Jennifer woke up slowly, clutching her blankets around her in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep she had been having. She yawned as she opened her eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in her blinds and judging from the brightness, it was either late morning, or early afternoon. she rolled over and picked her cell phone up off her night table. It was nearly one o’clock.
Even though she had been drinking the night before, she felt great, and a slow smile spread across her face as she concluded that it was probably due to Mr. Harrison. They hadn’t even actually fucked, but she felt the same sort of warm, pleasant feeling that she would have if we had. Still, his fingers had done more to her than she could have imagined. Mr. Harrison wasn’t in the room, but she wasn’t concerned. For one, Jennifer knew he couldn’t just leave and not talk about this again. He was supposed to be living with her for the rest of the week. And secondly, there was a good chance that he just had woken up a lot earlier than she had.
She let herself lie in bed for a few more minutes, just allowing herself to wake up fully before she sat up. she needed a shower, badly. She grabbed some clothes out of her closet and walked to the door, opening it quickly. She gasped when she saw Mr. Harrison there, his hand posed to knock on the door. He looked surprised for a moment, then flushed as his eyes moved down her naked body before he glanced away quickly.
“I heard you walking around, I just thought we might want to talk…” he explained quickly.
“Sure, Mr. Harrison,” she said, suddenly nervous. She felt incredibly exposed, but at the same time, she loved the effect that her naked body had on him. Mr. Harrison was such a calm, laid back guy, but the second he saw her, he got so flustered. It was kind of funny, and a little flattering.
“Did you want to… you know… clothes?” he stuttered.
She laughed and shrugged, putting the clothes she was holding on top of her dresser. “Not really, Mr. Harrison. No point in dressing before she shower, is there? And it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”
He laughed nervously and she motioned for him to step into the room. Her heart was pounding at the nerve she had to be standing in front of him naked, not doing anything about it, but she just decided to go with it.
There was no way he would be offended by it, and it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened anyway. She sat down on the edge of her bed, leaning back on her hands as Mr. Harrison sat in her desk chair, still trying to look away from her determinedly. He cleared his throat softly. “Jennifer, what we did last night…”
“Mr. Harrison, she…” she interrupted, but he held up his hand.
“Just let me say what I need to,” he said, and her mouth fell shut. “I know that I should be telling you it was wrong and that it can’t happen again. I should be worried about what would happen if anyone, especially your parents, found out. I should be a little bit disgusted with myself, which I actually am, but it’s not enough for me to not want to do that again.” He cleared his throat again. “I very much enjoyed what we did and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but I want to know that you’re okay with it. That you’ve thought it over and that you know what we did, that you understand…” He trailed off, pausing. “I know it sounds corny, but I had to plan out what I was going to say to you. You know this is a big deal, Jennifer.”
Jennifer nodded, then remembered that he wasn’t looking at her. “I know, Mr. Harrison,” she said quietly. She wet her lips before looking up at him. “All I know right now is that I liked… I mean like, I really liked what we did last night, and that I want to do it again.” she looked back down at the floor in front of her. She didn’t know what else to say. She liked Mr. Harrison as a person. She had known him since before she could rehermber. He was always at her birthday parties or any sort of special event that her parents were at, and she had always gotten along with him well. She knew she could trust him, and she felt safe with him even after the spanking he had given her the night before. She don’t think she could have felt the way she did if anyone else had spanked her like that. She knew she should feel the opposite way. But when Mr. Harrison did that, it felt amazing. She can’t even explain why.
She think Mr. Harrison must have known that she didn’t simply think of him as a quick fuck. How could she, when she knew she do have to see him again? She didn’t have a single regret about what they had done, and she didn’t think she could make it through the rest of the week without having his dick buried deep inside her at some point.
He took a breath, and she looked up to see his eyes on her again. she smiled nervously and he swallowed. “So, can we?” she asked softly, biting her lip. “It could keep this week from being incredibly boring.”
