Edgar moved through the party goers wondering if he might find someone special to strike up a conversation with. He hadn't been to one of these company parties since his divorce last year. He realized it must have been over a year since he had been laid. He realized he really needed someone to just do him. That thought motivated him to look around harder.
A bright red dress exposing a nice pair of legs caught his eye. He wandered closer, catching up to her at the bar.
"Excuse me, I was wondering-"
She turned and smiled cruelly at him. "Hello, Eddie." She sized him up. "Lemme guess, were you going to buy me a drink? Didn't recognize me, did ya? The hair color is new. So are the tits. Do you like them" She spread her arms and lifted her chest. "You paid for them."
"Linda." The sound of her voice tightened his ass. "Jesus, I can't get away from you, can I?"
She was wide eyed innocence as she leaned against the bar. "You came up to me, not the other way around." Her grin came back and she laughed. "You really didn't recognize me did you?"
He frowned and admitted it. "No, I didn't."
"Jesus, Eddie. You're a mistake I don't want to repeat."
"Mmm, hm. I'm in no hurry for that either." He was examining her body, new tits to legs. "It seems single life is treating you well."
"Mmm, hm. How are the kids? Who'd you leave them with? Not that little slut Christeen?"
"Since when is she a little slut? The girls love her."
"Oh my god. I can't believe you. You think I didn't watch how you looked at her, how you laughed and flirted with her over the years?"
"Oh, for fucks sake, Linda. She was a teenager! I was never flirting with her. Jesus! You see evil wherever you look, don't you?"
"She's a little whore, Eddie, but so long as the girls don't start taking after her, you do whatever, hmm, whomever the fuck you want."
"You're a psycho, Linda. There is nothing wrong with Christeen. The kids go off to camp this Saturday anyway, if that puts your broken mind at ease. They won't see her, or me, or anyone for two months."
Linda signalled the bartender for another drink. "Good, at least the wont be picking up any bad ideas from the little tramp."
"God, you're a mess."
"Says the pot to the kettle."
"Well, I'm done now. It's been lovey, Linda. Let's get together real soon." He walked away with a stress headache beginning. "...Fucking unbelievable."
Edgar pulled up to the dark house. Shifting lights came from the living room. He figured Christeen would be up watching a movie or something. He heard 'Double Indemnity' playing on the big screen television, but didn't see her in the dark room. Then he noticed her on a stepladder dusting the bookshelves and watching the movie over her shoulder. She was wearing a bright pink tee shirt and shorts. He smiled.
God, she really is so young.
She reached the feather duster a little too far and had to catch herself from falling.
"Oh, Christeen, be careful up there." He put a hand on her waist and steadied the step stool. You really don't have to do that."
She grinned and laughed. "Oh! Hi, Edgar. God is it that late already?"
"I came home early. Party wasn't my scene."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." She turned on the overhead light.
"I don't pay you to clean my condo, you know?"
"Oh, that. I was looking over your books and noticed it was a little dusty. I figured I could multitask while I watched the movie. When I see something that needs doing I just do it."
"Well there's far too much that really needs doing over here. I'd have you up all night." He wondered why he said that.
Maybe I do flirt with her?
"Oh, would you?" She smiled. "Well, okay. Have you eaten? The girls had me order Thai. They sent more than we could finish. There's a bunch leftover in the fridge?"
"Oh, god that sounds perfect. I lost my appetite at the party. Ran into Linda."
"Oh, my god! The Dragon was there?"
Edgar laughed. "I nearly- nevermind. Yeah it was ugly, as usual, she said some- You know, nevermind. Can you stay? Watch the rest of the movie while I eat? After dealing with her I could really use a friendly face."
"Hmm, use my friendly face, huh?" She gave him a dubious look.
"That smile could certainly pick me up." He ran through what he had just said.
Use her face? Did that come across as... Come across her face... Oh, c'mon, Eddie, stop it. She didn't take it that way... take it. Stop!
"Ohhh, well, actually Mom can't pick me up until 11 anyway?" She bit her lip. "So, I can't really get a ride until- You know what, I could call a friend to pick me up."
"No! No. Please, stay. I love this movie and you've always made for good company."
Her dark eyes looked him over and she smiled. "I'd like that."
They paused the movie and went to the kitchen. "Oh, uh, I suppose I owe you a refund."
"What?"
"Well you pay me for babysitting to 1am and you're home. I guess I owe you, uh... let's see-"
"Don't be silly. I pay for your time and you're-" he turn and she walked into him. He had to brace her so they didn't tumble over each other. "-still here. I'm so sorry are you okay?"
She lifted her eyes and slowly smiled. "I'm fine."
