriend.”

  Julie really wanted to get it straight with Daisy. And Daisy only smiled while she took Julie’s hand.

  “Just come Julie. I will make cupcakes.” Then she let go of Julie’s hand and jogged toward the next street.

  Julie opened her eyes as Daisy’s lips fell on hers briefly. She withdrew later and smiled at Julie.

  “Do you remember?” She asked again. She was starting to draw an untraceable pattern on Julie’s lips.

  Julie nodded and smiled back, guiding Daisy’s hand upward toward her mound.

  “I remember the first time I came to your home, Daisy. It was the evening of the same day we bumped into each other.”

  Daisy smiled as her fingers touched the soft areas of Julie’s clit. Her pussy was soft and wet already, aching for her touch.

  “And?” she asked, urging Julie on.

  “Yes.” Julie said as Daisy’s finger slowly caressed her pussy, circling round the labia walls, “You made those horrible cupcakes as you promised!”

  “Oh were they horrible?” Daisy laughed and fell on Julie, causing both of them to lie sideways on the sofa.

  “But I think you loved them. I did anyways, and it was why we did everything else that day.” Daisy was starting to finger Julie now.

  Her roving finger reminded Julie of that evening. The cupcakes weren’t the only things she ate that evening, and Julie was right that she loved them.

  “Your mouth did this after the cupcakes, didn’t they?” Daisy was bent on proving her point. Her mouth moved towards Julie’s hidden breast and nibbled on a nipple.

  Julie moaned and wished that her nipple really was in Daisy’s mouth.

  “Yes Daisy. We had each other in our hands the same day.”

  This created a dark laughter from Daisy as she laughed hysterically, raising her head toward the ceiling.

  “You have a wrong definition of the word love. I would think we did more than just hold each other.” She said as two of her fingers finally dug into Julie’s warm pussy.

  Julie, tired of talking, took Daisy’s lips with a long twist, teasing and licking into every corner with her tongue.

  Then she drew back and licked her lips as her head fell on Daisy’s breasts.

  “Show me everything we did.” She said.

  Daisy flashed a smile and closed the gap between them.

  “Tell me everything that got you worried about today.” She said.

  Chapter Four

  Julie definitely wasn’t about to argue with herself. There were two truths to how she felt right now:

  First, she was being sent into a shocking wave of arousal with the way Daisy’s tongue was flicking her clitoris down there. And she would need to have something in there pretty quick before she went mad with her aching need.

  The second wasn’t important for now. But she found herself thinking about it. It was about Samantha and what had transpired that morning.

  Julie really felt strange that she felt nothing, especially when Samantha came out of the room, her bags all packed and ready to move.

  “She left you?” Daisy raised her head and peered into Julie’s eyes.

  “Yes, she did.” Julie remarked, moaning breathlessly as Daisy’s mouth went back to her clit.

  “Continue talking.” She said.

  Julie closed her eyes to enjoy the tormenting pleasure she was exposed to. She was no longer in her velvet skirt and she really had no idea where Daisy threw it to. And her thighs presently were wide enough to accommodate Daisy’s small head.

  Unconsciously, Julie embraced Daisy’s head with the flap of her thighs and thrust her pussy forward, wanting more of Daisy’s tongue thrust.

  Daisy didn’t complain. She encouraged Julie by closing her thighs tighter with her hands. Then she added a finger to her tongue that was already licking and prodding around Julie’s tight little slit.

  “Keep talking.” She mumbled while licking and kissing Julie’s almost-climaxing vagina again.

  Julie closed her eyes again and allowed her mouth to do the talking. Meanwhile, her brain would continue to react against the tease of Daisy’s mouth.

  Julie remembered that she had finally told Samantha the truth. Amanda wasn’t home then, and Samantha had wanted them to fuck each other before she came back. But Julie had refused, having it in her mind to break up with her short-time lover.

  “Samantha,” She began, “We never really discussed how much we loved each other, or how long we would continue with… with…”

  Samantha looked worried as she stared at Julie.

  “What are you saying?” She asked, quite shocked.

  “We just fuck without talking.” Julie said, determined to say everything that had been bothering her now for quite some time. Meanwhile, she was feeling completely selfish since she decided to talk about this after she met Daisy.

  “I thought you liked us that way?”

  Julie shook her head and rested her hand on the chair. They both were in Amanda’s small study. They had had sex once or twice there before; and Samantha had often commented that it was the best place for fucking.

  “Oh, she loved touching you here and here in the study?” Daisy’s tiny voice brought Julie back from her reminiscing.

  All the while, Julie had stripped herself naked as well and was beside Julie, holding a dildo in her own pussy and fingering Julie at the same time.

  Julie gasped as the big rubber dick found its way into her own pussy.

  “Did she do that too in the study?” Daisy asked.

