Brian and Renee Collins noticed the light was on when they pulled into the driveway of their modest, three-bedroom home on 2493 Balfour Lane.
"Well, the house didn't burn down," Brian said. Renee rolled her eyes. Brian always said that whenever they left a babysitter in charge. Brian didn't understand why Renee always sighed whenever he said that. The children's bedroom lights were off though, so Renee was pleased.
Brian pulled the car into the garage and cautiously opened the door, trying to avoid banging it against the wall.
Renee walked into the house first. The house was completely quiet except for the steady hum of the refrigerator. The babysitter had done her job well. Renee had just set her purse on the kitchen counter when Mandy emerged from around the corner. Her hands were behind her head, tying her long, brown hair into a ponytail. Brian felt his pulse quicken as soon as he saw her. Mandy was clad in impossibly tight jeans, and the position of her arms over her head made her large breasts protrude from her Vikings T-shirt even more than usual. Trying not to make his staring obvious, Brian diverted his gaze and turned to hang his coat up in the closet.
"Hey guys, how was your evening?" Mandy asked.
Brian and Renee went silent.
"Well," Brian said, "we had a little disagreement about-"
"What time did the kids get to bed?" Renee interrupted.
"About eight-thirty," Mandy said, pretending not to notice the subtle squabbling. "Really helped a lot. I was able to get a lot of studying done."
"Well, that's good," Brian said. "Let me get you your money."
Brian took his wallet from his pocket and counted off several bills. As he did, Mandy took a tube of chapstick from her pocket and rubbed a layer across her lips, puckering as she did so. Brian could see her running the chapstick slowly across her full, sensuous lips in his peripheral vision, and lost track of how much money he'd counted. Starting over, he removed the agreed upon money from his wallet and handed it to Mandy.
"Thanks," Mandy said, placing it into her back pocket.
"Thank you, Mandy," Renee said as she walked up the stairs. "I'm not feeling well, so Brian will drive you home tonight."
Brian nodded. He was used to Renee making all of the decisions.
"Okay, I'm actually staying at my aunt's this week," Mandy said. "You think you could drop me off at her place? It's in Hartly Township."
"That's about forty minutes away," Brian said.
"I know, I'm really sorry, but it's this week only, I hope it's not a huge inconvenience," Mandy said.
"It's alright, I'll need my wife's gas card though," Brian said. He turned to the stairway.
"Renee?"
"It's in my purse," Renee said, from the upstairs bathroom.
"Of course," Brian said dryly. He opened Renee's purse and rooted through all of her belongings. Makeup, tampons, a bundle of coupons. Brian knew it was in there somewhere. Brian fished around for several seconds while Mandy gathered up her school supplies.
"Renee, I can't find it!" Brian said.
"It's in the SIDE pocket!" Renee said, annoyed.
"Of
course
," Brian said again. He opened the side pocket and found the gas card.
Mandy slung her book bag over her shoulder.
"Ready to go?" Mandy asked.
"Yeah," Brian said, grabbing his coat.
"We're leaving now!" Brian said, shouting up the stairs. Renee didn't respond.
Brian opened the passenger door of his 2008 Taurus and Mandy hopped in, setting her book bag into the backseat.
Brian got into the driver's seat and backed out of the driveway.
"Sorry again about the drive," Mandy said. "I asked my sister if I could crash at her apartment tonight but she hasn't gotten back to me yet."
"It's no problem, Mandy," Brian said. In truth, he was a bit happy to be away from Renee for a little while. As he reached the edge of the driveway, he watched the dim light emanating from the master bedroom switch off.
"Everything okay with your wife?" Mandy asked.
"Yeah," Brian hissed, as he pulled into the street and switched the car back into drive. "We had another argument, that's all."
Mandy nodded. She had many fights with her ex-boyfriend and understood the frustration.
"What about, if you don't mind me asking?" Mandy said.
Brian sighed.
"She thinks I look at other women too much," Brian said. "I don't mean to, but sometimes it just happens."
"Okay, nothing wrong with that," Mandy said. "It's normal for men to look at women."
Brian gave a surprised wince. It wasn't often her heard a woman show understanding of something like that.
"Well, glad you understand," Brian said. "My wife feels I don't find her attractive any more, when really, the worst thing about her is her low self-esteem."
"I know exactly what you mean," Mandy said. "My ex, I mean, he could have been the perfect guy for me if he had just stopped freaking out every time another man looked at me. I mean come on!"
Brian had no difficulty understanding that. Mandy had the kind of body that drew attention from men wherever she went. If her ex was as jealous as she described, he would have spent every moment in public with her having a conniption.
"We need to stop and get gas," Brian said, pulling into a gas station.
"No problem, I want to get some Snapple," Mandy said.
Brian stopped in front of one of the pumps and Mandy hopped out of the car. A sign posted on the pump read "please pre-pay after dark."
Brian decided he wanted to get lotto tickets anyway, and followed Mandy into the store.
