A Week With Mr. Hansen

Chapter Two

I woke up slowly, clutching my blankets around me in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep I had been having. I yawned as I opened my eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in my blinds and judging from the brightness, it was either late morning, or early afternoon. I rolled over and picked my cell phone up off my night table. It was nearly one o’clock.

Even though I had been drinking the night before, I felt great, and a slow smile spread across my face as I concluded that it was probably due to Mr. Hansen. We hadn’t even actually fucked, but I felt the same sort of warm, pleasant feeling that I would have if we had. Still, his fingers had done more to me than I could have imagined. Mr. Hansen wasn’t in the room, but I wasn’t concerned. For one, he couldn’t just leave and not talk about this again. He was supposed to be living with me for the rest of the week. And secondly, there was a good chance that he just had woken up a lot earlier than I had.

I let myself lie in bed for a few more minutes, just allowing myself to wake up fully before I sat up. I needed a shower, badly. I grabbed some clothes out of my closet and walked to the door, opening it quickly. I gasped when I saw Mr. Hansen there, his hand posed to knock on the door. He looked surprised for a moment, then flushed as his eyes moved down my 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. Hansen,” I said, suddenly nervous. I felt incredibly exposed, but at the same time, I loved the effect that my naked body had on him. Mr. Hansen was such a calm, laid back guy, but the second he saw me, he got so flustered. It was kind of funny, and a little flattering.

“Did you want to… you know… clothes?” he stuttered.

I laughed and shrugged, putting the clothes I was holding on top of my dresser. “Not really, Mr. Hansen. No point in dressing before I shower, is there? And it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”

He laughed nervously and I motioned for him to come into the room. My heart was pounding at the nerve I had to be standing in front of him naked, not doing anything about it, but I 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. I sat down on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my hands as Mr. Hansen sat in my desk chair, still trying to look away from me determinedly. He cleared his throat softly. “Claire, what we did last night…”

“Mr. Hansen, I…” I interrupted, but he held up his hand.

“Just let me say what I need to,” he said, and my 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 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, Claire.”

I nodded, then remembered that he wasn’t looking at me. “I know, Mr. Hansen,” I said quietly. I wet my 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.” I looked back down at the floor in front of me. I didn’t know what else to say. I liked Mr. Hansen as a person. I had known him since before I could remember. He was always at my birthday parties or any sort of special event that my parents were at, and I had always gotten along with him well. I knew I could trust him, and I felt safe with him even after the spanking he had given me the night before. I don’t think I could have felt the way I did if anyone else had spanked me like that. I knew I should feel the opposite way. But when Mr. Hansen did that, it felt amazing. I can’t even explain why.

I think Mr. Hansen must have known that I didn’t simply think of him as a quick fuck. How could I, when I knew I’d have to see him again? I didn’t have a single regret about what we had done, and I didn’t think I could make it through the rest of the week without having his cock buried deep inside me at some point.

He took a breath, and I looked up to see his eyes on me again. I smiled nervously and he swallowed. “So, can we?” I asked softly, biting my lip. “It could keep this week from being incredibly boring.”

He laughed, a short, nervous sound. “If I 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?”

I grinned, giggling, and jumped up off my bed, moving across the room quickly before practically throwing myself onto his lap. Mr. Hansen’s eyes widened in surprise as I sat on his lap and his arms wrapped instinctively around my body to keep me from sliding off. “I can deal with that,” I said, my voice soft in spite of my obvious excitement.

Mr. Hansen laughed again, holding my naked body close to him. He reached up with one hand, tentatively pulling my face closer to his. He looked into my eyes one last time and I grinned before closing the small gap between our lips. The kiss sent a shock through my body, and he kissed me with the same hard, urgent need that he had the night before when he had slipped his cum into my mouth. I had to gasp for breath when he pulled his lips off mine and started to kiss my jawbone, one of his strong arms still around my body and the other gently stroking my cheek. I brought my hands to his face and pulled his lips back towards me, wanting him to kiss me again. He did for a moment before pulling back.

“Didn’t you mention something about a shower?” he asked.

I smiled innocently. “Yes, I guess I did.”

His hand moved from my cheek down my neck and to my shoulder. His fingers trailed along my arm, sending shivers through my body, as his other arm moved further down my body, gently cupping my ass. “I think I had better supervise. Make sure you are clean the way I want you to be.” I moaned softly as he spoke, his low voice claiming me. The way he wanted me to be… I was certain I could handle doing anything Mr. Hansen wanted. “Is that okay, baby?” he whispered, pressing his lips against my neck.

“Mmm… yes,” I whispered back.

“Yes what?” he asked.

I frowned, confused. “Yes… please?”

The hand cupping my ass moved away and came down on my tender skin, just hard enough to make a loud smack. I jumped. “Yes what?” he asked again.

“Yes…” I hesitated, biting my lip as I tried not to focus on the sudden tingle on that particular spot, and on the instant wetness that was building up between my legs. “Yes… Daddy?” I whispered nervously.

His hand cupped my ass again, gently rubbing the spot that he had spanked. “Good girl,” he whispered against my neck, and I was certain that his cock twitched underneath me. “Now, come on. Get to the shower.”

