Mr. Harrison collapsed on top of her, pushing her down on the blanket with his dick still inside her. she could hardly tell, just lapping at Stella’s cunt until, between the pressure on her body and the pussy in her mouth, she couldn’t breathe.
Mr. Harrison rolled off her and she moved up Stella’s body. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her close to her breasts, and Mr. Harrison came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
They lay like that for awhile, just quietly. Jennifer was warm and comfortable. Stella finally broke the silence with a giggle. “You were right, Jennifer,” she said.
“About what?” Jennifer murmured.
“Best fucking of my life,” she announced. Mr. Harrison chuckled from behind her. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” she added in a whisper.
“It was definitely not a problem,” Mr. Harrison replied. she laughed and he hugged her closer to him.
They lay there for a bit longer, until Mr. Harrison announced that his arm was starting to hurt and Stella mentioned that she was starving. She went outside to grab the clothes they had left by the pool while Jennifer cleaned up the den. Stella came up behind her as she picked up the clamps that Mr. Harrison had brought.
“I wonder if I could keep those,” Stella said, looking at them as she handed Jennifer her clothes. She slipped her skirt and blouse on quickly.
“I’m sure Mr. Harrison wouldn’t mind, so long as you come back to model them every once in awhile,” Jennifer teased.
“You can keep them, Stella. I’ve got other presents for Jennifer,” Mr. Harrison said, coming into the room as he pulled a new T-shirt on. Jennifer grinned at him as she dropped the clamps into Stella’s hand.
“I’m sure Ben will like them,” Jennifer said to Stella.
She laughed. “Ben is nothing compared to this,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s good, but…”
Stella stayed for a late dinner and helped Mr. Harrison and Jennifer clean up before excusing herself, having promised her parents that she will be home that evening. That was a little bit of a lie, as it was 9:30 by the time she left. Before she left, she kissed both Jennifer and Mr. Harrison heatedly.
Mr. Harrison sighed after she left, pulling Jennifer close to him. “She’s a handful,” he laughed. Jennifer giggled, but he was right — Jennifer was incredibly tired.
Mr. Harrison led her to the den again, and they put a movie on, neither of them paying attention as we sat on the couch. They kissed and touched for a little while and Mr. Harrison casually undid her blouse and let his hand rest on her breast, but things didn’t go much further than that as Jennifer curled up against him, her head resting against his chest as she stared at the television.
“It really doesn’t bother you?” Mr. Harrison suddenly asked.
Jennifer looked up at him, confused. “What doesn’t?” she asked, a little drowsily.
“That instead of fucking some guy your own age, you’re sitting on the couch, curled up with me. It really doesn’t bother you that I’m old enough to…”
“To be my Daddy?” she interrupted innocently. “That doesn’t bother me at all.”
He kissed her neck, holding her against him as he lay down on the couch. she lay on top of him, though he hardly seemed to notice her weight at all as he played with her hair. “You’re making me act like a teenager,” he muttered. she was fairly certain he didn’t have a problem with that.
She giggled, and that was the last either of them said. At some point during the second movie they had put in, she must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Mr. Harrison was putting her into her bed. “I Didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly.
“How in the hell did you carry me all the way up here?” she asked.
“You aren’t that heavy,” he laughed. she sighed, realising she still had her clothes on.
“You didn’t put my pajamas on for me, Daddy?” she teased as she tried to wriggle out of the skirt.
Mr. Harrison raised an eyebrow at her and leaned forward. She held still as he slowly stripped her clothes off her, moving around her as if she was still asleep. “Better?” he asked once she was naked and he had tucked the blankets around her.
“You aren’t going to stay?” she asked shyly.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly shed his clothing and moved next to her in the bed.
They kissed again, pressed up against each other. He gently caressed her breasts, kissing her neck and lightly nipping at her sensitive skin. The primal need to fuck that usually took over them was replaced with gentle kissing, soft touching, and quiet moans. Mr. Harrison moved her onto her back so he could suck on her breasts while he gently rubbed her pussy.
His attention had her wet within a few moments and she could feel his dick hardening, pressing against her thigh. He let his hardening dick rub against her slit, her juices getting it slick. she moaned, grinding against his dick, his head rubbing against her tip. The heavy petting was making her pussy throb, and she wrapped her legs around his waist before pulling him to her lips, kissing him hard. Mr. Harrison took that as a sign that she was ready and he pushed into her pussy slowly. This time was different — his thrusts were slow but deep, still passionate, but there was more to it than the heated fucking that was usually there. she moaned softly as he thrust in and out of her, his lips on her neck.
His slow thrusting was still building her up, especially once he let his hand drift down between them and rub her clit. He made her cum just before he did, and she felt his hot seed shoot into her. she loved the feeling of him cumming inside her, and she murmured this to him as he rested against her, his dick still inside her, softening.
