I hadn’t been around for that long, but I could still tell when she was upset about something.
“Sweetie, you can tell me. If there’s something bothering you, the best thing to do is tell someone you trust,” I said, in my most gentle voice. I wanted her to know that I could help her out if she needed it. If something was really bothering her, I could be a good listener and help her figure out what the problem might be.
She shrugged, and I didn’t want to say anymore. I didn’t want to pressure her; I knew that pushing a kid to talk too hard could shut them down completely, and they’d never open up to you. At least, that’s what I’d heard from my friends who are parents.
“Well, I’m going to leave now. I’ll let you get your rest,” I said and stood up.
“Wait,” her little voice said.
I paused and didn’t get up from the bed. I just looked down at her. “Yes?”
“I do want to talk to you,” she said.
I nodded my head to let her know that it was okay to start talking now.
“Kids are mean,” she simply stated.
“What you mean?” I asked her.
“There are some kids at school, they-they make fun of me,” she said, and a few tears started to roll down her face. She sat up and wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m so sorry, Nell. What is it that they are saying to you?” I asked, beginning to worry. I had been bullied in junior high school myself, so I knew what it was like. It didn’t feel good at all.
“They say that my mom isn’t around because I’m weird,” she said, her tears falling more quickly now.
I was beside myself, and couldn’t believe that somebody would tease her about not having a mother. It made me really upset, but I didn’t want to show her that.
“Aw, Nell. I’m so sorry. You know what? Don’t listen to them. If they say anything else, you just need to stick up for yourself, okay? They’ll leave you alone if you stick up for yourself,” I said.
“Are you sure, Rachel?” she asked me.
I nodded my head. “Yes, I’m sure. Bullies are really just cowards. They’re teasing you because they’re upset about something in their own lives. So, try not to take it too personally. If you stick up for yourself, they should leave you alone.” I felt confident in my response. But I also hoped I wasn’t overstepping. This was a little girl who needed somebody to talk to. Somebody besides her dad. Sometimes children had an easier time talking to someone that wasn’t their parent.
“Thanks for talking to me, Rachel,” Nell said.
I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Anytime, kid. You get some good rest now, okay?”
She nodded her head, rolled over, and within a few minutes, I could tell that she was falling asleep. I snuck out of her room and quietly walked down the hallway to the living room.
“What was all that about?” James asked.
I shrugged, “Just some girl stuff. Nothing to worry about,” I said to him. I didn’t want to worry him about what was going on, and I felt like I’d handled it. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, really.
“Now that Nell is asleep, we can retire to the bedroom,” James said with a sexy smile.
I laughed and let him lead me down the hall.
Once we got in there, he grabbed me and started kissing me aggressively. It was hot, and we started undressing each other while we were kissing. I unbuttoned his pants, while he did mine, then he paused and removed each of our shirts. It was sexy and simple: just what I liked.
His lips met mine once again, then moved down and started kissing my neck down my breasts. He took one into his mouth and sucked on my nipple, then he did it to the other one. It felt so good when he played like this; it was a feeling that I couldn’t quite describe. Like a shot of pleasure went straight to my pussy.
His mouth trailed down my stomach towards my panties, which I still had on, but he moved them off me slowly and then he pushed me back on the bed. I was now fully naked on the bed, and he got between my legs, and he pressed his mouth to my clit, moving his tongue up and down, in a quick rhythm.
“Oh, wow, you’re really good with your tongue,” I said to him. I placed my hands on his head and my fingers in his hair. He licked me harder and faster, flicking his tongue back-and-forth quickly across the tip of my clit. He moved it around in different ways to keep the pleasure going. I loved everything he was doing with his tongue.
I felt him take a finger and slide it inside of me while his tongue continued to work around my clit. Everything he did was like magic. Each and every single way he touched me felt new and exciting. He really knew what he was doing in bed.
A second finger slid into me, adding pressure. I could tell I was really wet by the way his fingers slid in and out so easily. He wiggled his fingers, dragging them against the walls of my pussy and hitting that special spot that drove me wild. My body uncontrollably jerked every time he did it. It was an intense bolt of pleasure.
I felt myself starting to get close. I grabbed the sheets with both of my hands, gripping hard and prepared myself for an orgasm. My body tensed and then all at once everything began to relax as pleasure swept through my body. I threw my head back and let the feelings overtake me. I didn’t feel anything else or to think about anything else. All I was focused on with the pure pleasure that was rushing through my body at that moment.
As I started to come down, he sat up.
“Was that good?” he asked.
I nodded my head and bit my lip. “Mmm-hmm.”
He pulled his boxers off and got on the bed after I scooted back to give him room. Spreading my legs, he placed one on each of his shoulders. I felt his thick, hard cock pressing into my pussy.
“You want it?” he asked, teasing me.
I nodded my head.
“Let me hear you beg me for it,” he said.
