The Dandelion Chronicles Ch. 07-09

Chapter 7

The four of us spent some time together playing in the living room before Arthur took the kids up to their rooms for their bedtime rituals. He didn't ask me to join them, but I wasn't offended. I knew if I were there, Adeline and Tommy wouldn't settle the way they needed to for a good night's sleep.

While he was doing that, I walked to the kitchen and cleaned up the table; packing away the leftovers in some storage containers I found after searching through several cupboards. I wiped down the table and loaded the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Once I was satisfied, I moved the cherry pie from the counter to the table.

I added two small dessert plates that I located, along with a knife and two forks. I lucked out and discovered a can or Redi-Whip in the refrigerator and shook it. The can was still pretty full and I checked the expiration; there were still two months left, so I carried it to the table.

It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before Mr. Matthews walked into the kitchen. His hair was a little disheveled, which only reinforced his position as a father; it also made him sexy as fuck. I smiled and looked from him to the open chair I had prepared for him next to me.

"I almost forgot about the pie," he said as he sat down in the chair.

"I can't believe you forgot about my pie already," I said as I sniffed like I was on the verge of tears.

Arthur saw right through my charade, but decided to play along. He reached out and put his hand over mine in a consoling fashion, but there was no consoling that happened. The warmth of his hand sent a sexual heat through my body that settled between my legs.

"I could never forget your Uncle Mike's pie," he said with a smile and a laugh.

"Okay smart-ass," I laughed with him. "How big of a piece do you want?"

"Are you having pie also?" He asked while pulling his hand back.

"Of course I'm having pie," I said, while picking up the can of Redi-Whip. "And I'm going to cover it with some of this." I tipped the can upside down and held it over my open mouth. I met his gaze as he watched me with curiosity. After a long second, I pushed the nozzle to the side and a thick stream of creamy goodness flowed into my mouth.

"Do you always have the topping first?" Arthur asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" I countered, knowing full well that most people waited to have it on their dessert. "Do you want some?" I set the can on the table and slid it in his direction before he could answer.

"Aren't you going to put some in my mouth first?" Arthur asked, sliding the cool can back towards me.

I loved the playfulness he was showing, and wondered if he had already made a decision on me being the house nanny. "How about I sit on your face and then you can put something special in your mouth?" Is what I thought, but there was no chance I was saying that out loud; at least not at this moment.

Arthur was smiling from ear to ear, knowing the ball was in my court, as they say. I stood up and scooped up the can. He was sitting close, but I still had to take two steps to stand next to him. To his credit, he sat relatively still, but I could see that his pulse was racing and he was staking quick shallow breaths. Either he was scared shitless or he needed a well overdue blow job; I was betting on the latter.

Initially I thought about sitting on his lap, but that seemed too slutty for the moment. I'm sure I could have gotten away with it, but I needed this job more than anything and I didn't want my tits to get in the way with that. Now, if my tits managed to help me get the job, I couldn't help that.

I stepped behind his chair and put my hand in his hair, gripping softly and pulling his head back until he was staring at the ceiling. I gave the can several shakes and smiled down at him. Poor Arthur didn't have any idea what was happening to him; or maybe he did? Maybe he was playing me all along and the reason his wife passed away was because he was a killer and managed to conceal his crime.

"Open up," I whispered.

He complied immediately and I looked into his eyes, searching for what kind of man Arthur really was. I didn't detect anything nefarious, only trust and loneliness. I pushed the nozzle and filled his mouth, swirling it around at the end like I was topping an ice cream sundae.

The warmth of his mouth started to melt the whipped cream while his tongue worked to get the extra into his mouth. When he was satisfied that he had it all in, he closed his mouth and swallowed. Unfortunately, he didn't get it all, and a small amount began to drip down his cheek.

My mind raced on what I could do to wipe it before it dripped down his neck. I could certainly lick it off his face, but then I should have just sat on his lap in the first place. Other options flashed through my mind until I decided to just use my shirt.

"Hang on," I said. "I got it."

He sat still as I let go of his hair and set the can on the table, before pulling my t-shirt out of my blue jeans. In my hurry to pull it out enough to wipe Arthur's face, I might have lifted it up so he could get a glance at my white laced bra with his peripheral vision. I'm not sure what kind of view he got, but I could see his eyes flash in the direction of my breasts during his split-second opportunity.

The whipped cream had dripped down to his jaw line and was threatening to run down his neck, but I pulled on the bottom of my shirt and wiped it quickly off. When I was finished, I moved back to my chair and sat down like the innocent girl I was.

"You didn't have to do that," Arthur said. "Now your shirt is dirty and it's my fault."