He laughed, a short, nervous sound. “If you say we can, I’m not going to bring this up again. If you want anything to stop, you’ll have to tell me. I don’t want to have to worry constantly that you’re not comfortable. Do you think you can do that?”
She grinned, giggling, and jumped up off her bed, moving across the room quickly before practically throwing herself onto his lap. Mr. Harrison’s eyes widened in surprise as she sat on his lap and his arms wrapped instinctively around her body to keep her from sliding off. “I can deal with that,” she said, her voice soft in spite of her obvious excitement.
Mr. Harrison laughed again, holding her naked body close to him. He reached up with one hand, tentatively pulling her face closer to his. He looked into her eyes one last time and she grinned before closing the small gap between their lips. The kiss sent a shock through her body, and he kissed her with the same hard, urgent need that he had the night before when he had slipped his cum into her mouth. She had to gasp for breath when he pulled his lips off hers and started to kiss her jawbone, one of his strong arms still around her body and the other gently stroking her cheek. She brought her hands to his face and pulled his lips back towards her, wanting him to kiss her again. He did for a moment before pulling back.
“Didn’t you mention something about a shower?” he asked.
she smiled innocently. “Yes, I guess I did.”
His hand moved from her cheek down her neck and to her shoulder. His fingers trailed along her arm, sending shivers through her body, as his other arm moved further down her body, gently cupping her ass. “I think I had better supervise. Make sure you are clean the way I want you to be.” she moaned softly as he spoke, his low voice claiming her. The way he wanted her to be… she was certain she could handle doing anything Mr. Harrison wanted. “It’s that okay, baby?” he whispered, pressing his lips against her neck.
“Mmm… yes,” she whispered back.
“Yes what?” he asked.
she frowned, confused. “Yes… please?”
The hand cupping her ass moved away and came down on her tender skin, just hard enough to make a loud smack. she jumped. “Yes what?” he asked again.
“Yes…” She hesitated, biting her lip as she tried not to focus on the sudden tingle on that particular spot, and on the instant wetness that was building up between her legs. “Yes… Daddy?” she whispered nervously.
His hand cupped her ass again, gently rubbing the spot that he had spanked. “Good girl,” he whispered against her neck, and she was certain that his dick twitched underneath her. “Now, come on. Get to the shower.”
She slid off his lap somewhat reluctantly and picked up the clothes she had pulled out earlier. Mr. Harrison stood up and went to the door, opening it for her. As she walked past him, she felt his hand brush against her ass again and she looked over her shoulder, grinning as he followed her.
When she stepped into the bathroom, the first thing she did was turn the water on. Thier shower takes awhile to heat up, and she sure didn’t want to be having a cold shower with Mr. Harrison. He followed her in and shut the door as she glanced in the mirror. She couldn’t help but laugh. Her makeup from the night before was still on, though most of her eyeliner had been rubbed off and there was just a line of mascara down her cheek from when she had been crying. She suppose it could have been much, much worse, but she don’t know how Mr. Harrison had kept from laughing at her. She turned the tap in the sink on and bent over just a bit, splashing water on her face to get the rest of her makeup off.
As she washed her makeup off, she was sure Mr. Harrison wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of her semi-bent over position. After she was sure the makeup was off, she turned the water off. Before she could grab a towel, Mr. Harrison was behind her. She could feel his dick straining through his jeans as he pulled her ass close to him. She braced herself on the counter and looked up into the mirror, seeing his reflection.
“Wouldn’t that work better if I undressed you first, Daddy?” she asked, her eyes trained on her bare ass pressed against his jeans. He just nodded and she turned, lifting the hem of his shirt up over his head before she unbuttoned his jeans. He kissed her as she undid them, before raising his hands to her shoulders and pushing her down to her knees.
She knelt in front of him and pulled his jeans down, staring at the bulge in his underwear and trailing her fingers along it through the fabric before she pulled them down, letting his dick spring free. She looked up at him as she stuck her tongue out, licking his tip. Mr. Harrison smiled and said, “Are you going to be a good girl and suck your Daddy’s dick?”