Becoming Ms Morgan Pt 04

Rachel hurried down the stairs; ten minutes late, as usual. She raced into the kitchen to grab a banana when her mother's voice stopped her cold.

"Rachel, do you have anything you want to tell me?" She stood in the corner of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest. She was in her tennis outfit. A light blue sleeveless top and a short pleated white skirt. She was tall, unlike Rachel, and her brunette hair, tied back in a long ponytail, laid over her shoulder. The country club look fit her, and no one would believe she was 43. Her mom was beautiful, athletic, and intolerant of Rachel's shit.

"What do you mean, mommy?" Rachel heard a chuckle from the kitchen table. Her brother Jonathan had a large plate of breakfast and he grinned on one side of his mouth.

"If she says, 'mommy' we know she was up to something," he said before shoving half a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Shut up, Jonathon. Go back to college. You don't live here," Rachel said, her cheeks reddening.

"This isn't about Jonathon, so try again," her mom said. "Anything you want to tell me about the weekend?"

Sure, I drank dad's alcohol, made out with a girl in a dressing room. Emily shaved my pussy just before she made me cum for the first time. Oh, and we practiced blowjobs with your obscenely large dildo you keep by the bed.

If she was lucky, she'd only have to confess to one of those things and not the others. "I hung out with Emily and went shopping."

Jonathon laughed. "I'm telling you that Emily is a bad influence. I can't believe she hasn't run off with the circus yet."

"Shut up, Jonathon!" they said in unison.

Ms. Cartwright cocked her eyebrows and waited, but Rachel remained silent so nothing could be used against her in court. Her mother finally spoke, breaking the tension. "Shopping? I would say 384 dollars at a lingerie store is quite a bit of shopping. Do you mind explaining that?"

Thank you, Jesus. She wasn't in trouble. It was just money stuff.

Rachel crossed her arms and pouted her best pout. "I needed new things and there is nothing wrong with that since I've worn the same two bras for the last year, and they were too small."

"TMI," her brother said while slurping on his coffee.

"Then leave the fucking room, perv," Rachel yelled.

Everyone stopped. Rachel didn't cuss like that; at least, not in front of her family. Her mother uncrossed her arms and looked at her, mouth agape. "Rachel Melissa Cartwright. I never want to hear that word come out of your mouth again. Just who do you think you are?"

Even Jonathan kept his mouth shut as Rachel lowered her head. "Sorry mom. I won't do it again." She didn't need to look up to know her mom was standing near her. Her perfume filled her nose, and she could sense her mother's closeness. Rachel raised her head enough to glimpse her tennis shoes. "Your shoes are cute, mom."

Her mother huffed. "Thank you and stop changing the subject. You know I don't mind you shopping, but you need permission for a purchase that big, young lady."

Rachel raised her head and looked at her mom. "But it wasn't real money. I used the credit card," Rachel protested.

Jonathon laughed again. "Wow, just wow."

Beth Cartwright rubbed her temples and looked down at her daughter. "Rachel. Credit cards are real money, and you spent a lot of real money. Please be more careful. Now, did you get what you needed? I didn't realize your bras were too small."

"What the fuck? Are you serious? That's all that happens to her? You would have grounded me for a year." Jonathan ducked out of the way as a ladle flew by his head and hit the wall behind him.

Beth turned her attention to him. "Language! Who do you think you are? Both of you need to learn some manners. You're lucky your dad didn't hear you talk to me like that, young man. Unfuckingbelievable." She walked back to the other side of the kitchen to get her coffee.

Rachel glanced at Jonathan as he was getting back in his chair. They both laughed, but kept it quick so their mom wouldn't hear. Rachel inched towards the door. "I'm late for work. May I go now, please?"

"Yes, and remember how much responsibility Lawerence and Laci are trusting you with. Don't go over there and play around."

"I don't play around. I work hard. Ask Mr. Morgan."

"Aren't you late?"

"Shut up, Jonathan!" They both said again.

Rachel ran out of the house before her mom could lecture her more. She discovered nothing about this weekend; the shopping thing was silly. She heard her dad say that the credit card had cash back on it. That must mean that whatever Rachel spent came back in cash to her dad, or something like that. It didn't matter. What mattered was her plan for the evening. For the last two days, she'd snuck into her mom's room to practice with the dildo. She was getting better. Although she couldn't fit it all in her mouth, she got more of it each time. She texted Bo:

Rachel: Hey you; remember me. Your girlfriend you haven't talked to in three days.