“Please, fuck me,” I said to him in my sexiest voice. I wanted him to know that I was really turned on and despite having an orgasm already, I just really wanted to get fucked. The longer he waited, the more I needed to feel his cock shoved inside of me. I was growing desperate and wanted to feel him so bad.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Hard and fast,” I said, without hesitation.
He bit his lip and groaned, then before I knew it, he had shoved himself inside me. Gripping my ankles, he started thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. Stretching it as he fucked it.
“Oh, fuck that feels so good,” I moaned.
He was deep inside of me now, and I could feel him hitting the back of my pussy with each thrust. Each time he did that, I felt a small jab of pain. It wasn’t anything bad and just made the pleasure more intense. His cock was so big, there was no way to avoid the unique pain and pleasure combination. I liked it a lot and knew it would leave me sore for a couple of days afterward. Soreness would remind me of what we had done, and turn me on at the same time. I liked the reminders.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he said, looking down at me with an intense look in his eyes.
I bit my lip, “Only for you.”
“Damn right,” he said and continued to thrust his cock in and out of me. He paused and moved both of my legs to one shoulder, and I could feel my pussy grip onto his cock even tighter.
He sucked air in through his teeth and begin to fuck me harder and harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge again. I was getting close to the spot that drove me absolutely wild. The spot right before I actually came when everything felt more intense.
Then he stopped.
“Why did you stop?” I asked him, confused.
“I was about to cum; I don’t want it to be over yet,” he said, breathing hard.
“I was about to cum, too,” I said, giving him a sad face.
“I know,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. Then he put my legs down and said, “I want you on top. Reverse cowgirl.”
I nodded my head as he laid down next to me, and I got up
and positioned myself so that I was straddling him but facing away. My legs were spread and bent and I slowly lowered myself down onto him. I could feel him holding his cock up, and he pressed into my hole. He began to slide in, and I had to reach down and spread my pussy a bit for him. He was almost too big for this position.
But then I felt it. I felt him begin to slide into me and finally he was all the way inside.
I sucked air in through my teeth. “Holy shit. You’re so deep inside of me.” I moaned.
“Mm-hmm,” he moaned in response.
I began to bounce on him. His cock sliding in and out of me, gently and with ease. He hit the back of my pussy, and when I leaned forward a bit, I could feel him hit my g-spot. I reached down and placed a hand between my legs and began to rub my clit. I knew I was going to go fast this time.
I felt him place his hands on my hips and he helped to bounce me up and down. I was relieved to get help because my legs were starting to get tired. I didn’t want them to give out while we were fucking hard like this.
“Are you close?” he asked.
I moaned, “Mm-hmm” and nodded my head.
“Cum for me, baby,” he said.
He let go of my hips, and I started to rock myself back and forth. I was on the edge of cumming once again. I was so close. I just wanted to feel the sweet, sweet release. I hit the really intense point, and it didn’t take much more to push me over. My body was taken over by the floating feeling once again, as my legs began to relax and my pussy pulsed. His cock began to throb inside of me, and he was moaning behind me. I knew he was cumming at the same time as me.
I rolled off him after we both came down from our orgasms and laid my head on his chest. He kissed me, and his breathing seemed to slow down. I matched his with my own. Before too long, I was drifting to sleep.
Chapter 31
James
I woke up in the morning, and Rachel’s arms were still around me. I gently moved her so I wouldn’t wake her up, then got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I decided I was going to make breakfast for both my girls today, before either of them woke up. It was only seven and I figured I might have time. Nell didn’t normally wake up until about eight on the weekends. That would give me an hour to cook breakfast.
I pulled out eggs, bacon, hash browns and even pancake mix. I was good to go all out and wanted the girls to have a really good breakfast. I wanted the three of us to enjoy our breakfast together because whenever we ate a meal together, it felt like we were a real family. I’ve been missing out on so much, and I’d loved having Rachel around more than anything.
I heard Nell come out of her room about fifteen minutes later. I was a little sad that I couldn’t surprise her with breakfast, but I was glad she was awake. She came into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said in a more cheerful voice. I could tell she was feeling a lot better about whatever had been bothering her, and I was thankful that Rachel had spoken to her because it seemed to make her feel better.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I said to her.
Turning back, I continued making breakfast for the three of us. I made scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes with chocolate chips that I had discovered in the cupboard.
“Do you want to go get Rachel for breakfast?” I asked Nell.
She nodded her head enthusiastically and practically ran down the hallway toward my bedroom. I heard the door open, and I heard, “Go Rachel!” and sporadic clapping, followed by laughter from the both of them.
A few minutes later, knowing that I was setting everything out on the table, Rachel and Nell came into the kitchen.
“She was already awake,” Nell said.
“I had just woken up a couple minutes before she arrived,” Rachel said.
I walked over to Rachel and gave her a kiss, and gave Nell another hug. Then the three of us sat down, grabbed our plates and loaded them up with various breakfast items.