He moved off her, rolling next to her and pulling her close to him. As she started to drift off, she wondered when exactly thier passionate, heated fucking had turned into something more. she threw the thought out of her head, telling herself that Mr. Harrison was just there for the week, and while it was fun, “something more” was not in the question. she was just tired, and fucking didn’t always have to be hard and fast, it was just as enjoyable slow and leisurely. Her tired mind was just overanalyzing things.
She slept well, though not nearly as long as she had the day before. It was 10:30 when she woke up, but again, Mr. Harrison was gone. There was a note on her nightstand and she had to rub her eyes before reading it. His scrawled writing told her he had gone to the hardware store — he had offered to do some fixing-up around the house while her parents were gone, as her dad wasn’t too great with power tools and Mr. Harrison was fairly handy.
Jennifer grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and made her way to the shower. she took her time getting ready, knowing that Mr. Harrison did have to get some stuff done at the house, otherwise her parents would ask questions. she knew there wasn’t much she could do to help him, having failed shop class twice before giving up before she cut someone’s hand off, but she could probably stop distracting him with her need to have his dick buried in her and maybe make him some lunch. Plus, she needed to study.
When she finished drying her hair, she made her way down to the kitchen and jumped in shock when she saw Stella sitting at her kitchen table, books open on the table. She looked up when Jennifer entered the kitchen and grinned. “Morning, sunshine,” she teased.
“When did you get here?” Jennifer asked, getting over the shock and opening the refrigerator to make herself a late breakfast. she could see Mr. Harrison working in the backyard through the patio door.
“About ten minutes ago,” she answered. “Mr. Harrison said it was okay when I called.”
“Well, yeah,” Jennifer laughed, rolling her eyes as her plans of studying seemed to fly out the window. “I wonder why.”
Stella giggled. “He told me that he had to get a lot of stuff done today, don’t worry,” she said. “You’ve probably worn the poor man out. Anyways, I wasn’t coming over for that. I really need your help with this.”
Jennifer sat down next to her at the table, looking down at Stella’s books. She was working on calculus. Jennifer had taken the course the previous semester and passed with an A. Math was something she did do very well, but Stella hated it. She had gotten stuck taking calculus after the biology and physics classes had filled up and our guidance councillor (who seemed to be the only man on Earth immune to Stella in a low-cut blouse) refused to make room for her. They both figured it was because he was hardcore into religion, and word had gotten out that Stella had gotten his oldest son’s virginity when she was a sophomore and he was a senior. Since then, Stella seemed to have the worst of luck when it came to her school schedule.
She talked her through the problems as she ate breakfast. Stella really was smart, but when she didn’t have an interest in something, it was difficult for her. They spent awhile working on it. Once they finished the calculus, they started working on history, a class both of them were in. Mr. Harrison came in while they were studying, laughing as he shut the door. “When I said you guys would be studying, I didn’t actually take you seriously,” he said.
Stella flashed him a grin as she stood up. “Hungry?” she asked.
Mr. Harrison motioned for her to sit down. “I will make something. You need to study.” Jennifer frowned and he kissed her. His body was warm from being out in the sun and she lingered a bit too long against him. “Don’t go acting like some little housewife on me,” he scolded playfully.
Jennifer rolled her eyes and sat back down, trying to ignore the tingle that was running through her body from his kiss. Stella was chewing on a pencil thoughtfully, though she wasn’t looking at the books. “What are you going to wear tonight?” she suddenly asked.
“Tonight?” Jennifer asked blankly.
She looked at her incredulously. “Yes, tonight. Dinner, remember?”
Her mouth dropped open. “I completely forgot,” Jennifer said. she glanced over at Mr. Harrison, who was staring incredibly hard at the counter as he pretended not to listen to us.
“Well, let’s do an hour more of this and then start getting ready. I think Ben wants us to go to a movie after, we’re eating like, really early,” Stella said, oblivious to where Jennifer’s eyes were.
It was quiet in the kitchen for a bit, the only sound being Mr. Harrison’s actions as he made himself lunch. “Is that okay?” Jennifer finally asked, her voice quiet.
“Is what okay?” Mr. Harrison replied quickly, not looking at her.
she bit her lip. “You don’t mind if Stella and I go out for dinner with them?”
Stella realised what was happening and quickly excused herself to the washroom. Mr. Harrison finally looked at her. she must have looked incredibly worried, because he smiled. “I don’t mind,” he said, and though he sounded honest, she wasn’t sure.
“If it’s a problem…” she said quietly.
He came over to the table, sitting in Stella’s chair and cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her and then pulled back, looking right at her. “It isn’t a problem,” he said. “You need to spend time with people your own age. It’s important. I don’t want you staying here because you feel guilty about me.”
“But…” she started. He shook his head.
“No. You’re going to go out with… what was his name? Daniel? And you’re going to have fun.” He paused, glancing away for a moment. “Just… be careful, okay? Make sure he treats you well.”