I slid off his lap somewhat reluctantly and picked up the clothes I had pulled out earlier. Mr. Hansen stood up and went to the door, opening it for me. As I walked past him, I felt his hand brush against my ass again and I looked over my shoulder, grinning as he followed me.

When I stepped into the bathroom, the first thing I did was turn the water on. Our shower takes awhile to heat up, and I sure didn’t want to be having a cold shower with Mr. Hansen. He followed me in and shut the door as I glanced in the mirror. I couldn’t help but laugh. My makeup from the night before was still on, though most of my eyeliner had been rubbed off and there was just a line of mascara down my cheek from when I had been crying. I suppose it could have been much, much worse, but I don’t know how Mr. Hansen had kept from laughing at me. I turned the tap in the sink on and bent over just a bit, splashing water on my face to get the rest of my makeup off.

As I washed my makeup off, I was sure Mr. Hansen wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of my semi-bent over position. After I was sure the makeup was off, I turned the water off. Before I could grab a towel, Mr. Hansen was behind me. I could feel his cock straining through his jeans as he pulled my ass close to him. I braced myself on the counter and looked up into the mirror, seeing his reflection.

“Wouldn’t that work better if I undressed you first, Daddy?” I asked, my eyes trained on my bare ass pressed against his jeans. He just nodded and I turned, lifting the hem of his shirt up over his head before I unbuttoned his jeans. He kissed me as I undid them, before raising his hands to my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees.

I knelt in front of him and pulled his jeans down, staring at the bulge in his underwear and trailing my fingers along it through the fabric before I pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. I looked up at him as I stuck my tongue out, licking his tip. Mr. Hansen smiled. “Are you going to be a good girl and suck your Daddy’s cock?” he asked. I nodded eagerly and looked back at his cock, opening my mouth and sliding as much of it as I could get in at one time. Mr. Hansen groaned, and I moved my mouth slowly around him, loving the feeling of his smooth, throbbing cock in my mouth. He let me suck him for quite awhile, and my pussy was dripping more and more. The water had obviously warmed up because the bathroom began to steam and I began to breathe harder. My head bobbed against Mr. Hansen’s cock, and my entire body felt heightened. My nipples were hard and my skin felt incredibly sensitive, and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself from moving a hand down between my legs to relieve the aching throb in my pussy. I sighed against Mr. Hansen’s cock as I slide my fingers along my slit, letting it brush against my clit and play against my hole, but not wanting to go much further than that.

Mr. Hansen saw me touching my pussy and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, helping me to my feet. He raised my hand to his mouth and licked my fingers as he dipped his other hand between my legs. I couldn’t help myself from pushing my pussy against his fingers, but he moved his hand away as soon as I did. “Naughty girl,” he whispered, chuckling. “You’re soaking wet. I haven’t even gotten you into the shower yet.”

I moaned softly as his hands started to move down my body, tweaking my nipples softly. I could hardly hold myself up and I had to lean back against the counter when he caressed the underside of my breasts. Finally, he started to direct me towards the shower, pulling back the curtain so I could step in. I sighed as the water fell against my skin, hot and sensual, the steam from the shower clouding my vision just slightly. Mr. Hansen stepped in after me and pulled the curtain shut, pulling me against him immediately and kissing me hard. I kissed him back, rolling my hips against him, his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

He pulled back and reached to the shelf, where my shampoo was sitting. “Turn around,” he directed. I obeyed eagerly. No one but the hairdresser had ever washed my hair for me, and I had a feeling Mr. Hansen’s fingers would be much more sensual than the girl who trimmed my long, dark blonde hair once a month. I heard him open the bottle and put it back down on the shelf after he had squirted some shampoo into his hands. The raspberry scent of my shampoo drifted towards me and I sighed when I felt Mr. Hansen’s fingers working gently against my scalp. He washed my hair, getting it totally covered in the scented shampoo before I felt some of the lather dripping down my body.

“Guess I took a little too much,” he chuckled, letting his massaging hands drift from my head to my neck and shoulders, then down my chest, the water washing the excess lather off his hands. I giggled as it dripped down my breasts, his hands running down my arms and then back up my stomach, cupping my tits gently before he pulled his hands away to turn me around, letting the hot water rinse the lather from my hair. He looked at me as the water ran over me, and I looked back, not moving, waiting to see what he would do. He ran his hands through my hair, getting all the shampoo out. I grinned at him as he pulled himself close to me, kissing me under the spray of the shower, his cock pressed against me, as hard and smooth as before.

As he kissed me, I reached to the shelf, grabbing my body wash. He pulled back and went to take it from my hand, but I moved it out of his reach. “My turn,” I said. “You need to get washed too, Daddy.”

“I had a shower this morning, baby,” he said, trying to grab it from me again. “And you’re not washing me with something that smells like flowers. That’s for you.”