“You made all this yourself?” Rachel asked me.
I nodded my head, “Yes, I did. You don’t believe me?” I asked her, just teasing.
She laughed, letting me know that she took my joking in good fun.
“What are we going to do today, Daddy?” Nell asked.
I could tell that she was feeling much better today. I guessed I had Rachel to thank for that. I still wasn’t sure what happened, but whatever Rachel said to her definitely made her feel better, and that was what mattered.
“Well, I was thinking maybe we could go to the contemporary art museum?” I suggested.
Nell’s eyes lit up. I loved how much she loved art. It made me feel a lot better about the business because I knew I would have someone in the future that could take over the art gallery. I knew she would do a great job with it, too.
“That sounds like so much fun,” Rachel said.
Nell nodded her head enthusiastically and took a bite of her pancake. “Yeath, ith doth,” she said, still chewing a huge bite of pancake.
All three of us started laughing, but I figured some parental direction was in order, nonetheless.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, please,” I said.
Nell continued chewing and swallowed her food. “Yes, it does sound like fun,” Nell repeated, now that she had no food in her mouth and we could understand her.
So, it was decided, the museum trip was on! I was excited about it. I liked going on adventures with the two of them. It made us feel more and more like a family, and I’m sure we looked like a real family to everybody else, too. It’s all I ever wanted for my little girl, and for myself.
After breakfast, Rachel helped me do the dishes, and then the three of us got ready. Rachel took the longest and Nell, and I teased her about it. She took it in stride because it was all in good fun. Then the three of us loaded up in my car we headed towards the contemporary art museum. I hadn’t been there for a few months, and I was excited to see the new exhibits. I always liked to see the way the art exhibitions would change.
“Have you ever been here, Rachel?” I asked her.
“Once, but it’s been about five years,” she said.
“You couldn’t pay me to stay away that long,” I said with a laugh.
She laughed too and the three of us entered the building. I held onto Nell’s hand as I paid for our tickets, promising to let go as soon as we were inside the actual museum. I loved how much she enjoyed the art museum. She would get really excited about all the paintings and sculptures. She was really good about keeping her hands to herself, too.
I’d always liked how well she listened when we’re in public. I’d seen so many parents whose children were having meltdowns in public, and I was glad that my child was never one of them. Maybe it was because she sensed that since I was a single parent I needed a little more help from her and she took pity on me. Whatever it was, it worked for us.
We paused at a painting of a little girl.
“Wow, this is breathtaking,” Rachel said.
“What do you see?” I asked her.
“I see that the artist really captured emotion. I see a little girl whose mom tried to capture her image, with her being in a picture. Maybe the little girl died, and her mom was trying to hold on to her in some way. She wanted to keep her forever in a certain way, so she could see her every single day no matter what.” There was a hint of a tear in Rachel’s eye, but I didn’t ask about it, not wanting to put her on the spot in a public setting.
“Wow, that was really deep,” I said to her. It was intense, and I was surprised by her answer. I hadn’t expected anything like that. I loved how she could sense emotions and paintings. I think that’s what made her so good at her job.
There was a café in the museum where we stopped for lunch. The three of us went inside and ordered from the menu. We picked a small table in the back so the three of us could just have some time to ourselves. Sometimes we were overcrowded by people. I hadn’t expected it to be as busy as it was today. It was always p
opular, but not usually this busy. I figured it had to do with one of the new exhibits that had opened up just recently.
“I didn’t realize this place could get so packed,” Rachel said.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I said to her.
I was in awe. We were always on the same page, always thinking about the same thing. It’s what made us a good team and helped us work so well together. I knew it was what was going to help our relationship only strengthen over time. I found myself thinking that we really did feel like a family sitting there in the art museum, eating lunch. I didn’t want any of it to ever change. I loved how things felt and looked right then and there.
“Can we go look at some more stuff now?” Nell said.
The two of us laughed. Nell loved art just as much as I did, and if I spent too much time in the gift shop near where the café was, she would get upset with me. Because she wanted to spend all of her time out there looking at all the different pieces of art. It just filled my heart with joy.
We quickly finished up our lunch, and the three of us headed back out to the art museum. There were still a couple more exhibits that we needed to get through. One exhibit used lights and holographic images. It was a most interesting thing, but something about it felt more Hollywood than as if an artist had actually made it. I hated pieces like that because I knew they were mass-produced or produced specifically for views and popularity. They weren’t created for being art. It seemed more and more these days that tihis was where art was headed, though. That’s why liked Derek’s work so much. His pieces were made by a fantastic artist, and you could tell that he put hard work and emotion into every one.
After we’d seen the last exhibit, the three of us headed into the gift shop. It was mostly Rachel and I walking around with Nell as she looked at the various toys. But then she came across a poster of one of the paintings in the museum. She said she needed it in her room. I was proud that she wanted something like that. She didn’t need any more toys, but she could use a few posters in her room.
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