I sincerely hope you enjoyed the first chapter and will enjoy this next one, as well. Fair warning, this chapter doesn't contain any sex scenes. As I was writing, the story kept wanting to be more about the main character and his evolution, growth, and change. This series will, in fact, have more sex, but I wanted to let you know up-front that this chapter doesn't, in case you want to skip it.
For those of you who decide to read it, thank you. I really enjoy writing erotica, but I feel this story really wants to be about more than just sex. So for those of you willing to follow Mr. Crowley on this journey, thank you.
Chapter Two: Realizations
Chelsea finished swallowing down my load and then licked and sucked my cock and crotch clean. Groaning softly as she swallowed the last of my errant come, she rolled over and stretched a small hand out and softly stroked my thigh.
I just sat there and watched her for a few minutes, then lay down next to her on the bed and slid my arm across her stomach, pulling her into a cuddle. She smiled broadly and scootched a little closer. We lay there in comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes or so. For once my mind was a complete blank, not a thought running through my head. It'd been a very long time since my mind had been this quiet and I just lay there and enjoyed it. That, and the warm, soft, sexy body next to me.
Finally, Chelsea turned over, nuzzling into my neck and kissed it softly. "I'd better go back downstairs.I'm gonna get enough shit for this from the girls in the first place, but if I sleep here, they'll never let it go."
Unfortunately, her words turned my brain back on.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck were you thinking, asshole?
Chelsea must have sensed my mood shift, or maybe I stiffened up. I don't know.
But she sat up and gazed at me in some concern. "Mr. Crowley? Mr. Crowley, sir? What's the matter?"
I held up my index finger in a "wait a minute" gesture, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, let it out. Then another. Let it out. I forced myself to relax. Physically, at least. I opened my eyes and smiled slightly at the sweet, naked, well-fucked young girl next to me.
"Nothing, sweetie. Just...it's been a long time since...well...since I've done anything like that. I guess the reality of it just caught up with me. Took me by surprise."
Hopefully she'll buy that. She doesn't need me to unload any of my shit onto her.
Chelsea nodded slowly, her green eyes never leaving my face. "First time since Mrs. Crowley passed?"
I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Chelsea leaned down and kissed me very tenderly on the forehead. "Mr. Crowley, I'm sorry. I didn't think about how this might affect you. I was just...we'd had a bit to drink and I've had a crush on you for years, and since a couple of months ago when I accidentaly groped you...I know you might not believe it after tonight, but it actually
was
an accident. I totally did
not
mean to grab you when I slipped by the pool...But since that day, the feeling of you in my hand never went away. I've been
aching
to do more than accidentally grab you. And tonight, with all us girls teasing you, and working each other up a little, I just...I was selfish and attacked you. I'm really sorry. I didn't think about the fact that I was taking advantage of you, and that you might not be ready. But, for what it's worth, you are the
most
amazing man
ever
. I'd really love to do this again. You have
no
clue just how much I want this again. But I know you're going to need time to process."
She sat up a little straighter, the amazing sight of her very large delectable breasts doing their "I'm young and defying gravity" thing barely even impinging on my awareness as her words flowed over me.
She reached over and took my hand, holding it softly. Observing me, watching my expression change, seeing my eyes take on that sparkle of unshed tears. She nodded slightly, perhaps unconsciously.
"Pretty soon what we just did is really going to hit you. You're going to feel guilt. Like you've betrayed Mrs. Crowley. Meg. You're going to agonize that not only have you been unfaithful to her, you were unfaithful to her with your daughter's best friend. You'll feel that the indignity of your infidelity is compounded by the insult of sex with a girl who's literally half your age. All that is natural. And as long as you don't start obsessing over it, it's not even unhealthy. Allow yourself to feel what you feel. Just try and remember that we're both consenting adults. I came to you. You didn't seduce me, or drug me, or manipulate me. I forced the issue by taking your cock into my mouth while you were sleeping. This is all on me. Hate me if you need to." Seeing me shake my head she continued rapidly. "If you wind up hating me, or even just mad at me, it's fine. I took advantage of you. That wasn't my intent, but I was horny and selfish. I hope you can forgive me."
I gently pulled her in for a hug and just held her close for an endless moment. "You're right. I need to process. But...thank you. For everything. And I don't hate you. I'm not mad at you. Doubt I will be. We'll just have to see, I guess. I'm just, I don't know, worried, I guess. What are the girls going to think? I mean, I'm practically an old man. They're-"
She sat up and put a finger over my lips. "Shhh. They're not going to think any less of you. They're going to give me shit, because that's how we are, but I guarantee they're down there giggling at the noise we were making, and sincerely happy for you. There's more than one wet pussy down there right now, too, probably some fingers slipping and sliding around inside themselves or someone else. And there's probably some envy. Because you're so very, very sexy, Mr. Crowley. I know there's at least one girl down there wishing she were up here with you. You'll have to figure out who it is for yourself." A quick wink and a saucy grin flashed my way.