I giggled and popped the cap open. “Please, Daddy? I promise you won’t mind by the time I’m done…”

He didn’t fight all that hard after I poured some soap directly onto my hands and started to rub it into his chest. Normally, I use a cloth or something, but this worked much better, since he was apparently already clean. I rubbed his chest first, before working it onto his back. I dropped to my knees and grinned up at him before I skipped touching his cock and began working the soap up each of his legs. He laughed as I washed him, the flowery scent of my body wash overpowering the scent of my shampoo. I ran my fingers along each of his legs before I finally put a bit more soap onto my hands and ran my slippery fingers along his cock. He groaned as I gently washed his cock, maybe stroking him a few more times than was necessary to get him clean. Once I finished there, I moved my hands to his balls, and Mr. Hansen had to brace himself against the shower wall as I rubbed him. Finally, I stood back up, pulling Mr. Hansen under the spray of the shower and running my hands up and down his body to get all the soap off. When my fingers got to his cock again, he made a sound almost like a growl and grabbed my arms, pushing me up against the wall hard as he kissed me, grinding his cock against me. I moaned and his hands moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me squirm between him and the cool tile of the wall.

“Baby, do you want me to fuck you?” he growled against my lips. “You’re such a damn tease… I wanted to fuck you properly, in a bed, but…”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I interrupted. “There’s time for beds later.”

He groaned and slid his hands down to my thighs, moving them around my legs to just under my ass, and lifting me up. I gasped in surprise as he lifted me easily and positioned his cock at the entrance to my tight hole. I had grabbed his shoulders in surprise when he lifted me, but I let one move down to guide his cock into my dripping entrance, as it was too slippery for him to just slide into me. I gasped as his tip pushed into me, almost trembling in excitement to feel Mr. Hansen’s cock inside me. He groaned again as he pushed further into me, and I let out a soft moan. His cock might not have been huge, but I could still feel him stretching me. He pushed his cock in at a steady pace, just slow enough so that I could adjust, though by the time he was buried deep inside me, I need a moment to get used to the feel of him inside me.

“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered after a few seconds of just holding still against me, pressing me against the wall of the shower.

I sighed. “I’m great, Daddy,” I whispered. “I never imagined your cock would feel this good.”

That was all he could handle, and he groaned as he pulled back and began thrusting into me. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning as he fucked me against the shower wall, feeling the spray of the shower against my skin, the steam swirling around me and making every sense a million times more heightened. My hands tightened on Mr. Hansen’s shoulders, holding myself up as held my legs around my waist. His head was buried against my neck, and I could feel his teeth scraping gently against my skin, sucking just hard enough that I knew there would a light mark there.

It wasn’t going to take me long to cum, and I could already feel myself building up. I raked my nails gently across his shoulders, making Mr. Hansen look up at me. “I’m gonna cum soon, Daddy…” I gasped.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace staying steady as he fucked me. I held myself close against him as he fucked me, each thrust like another step towards my orgasm, like I could literally feel it coming closer. I gasped and panted, wanting to cum so bad it almost hurt.

“Need… Daddy, I’m so close, please…” I gasped, hardly able to get the world out.

He licked and bit down lightly on my neck. “What do you need, baby?” He was just teasing me, he knew he could make me cum in the next few moments if he wanted to.

“Harder…” I whispered.

“What’s harder?”

“Fuck me harder!” I nearly screamed. He didn’t move any faster, but I could feel him grinning against my neck.

“Only nice little girls get fucked hard,” he whispered, and his next few thrusts were slowed slightly.

I groaned. “Please… please f-fuck me harder? D-Daddy?” I gasped, stuttering.

He didn’t need to be asked twice – I was so focused on my own orgasm that I didn’t realise he was about to cum as well. He thrust hard into me, pounding me against the wall, fucking me hard and fast. It only took a few hard thrusts to put me teetering on the edge. All I needed was a bit more… just a bit… I was begging him to make me cum, though I was so focused I hardly knew what I was saying.

The begging put Mr. Hansen over the edge and I felt him shudder. Suddenly, I felt him spurt deep inside my pussy. No one had ever cum inside me before – I usually insisted on a condom, or for one lucky boyfriend, that he pull out and cum in my mouth. The feeling of his hot seed spurting inside me was amazing. He pulled out and thrust into me four more times, hard, groaning each time and spurting another jet of hot cum inside me. On his third thrust, I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm rocked through my body, brought on by his hard thrusting and by the foreign but erotic feeling of his cum inside me. I was squirming between him and the wall as my orgasm washed through me, moaning and gasping, screaming the word “Daddy” during what had to be the longest orgasm of my life. The orgasm he had given me the night before was nothing compared to this one, and that one had been positively amazing. I was gasping and panting, finally coming down from it long after Mr. Hansen’s final spurt, his cock still buried in me. He looked at me as I finally opened my eyes, not realising I had even shut them, an eyebrow raised.

“That good?” he asked.

I laughed, slightly embarrassed. “No one’s ever cum in me before, Daddy. It felt… really, really awesome.”

He looked at me seriously for a moment. “Is it okay that I did that?” he asked, and I nodded, smiling. I’d been on the pill for years – my mom had told me it would help with cramps and stuff, and had put me on the pill when I was 14.

Mr. Hansen looked relieved and gently set me down, pulling his softening cock out of my cunt. He kissed me softly, opposite to the rough way he had been fucking me, and pushed my wet hair off my face. As I was kissing him, my stomach growled. I pulled back in surprise, blushing furiously as Mr. Hansen laughed.

