A couple of months after I started having sex with Jeff, a father for whom I babysat for, I was asked by another church couple to babysit for them also.
Apparently, I was highly recommended by Jeff's wife. Of course, Jeff's wife had no idea what her husband and I were up to. I found it amusing that she would recommend me to others.
Although I was eighteen and felt that babysitting was beneath me, my father had fallen gravely ill and could not work. I knew my family was struggling financially, so I was eager to do whatever I could to help out.
The job was for the church pastor's son and his wife, Kathy. Being raised in the church, I knew the family. They were nice, kind, church-going people. The father was the nerdy type, so I didn't feel threatened in the least. He wasn't a womaniser like Jeff.
Kathy was always very well-dressed and quite attractive. She was of medium height and had a thin petite body, very much similar to me. As a couple, they were an odd match. Kathy could have done much better. I had become quite rebellious towards the church, and I saw this as another example of this cult-like organisation brainwashing its members to date and marry within the same church.
In any case, I babysat for them a couple of times without any issues. As I became more comfortable with the family and their patterns, I began inviting my boyfriend to the house after I had put the kids to bed. At that age, we were always looking for a private place to have sex, and this fit the bill.
Having my boyfriends over to the house during babysitting jobs became a regular occurrence. I was smart enough to be well prepared. I always wore just a short denim skirt with bare legs and a braless top, not only for easy access but also because it was quick to straighten out if I was in a pinch. I didn't want to fumble with a bra or any other complicated clothing. We also had sex on the living room carpet so that I could hear or see the car lights pulling up the driveway. The couch was off-limits because it was one of those throw pillow couches that would take too long to straighten out, let alone remove any stains. And finally, my boyfriend only used the back door so he wouldn't be seen by the neighbours. Yes, I thought I had it all well planned out.
One evening, my boyfriend was particularly horny, and we were going at it all evening. We'd already had sex twice that evening, but my boyfriend insisted on having it again. I knew it was getting late, but despite my warnings that we were running out of time, he kept insisting on more. He had me aroused, and I deemed it quicker to just let him have his way than to try and sway him otherwise.
So, of course, as he was ejaculating in me for the third time that evening, we saw the car headlights flash through the window as a car turned into the driveway. There was an ensuing mad scramble, but I did manage to sneak my boyfriend out the back door and straighten myself out. It was a very close call.
As the parents entered the house, I was still trying to straighten up the room. Although they didn't say anything, I could tell Kathy suspected something. Yeah, I was flustered, dishevelled-looking, and out of breath. My hair had that "just fucked" look too. Of course, she knew I was up to something. It was just plain dumb of me to think I had gotten away with it.
After a quick briefing about the children, Kathy offered to drive me home. I thought it was a bit strange as, typically, it was always her husband that drove me home. The drive started off very quietly. Kathy wasn't saying much, and I was now beginning to suspect that she was onto me.
Without saying a word, she drove directly to a vacant, dark park and stopped the car. The tension was thick as I nervously sat there in silence, waiting for what was to come next.
She abruptly broke the silence. "I know you had a boy in the house this evening."
I had a feeling this was coming. I wasn't saying anything. I neither admitted nor denied anything, as I didn't know just how much she knew.
"I know you had sex with him also..." she continued.
I had been caught red-handed. All I could think about was how much trouble I was in now. I told that selfish jerk it was getting late. Was she going to fire me or, worse, tell my father?
I was trying to think of a way to counter if she said she was going to tell my father, something like, 'I am of legal age and an adult, so there is no need to bring my parents into this.'
But then came the knockout punch...
"I also know you've been having sex with Jeff... but don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe."
Oh my god. I was floored. How could she possibly know that? Was she fishing? Was this a trick? Was she trying to get me to confess to something? I just looked down at my feet in silence. I didn't know how to respond or what to say without incriminating myself. I remained silent.
She reached over and held my hand softly. I was confused and looked up at her. I couldn't help but notice how well-dressed she was. She was wearing an expensive-looking low-cut black dress that fit her slim body like a glove. Her high heels and clutch bag looked like they cost more than my entire wardrobe. Her hair and makeup were perfect.
As she slid across the car seat, her dress rode up, exposing a sexy pair of legs in black stockings.
"It's fine, really, it is." With that, she leaned in and kissed me right on the lips.