"It's my fault for putting too much in your mouth," I said. "I hope that doesn't get me a punishment of some kind."

I'm not sure where the disconnect was from my brain to my mouth, but I listened to the words leave my mouth and was horrified!

Arthur looked at me with a look that was a jumble of shock, surprise, excitement and desire.

"Daddy says that if you do something bad," Adeline said from where she stood at the edge of the hallway. Arthur and I both turned to look at her as she rubbed her eyes.

"Well, he says that you might get a spanking," she finished her thought. "Daddy, are you going to give Dandelion a spanking?"

Chapter 8

"Well Arthur," I turned to him with the hint of a smile on my lips. "Are you going to give me a spanking?"

Adeline looked at him with eyes that had fear for me that I might get a spanking, which I could tell she thought was overkill for anything I might have done. I looked at him with promises of a night of pleasure he would never forget. He switched between us as his mind worked furiously to assure Adeline that no spanking was in my future, but still let me know that he would like nothing more than to give my ass a few slaps with his hand.

"I think," Arthur said, his voice cracking as he tried desperately to control his emotions. "Maybe Dandelion should get another form of punishment."

"Yes," she said, the concern on her face melting away. "I think that maybe she doesn't get dessert tonight, and if she's a good girl she can have double tomorrow."

"I'm not sure if Dandelion is coming back tomorrow," Arthur said, then looked at me like it was somehow my decision. "Do you want her to come back tomorrow?"

Adeline started walking towards Arthur, her face lighting up with excitement at being included in the conversation with adults at a time when she should be asleep in bed. All while she walked to him, she looked at me like I was a shining light in the darkness. Not a darkness involving abuse or something dark, but the kind of darkness that can develop after the loss of a parent.

The surviving spouse will often go into a state of despair, especially when kids are involved as they have no clear path in how to continue their lives without interrupting things too much. That uncertainty and sorrow at the loss of their partner creates a fog in the house that kids have a difficult time navigating; Adeline was clearly hoping that I was the one to push back the darkness and stabilize things.

"Yes Daddy," Adeline said as she walked right past her dad and into my open arms. I picked her up and gave her a big hug. "I want her to come back tomorrow to eat spaghetti."

Arthur's laughter filled the kitchen and wrapped my body in a blanket of security and desire to make this my home, one way or the other.

"But we had spaghetti tonight," he said to her. "I don't think Dandelion wants spaghetti two nights in a row, but first we have to ask her if she wants to come back tomorrow."

Adeline didn't wait for her dad to give her permission. She turned to me with her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the raw emotion before she said another word. "Do you want to come back tomorrow to play and eat sketti?"

I looked from Adeline to Arthur and he mouthed the word 'please'. I wanted to sit on his lap so the three of us could share one big hug, but I wasn't yet on the payroll.

"Okay," I said, twirling her in a circle. "I will come back tomorrow to play and eat more sketti."

Adeling shrieked with laughter and excitement, which could have been from my answer or the spinning. I don't think having more spaghetti on the menu would cause such excitement, but maybe that was at the top of her list?

I spun around several times while holding her tight until I slowed and finally stopped. "I will come back tomorrow, if you promise to go to bed and get some sleep. Your daddy will tuck you in," I said as I handed her off to Arthur.

"Okay!" Adeline shouted. "Let's go daddy, Dandelion said I have to go to bed. Give her a kiss and tell her good-bye."

I'm not sure if Adeline knew what kind of situations she was putting her daddy into, but I was enjoying the whole thing; especially watching Arthur squirm under his daughter's requests. Arthur stood up and Adeline's face lit up in excitement. He took a step towards me and my heart was beating so hard I was sure that he could hear the sound of it.

He leaned down and I turned my head so Adeline could kiss my cheek, leaving no place else for Arthur to kiss me but on the lips. He hesitated only briefly, then his lips brushed against mine. I could feel Adeline pull back and Arthur soon followed.

Even though the kiss was just a moment in time, the warmth of his lips made my body hum with sexual energy. I wanted another kiss. I wanted Arthur to kiss my neck and work his way down my body. I wanted to feel his hands on my naked body. I wanted to let Arthur have his way with me. I wanted Mr. Matthews to fuck me until his cock was spent and I couldn't coax his penis into another erection.

"Good night Dandelion," Adeline said.

I reached out with my hand and let my fingertips touch Arthur's. I could see in his eyes that he wanted the same thing I wanted, but there was also fear; which only made me want to stay and not leave. I wanted to tuck Adeline into bed and then crawl into Mr. Matthew's bed and hold him in my arms.