“You finish washing up,” he said, stepping out of the shower and drying off quickly. “I’ll make you some… well, lunch.” He looked at his watch. “A 2:30 lunch.”

I 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 me. After a few moments, I shook myself out of it and grabbed my conditioner, realising that the water was slowly getting cooler. I ran the conditioner through my hair and washed my body quickly, the cum Mr. Hansen had spurted in me now dripping down my leg. As I was rinsing off, I heard the bathroom door open again. Mr. Hansen mumbled something about having forgotten something, though I didn’t catch the whole thing with the water running. He shut the door again and soon after, I stepped out of the shower. I had dried my hair and brushed my teeth before I realised the clothes I had brought in were gone, and in their place was a plain white plastic bag.

A slow grin spread across my face as I opened the bag. Mr. Hansen must have known I 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 I had grabbed, Mr. Hansen had bought me a denim skirt not much longer than my bar skirt and a cotton blouse that didn’t look like it would quite close once it was over my tits. And, of course, no panties or bra.

I had a feeling I would greatly enjoy wearing the clothes. I shimmied into the skirt, turning in the mirror once I had it over my hips. It clung to my ass and I was pretty sure that if I bent over in the slightest, I’d be completely exposed. Even when I walked, the hemline drew dangerously close to showing my round ass. I giggled, knowing that Mr. Hansen had chosen this specifically for me. I picked up the blouse next. It had short sleeves, and as I held it up in front of the mirror, I could still see the outline of my reflection through the fabric. I couldn’t stop grinning as I pulled it over me. Even though my breasts were modest at best, I still couldn’t do up the top three buttons over them. The buttons around my ribcage were easier, and I left the last couple buttons open as well so that my midriff showed. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost squealed at how I looked. Only two of the buttons on the blouse were done up, showing a full amount of cleavage. All Mr. Hansen had to do to see my breasts would be to tug gently on the fabric, and the buttons would probably just pop off. I couldn’t even keep myself from thinking about how wanton and sexy I looked. My parents would probably ground me for life if they ever saw me in clothes like this.

There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Hansen opened it slightly. “Everything okay?” he asked, though he sounded nervous.

I pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. “You tell me,” I said, my voice low and husky.

His eyes raked over my body and finally looked up into my eyes. “Amazing,” he whispered, then shook his head. “There’s a phone call for you.”

I smiled as I walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on my round ass. There was a phone in my room, and I pushed the door behind me, though it didn’t shut.

“What took you so long?” Jenny screeched before I even said anything.

I laughed. “I was in the shower,” I said honestly. “I know you want to dish about whatever his name was, so go.”

That was all she needed to start gushing about Dan, the guy she had gone home with from the bar the night before. I listened obediently, gasping and giggling in all the right places. It took her nearly fifteen minutes to give me the basics: his cock 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,” she finished, sighing. “And Claire, he’s even NICE. I mean, he wants to go on a date. I’m pretty sure he wants to fuck again but still – a DATE!”

I laughed. Jenny 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. Tyson wants to see you again, even though I told him you don’t fuck just random guys…”

“What do you mean, solo session?” I asked, grinning to myself.

“Were you that drunk? Tyson was just about finishing you when we got to your house, so I’m assuming you…” Jenny paused, and I could almost see the light bulb flicking on above her head. “Your babysitter?!” she shrieked.

“I don’t fuck and tell,” I said slyly, knowing very well that Mr. Hansen could still be listening. That, and I didn’t want to get into the embarrassing details that had started the events with Mr. Hansen. Jenny would want to know everything and I didn’t want her to know how I had stumbled in and been spanked, how he had felt Tyson’s cum on my ass, how I had begged him and he said no… the story got a lot better after all that, but I still didn’t want to think about it.

Jenny started to talk but I interrupted her. “I’ve gotta go eat something, Jenny, we’ll talk later.” With that, I hung up. I knew she was frustrated as hell on the other line, but it wasn’t often that I had good fucking stories to tell her, and I was going to use this one to tease her as much as I could.

I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mr. Hansen was sitting at the table. There were two plates with toasted sandwiches on them, and my stomach growled again. Mr. Hansen hadn’t touched the one in front of him, obviously waiting for me.

“Sorry,” I apologised as I slid into the chair across from him. “Mr. H, this smells amazing.”

I took a large bite as he looked at me. “You don’t fuck and tell?” he asked as I chewed.

I rolled my eyes. I guess I should have figured he was listening. I swallowed the large bite and took a sip from the water glass in front of me. “Well, sometimes,” I admitted, not bothering to deny what he was accusing me of. “But I didn’t want to get into it with Jenny right now. She likes to know every little thing.”

He studied me. “Claire, you know people can’t find out about this.”

I smiled at him. “Of course, Mr. Hansen. Jenny would never say anything, even if I had told her. Which I didn’t. She just… assumed.” He still looked wary, and I sighed. “You don’t know Jenny all that well, but she’s… well, she and I are different. We don’t keep secrets from each other, and we do everything together.” I looked at him pointedly on the word “everything,” and he flushed, knowing exactly what I 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 I 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 Tyson?” he asked.

I bit my lip, thinking of the cum that had dried on my ass the night before. “Just a guy from the bar. A friend of the guy Jenny went home with.” Mr. Hansen nodded and I looked at him as I ate. “I like you better, if that’s what you were wondering.”

