Who Knew 16

It was Sunday November 22th, 2015 and I had taken my nine-year-old son to Disneyland to celebrate my birthday. He had finally reached the age where got excited instead of whiny when we had to stand in line for a ride. I was really enjoying the day when my phone buzzed in my pocket and, half annoyed, I pulled it out. As the next few minutes went by waiting for the Pirates of the Caribbean, I stared at the text messages on my phone in complete and utter disbelief. They were between me and my son's twenty-one year old babysitter Lindsay.

"Just wanted to say Happy Birthday. Hope it is a good 1 4 U."

I had responded back with "Thanks! It is shaping up that way."

"Well, it is your special day so what Daddy wants, Daddy should be able to get."

"What the fuck? Daddy?" I thought as I typed my reply, "You would think so huh?"

"Aww does Daddy need some help today?" came an almost instant response.

"Daddy can always use help."

"Really?" She replied with a winking icon.

"Yep." I smirked as I hit Send.

"If I knew where you where maybe I could come by and give you some. Help that is."

"Disneyland, there will be ticket waiting at Will Call for you, if you want it."

"I'll be on Main Street in an hour."

What the hell is going on here? "Daddy?" Really? I thought as I placed my phone back in my pocket. A minute went by and then the phone vibrated again. I almost dropped my phone because when I slid the screen over, I was greeted with a bathroom selfie of my son's babysitter in a matching red bra and thong set. Beneath the picture it said "Seriously Mitch, here's a little birthday present for you. This is what I will be wearing all day today. Think about this while you are waiting for me to show up."

By way of introduction, my name is Mitch and as of today, I am 36 years old. I'm a Service Manager for a high-end car dealership in Orange County, California. Most of the people that walk into my service department would never believe that I have a six-figure income and I'm okay with that. I spend most of the day dealing with whinny, privileged soccer moms, trophy wives or their egotistical husbands and occasionally the guy who made it the hard way like I did. Truthfully, my job sucks in ways that people can't imagine but it more than pays the bills and honestly, I do enjoy it.

The main reason I put up with my customer's crap is my son David. At nine he is a bright, articulate and intelligent kid and I'm more than willing to sacrifice a small bit of my pride to make sure that he doesn't end up turning wrenches to make a living like his old man had to. He has my brown hair and his mother's green eyes. There are still days that I miss her so bad I ache when he looks at me with them.

Lindsay is the only babysitter that he has ever had. She is basically a member of the family now because she spends as much time taking care of David as she does at school or at her parents' home. It was going to be hell explaining to David that she wouldn't be able to babysit anymore after she graduated from Cal State Fullerton in the spring and had to get a real job.

I've canceled dates because Lindsay called and said she was sick and couldn't make it over to sit with him. I've also changed my clothes going out because she gave me 'the look' when I came downstairs wearing something. She started babysitting before his second birthday; she was barely fourteen herself and thankfully she stayed on through the death of his mother from cervical cancer five years ago. Aside from my older sister Stephanie; Lindsay is really the only female influence he has ever had in his life and I can't complain about that at all because they both love the boy and dote on him endlessly.

Lindsay is a beast when it comes to caring for and protecting David. Last year I got held up at work and she took him to the Parent/Teacher meet and greet at school. When I got home, I had a complete schedule and a run-down of which classes he would excel in and which classes he would need help in; both were spot on accurate. I couldn't imagine what David's life, or mine for that matter, was going to be like without her in it.

She was taking such good care of him that I leased her a 3 Series BMW through work last year, so she would have reliable transportation to and from her classes and to cart David around in. Her parents objected to it at first, but I sat down and explained that I my priority was my son's safety and well-being and that Lindsay was putting hundreds of miles a month on her car taking care of him. It was cheaper for me to lease her a car than to reimburse her for the mileage. Besides, I thought to myself, she looked cute as hell driving it.

At 5'8" tall, with jet black hair and grey-blue eyes she is absolutely striking. She has an athlete's body that was toned to perfection by her being both a cheerleader and playing on the girls' volleyball team in high school. David and I went to a couple of her games in her senior year and even back then I had to admit that the sight of her bending over in volleyball shorts was probably the reason a guy created girls' volleyball shorts; it was nothing short of spectacular. It was also embarrassing trying to hide a hard-on with my son and her mother and father sitting right beside me and I felt like a total perv for days afterwards.