"Pump four, and two lotto," Brian said, handing the gas card to the store attendant. The attendant swiped the card and handed it back to Brian.
"Pump two and four lotto?" the attendant asked.
"No, no, pump four, two lotto," Brian corrected.
"Oh, right," the attendant said, pressing several buttons on his screen. Brian got the feeling the attendant was distracted by something, as his gaze continuously shifted to something behind Brian. Brian turned around to see down the aisle, at the back of the store, Mandy had the cooler door open. She was bent over retrieving a bottle from the bottom shelf. She did not bend her knees in the slightest, and seemed oblivious to the two men, both of who now had their eyes fixated on her absolutely perfect ass.
Mandy retrieved the Snapple bottle and stood up. Shutting the cooler door behind her, she sauntered sexily up to the counter.
The attendant gave Brian a knowing grin, and handed him his receipt.
"Have a good night, sir," the attendant said. Brain nodded as Mandy placed her Snapple onto the counter and fished some of her babysitting money from her pants. He stepped out of the store and made his way back to his car to begin filling it.
Brian watched Mandy through the glass door as he placed the gas pump into his car. He couldn't hear her conversation, but he could see her giggle and touch the attendant's forearm for just a moment. The attendant stood frozen in shock while Mandy headed out the doorway.
As she emerged from the station, Brian gave the gas pump a good squeeze and felt the gasoline rush through his palm and into his empty tank. Mandy twisted open her Snapple bottle and placed the opening to her lips. He watched her take a sip before she re-entered the vehicle. Brian looked around, and admired the beautiful night sky, taking a deep breath of air as he did so. He mostly smelled gasoline, but Brian didn't mind. The smell of gasoline made him feel like more of a man.
After the tank was filled, Brian placed the nozzle back onto the pump and re-entered the car. As he got into the driver's seat, Brian was startled to see Mandy was pulling down her pants.
"Oops, sorry," Mandy said. "I accidentally spilled Snapple on my jeans."
Brian stole a quick glance at Mandy's bare thighs before replying.
"Oh, take these," Brian said, handing her a bundle of Wendy's napkins he had tucked under the dashboard.
"Thanks," Mandy said, and quickly used the napkins to wipe her pants dry.
"I have a change of clothes in my book bag," Mandy said. She kicked her pants off and Brian could see she had already taken off her shoes as well. Each of her toenails were painted bright red and looked very pretty, in Brian's opinion. Mandy turned around, resting her knees on the seat as she leaned into the backseat to open her book bag.
Brian tried not to stare, but Mandy's panty-clad bottom was mere inches from his face.
Her panties were made of purple silk, and had very feminine frilled edges around the waist and thigh openings. Brian felt his heart pound faster as he stole longer and longer glances at Mandy's ass and the back of her legs.
Her body was simply fantastic. Brian didn't know what to say or what he could do to make this situation less awkward, but his excitement at seeing his babysitter's body this close was too good to squander.
Brian tapped his two index fingers on the steering wheel as he visualized himself running his palms across Mandy's bottom. He imagined the softness of the panty material against his fingertips, and how her firm ass would feel through it. It was becoming difficult to resist the temptation to touch her, and Brian found himself trying to figure out a way to make it seem accidental. Whatever he decided, Mandy seemed to be taking her time. She had been rummaging through her book bag for almost a minute, and now Brian could see a group of teenaged boys walking past who had caught a glimpse of Mandy's scantily-clad behind aimed in their direction. They exchanged grins and Brian could tell he was rapidly becoming the envy of the horny young passersby.
"Here it is," Mandy grumbled, and returned to her front seat, with a short jean skirt in her hands. She didn't seem to notice the teenaged boys standing just outside the car who were now smiling at her. Mandy tucked her legs into the skirt and pulled it up and around her waist.
"Okay, ready to go," Mandy said.
Brian started the car up and took off down the road. With Mandy now clad in a short skirt, and with the way she sat with her legs crossed at the knees Brian now had an excellent view of her long, slender legs.
"Ooh, I still feel wet," Mandy said, wiping her legs. "I think the Snapple soaked my panties too."
Mandy reached up her skirt and pulled off her panties. Brian struggled to stay fixated on the road as Mandy kicked off the panties and tossed them into the backseat.
"Mm, that's better," Mandy said. Brian had to agree.
"Lucky you had that skirt handy," Brian said.
"Yeah," Mandy said. "Ooh, by the way, while I was back there I saw a text from my sister. You don't have to drive me to Hartly after all."
"Oh, that's good," Brian said. "Where to then?"
"Make a right at the next light," Mandy said. "Her apartment is just a few blocks that way."
Brian nodded and followed her directions. Looks like this trip might not last as long as he thought. What a shame, Brian thought to himself.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Brian?" Mandy asked.
Brain swallowed. He knew Mandy might very well ask a question he wasn't prepared to answer, but his curiosity of what her question was go the better of him.