Mr. Hansen raised an eyebrow. “Of course you like me better,” he said, his voice taking on that dominating quality that made my pussy throb. “You had better like your Daddy better.”

I swallowed hard, crossing my legs under the table. “Yes, Daddy, of course,” I 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 me. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, biting my 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?”

I nodded, loving his concern, though if anyone else had done that I would have sighed and reminded them that I was 18. Mr. Hansen was a bit different, though. He kissed me again and turned, leaving the kitchen.

I finished my food quickly after Mr. Hansen had left, not even having time to put my plate in the sink before the phone rang again. The caller ID said it was Jenny and I laughed as I picked it up. “You couldn’t handle not knowing for one more minute?”

“Well, that,” she said, not bothering to say hi, “and Dan’s been calling me because Tyson can’t get a hold of you. He wants to see you again and Dan said you guys could double with us at dinner tomorrow night.”

“I left my cell phone upstairs,” I said. “I didn’t think he’d 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 I could say no. I rolled my eyes as I put down the receiver, thankful that Mr. Hansen had left, and went upstairs to call Tyson.

My cell phone was on my night table, blinking away with the notification that I had three missed calls – one from Tyson, and two from Jenny. I deleted the two messages and called Tyson back. He picked up on the first ring and I laughed.

“I heard you were trying to get a hold of me,” I said after he answered.

“Claire!” he exclaimed, sounding much happier than he should have. “I thought you had given me a fake number,” he added, laughing.

We chatted for a bit before he formally invited me along on Jenny and Dan’s date. I, of course, agreed. After all, though I did enjoy spending time with Mr. Hansen - REALLY enjoyed spending time with him – I had to take into consideration that after this week, I probably wouldn’t get to fuck him much anymore. And Tyson was really great. I might as well enjoy myself with someone my own age. Well, almost my own age. I wondered if Jenny had told Dan how old we really were. I also wondered if she had found out their ages. I had never thought to ask Tyson.

I talked to Tyson until the doorbell rang, and I raced downstairs after apologizing to him and telling him I’d see him the next day. Jenny was standing with her hands on her hips when I flung the door open.

“I can’t believe you have…” she started to say. Her mouth dropped open and she suddenly stopped. I couldn’t figure out why until her eyes drifted down my body.

“I was going to change,” I said, blushing. “But I got talking to Tyson and…”

“Fucking hell, Claire… you look HOT!” she exclaimed.

I laughed nervously. “And I don’t normally?”

She rolled her eyes and pushed past me into the house. “You know what I mean.” I shut the door behind her before she grabbed my arms and twirled me, taking in the entire outfit. “Jesus, where did you get this? How in the hell have you hid this from your parents? No wonder they got you a babysitter… they go away for one night and you fuck him AND start dressing like… well, like me!” She giggled. I hadn’t noticed, but Jenny’s outfit was startlingly similar to mine. Only, the blouse that she had tied just under her breasts looked much sexier than mine. After all, my tits were showing, but her huge globes were nearly popping out. She also had a bra on, and likely panties, and her denim skirt flared out instead of clinging to her ass like mine did, but still.

I had to laugh when I realised we were dressed like twins. Jenny started walking to the kitchen and I followed. We had been friends for so long that my house was like her house. I don’t know why she still bothered to ring the doorbell. Maybe because she wanted everyone to know she had arrived. Either way, she got herself a glass of water and a can of Pepsi for me, and we went outside. I sat on a chair just off the patio while Jenny sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her bronzed legs into the water and splashing a bit. “So, spill,” she said. “You fucked the babysitter.”

“He’s not my babysitter,” I mumbled, glad for the fact that my yard was incredibly private and that our neighbours were almost never outside. My dad had landscaped the yard himself, and most of the big backyard was surrounded by tall trees that blocked us from the neighbours’ sight, and blocked most of the noise, too. The pool was the only place that was almost always directly in the sunlight – most everywhere else was in shade.

“Whatever, Claire,” Jenny said impatiently.

I sighed. “Yes, we fucked,” I said simply. I didn’t want to get into the spanking part, or me calling him Daddy, or anything like that. I told Jenny as few details as she would let me get away with, and when I recapped the episode in the shower this morning, she let out a small sigh that almost sounded like a moan.

“Did he buy you those?” she asked me, and I glanced down at my clothes. “I mean, I’ve never seen those before.”

“Yes, he did,” I admitted. She giggled, standing up and shaking the water off her legs before walking up to the patio and putting her glass on the table.

“No surprise. Of course he’d want to see those cute nipples of yours poking out.”

I glanced down at my chest and saw that my nipples were, in fact, poking against the see-through fabric. I guess I had gotten into the story just a little too much, but I laughed, not embarrassed in the slightest. Jenny had seen a lot more of me than just nipples through my shirt. She pulled me up from the chair. “Well, I doubt you’re gonna give me any more details, and I have to say I’m disappointed about that,” she said, giving me a phoney stern glare. I laughed and she shook her head. “I can’t even tell you how hot that is, Claire. I can’t wait to see this guy.” I opened my mouth to protest but Jenny was firm in her decision. “I’m staying til he comes back. Now, are you gonna come swimming with me?” She dragged me toward the pool.