She didn't figure he was up yet, but her plan was for a date tonight if he texted back. And he would. Rachel knew their relationship was over, but she wasn't upset about it. She just didn't want to deal with the fallout when he finally broke up with her. Their families were close friends, but he wouldn't keep a hometown girlfriend, not with him playing baseball. That would be his life. She heard her dad and Mr. Morgan say he could play in the pros. That left little room for her, and she knew it.

As she unlocked the gate, her phone beeped.

Bo: Of course I remember you. I've been busy. What's up?

Busy? Whatever.

He did text back fast, though.

Rachel: Want to go to a movie tonight?

Bo: Sure, with your parents?

Rachel: No, mom said I'm 18 so I can go by myself now. Dad wasn't happy, but so what. 7:00, I'll meet you there.

Bo: OK, love you.

Rachel: Love you.

She stuffed the phone in her purse and went into the office. This was the first time she'd been back since her time with Mr. Morgan. She would only work Wednesdays and Thursdays while they were gone. Walking in, she glanced at her chair and smiled when she remembered what they did there together. After flipping on the lights, she took in the room's smell. It smelled like him. The hint of a cigar in the air. Leather and old books. She smiled as she nestled into her chair and checked her emails. Sure enough, the first was from Mr. Morgan:

Rachel,

I hope things are going well. I sent you a package. It should be by the front door. It is very expensive, so I need you to get it now. There is a new iPhone in there. You will take it to the mall and get it set up on my phone plan. I called ahead and arranged everything. You'll ask for Kate at the phone store. Also, take the black Mercedes and pick up our dry cleaning. You can use the car while we are away. See you soon.

Mr. Morgan

Rachel beamed. An expensive gift. The email was professional, which she expected. Their relationship was a secret. She ran out the door, through the pool area, and into the house. Juniper meowed, probably thinking it was time to eat, but Rachel ignored her as she sprinted to the door. The package was sitting on the porch. Quickly taking it inside, she ran to the kitchen and opened it. The cat jumped up, but she shooed her away before pulling out the iPhone. The newest model. Nice. Now she had a phone not connected to her parents. The large package had more. Excited, she pulled out a flat box to find a new computer. Her own laptop. She was officially part of the Morgans' team now. Her own business phone and laptop.

She sat the laptop on the counter and rummaged through the box to find a smaller package. It was wrapped like a present. Pink paper with white ribbon. This one looked special. She tore the paper off and opened the pink box to find several pairs of panties and a note.

Dear Rachel,

This is part of our secret. I look forward to making more secrets with you. Put on a pair of these and send a picture to my new number. It's a special number only you have. Show me what I'm missing by being away.

Mr. Morgan

The note fell from her shaking hand and her heart beat so loudly she could hear it in the empty house. The panties were expensive. Satin. Lace. Several pairs all different colors. The soft fabric melted against her fingers and a swirl of emotions spread through her. Which pair would she choose? Her eyes landed on a purple pair. She quickly shoved the boxes over and stripped in the kitchen. He didn't tell her where she should take the picture, so that spot was as good as any. Juniper ran through the packing paper, swatting and playing, as Rachel unclasped her new bra and shimmied out of her panties. The pair she had on were cute, but she had instructions from Mr. Morgan.

Naked, she pulled the purple pair out, slid them up her legs and over her newly shaved pussy. They were tight and fit low on her hips. She ran her hand over her ass and quickly imagined it was him touching her. She felt amazing. Alone in Mr. Morgan's house, she smiled at her new adventurous side and quickly grabbed her phone for selfie. She sent it to the new number and waited. Those few brief minutes were hours to her, but he responded.

Mr. Morgan: Amazing, Rachel. I expected you would contact me early. Please message me on the new phone only. Do you like your presents?

Rachel: Yes Yes Yes! They are so pretty. I will wear them for you. When can I see you? I won't text from this phone anymore.

Mr. Morgan: I'll be home soon. Now, make sure you take the small box with you and dispose of it. Leave the others by the trash. Understood?

Rachel: Understood Mr. Morgan.

Mr. Morgan: Good girl. Activate your phone today, as you were told. I have to go. Remember to follow my instructions.

Rachel: Yes, sir.

She held her phone to her chest and did a happy dance around the kitchen, not caring about her bouncing tits and the mess of wrapping paper. He bought her a present. He must really like her.

