Jennifer smiled as he shut the shower curtain, dressing quickly before he left the bathroom, leaning against the wall of the shower, just basking in the warm feeling around her.
After a few moments, she shook herself out of it and grabbed her conditioner, realizing that the water was slowly getting cooler. she ran the conditioner through her hair and washed her body quickly, the cum Mr. Harrison had spurted in her now dripping down her leg. As she was rinsing off, she heard the bathroom door open again. Mr. Harrison mumbled something about having forgotten something, though she didn’t catch the whole thing with the water running. He shut the door again and soon after, she stepped out of the shower. she had dried her hair and brushed her teeth before she realized the clothes she had brought in were gone, and in their place was a plain white plastic bag.
A slow grin spread across her face as she opened the bag. Mr. Harrison must have known she was going to agree to doing things with him, because he had been shopping that morning. Instead of the somewhat modest jean shorts and T-shirt she had grabbed, Mr. Harrison had bought her a denim skirt not much longer than her bar skirt and a cotton blouse that didn’t look like it would quite close once it was over her breast. And, of course, no panties or bra.
She had a feeling she would greatly enjoy wearing the clothes. she shimmied into the skirt, turning in the mirror once she had it over her hips. It clung to her ass and she was pretty sure that if she bent over in the slightest, she will be completely exposed. Even when she walked, the hemline drew dangerously close to showing her round ass. she giggled, knowing that Mr. Harrison had chosen this specifically for her. she picked up the blouse next. It had short sleeves, and as she held it up in front of the mirror, she could still see the outline of her reflection through the fabric. she couldn’t stop grinning as she pulled it over her. Even though her breasts were modest at best, she still couldn’t do up the top three buttons over them. The buttons around her ribcage were easier, and she left the last couple buttons open as well so that her midriff showed. she looked at herself in the mirror and almost squealed at how she looked. Only two of the buttons on the blouse were done up, showing a full amount of cleavage. All Mr. Harrison had to do to see her breasts would be to tug gently on the fabric, and the buttons would probably just pop off. She couldn’t even keep herself from thinking about how wanton and sexy she looked. Her parents would probably ground her for life if they ever saw her in clothes like this.
There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Harrison opened it slightly. “Everything okay?” he asked, though he sounded nervous.
She pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. “You tell me,” she said, her voice low and husky.
His eyes raked over her body and finally looked up into her eyes. “Amazing,” he whispered, then shook his head. “There’s a phone call for you.”
She smiled as she walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on her round ass. There was a phone in her room, and she pushed the door behind her, though it didn’t shut.
“What took you so long?” Stella screeched before she even said anything.
She laughed. “I was in the shower,” she said honestly. “I know you want to dish about whatever his name was, so go.”
That was all Stella needed to start gushing about Ben, the guy she had gone home with from the bar the night before. She listened obediently, gasping and giggling in all the right places. It took her nearly fifteen minutes to give her the basics like “His dick was huge, he fucked her for hours, and he was taking her out to dinner the next night.”
“He’s the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Stella finished, sighing. “And Jennifer, he’s even super nice. I mean, he wants to go on a date. I’m pretty sure he wants to fuck again but still — a DATE!”
Jennifer laughed. Stella didn’t go on many dates — She just liked to fuck and most guys took advantage of that fact. “Well, you know I’ll need more details.”
She giggled. “Sorry, honey. I forgot. I’m sure your solo session after getting home was fun. Daniel wants to see you again, even though I told him you don’t fuck random guys…”
“What do you mean, solo session?” Jennifer asked, grinning to herself.
“Were you that drunk? Daniel was just about finishing you when we got to your house, so I’m assuming you…” Stella paused, and she could almost see the light bulb flicking on above her head. “Your babysitter helped you out?!” she shrieked.
“I don’t fuck and tell,” Jennifer said slyly, knowing very well that Mr. Harrison could still be listening. That, and she didn’t want to get into the embarrassing details that had started the events with Mr. Harrison. Stella would want to know everything and she didn’t want her to know how she had stumbled in and been spanked, how Mr. Harrison had felt Daniel’s cum on her ass, how she had begged him and he said no… the story got a lot better after all that, but she still didn’t want to think about it.
Stella started to talk but she interrupted her. “I’ve gotta go eat something, Stella, we’ll talk later.” With that, she hung up. She knew stella was frustrated as hell on the other line, but it wasn’t often that she had good fucking stories to tell her, and she was going to use this one to tease her as much as she could.
She bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mr. Harrison was sitting at the table. There were two plates with toasted sandwiches on them, and her stomach growled again. Mr. Harrison hadn’t touched the one in front of him, obviously waiting for her.
“Sorry,” she apologised as she slid into the chair across from him. “Mr. H, this sherlls amazing.”
She took a large bite as he looked at her. “You don’t fuck and tell?” he asked as she chewed.
She rolled her eyes. She guess she should have figured he was listening. She swallowed the large bite and took a sip from the water glass in front of her. “Well, sometimes,” she admitted, not bothering to deny what he was accusing her of. “But I didn’t want to get into it with Stella right now. She likes to know every little thing.”
He studied her. “Jennifer, you know people can’t find out about this.”
She smiled at him. “Of course, Mr. Harrison. Stella would never say anything, even if I had told her. Which I didn’t. She just… assumed.” He still looked wary, and she sighed. “You don’t know Stella all that well, but she’s… well, me and Stella are different. We don’t keep secrets from each other, and we do everything together.” She looked at him pointedly on the word “everything,” and he flushed, knowing exactly what she meant. “All that means is that there are a hundred million things that I could tell people about her if she ever said anything about what we did, and she never would. God, she’s probably formulating some plot right now on how she can get a taste of you for herself.” He looked up, his face slightly shocked, and she laughed lightly. “It’s a joke… but you never know.”
He looked a little relieved at this, finally smiling a bit, and took a bite of his sandwich. “So who is this Daniel?” he asked.
She bit her lip, thinking of the cum that had dried on her ass the night before. “Just a guy from the bar. A friend of the guy Stella went home with.” Mr. Harrison nodded and she looked at him as she ate. “I like you better, if that’s what you were wondering.”
Mr. Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Of course you like me better,” he said, his voice taking on that dominating quality that made her pussy throb. “You had better like your Daddy better.”
She swallowed hard, crossing her legs under the table. “Yes, Daddy, of course,” she murmured, looking up at him innocently. He smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich, standing up and crossing the kitchen to put his plate in the sink before crossing back to her. He leaned down and kissed her firmly, biting her lower lip softly before straightening up.
“I have to run some errands,” he said. “And go back to my house for a few things. You’ll be alright for the afternoon?”
She nodded, loving his concern, though if anyone else had done that she would have sighed and reminded them that she was 19. Mr. Harrison was a bit different, though. He kissed her again and turned, leaving the kitchen.
She finished her food quickly after Mr. Harrison had left, not even having time to put her plate in the sink before the phone rang again. The caller ID said it was Stella and she laughed as she picked it up. “You couldn’t handle not knowing for one more minute?”
“Well, that,” she said, not bothering to say hi, “and Ben’s been calling me because Daniel can’t get a hold of you. He wants to see you again and Ben said you guys could double with us at dinner tomorrow night.”
“I left my cell phone upstairs,” Jennifer said. “I didn’t think he had call this soon.”
She laughed. “Whatever, just call him back and tell him you’re coming out with us. I’m coming over right now, and I want ALL the details. Be there in ten.” She hung up before Jennifer could say no. Jennifer rolled her eyes as she put down the receiver, thankful that Mr. Harrison had left, and went upstairs to call Daniel.
Her cell phone was on her night table, blinking away with the notification that she had three missed calls — one from Dani, and two from Stella. she deleted the two messages and called Daniel back. He picked up on the first ring and she laughed.
“I heard you were trying to get a hold of me,” she said after he answered.
“Jennifer!” he exclaiherd, sounding much happier than he should have. “I thought you had given me a fake number,” he added, laughing.
They chatted for a bit before he formally invited her along on Stella and Ben’s date. Jennifer, of course, agreed. After all, though she did enjoy spending time with Mr. Harrison – REALLY enjoyed spending time with him — She had to take into consideration that after this week, she probably wouldn’t get to fuck him much anymore. And Daniel was really great. She might as well enjoy herself with someone her own age. Well, almost her own age. She wondered if Stella had told Ben how old they really were. She also wondered if she had found out their ages. She had never thought to ask Daniel.
She talked to Daniel until the doorbell rang, and she raced downstairs after apologizing to him and telling him she will see him the next day. She opened the door and it was Stella. She was standing with her hands on her hips.
“I can’t believe you have…” Stella started to say. Her mouth dropped open and she suddenly stopped. Jennifer couldn’t figure out why until her eyes drifted down her body.