Edgar realized he was holding her breasts. He was actually gripping them. "Oh. Jesus. Sorry." He looked down and almost couldn't accept what he saw. His hands were on her chest, cupping her soft tender, A cup breasts. "Oh..." He gasped.
"You're blushing." She smiled. A few more seconds went by. "Uh... I'm really okay now. You can..."
Edgar jerked his hands away. "God! Christeen I'm, oh god."
Christeen laughed. "It's okay. Let's forget it." She winked. "If you can."
He laughed nervously. "Okay, I'll try." He smiled and tried to forget the last thirty seconds, tried to forget the way her small braless tits felt in his hands, how his fingers gripped and felt the hardness of her nipples. He was very aware that his dick was getting stiff. "...oh god."
"Oh, please. Let it go. I'm not upset about it. It was a funny accident." She smiled and replayed the feel of this man's hands firmly gripping her tits. She smiled and realized she was getting very wet as she stared at the nervous father of two sweet girls
who just molested the babysitter
. She laughed at how she had just put it in her head. She knew he hadn't meant to do anything of the sort. She watched him mentally torturing himself and sighed. "God, you're such a nice man. Let it go. Let's get you fed and watch the movie."
"Yeah. Okay." He smiled shyly.
She pulled the food out of the fridge. "Shall I get you a beer?"
"Oh, no, if you're here, I shouldn't."
"Don't be silly. You're home. Drink what you want. It sounds like the party was a disaster, so you probably need a drink."
"Well now that you mention it..." He crossed to the bar. He picked up a bottle of rye. "Uh, join me. No, what am I saying." He turned back to take down a glass.
She was at his elbow, her chest pressing to his arm. "I'll take one."
She smiled up at him and his heart skipped. "Uh, you old enough to drink?"
She smirked. Her voice was a low whisper, as if they were sharing secrets. "Well, what do you think, Edgar? You just offered me a beer. Beer is fine, but I'm more of a whiskey girl. I like the way it feels slipping down my throat."
He swallowed and picked up a second glass. "Call me Eddie?"
"Call me Christie."
He felt his heart picking up. "Christie, you..." He poured her whiskey over an ice ball.
She smiled at his nervousness. "Me? Uh, huh?"
"-surprise me." He turned around and faced her. He held out the heavy pour of whiskey.
"Good." She took the glass out of his hand and took a slow draw. She smiled and lifted her head. With her eyes closed she swallowed. "Mmmm, that's the good stuff."
His hand was shaking. She took his glass. "Let me carry that for you Eddie?"
He watched her ass as she slowly walked towards the living room. He reached into his pants to straighten his awkwardly positioned dick when the microwave dinged. His dick flexed and he jerked his hand out of his pants.
He gathered up his food and chopsticks, some napkins and as an afterthought picked up the bottle of Weller as he passed.
Christeen sat back on the couch in the light of the television. "I hope you don't mind that I turned the light off. It makes it easier to watch. Plus it's always more fun in the dark, don'tcha think?"
She's definitely flirting with me. No! Come on she has to be 19 or something. Damn that's half my age. ...half my age.
Edgar stared at the screen. "Christie, are you flirting with me?"
She laughed. "Of course I am Eddie. Isn't that what we do?"
"Do we? I mean, do I? Do you think I flirt with you?"
"Oh, just always!" She reached over and pinched his cheek. "I don't mind I kinda like it."
"I never meant-"
"Oh, yes you did. You're always flirting with me. It's one of the reasons I like working for you. You're more yourself that other parents. Well, it's not that I babysit much anymore anyway. You're girls are the reason I haven't stopped. I'm kinda getting too old for it. Plus, you know, you pay for my time I think it's only fair to have fun with you, make you laugh, make you... blush."
He was staring at the girl. "Well, you certainly do that."
"Cause you're too easy. Watch." She reached down and lifted the bottom of her shirt. She stared into his eyes. "Don't break eye contact." She lifted her shirt slowly. Edgar was breathing funny. "What are we doing, Christie?"
"Making you blush." She lifted the shirt exposing her belly, then higher. She whispered. "Tell me when to stop, Eddie." She slowly kept the shirt rising it showed the swell of her small tits, then she took a deep breath. "You aren't going to stop me are you?" She kept going. As the shirt exposed her nipples she was breathing hard too. "Tell me when to stop."
Eddie bit his lip. His cock was throbbing in his pants as he watched the girl taking her top off. It covered her face and he stared hard at her sweet pink hills. The nipples he had felt were a darker pink than her surrounding flesh.
In a quiet voice she whispered. "...okay then." The shirt came over her head and she tossed it away. She smiled at him as she sat next to him topless.