Maybe you could practice being Ms. Morgan.

Rachel stopped dancing and almost covered herself. She hadn't heard from Ms. Morgan in days.

"What do you mean?" she asked the empty house.

I mean, practice laying in his bed. Surely he wouldn't mind.

Her skin prickled around her birthmarks. The idea of lying in his bed, smelling his scent around her. Quick breaths escaped as her pulse quickened. "Yes, Ms. Morgan." She walked gingerly from the kitchen, savoring the cold floor on her bare feet. The hardwood stairs creaked and the cool air in the house hardened her nipples. She didn't know which way to go, but she found the master bedroom easy enough.

With nothing on but her panties, Rachel stepped onto the carpeted floor of the large room. An enormous bed sat against one wall; the covers were unmade. She tiptoed around the bed and ran her fingers over the soft sheets. The walls were painted a light tannish yellow and several paintings adorned the walls. The room smelled like home. Her and Mr. Morgan's home.

The bathroom light was off, but it was larger than her mom's bathroom. She imagined showering with him. Sharing her life with him.

I wonder what she keeps in her nightstand.

Rachel could hear her own breathing as she walked around the bed to Laci's side. The hair ties and skin softening cream gave it away. Despite the cool house, her hands were sweating as she slid open the bottom drawer. She took a sharp breath. Instead of the large flesh toned dildo in her mother's drawer, a pink vibrator sat on a towel with a bottle of lube next to it. It was as if it was being presented to her. The toy was complicated. A two-pronged tongue sat above the curved shaft and a smaller shaft that looked to be a series of connected plastic balls was under it.

She didn't know if it was her or Ms. Morgan that picked it up, but it was her that pulled off her panties. She grabbed the lube, despite being wet already. Ms. Morgan spread her legs as Rachel laid back on the bed and turned on the toy. She jumped when the prongs slid over her clit, remembering Emily's finger rubbing hard circles over it. It swelled under the toy's vibrations. She could cum like this, but she wanted more.

"Go ahead, Ms. Morgan. Do it," she said to the empty room. A comforting warmth surrounded her as she bit her lip. A presence laid beside her; guided her. Somehow, her hand knew how to move, where to apply pressure, and a moan escaped her body as she slid the vibrator over her slick lips. She put a few drops of the lube on the shaft and tensed up. Waiting.

This is going to feel amazing.

Rachel's eyes opened wide when she pushed the pink vibrator in. As if she'd done it before, she pressed the button and the toy moved inside of her body as the bottom, beaded prong, vibrated against her asshole. Her world spun as she fucked herself. She didn't mask her pleasure as she pushed the vibrator deeper. With her head already spinning, she reached down with her other hand and guided the bottom prong to her asshole, wanting inside as well. The prong teased her, making her want it more. The lube was next to her, so she quickly poured too much on the prong. Gathering her courage, she ran her finger through the dripping lube and slid her finger between her ass cheeks, coating herself with the slick liquid.

"I want it. Do it."

Good girl.

The small, beaded prong pushed against her tight hole and the first one popped in, making her jump. Then the second. She held the vibrator, feeling the pulses from the prongs collide inside of her. Her eyes rolled in her head as the stimulation on her clit, the shaft in her pussy, and the smaller beaded shaft in her ass sent her over the edge. She shook and bucked as the toe numbing orgasm spread through her and her moans filled Mr. Morgan's room. It lasted a day, or an hour. Actually, it was shorter than that, but she lost the time until her body finally collapsed on the bed.

#

Rachel walked through the mall with her new phone. She spent the last few hours cleaning up the mess she made at Mr. Morgan's house and, considering she came all over Laci's toy, she figured taking a shower in their bathroom wasn't a big deal. She was sure the house looked the way she found it. After turning the corner of the Pretzel Palace, she resisted the urge to buy anything and made a beeline for the phone store. Mr. Morgan would be proud of her for taking care of this important business matter first.

As usual, the phone store was packed. Every associate seemed to be talking to three different customers and the high ceilings made a strange echoing sound, drowning out the mall traffic outside. Rachel walked around a table when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hello and welcome! Would you like an appointment?"