  Julie held on to Daisy’s shoulder and drew her near. She wanted more, she wanted Daisy’s mouth back there and she wanted to cum on her face. And she said all this by pulling herself over Daisy and positioning the valley between her legs over Daisy’s face.

  “I will do that when you tell me what eventually happened when you told her about me.” Daisy was grinning at the obvious madness that had taken over Julie.

  Julie wanted to tell her everything but her mouth was too busy gasping. She gasped for more breath as she felt all her bones tighten with a sudden shove.

  The shove came from the incessant stretching of her labia walls by the intruding force of the giant rubber dick. Then she felt it as it gripped her reflex hard, causing her to dig her nails into Daisy’s soft flesh.

  “Easy jingle, easy.” Daisy kept smiling, finding her own climax in Julie’s.

  By the time Julie could finally have her release, Daisy held her ass tight and heaved a long sigh as her climax took her too.

  The room, echoing with their cheers, became silent as both women struggled to speak.

  “What happened after you told her about me?” Daisy asked again.

  Julie turned to her new found lover and smiled.

  “Amanda came into her study and we never had the opportunity to cum against each other again, like you and I just did.”

  Julie closed her eyes again, wondering about Samantha and Amanda.

  “Samantha was angry, Daisy. I have never seen her like that.”

  “Did you love her?” Daisy’s tone was more like a whisper.

  “No.”

  “Did she love you?”

  Julie sighed and opened her eyes, “She didn’t. It was the last thing she said before she picked the bags and left. She didn’t even say goodbye.”

  Daisy stood up and faced Julie. Her naked breasts gave her chest an appeal that Julie wasn’t really sure she could describe. But she always wa
nted to suck the nipples and watch them rise.

  “I love you.” She said, dropping her gaze.

  Julie looked up, wondering why she wasn’t surprised.

  Over the past three weeks, Daisy told her everything about her. Julie knew Daisy was a professional cook who was about to start her own restaurant. And she was the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid of a little adventure.

  Finally, Julie thought about settling down with someone who wasn’t afraid of loving her.

  “I love you too.” She said.

  Then she added, “Will you move to New York with me?”

  Chapter Five

  It was the first time the house felt empty in weeks. Amanda had gotten used to the everyday schedule of seeing either Julie, her sister, or Samantha in the house. And for a time, she got used to expecting to find Alonso at her doorstep.

  But Alonso wasn’t coming back. She had chased him and he isn’t coming back.

  “You should go back to him and tell him you made a mistake.”

  Startled, Amanda gasped as Julie joined her in her study. Julie just stood at the door, as if she was afraid to come closer.

  “What are you doing here?” Amanda asked. She could remember vividly that she had told her sister to leave, and to never come back.

  “You have to stop chasing everyone in your life away, Mandy.” Julie started to walk towards her.

  “Why did you call me that?” Amanda asked, noting that every step that Julie took brought her closer to forgiving her.

  “Mom used to call you that.” Julie said, “And I, Karen and Stefan used to tease you about it a lot.” Julie stopped and bent her head, studying her sister.

  “You do remember your other sisters, don’t you?” She asked.

  “What do they have to do with this?” Amanda asked, trying fervently not to think of her family. It made her soft and vulnerable.

  “Nothing actually. But we all love you and I was so proud to see you all grown and independent.”

  Amanda leaned against the table and stared at her feet.

  “Why did you have to bring that up?” She asked, trying to control the tears in her eyes.

  Amanda grew up in a very happy home and her sisters were the only reasons growing up was much fun. Julie was always the different one, indiscreet, impetuous and introverted.

  “Alonso was in love with you, Amanda.” Julie suddenly chimed in.

  Amanda shot her head up, now totally unmoved by Julie’s initial speech.

  “It is true,” Julie continued, ignoring the frustration on Amanda’s face. “You should have seen him when he came to us. He was so angry and pathetic. What we gave him was pity sex and nothing more.”

  Amanda, still disappointed, shook her head and turned to sit down in a chair.

  “You slept with him, Julie.” Amanda wanted more than just an explanation.

  “I am sorry it happened, but I do not regret it.” When Amanda said nothing, Julie added, “I am leaving, Amanda.”

  “Where will you go to?” Amanda couldn’t hide how much she cared about her family.

  “New York. I am leaving with Daisy.”

  “Daisy? The cook?” Amanda smiled. Despite everything that had happened, she derived joy at the smile that worked on Julie’s lips whenever Daisy’s name came up. She noticed it the first time while Julie argued about her with Samantha.

  “Yes, the cook.” Julie laughed and took her sister’s hand.

  “Amanda, Alonso was hurt and it was only his emotions for you that drove him to us. Go back to him while you still can!”

  Amanda sighed and thought about what Julie had told her, “You think he would want me back?”

