“Are you in a hurry to get home?” he asked her.
“No, sir,” she replied. “Why?”
Carl laughed under his breath. “Call me Mr. McKade, please. My father is Sir.” He smiled at her and patted her head as he walked past. “I’ve had a long night, Nikki. I’d really like to pour myself a drink and relax for a few minutes before I take you home.”
Carl made his way to the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet. Looking at Nikki, he grabbed another tumbler and motioned to her.
“You look like you could use one, too,” he said, shooting her his sexy smile.
“Well,” she hesitated, “it has been a long night. But, I’m only eighteen, Mr. McKade. I don’t think I should be drinking.”
“Oh hush,” he stopped her, setting her glass on the counter next to his. “It’s only one drink. You’ll be fine.”
Carl disappeared into the pantry and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured two glasses half-full and offered one to Nikki. She joined him in the kitchen, taking her drink and smiling.
“Thanks,” she said sweetly.
Carl watched her as she lifted the glass to her cute little mouth and caught a whiff of its contents. She buckled her brow and pursed her lips.
“Whew!” she cringed. “Smells strong.”
Nikki looked at Carl-who lifted his glass and sipped on his drink-and she reluctantly mirrored him. Trying not to spit back into her glass, she forced a smile as she swallowed her Jack Daniels.
“So,” Carl eased into conversation. “What grade are you in now, Nikki?”
She was disappointed he didn’t remember. After all, she had been babysitting for Mr. McKade for two years now.
“I’m a senior,” she reminded him. “I graduate next month.”
“That’s right,” he nodded, taking a second swig. “You’re almost grown up.”
Carl’s eyes fell to her pert breasts peeking out above her low-cut tank top. He licked the alcohol from his lips and sighed. It made Nikki nervous when he looked at her that way. This wasn’t the first the time. He had been staring at her longer lately; gazing into her eyes, watching her mouth when she talked, looking down at her perfect young tits. He made her heart race and her teenage panties warm when he did that. She just wished he would stop ogling over her and kiss her already.
“How long have you been working for me?” Carl asked. He always forgot. He was so busy.
“Two years,” she reminded him again, taking a sip of her awful drink. “Since your wife died.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Carl mumbled, swallowing his entire drink in one gulp.
Nikki realized she hit a sore spot. She set her drink down and placed her hand on Carl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know it’s been hard. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay,” he assured her, rubbing her hand. “We should probably call it a night.”
A deep sigh escaped Nikki’s lips. She was so close. Why did she have to say that? Nikki knew that though Carl never mentioned it, he was still grieving. He had never taken the time to heal from his wife’s death. He just buried himself in work, which is why she had practically been raising his kids for the past two years.
Nikki caressed Carl’s hand. “I’m really sorry, Mr. McKade.”
“It’s fine,” he reassured her. “Let’s just get you home.”
Carl let go of Nikki’s hand and walked over to the front door to get his coat. He couldn’t let Nikki see how much she had affected him. It wasn’t sadness over his wife’s death that he was feeling as she consoled him in the kitchen; instead, it was a deep sexual longing growing inside his pants. Her soft touch had aroused his cock and reignited a fire deep inside him. He tried to shake it off, but his trousers continued to tighten around his swelling erection.
“How much do I owe you?” he asked, reaching into his coat pocket still hanging near the door.
“Nothing,” Nikki whispered, a little too close.
Carl turned around to find Nikki standing right behind him, smiling sensually. The sight of her cute pink pout sent chills up his thighs. Oh, the things he would do to that sexy little mouth. She placed her hand on his shoulder again.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything, Mr. McKade.”
“Don’t be silly, Nikki,” he replied, thumbing through the wad of money in his hand. “How much?”
Nikki licked her lips and paused. Carl took notice and his cock swelled rock-hard.
“Put your money away, Mr. McKade,” she started.
“Carl — ” he interjected, shifting inside his trousers. “You can call me Carl.”
“Sure,” she giggled. “Look, Carl,” she nodded, smiling, “keep your money this evening. If you want to make it up to me some other time, then I’m sure we can work something out.”
Carl’s mind was racing. His huge erection was stealing all the blood from his brain and the only thing he could think about was bending her over the sofa and taking her ripe little teenage pussy right then and there.
Nikki looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She wanted it, too. He could tell. They exchanged a smile. Carl saw the hunger in her eyes, the yearning in her tiny pert tits, the come-hither lick across her lips. She was taunting him, teasing him. Carl put the money back in his coat pocket and grabbed his bulging erection through his trousers. Gripping it for Nikki to see, he made a suggestion.
“Whataya say I make it up to you right now?”
Nikki looked down and caught a glimpse of Carl’s huge cock, swollen and hard inside his pants. He held it in his hand, offering it to her. The sight of his excitement gave her the warm tingle between her thighs. Her panties soaked with anticipation.
“Mr. McKade,” she whispered devilishly, pulling him closer to her. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Carl rubbed the length of his shaft to show her just how big he was. The outline of his plump head pressed firmly against the fabric of his trousers, just below the button. She could see the strain in the fibers as his throbbing dick begged to be unleashed.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Carl asked.
Though Nikki had slept with a few teenage boys from her school, she had never been with a man. Not a real one. Mr. McKade was more than twenty years older than her. He was a man. He had hair on his chest and a huge cock in his hand. Nikki couldn’t wait to explore.
“They’ve all been boys,” she giggled coyly. “So far.”
Nikki’s lips were inches from Carl’s. She breathed deep, hoping he would kiss her. His breath was sweet with a lingering scent of Jack Daniels. Closer and closer, their bodies moved toward one another until Carl was thrusting his body against hers, shoving his erection between her thighs.
“Do you think you could handle a real man?” Carl inquired.
“The question is, could you handle me, Mr. McKade?” Nikki shot him a hungry stare. One that lasted a little too long.
Carl wasted no time snaking his hands all over Nikki’s tiny body, clinching her hips and pulling her in by her waist.
“The things I would do to you,” he whispered.
“Well, nobody’s stopping you, Carl,” she taunted.
Nikki looked him dead in the eye and challenged him to take her already. He paused for a moment, then kissed her with a passionate yearning, clawing at her top and pulling her tits out. Their tongues tangled hastily, each wanting from the other to fulfill a desperate desire and their forbidden fantasies.
Carl clenched her supple tits in his hands, rubbing his thick thumbs over her sensitive nipples as they hardened under his touch. Her body melted as he squeezed handfuls of her tender mounds passionately. She loved the way he took control and took what he wanted.
“Oh, yes, Carl,” she whimpered, arching her back and shoving her tits into his hands. “Show me how a real man does it.”
Carl groaned under his breath. She had challenged him again. His hands fell down to her ass as he gripped her hard and scooped her up.