Rachel turned and a woman, a few years older than her, stood with her chin high, holding a computer tablet. She wore large glasses and her red lipstick and shoulder length dark brown hair made Rachel wonder if there was a costume contest somewhere, because she was staring at Velma from Scooby Doo. The tight red work shirt accented her full curves, and her jeans clung tightly to her hips. If she'd had an orange sweater, Rachel would have laughed. Instead, she smiled.

"I'm looking for Kate. I have an appointment."

The woman stared, and her mouth agape, in a look of disbelieve. She didn't respond, so Rachel almost repeated herself before she began. "Kate? Sure. One second. I'll get her. I mean, I am her. She. I'm she. I think her is right. I'm Kate. Not Katie or Katherine. Just Kate. What I mean is it isn't short for anything. You know, some people have nicknames like Samuel is Sam, and Michael is Mike. Not that there is anything wrong with nicknames. I just don't have one. My sister does. She has red hair like you. I wasn't looking at your hair. That's unprofessional. Not actually looking at it but saying it, maybe. Saying your hair is hot is unprofessional. Shit. I mean..."

Rachel laughed and covered her mouth. "Thank you. Just Kate. Can I call you that?"

She smiled and bounced a bit. "Sure, you can call me whatever you want. I mean. Just Kate is fine. You must be Rachel."

"Just Rachel," she said.

"Are there nicknames for Rachel? Rach? Ra? Like the God? It's an Egyptian god. I'm not saying you're a goddess. You're not. I mean, you look like one but, not that you're from Egypt, and there is nothing wrong with that. I swear."

Rachel didn't hide her laugh. "I like you, Just Kate. Can you help me with my phone, though?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm like the phone girl. I mean, I work here, right? Let's see it. I'm going to get this phone set up, and I'll show you everything. On the phone. Not everything; I mean everything phone related. Yea. I'm talking too much, and I sound ridiculous. I'm sorry. I'll get you someone else. Another Kate works here, but she goes by Katie. Not just Katie. That is a nickname for Katherine. I think. You can ask her. I'll be right back."

She turned away, but Rachel stopped her. "There is no way I want anyone else to help me but you." Rachel held her wrist. "Will you help me, Just Kate?"

"God yes," she whispered.

"I'm sorry?" Rachel asked, not sure she heard her.

"Oh, yes. I said yes. Let's see your phone."

After handing her the phone, Just Kate changed. The stammering girl became an instant master. Or an electronic artist. Rachel wasn't sure which was a better description. No stuttering or nerves, and she handled the phone like it was a delicate vase only she could hold. Her movements were precise, and she had the phone in the initial setup quickly as Rachel watched.

"This phone is nice. It's the top model. Is it for work?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, my boss got it for me." She continued to watch Kate work.

"Oh, wow. I wish I had a boss like that. 1200 dollars for a work phone is pretty sweet."

Rachel's eyes widened. "1200 dollars?"

"Was I supposed to say that? Maybe I wasn't. It isn't my business. I..."

"Stop. Don't get nervous again. Show me what the thing does."

Kate nodded and spent the next twenty minutes going over the features and snuck glances at Rachel as she worked through some of the standard apps and how to take good pictures. She was all work while she showed her. It seemed she was at home with the computers, but not people.

Tease her. She's infatuated with you.

The voice didn't scare her this time. She interrupted Kate. "You know so much about these. Do you know about laptops?"

Kate smiled. "Absolutely. I would totally show you what kind to get and what it's best for, and what not to waste money on, and then I could set it up and I can even do minor repairs, not that you'd need repairs on a new laptop, but if you did, then I could, well, you'd just take it back to the store since you are probably smart enough to get a warranty, I wouldn't need to fix it. Unless you wanted me too, and I'd do it and wouldn't charge you. Is your laptop broken?"

Rachel gently laid her hand on Kate's arm. "My boss gave me a laptop. Maybe you could show me how to use it, too?"

Just Kate stared into her eyes. Rachel never had someone look at her that way. "Sure, you have it with you?" She pushed her glasses up her nose with her other hand.

"Do you know who you look like when you do that, Kate? Push your glasses up?" Rachel squeezed her arm and reached up to move a swath of Kate's hair that had fallen in her face, behind her ear.

"Velma. You're going to say, Velma. I know. It's my look. On accident. Sort of. I dressed as Velma for Halloween. Not sexy Velma, though. I can do that. I don't have a short skirt for it, really. Not that I would wear that all the time, unless, you know, I was dating someone who liked it. Did I just say sexy Velma? I'm going to lose my job."