  Julie smiled and started towards the door.

  “I will be out after I get the rest of my things.” She said, then she stopped at the door and turned to look at Amanda.

  “You should really go back to him…”

  Amanda was totally unaware of the last words that Julie spoke. She could see nothing but the mistake of sending him away.

  Alonso was an artist. And all artists had a weak point. Their emotions were usually their strong suit, but it can sometimes be their weakest point as well.

  Holding out her phone, Amanda stared at the painting on the blog again and smiled. Yes, Alonso was in love with her. And she was too blind to see it all along.

  There was no better message than the red and pouted lips that were staring back at her.

  The End of Book Four

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  Book 35: Amanda’s Virgin Voyage 5

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  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  The sky was a mist of smoky clouds and endless blue horizon. Slowly whisking through it usually was like moving through something you can’t touch, or worse, something you wished you can touch.

  Amanda sat at the window seat in the airplane watching the moving clouds. She always liked to think that the clouds were like moving birds with no specific home or destination. At the end, the clouds would always be forgotten as the plane descended.

  Amanda stopped peering through the window pane and placed her head on the headrest. Calculating, she hoped the meeting she was attending in Chicago would be benefitting but short.

  With the airplane, she should be in and out of Chicago in no time. But everything depends on Clementderson, doesn’t it?

  Amanda racked through the plan in her head again. Perry had made sure that she wouldn’t forget by reciting it every time, for the past three days. According to Perry, it was always safe to have a contingency plan, in case the simple “flow with the tide” doesn’t work.

  Well, the plan was to impress Clement Anderson off his feet, and yes, the next was to make sure he hires A’s AA for his new museum plan. Perry had made a stern face when she added the last part to the plan. Amanda was instructed by the rest of her employees that she shouldn’t be back unless she closes the deal.

  Amanda felt a smile creep to her face. It was funny how everyone related in her office. Sometimes, she felt like a mother to her employees, and sometimes, just sometimes, she felt like she was the employee. Perry could just be the stickler that wants her boss to obey her opinions.

  Amanda peered through the window and thought of Clement Anderson. Craig was the one who investigated the Clementderson Company. According to Perry who reported what Craig found out, Clementderson was indeed a family business.

  It wasn’t any ordinary one to say. It was probably the richest beverage manufacturing business in the whole of Chicago and definitely one of the biggest in North America.

  According to Perry, Clement Anderson hated the media and most people just conclude that he was proud and too rich to care. Perry also added her personal opinion that the man might be a penny pincher.

  Amanda wasn’t really interested in what the man was. To her, her major concern was how to get the man to own up to his proposal. With this, it was only left to Amanda to make sure he did.

  Amanda was concerned about something else too. The tabloids and news often did mention that the beverage company was owned by family. But no one could really mention anyone else besides Clement Anderson.

  The news was that the company was in business for two Anderson generations already. And the family always passed seventy per cent ownership to the next Clement Anderson.

  “So the new owner would have to become a ‘Clement Anderson’?” Amanda remembered how surprised she was as Perry explained.


  “Uhm, yes,” Perry said, reading from a sheet that was obviously prepared by Craig or Simon, “the current Clement Anderson was the first son of the first Clement Anderson in the early 1940s.”

  “And there is a new Clement Anderson when this one decided to retire?” Amanda asked, trying to know everything before she left.

  “Yes,” Perry said, stopping as her eyes moved briskly through the rest of the words on the sheet.

  “Well, there is a son, but no paper seemed to have a word on who he is. Mr. Clement Anderson had a wife some thirty years ago, and after she died, pretty much of her memory and her son remain hidden till date.”

  Amanda had instructed that Craig should keep on digging on the company before she bought her ticket. And here she was, on the airplane and minutes away from the city.

  The Air Hostess’ voice could be heard as she informed passengers that they would soon be landing. Amanda checked her wristwatch and added a new plan to the ones Perry had prepared.

  Yes, she was still going to try to impress Clement Anderson, but first, she was finding a nice hotel to lodge into.

  Traveling through air always made her dizzy and tired.

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  Amanda spread her hands on the large mattress and focused on the bright fluorescent on the wall.

  There was nothing extraordinary or artistic about it. But something about the fluorescent interested her. Probably because it reminded her of a similar one back at her office, or because she kept seeing Alonso’s face in it.

  Amanda shook her head and kept her gaze away from the light. Thinking of Alonso these days was like inviting heartaches and too much thought. Alonso really wanted nothing more to do with her.

  Amanda knew this because Alonso had refused to contact her. It would have been okay if she hadn’t reached out to his mobile phone, his email and through his new advertising agency.

  He didn’t return any of her effort, and Amanda felt like a fool chasing after a love dream again. But she knew this love dream was almost a reality before she literally threw it out of her office door.