“I don’t want to get my clothes wet!” I protested. “Let me go change!”

Jenny laughed at me. “Why so self conscious all of a sudden?” She reached forward and popped the two done-up buttons open. “There you go. Instant bathing suit.” She untied the bottom of her blouse and took it off before slipping out of her denim skirt, standing there in a bra that her tits were almost falling out of and a matching G-string.

I wasn’t self conscious, not around Jenny. How could I be around someone who would finger me in a bar bathroom like she had last night? Being naked around Jenny was like being naked in the shower. I never really thought about it that much… though right now, I was feeling a little turned on from thinking about Mr. Hansen. It didn’t matter to either of us, anyways, so I slipped my blouse off and folded it neatly on a chair before wiggling my ass and letting the skirt drop to the ground. Jenny laughed and came up behind me, pushing me towards the pool. I shrieked as she tried to push me in and pushed her back, laughing as I used the few extra pounds I had on her to my advantage. She lost her balance, but before she could tumble into the water, she pulled my arm and I fell in. I came up, sputtering, just in time to see Jenny’s fall turn into a graceful dive. I laughed and shook my head. Jenny was inherently more graceful and sexy than I was, but I never really minded.

She came out of the water, her hair plastered back. I couldn’t help but admire her gorgeous tits as she shook water out of her ears. I loved Jenny’s big, gorgeous breasts. Not in a way of jealousy – there was no jealousy between Jenny and I. We shared everything, and nicely. I had a feeling that the second she saw Mr. Hansen, she would want me to share him. And that was fine with me. After all, Jenny and I had been talking about having a three-way many times. Jenny loved the effect that she and I had on guys when we were together – we loved to kiss and touch and all that, but to guys it was like Christmas come early. I was willing to be that she would want to have one with her new friend Dan. After all, she wouldn’t have gone on about how big and gorgeous his cock was if she hadn’t wanted me to see it.

We swam around for awhile, floating and talking as we often did when there was no one home. Jenny and I only had our naked time when we knew we wouldn’t be caught by our parents or her pervy brother. No one really understood our friendship or how it worked. I guess the easiest way to describe it was that we were best friends… with benefits. Lots of really great benefits.

Jenny heard Mr. Hansen come home before I did. Her head turned toward the sound of his car door closing, and a sudden flutter of nervousness ran through me. I hadn’t told him that Jenny was coming over, and though I was fairly sure he wouldn’t have a problem with two naked teenage girls floating around in the pool, I still wasn’t sure of how he would react. Jenny sensed this as I looked to the house, and she swam over next to me, resting her arms on the side of the pool. Her breasts were so big that they didn’t come out of the water fully, like mine did. “Do you mind?” she asked me breathily.

“Mind what?” I asked, sincerely confused.

She blushed a bit, something that doesn’t happen very often with Jenny. “Sharing?” she whispered, biting her lip. I glanced down at her tits. Her nipples were in the water, but they were hard as rocks and I knew it wasn’t because she was cold. I had the urge to dip into the water and suck on her gorgeous nipples, but instead I settled for reaching forward to rub one of her tits gently as we talked. Her arm instinctively wrapped around my waist and her hand cupped my ass. It was a position we often took, almost mindlessly now, though she did sigh every so often when I tweaked her nipple.

“I don’t mind,” I told her, smiling. “You know I love sharing with you.”

She giggled. “I just can’t get the image out of my head. You’ve had me all tingly since you told me about your shower this morning.”

I laughed, and Jenny pulled herself closer to me, her large, sopping wet tits pressing against my much smaller ones as she gave me a hug. I sighed, feeling her hard nipples pressed against me, sending tingling shocks through my body as I caressed one of them. Jenny’s hand squeezed my ass, her hug turning into a much less innocent embrace as her legs parted slightly and moved between my slightly parted ones. “I’ve been dreaming about doing something like this for so long,” she said excitedly. “I thought maybe we could go for Dan but I want this way more. Us young little girls giving your poor babysitter the ride of his life.”

Her mentioned of us as little girls triggered something and I pulled away from her a bit, blushing. “Umm… I should maybe mention this…” I started, and Jenny looked at me. I flushed even harder. “I… I umm… he’s kind of like… well, in charge… and I.. I-I call him Daddy,” I whispered, rushing the latter part. Jenny’s eyes widened and I bit my lip, looking up at her. She mirrored me, biting her full bottom lip, before surprising me and leaning forward to kiss me heatedly. I nearly melted as her full lips pressed against mine, her tongue sliding along my bottom lip before she sucked on it, holding me tight against her. I felt her grind against my leg a bit and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against her smooth thigh. And still, this wasn’t unusual for Jenny and I. I couldn’t remember the number of times I’d cum from grinding against her leg like this, the number of times we’d kissed like this… neither of us ever said anything like we were bi-sexual, but I guess that’s what it was. That isn’t how either of us saw it, though.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice dripping with desire when she finally pulled away from me, licking her lips. “We need to fuck him the second he walks through that screen door.”

I laughed again, relieved. “I’m SO happy you don’t think I’m a freak!” I exclaimed.