"Nikki and I will make sure the girls don't bother you tonight. Do what you need to do and process all this."
She leaned forward and hesitantly kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, gently, but with feeling.
Smiling, she stood and stared at me for a moment. "You'll be ok, Mr. Crowley. Just remember that nothing 'wrong' or 'immoral' or 'bad' happened here. Two adults having a good time. A
very
good time." Another quick wink.
"Good night, Mr. Crowley. And thank you."
The door closed softly behind her and the room was silent again. I could hear her tread lightly down the stairs, the fifth stair down creaking as she stepped on it, the refrigerator spinning up and humming, the A/C shutting off, the tick-tock of the grandfather clock that had been in my family for eight generations and crossed the Atlantic with my great-great-great-grandfather when he immigrated from Denmark. I could hear the soft whispers of a couple of the girls and the rustle of a sleeping bag.
And I could hear myself screaming inside my head.
Miserable, worthless, shitstain! She'd been drinking and you took advantage of her. What the fuck were you thinking? You cheating bastard! Pathetic worm! Foul and crusty botch of nature! You disgusting piece of filth.
I crawled under my sheets, buried my face into the mattress, pillow over my head, and screamed silently. Huge, painful, wrenching sobs wracked my entire body.
I don't know how long that went on. An eternity? Eventually I ran out of tears, if not self-disgust. I lay quietly, my breath hitching and body occasionally shuddering. I was so wrapped up in my misery I didn't hear my door open.
I only knew I wasn't alone when I heard Nikki breathe, "Oh, Daddy." She lay down next to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "It'll be ok, Daddy. I promise." She kissed my shoulder again and held me tight.
Some timeless later I felt her ease herself off the bed, whisper, "I love you so much, Daddy. We'll talk later. Rest." She pulled the pillow off my head, ran her fingers through my hair, kissed my cheek, and disappeared.
* * *
I think I finally fell asleep around dawn. Passed out is a more apt description. The next thing I remember is a scream followed by a loud splash, raucous laughter, and then some cussing.
Glancing at the clock I noticed it was around noon. My body was stiff and sore and my heart still ached. My head still wallowed in black thoughts of betrayal and disgust.
I stood up and walked toward the shower when there came a soft knock at my door, followed by its opening. Scrambling, I managed to grab a sheet and toss it around my waist as Chelsea came into the room with a soft, "Mr. Crowley?"
I chuckled nervously as she took in my state of
dishabile
and my embarrassed expression. She blushed rather charmingly, quickly spun around and cried, "I'm so sorry!"
Laughing a little more naturally I sat down on the bed, still covering myself. "It's ok, Chelsea. You can come in. It's not like you haven't seen everything anyway."
Her blush actually deepened a little as she turned back around to face me. She stuck her tongue out at me and a cheeky grin flashed across her face. "I wouldn't mind seeing it again." Then her expression shifted to one of concern. "I really just wanted to see how you were doing." Her eyes bored in on my face, noticed my tear-tracked cheeks, and nodded to herself. "If you'd like to talk, I'm available. If you'd like me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Whatever you need."
I motioned for her to sit next to me. She made herself comfortable a respectable distance away and sat waiting for me to talk.
"I..." Deep breath. Let it out. Fake smile.
Try again, asshole.
"I'm going to assume that you're as observant as I think you are and not insult your intelligence. I had a rough night. After." I shrugged. "Pretty much everything you said would happen, happened. And I'm a confused mass of jumbled emotions. Hell, I don't know what to think, or even if I
can
think coherently. I'm a mess. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. You said you'd been drinking. I...I should have stopped what we were doing. That was incredibly unfair of me. And I think you should maybe avoid me for awhile because while most of me hates me for what I did, there's at least a part of me that wants to do it again."
Chelsea, such a wonderful girl, smiled brilliantly at me, reached a hand up and caressed my scratchy cheek. "Mr. Crowley. I told you last night, this was on me. Let me ask you, and please be as objective as possible: Did you, in your sleep, somehow make me climb into your bed and take you into my mouth?"
"Of course not."
"And did you, after pulling me off you, somehow make me beg you to make love to me?"
I opened my mouth to speak, then stopped a moment. "Uh, no?" I shook my head, "But I shouldn't have-"
"Mr. Crowley? I
begged
you to do exactly what we did last night. That was all me. You didn't instigate. You didn't manipulate. You didn't overpower me or
make
me do anything...except ask you to take me. Which I did. Willingly. Happily." She leaned closer, capturing my gaze with hers. "Now listen carefully. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong."
I nodded slowly, unsurely.