So, back to my current situation, my son's babysitter was either drunk, or she was really drunk. Either way, I decided to play along just to see what she was up to. "Young lady, you are not wearing that out in public!" I responded back.

David and I climbed on the boat and headed into the darkness of the Caribbean and out of cell phone coverage for the next seven minutes or so. As soon as we exited the ride my cell phone went off and I looked down to the new messages.

"LOL!"

"Fine! Is this okay?"

There was another selfie of her. Her hair was pulled back in a pony-tail and she was wearing a pair of black shorts and a mid-riff tee-shirt that said, 'Costa Mesa Cheer' on it with a mega-phone. She had lifted the left side of the shirt and I could see just enough under-boob to make it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Why the hell was she teasing me like this?

"Barely! We are headed to Will Call now, let me know when you get here. See you soon Lindsay."

"See you soon Mitch."

Snapping back to reality, I looked down at David and said, "Hey Buddy, would you mind if Lindsay showed up and crashed our party?"

"HECK NO! That would be awesome!" he shouted.

I tussled his hair and said, "Yeah I thought you might like that."

"I think she kind of likes you Dad." David said innocently.

"Why is that?" I responded.

"Because when we are in the pool in the back yard, she always wears one your tee-shirts over her bathing suit. She says they smell like you."

"Really?"

"Yep."

I instantly decided to drop the subject. I had no idea what had set her on the path she was walking down but I did know that whatever she had in mind, it did not need to include my son at this point. Kids are a lot more perceptive than most adults give them credit for and I did not want to have David getting involved in this in any way if I could help it. If I had only known what would transpire over the next month.

We walked to the front of the park and I bought her ticket. Then I suggested that we hang out on Main Street until she showed up. He was all for it when I said that we could buy ice-cream now and go on Thunder Mountain as soon as she showed up. About forty-five minutes later my phone buzzed again.

"Here!"

"Where?"

"At the entrance. Where are you?"

"Be right there."

"K"

She was standing by the entrance to the park dressed exactly as she had been in her last picture. When David saw her, he jerked his hand from mine, screamed her name and ran toward her. She scooped him up, gave him a kiss on the cheek then they walked toward me smiling. I couldn't help but notice the way her breasts jiggled when she walked, telling me that she hadn't put a bra on.

She gave me a hug and then surprised me by giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Smiling up at me she said, "Thanks for inviting me Mitch. Happy Birthday"

"You're welcome and thank you." I said, sort of stunned by the show of affection and trying to figure out how to explain it to my son.

"So, where to first?" she said looking down at David.

"Did you just kiss my dad?" David asked grinning up at her.

"That wasn't a kiss Silly, that was a friendly peck on the lips; there's a difference. Where to?" she asked him eagerly.

"Thunder Mountain! Dad said so!" he replied instantly.

She reached out and took his hand in hers and then grabbing mine she said, "Thunder Mountain it is then. Let's go!"

My feet were sore, as my Georgia born grandfather would have said "My dawgs were barkin'." So, Lindsay and I sat down for a few minutes as David stood in line to meet Mickey and Minnie. I was dividing my time between staring at her and looking at David. She on the other hand never took her eyes off him; it was like watching a momma bear looking after her cub.

"You do a great job with him Lindsay." I said truthfully.

"Thank you." she said never taking her eyes off him.

"So?" I said and then left it hanging.

"So."

"Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?" I added.

"Eventually, but I don't think it would be appropriate for David to hear his babysitter discussing her plans to make love to his father later tonight." she responded with a smile on her lips.

"Uh." I mumbled, flabbergasted by what she had just said.

"You don't want to?" she asked softly, turning her head and glancing at me.

"Um." I said, still to stunned to put together a coherent sentence. God, she was stunning.

She stood up and fishing her phone out of her back pocket began to take pictures of David as he stood next to Mickey and then Minnie. I hadn't even thought of pictures of them together, but she had. I was being out-parented by my babysitter! After a dozen pictures or so pictures, she stopped and then motioned to David who came running back to us. They began to breathlessly plan out the next hour or so of activity.