“Claire? Who are you talking to?”

I turned just as Mr. Hansen opened the screen door and walked out. His mouth dropped open in surprise when he saw Jenny and I embracing in the pool. “What’s going on?” As if he didn’t know.

Jenny grinned and swam towards the shallower end of the pool. I watched, my heart pounding as she stood up, water cascading down her shoulders and dripping off her breasts as she moved to the edge of the pool. “Hi Mr. Hansen,” she said coyly. “I’m Jenny.”

I watched as Mr. Hansen took Jenny’s body in, though again, his eyes travelled back to me. “What’s going on?” he asked again.

His voice was stern, but not in the dominating way that made my pussy drip. In fact, he sounded almost angry. I looked at him nervously, ducking myself a little further into the water. “We were swimming,” I said quietly, suddenly incredibly aware of my nudity.

I think Mr. Hansen realised he had scared me, because he walked right past Jenny on the edge of the pool and stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck way up to see him. He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t look angry. Instead, he looked genuinely confused, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with Jenny. I smiled a bit at him, realising he was just trying to figure out if what he thought was happening was actually happening. Jenny had sat on one of the steps that led into the pool, the water just covering her nipples as she looked at me. Her expression must have mirrored my worried one, and I smiled at her before I looked back up at Mr. Hansen. “Did you want to join us, Daddy?” I asked innocently, though I couldn’t stop the slow grin from spreading across my face.

Mr. Hansen glanced at Jenny and then back at me. He crouched down next to the pool so he could speak quietly to me. “Is this…” he started.

“Yes, she knows,” I interrupted.

“And you’re both…”

“Okay with it? Obviously, Mr. Hansen.”

He looked at Jenny once more and then at me. “This has to be too good to be true. What’s the catch, Claire?”

I pulled myself closer to the edge of the pool. “You don’t believe me?” I asked him.

Jenny must have swam up behind me quietly, because I jumped when I heard her voice just over my shoulder. “There’s no catch, Mr. Hansen. Didn’t you know that Claire and I like doing stuff like this?” She giggled pointedly as she wrapped her arms around me under the water, pressing her body against my back and resting her chin against my shoulder. Her hard nipples were pressed against my shoulder blade and I lost focus of what we were doing for a moment, leaning back against her. “Please, come swimming with us. No one has to know, if that’s what’s stopping you.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “So Claire told you about…?”

Jenny sighed. “Not technically, I guessed most of it.” She pulled away from me and pulled herself onto the edge of the pool, her glorious tits glistening as she dangled her legs in the pool again. “Mr. Hansen, are we doing something wrong?”

He frowned. “Wrong as in…?”

She sighed dramatically. “Well, there’s two naked girls swimming around in the pool begging you to join them, and all you can worry about is someone finding out?”

He chuckled, blushing just a bit. “It’s a little bit different than that. I hardly know you, Jenny. I’ve only seen you at a few of Claire’s birthdays, that’s about it.”

She let her head rest against his jean-covered thigh and he looked shocked at her sudden touch. Jenny grinned at me and I had to fight to keep from laughing. Jenny seduced people in the corniest way possible – she played innocent, dumb almost, pretending to be the brainless girl that guys loved to play with. Jenny was not that kind of girl, though. She knew exactly how to wrap a guy around her finger – once she had him thoroughly “seduced,” she was charge. She just knew how to get what she wanted. And it was quite obviously working on Mr. Hansen – there was a definite bulge in his jeans that had not been there before.

“I guess I just wanted you to do to me what you did to Claire,” she said, feigning sadness. “She told me that you gave her the best fucking of her life.”

Mr. Hansen flushed, looking at me as I nodded at him, smiling. “Please come swimming?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, and Jenny laughed. “I guess we could just give him no choice,” she said.

“What?” Mr. Hansen asked, just in time for Jenny to grab onto his arms and jump into the pool. He lost balance and tumbled in, fully clothed, as I ducked out of the way.

I laughed as he came up, sputtering, his hair matted to his head, his clothes stuck to his body. Jenny swam a little bit away before flipping onto her back, floating in the middle of the pool and giggling mischievously. I swam closer to Mr. Hansen, pulling my body close to him as he brushed his hair out of his face.

“Are you really that worried?” I whispered as I put my hands on his shoulders. “I didn’t plan for this, but… well, Jenny and I have wanted to do this for a long time…”

He looked at me and after a moment, smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. “Is she okay with all the things that you are?” he murmured against my lips. I sighed and nodded as he pressed against me. I was kind of looking forward to seeing him spank Jenny, actually. I hadn’t told her about that, but I knew Jenny loved when things got a little rough, and I suddenly wanted to see what she would do when her little game of playing dumb didn’t work, and she didn’t have the upper hand. I loved Jenny dearly, but I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face… her perfect full lips in a shocked “O” when Mr. Hansen took her over his knee and spanked her until her ass was glowing red. “If we do this,” he said, interrupting my thoughts, “you won’t be…”

“Jealous?” I finished. “No.”

He looked at me. “No matter what happens?” I frowned and he shook his head. “I don’t want to make you mad if I pay more attention to her or something. You need to know that I’d choose you over her any day.” I smiled softly and kissed him gently.