"Good night Adeline," I said. "Good night Arthur."

He opened his mouth, but it took several seconds before any words came out. He moved his fingers and squeezed my hand. "Good night Dandelion," he said and winked. "Make sure you check your phone."

He walked out of the kitchen with Adeline looking at me over his shoulder and waving. I smiled and waved back until they walked out of sight. Once they were gone, I felt alone. As warm I was feeling when Arthur's lips touched mine, now it felt like I got subjected to the ice-bucket challenge.

She looked at the cherry pie, waiting to get put in someone's mouth, the same way she was waiting to have parts of her in Arthur's mouth. Dandelion didn't know if she was supposed to clean up before she left or leave it for him. Would it be weird for her to take a piece with her to have in the seclusion of her car?

Before she had to make a decision, her phone buzzed. She looked to see who might be bugging her, probably her parents wondering when she was coming home again. She didn't need that kind of stress, but the text wasn't from her parents, it was from Arthur.

Arthur: DON'T LEAVE!

The warmth of sexual tension filled my body and tightened several specific parts. I smiled as I tapped out a response, but then changed it. Originally I typed 'I wasn't thinking of it. I'm not leaving until you decide if I'm the right person for the job or not', but decided I needed to nix the job part.

Me: I wasn't thinking of it. I'm not leaving until you decide if I'm the right person or not.

I knew I was the right person; I just needed Arthur to decide I was also. We could play at the nanny thing, but I was surprised how quickly the plan of a warm place to sleep changed into something much more substantial.

Arthur: I want to see your face when I taste your pie.

OH SHIT!

Arthur was playing at my own game. Was he really talking about licking

my pussy? What a sly fucking dog! I giggled to myself at his bold text, which could easily be explained away with the cherry pie sitting on the table. I thought about what I could say about pie that could also be my pussy, but the thought of Arthur's face between my legs was making it difficult.

I wasn't able to think of a clever response before Mr. Matthews walked back into the room.

"Now where were we," he said.

"You were going to taste my pie," I purred.

Chapter 9

As soon as Arthur entered the room, I could feel the sexual tension return and my pulse quickened. He took his spot in the open chair next to mine and I waited for him to get settled.

"Adeline asked if you were staying over tonight," he said with a nervous laugh.

I wondered if there were other women that had a sleep over with Mr. Matthews, and I was going to be just another statistic. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that invited a lot of people into his home, especially with his kids. The last thing he probably wanted was his kids to get attached to someone just because he was looking for a piece of ass.

"I'm not sure if that would help or hurt my job application," she said. "I think if HR found out that you invited me to a sleep-over, you could find yourself in deep water."

"First off, I didn't invite you for anything," he said. "I just relayed a concern a resident had in relation to your well-being."

"My well-being?" I smiled, putting my fingertips on my chest. "Tell me about her concerns."

"For some reason, she thinks you need a safe place to sleep," Arthur said. "I'm not sure why she thinks that, but you're welcome to stay overnight if you would like to.

There's a guest bedroom you could stay in."

I couldn't believe my ears. Arthur was offering me a place to stay, and I didn't even have to sleep with him. I wondered if Adeline actually asked or if he was just using her as a way to ask me to stay over. I decided to test him.

"I would consider it," I answered, picking up the knife and cutting the cherry pie.

"But I don't have a change of clothes or any toiletries."

"I can't help you with toiletries, but I'm sure I have a clean shirt you could sleep in," he answered.

I waited for an explanation about other wardrobe choices, but apparently Arthur considered a shirt the perfect sleeping attire. I wondered what he wore to bed.

Was he a pajama guy, or a t-shirt and underwear sleeper. Maybe he was just wearing underwear or quite possibly a nudist when it came to sleeping. I didn't think he was the latter, because he had small kids, and no parent wants to fumble around looking for underwear if their kid is calling for help to use the potty.

"Let's discuss the job first," I said, because I needed the answer. If the answer was a no, I was still considering fucking Mr. Matthews, but getting the job would make it the perfect celebration. I put a piece of pie on a small plate and topped it with whipped cream before sliding it over to him.

"I guess there are some things I would need to know," Arthur said, his voice turning more businesslike. "Are you thinking just during the day or a 24/7 nanny?"

Fuck yeah, he was already thinking that 24/7 was an option. I tried to contain my excitement by serving myself a piece of pie and whipped cream. I used my fork to break off a bite of pie and lift it to my mouth. Arthur watched the pie come closer to my mouth; even opening his mouth slightly in subconscious assistance. I made sure to get a bit of pie on my top lip, and then slide the fork slowly out.