As we headed toward It's a Small World, Lindsay looked over at me and said, "You never answered my question Mitch. Do you want to or not?"

"Can we talk about that first?"

"After you answer my question." She said flatly.

"I would have to unequivocally say; maybe."

David was walking between us and kept looking up at the exchange. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked innocently.

"Nothing Sweetie, your dad and I are just making some plans for later tonight."

"Oh." then he added, "I need to go to the bathroom."

I was standing in the bathroom when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked down at the screen and saw it was a text from Lindsay. When I opened it, I was treated to a picture of her in her bathroom, wearing the same black shorts but no top! Her breasts looked to be perfect D-cups and she was winking at the mirror. Beneath it was written "Tonight?" Then suddenly another text popped up saying "I'm sorry Mitch, are my boobs starring at your eyes?"

I almost dropped the damn phone. I had seen her in the pool before wearing a bikini, but this was totally different. I was becoming more than a little nervous and trying desperately to figure out why she was coming on so strong. I wasn't Quasimodo, but I wasn't Sam Elliott or Matt Damon either and a young, attractive woman like her had plenty of options when it came to sex.

When we got back to her she was smiling at the look on my face and holding three drinks for us and a churro for David. As he munched on it while we walked to the next ride, Lindsay and I resumed our back and forth banter with each other.

"You certainly brought up two big points for your plan."

"I thought you would start seeing things my way." She said glancing at me with a grin on her face.

"But we really need to talk."

"We will, I promise." She said earnestly. "I don't make decisions like this on a whim."

I felt a serious sense of relief when she said that. As much as the pictures and flirting had stroked my ego, she was, literally young enough to be my daughter. As hot as she was, I didn't want to risk losing her, sooner than I had to as David's sitter, over a situation that I could have and probably should have, avoided.

By seven that night David was exhausted, and he was the one that suggested that we leave. As we walked toward the exit Lindsay was walking beside me and David was to her left. Glancing back toward the park entrance, she sighed and then said, "This was really fun. I had a blast."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I said.

"Me too!" David piped up. "I like it when you're with us Lindsay! It's funner when you're with us."

"More fun. It's more fun when I'm with you." She said, correcting him gently.

"Yes, it is!" he added, smiling up at her and causing both of us to laugh.

"I had fun too Mitch." she said looking me directly in the eyes. "It was a beautiful day, I was at Disneyland, I had two good looking guys with me and we have some great pictures to remember today by."

"Yes, we do." I replied honestly.

Climbing on the trolley to go back to the parking garage Lindsay said, "Thank you again for inviting me." She was sitting so close to me than I could feel the heat radiating off of her body and smell the perfume she was wearing. Both of those sensations were really pleasant.

"Lindsay?" David asked.

"Yes Honey?"

"Can you spend Thanksgiving Day with us this year?" he inquired.

I started to tell him that she probably wanted to spend the day with her family, but Lindsay stopped me before I could get started.

"Well," she began and then glancing over at me said, "I could; my parents left to go on a cruise this morning and they will be gone for eight days. So, I could spend the day with you guys."

"Wow! They will be gone for eight days? Even Thanksgiving? Won't you get lonely with them being gone that long?" David asked innocently.

"Not really, that's why your dad and I were making plans earlier, so I won't be lonely."

"Oh. Cool." he said sounding really sleepy.

We got off the trolley and Lindsay walked with us to my car.

"Where is your car at?" David asked with a confused look on his face, his look mirroring mine.

"I had a girlfriend bring me here. I'm going to go home with you guys and spend the night in the guest room. Your dad can take me home on his way to work tomorrow after we drop you off at school. Is that okay?" she said to him.

"I don't have school. We are off all week for Thanksgiving." David said.

"Well, since you are out of school, I guess you need a sitter, so I will have to spend all week with you." she said and then locked eyes with me as if she was challenging me to a contest of wills. I lost and glanced down at the ground as David responded with an enthusiastic "Cool!"