“I don’t mind, Daddy. You don’t know how much I want to see her finally dominated,” I whispered against his mouth, giggling at the last part.

Mr. Hansen looked at me carefully for a moment, as if an idea had come to him, but before I could ask he held me tight and swam to the shallower part. “You could have warned me, Jenny,” he said sternly, though this time in the voice that sent electricity through my body. I stood up in the shallow water and started pulling the soaking clothes from Mr. Hansen’s body. Jenny swam closer to us, still with that grin on her face. It took much longer than usual to get his T-shirt off, but I didn’t have to worry – Mr. Hansen stopped me once it was off. “Stand up,” he ordered Jenny.

She stood, the water at her hips, looking at him obediently, though her eyes darted back to me, and I could see the playful excitement in them. “What were you doing when I got here?” he asked her.

“I was kissing Claire,” she answered quickly.

He looked at me and I took that as an indication that he wanted to see it again. I stepped through the water towards Jenny and she raised her hand to pull me closer to her. “Don’t touch her,” Mr. Hansen ordered Jenny, and her hands dropped to her sides again.

I pulled Jenny close to me, feeling her tits press hard against mine as I kissed her. It was so strange, kissing her when she couldn’t wrap her arms around me like she usually did, but her mouth responded as it usually did, eagerly sucking on my lips and flicking her tongue into my mouth. I heard Mr. Hansen move out of the pool, heard the sound of him undoing his jeans and pulling them off. I knew he was watching us intently, and after kissing Jenny for a bit, I let my hands run over her body, starting from her hips and moving around to her ass, which was much less shapely than mine, up her sides, caressing the undersides gently before I cupped them, my thumbs positioned over her nipples, brushing them lightly. Jenny started breathing a bit faster as I teased her nipples, just barely touching them, a soft whine escaping her throat as she unconsciously pushed her tits against my hands.

“Suck on them,” Mr. Hansen suddenly ordered. I dipped my head away from Jenny’s mouth and started licking and sucking on her neck. Her skin was soaking wet, though it didn’t taste bad – my dad uses special chemicals in our pool water, and I was silently thankful, as it was making our little escapade a lot easier. Jenny gasped, drawing in a deep breath as I moved my mouth to the top of her beautiful breasts, licking them, moving my mouth and tongue slowly towards her hard nipples. When I finally reached them, I surprised her by biting down gently before I even licked them. As I started to suck on her gorgeous, hard nipples, Jenny moaned, and I felt her hand move up to my head and pull me closer to her.

The moment her hand touched my hair, I felt her being pulled away from me. I looked up to see Mr. Hansen back in the water, naked as we were, pulling Jenny back by her shoulders. He buried his head against her neck, and from the cry she made I could tell her had made a mark with his mouth. His hands travelled up her body and cupped her tits, rubbing them much more firmly than I had been, and he pinched one of her nipples hard. “I said no touching,” he finally said, his voice muffled as he continued to suck on her neck.

The sight of him grasping her huge tits and sucking on her neck sent shivers throughout me, and I knew that my pussy wasn’t wet from just the water anymore. I knew his hard cock had to be pressing against her ass, especially from the way that Jenny moaned and pushed back against him wantonly. He responded by pushing his cock against her and I bit my lip, unable to take my eyes off my best friend and my Daddy. I wanted to see him fuck her, maybe as she licked my pussy, and I wanted it badly.

Jenny turned her head and whispered something to Mr. Hansen that I couldn’t hear. He laughed a bit before looking at me. “Come here, Claire,” he said. I stepped forward obediently. “Jenny, wrap your arms around her. Grab her ass.”

Jenny did as he said, her hands cupping my ass under the water, pulling me a bit closer to her. “Feel that, Jenny?” Mr. Hansen said. “That’s the kind of girl that gets fucked from behind. Not an ass like yours.”

Jenny moaned, and I could tell she was enjoying being talked to like that. Mr. Hansen pulled her arms away from me and I stepped back again. “Let’s go inside,” he said as he pulled away from her, turning to exit the pool. Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide and her tits heaving from her breathing.

“No wonder…” she whispered, grinning at me. She grabbed my hand and I grinned back as we got out of the pool, water dripping off our bodies as we stepped onto the patio and towards the house. I could feel the warmth between my legs and I wondered how long it would be before I had to have Mr. Hansen’s cock buried inside me again. Just the little bit of attention he’d paid to Jenny had my clit throbbing and I wanted to see more.

Mr. Hansen held the door open and Jenny stepped in front of me. I made to follow her, but Mr. Hansen stopped me. I looked up at him, confused. “Stay here,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

My mouth dropped open and I could see Jenny mirroring the same reaction inside the house before Mr. Hansen pushed her into the next room. I tried to open the door but he had locked it. I ran off the patio and to the window of the next room, stepping into the flowerbed and onto a rock so I could pound on the glass. “Not fair!” I cried out angrily. This was not part of sharing. Sharing included both me and Jenny, not just Jenny by herself with Mr. Hansen. I could feel my face flushing as I tried to peer into the room.

Mr. Hansen came to the window, opening the screen slightly. “Just wait, Claire,” he said, and he smiled a bit. “Trust me.”