Mr. Matthews was watching my mouth like he was hypnotized. I chewed the pie and then ran the tip of my tongue over my lips to clean it off. I watched as he mimicked me by licking his lips; he had no idea he was doing it, but at that point I knew he was mine.

"I could do either," I said, opting to play it slow and let him make the choice. Men always liked being the ones to decide, and by letting him do it he was more invested in the result.

"The money would be the same either way," he said, probably testing me to see if it was all about the Benjamins or not. He ate a piece of pie to tell me it was my turn to talk.

Luckily for me, I had played out all the scenarios in my head already. By making the position 24/7, I would be getting free room and board, unless he started charging me for food. Even if that was the case, I still wouldn't have to pay for things like utilities or internet access. There was one more thing I needed to bring up, and there wasn't any better time than now.

"That's totally understandable Arthur," I said as I put another bite into my mouth. "I think the 24/7 option is better for the kids, which also allows you not to disrupt any extra-curricular activities you have outside the house."

"What might those be?" Arthur asked.

"I'm sure you have plenty of ladies hitting on you," I said, looking him up-and-down and nodding. "So having someone here 24/7 gives you the freedom to explore those offers."

Mr. Matthews didn't immediately answer. He put a bite of pie in his mouth to give him time to think. Just before he swallowed, I could see he made the connection at what I was implying and his mind raced to find the appropriate answer.

"Dandelion," he said as he leaned forward. "Having you in the house 24/7 would not impact my romantic escapades outside the house." He took a deep breath before continuing, apparently deciding on whether to speak the next sentence out loud. "Since my wife died, I haven't been intimate with anyone."

The sadness in his voice almost made me cry. This poor man lost the love of his life and the mother of his children with no one on the horizon to help him ease the pain. I set my fork down, walked the step to him and set his fork down for him. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around him. I might have several angles on why I wanted to be the nanny, but none of them got in the way of some fucking human decency. It took him a second to hug me back, but when he did, he hugged me like he was afraid I would disappear into thin air.

"I'm very sorry for yours, Adeline's and Tommy's loss," I whispered while fighting back my own tears. "I'm sure she was an amazing woman."

Mr. Matthews put his head on my shoulder and quietly sobbed. I couldn't imagine the grief he was going through, but I resolved that I was going to make it better one way or the other. I let him work through his emotions while I held him tight.

The moment stretched into minutes and I felt closer to Arthur than I had to any of my past boyfriends. There was nothing sexual in our hug, just warmth and support and closeness. I don't know how else to describe it, but it was one of the most powerful moments in my short life. Several minutes later his grip lessened and he broke our embrace.

"I'm sorry Dandelion," he said, his voice shaky. He wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms and looked away embarrassed.

"Arthur," I answered as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Why don't you tell me about her."

For the next several hours, we sat at the table while he talked about his wife. We ate pie and laughed and cried and with each story, I found out more and more about my future employer. I asked questions about things she did with the kids and special food she cooked. If I was going to be the nanny, there was no reason that I couldn't continue some small acts of kindness by doing things to help the kids remember her.

It was 1:52am when I looked at the clock on the stove and realized I totally lost track of time.

"Oh my god," I said. "It's almost 2 o'clock, you need to get some sleep to be able to get to work tomorrow."

The shocked look on Mr. Matthew's face told me he had also lost track of time.

"It's okay," he said. "I'll just use a personal day tomorrow, but let's get that room

ready for you to get some sleep."

"I didn't say I was staying over," I said.

"There's not a gentleman in the world that would let a beautiful young woman drive home at this hour," he said. "So, you have no choice but to stay over. You can sneak out in the morning after I drop the kids at day care if you want, or whenever you have to leave for class."

"Are you telling me that if I was less attractive you would kick me to the curb and lock the door behind me?" I asked, feigning offense and not doing a very good job of keeping a smile off my face.

"That's exactly right," he exclaimed with a laugh. "I have to protect your beauty for your boyfriend. I wouldn't want him showing up one day with a baseball bat and an anger issue."

"You don't have to worry about that," I said smiling. "I don't have a boyfriend."

"What about a girlfriend?" Arthur asked.

"If I do, can she come over and stay too?" I asked.

Mr. Matthews narrowed his eyes, thinking about the proper response. "Yes she can, but no sex in the living room until the kids are in bed."

"What if you're in the living room?" I asked. I could feel the flirtatious spark return to the room and wondered how much he was going to push it.

"As long as you let me watch ESPN, the two of you can do whatever you want," he said with a bored look on his face.

"What if we want you to join in?" I asked.