The excitement of her announcement lasted all of five minutes and before we got to the 5 Freeway, David was zonked out in the back seat with his Mickey Mouse ears on the seat beside him. I was finally starting to accept that she really was planning on sleeping with me. We drove in silence for several minutes and then I cleared my throat.

"Yes?" she responded looking over at me with a small smile on her face.

"You do remember me telling you that I was taking the week off, right?"

"Uh huh."

"So, David doesn't need a sitter this week."

"I've seen your idea of a balanced diet and I've sampled your cooking Mitch. You boys won't last the week eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Fruit Loops. What did you have planned for Thanksgiving? Popcorn, pretzels, toast and jelly-beans?"

"Hey! It worked for Snoopy!" I said laughing.

"Maybe, but I'm not going to risk it, so you're stuck with me for the week. Look on the bright side, if you play the right cards it will be a week full of nights that you will ever forget." she whispered.

"This is a first." I replied.

"What?"

"I'm not use to being hit on by a woman who is young enough to be my daughter."

She reached across and lightly scrapped her fingernails across the stubble of my chin and then replied, "You might want to start coming to grips with it."

"I don't suppose it matters that we have to pass right by your home to get to mine?"

"Nope!"

"Not even a little bit?"

"Not even a smidge. I stashed a toothbrush, make-up and a suitcase full of clothes in your guest room closet on Friday, so I would have them there for tonight and the rest of the week." she stated in a manner of fact tone.

"Really? You've been planning this since Friday?"

"Mitch I've been planning this since my mother told me about the cruise in September. The best seductions are planned, not a spur of the moment thing. Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

"Not in recent memory, no." I said as we pulled into my driveway. "By the way," I said over the top of the car as we shut the doors, "your body is amazing."

"I'm giving you ten minutes to get David to bed and ten minutes to make sure he stays there, then you can see it up close." she purred.

Scooping David up out of the backseat I carried him up to his room. I got him changed into his PJs and in bed. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and as I started to close the door he mumbled "Can Lindsay come in and say good night?"

"Sure, Buddy, let me go get her." I said smiling.

"He wants you to tell you good night." I said as I walked into the den.

Lindsay smiled and then handed me a drink, sat hers on the bar and padded barefoot out of the room heading upstairs. I couldn't help but stare at her as she left. If I had to describe her movements, I would use the words lithe, elegant and graceful; she didn't walk, she glided, and her ass was spectacular when she did.

I guess I had been too focused on my job to notice the attractive woman she had become. That or maybe it was the age difference or the close proximity that we had been in over the years. Whatever the reason, I certainly admired it now, I thought to myself as I sank into my recliner.

Lindsay walked back into the den, picked up her glass and after taking a sip said, "He's out like a light." Smiling at me she walked over to the couch and sat down, leaned back and crossed her long legs.

"So." she began.

"So?" I countered.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she said giggling.

"Why should I? You've been making it hard on me all day."

"Pun intended?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, that was a part of my evil plan. Catch you off guard and tease you relentlessly."

"Mission accomplished."

"No. Not really, not all of it."

"What's left?"

"You, taking me to your bedroom, undressing me and making love to me until we pass out from exhaustion."

"Not so fast." I said polishing off my bourbon and sitting the empty glass on the table beside me.

"Huh?" she responded with a confused look on her face.

"Why?"

"Huh?" she repeated, staring at me.

"Why? It's a simple question. Answer it." I said more sternly than I wanted to. "Why now? Why, suddenly, do you want to sleep with me? I've been beating my head against a wall all day long and I cannot figure out why you want to do this. So, until I can wrap my head around it, it's not going to happen."

"Why suddenly? Suddenly?" She threw her head back almost cackling with laughter. Setting her drink down on the coffee table, her eyes went flat, and she turned stone cold serious in the blink of an eye.

"How long have I been working for you Mitch?"

"A long time." I said.

"How long?" she demanded.

"Almost eight years."

"New Year's Eve, 2008 was my first night in this home. You, Kim, Stephanie, James and my mom and dad went out and I stayed here with David. I turned fourteen at midnight and Kim kept calling the house every fifteen minutes to make sure it was still standing. Stop acting like you don't remember."