Author's note: This chapter contains no sex. Only half of the chapters in this story will. This will ultimately be a thirteen chapter story that focuses on themes of seduction, adultery, betrayal. It gets fairly dark, but is entirely consensual. I'll still write pure erotica of course, but this story is more like an erotic thriller, where we explore the characters and their stories as much as their bodies. If this isn't for you, feel free to read one of my other stories, and have a nice day!
Eve was at her desk in the nursery when she heard the yelling start. She shook her head. They were fighting again, which made it impossible to focus on the essay she'd been trying to finish for her English class. She wished she could just put in her headphones, but then she wouldn't have been able to hear the baby, and that would have defeated the whole purpose of her being here. Eve sighed heavily. At first it had been more disappointing than anything; finding out that the most perfect couple in your life wasn't as perfect as they'd appeared, was almost as mortifying as finding out that your parents had sex. It was a truth that everyone had to learn eventually, but no one was happy to have found it out.
That disappointment slowly distilled into frustration though, as their arguments grew more frequent. For the first month they only had their fights in the garage or when she was in the backyard. After they'd gotten used to her presence they'd tried less hard to hide their disagreements, and since she'd been the part time nanny for the Dawson's for just over three months now, it was just a thing they did two or three times a week. Except for evenings like these, it was the best job she'd ever had. She got to take care of their cute little girl, Christina, during the day because both Marcy and Trevor had high powered careers, and at night after she helped whichever one of them got home first prep dinner before she'd go home. It was a pretty great life. She got paid eighteen dollars an hour, eight or ten hours a day, for something she was almost willing to do for free.
Why wouldn't she? She'd been their neighbor for years, and her first completely inappropriate crush had been Mr Dawson, after watching him mow the lawn without a shirt every weekend. The longer she worked for them, the more she learned that even after all that time she'd really didn't know them at all. Eve pushed away her laptop and got up to check on the baby. Little Christina was only 6 months old, and incredibly adorable. Whenever she was having a bad day she could just watch the infant sleep or gurgle and laugh at the mobile and it would turn it all around. Today that was a blessing, and she was grateful for it, she thought, as she heard the front door slam. She idly wondered which of them had left in a huff. She'd only been able to hear a few words through the walls between the kitchen and here. Last Minute. Career. Understand. So, while Eve didn't know exactly what the fight was about this time, it sounded like it was about the same thing that it always was: Marcy's career.
She was still standing there when Trevor poked his head in. "Marcy has to go out for a last minute thing. A dinner meeting. You're welcome to stay and share the Salmon with me, or you can jet if you have things to do, Evelyn."
She didn't turn to face him right away, but secretly she was happy to be alone with him. She knew that nothing would happen of course. Nothing ever did. He was too good of a person to fall for her charms, no matter how young and pretty she was, and at 22, she was very young and very pretty. Whenever Marcy wasn't around she always tried to find little ways to show that off.
"That sounds great, Mr. D," she said as she turned her head and smiled. "Just let me put away my stuff and grab the baby monitor and I'll be right down.
"Sounds good." He smiled and shut the door, but even after he left, she took a second to bask in the warmth of that smile. She'd tried to put her childish crush away years ago but recently it had all come rushing back, she reflected, as she started to pack up. In college she'd moved on to a series of increasingly unavailable upperclassmen and professors with mixed results. She'd honestly forgotten all about the way that Mr. Dawson and infectious smile made her feel until the day her mother had let her know they were looking for someone to help Mrs. Dawson. Since her maternity leave was ending soon and she was going back to the office to do the whole working mother thing. Eve's mom definitely didn't approve of leaving an infant at home to focus on a career, but Eve had honestly thought it was really smart, at first anyway. It wasn't something she'd ever be able to do, but some women really could do it all.
Once everything was gathered Eve looked at her reflection in the small mirror on the wall and fixed her hair. Her strawberry blond hair went down past her shoulders, framing the pastel sweater that hugged her generous apple sized breasts. It was an outfit that looked like it was supposed to be modest, but it was so tight that all it really did was accentuate the curves. She reached up and undid the top two buttons, allowing the barest hint of cleavage to peek out. She wouldn't have dared to do this with Marcy in the house, but she was gone for the night, and it sounded like Mr. Dawson could use a little eye candy to cheer him up.
Downstairs the table was set for what was clearly supposed to be a romantic meal between a husband and a wife. Eve probably would have gotten in a fight too if she'd gone to all the trouble to set up something like this and her boyfriend or husband had blown her off for some work thing. The table had teriyaki salmon, with rice and broccoli along with a pair of unlit candles and a bottle of rosé.
"Well look at all this Mr. D," she said, "You told me you had tonight covered, but - well, this is a little past covered. You killed it." It was a lovely set up, and Eve felt flattered to be invited to dine with her neighbor like this, even if she knew she wasn't the intended target of the gesture.
"Thanks," he laughed, pouring himself a glass of the wine. He started pouring one for her too, but stopped half way. "Did you want some? It's okay to say no."
"No, I love rosé," she answered smiling, even though she didn't. It just would have been awkward to decline. Eve really only liked shots and fruity drinks where you couldn't taste the alcohol. She had no palette for wine.
After that they both had a pleasant conversation, about anything but the missing Mrs. Dawson. They talked about Eve's classes, and Mr. Dawson's day. They talked about little Christina at length. She honestly didn't care. He could read her calculus textbook and she would still listen to him raptly. His voice just made her go gooey deep down, and she was in no hurry to let it end. All of the teachers she'd dated or fucked at University had great voices too - it was just something she loved in a man.
Of course, she also loved the effect she was having on him too. The more wine he drank, the more she caught him staring at her tits, but she didn't say anything about it. It was enough to know that he thought she was pretty, and when he got up to grab himself a beer it was easy to see by the bulge in his pants that he thought so to. She'd caught plenty of glimpses of his bulge in recent months, and it was clear that his wife was a very lucky woman.
"Well," he said opening his beer bottle with a lighter, "I've got some drinking to do, so you need to--"
"Join you?" she asked expectantly, giggling at the idea even though she already knew what the answer was going to be.
"On a school night young lady?" he laughed, "I don't think so..."
"Please..." she pretended to pout while he looked at her sternly for a few seconds until she eventually relented. "Fine. You take it easy Mr. D." she said as walked over for a hug. This had been a game of theirs for as long as he'd lived next door to them. Something told her that he'd always treat her like she was just a kid in highschool, even if she hadn't been that girl in years.
The hug lingered for longer than it should, and she pressed her breasts against him a little harder than she really had to, but he didn't complain. All too soon the moment was over though, Eve reluctantly let go. The walk home through the back gate was short as always, and Eve smiled as she went to the back door of her parent's house. It had been a better day than she'd expected. She'd made progress on her classes, she'd gotten a lovely dinner, and she'd gotten to spend a little alone time with Mr. D. No, she shook her head correcting herself, Trevor. At work he was Mr. Dawson, but once she was at home he was just Trevor again.
That was the line for her, she decided as she closed the door and started to peel off her sweater and bra. There she had to be professional and treat him like the respectable married man that he was, but once she got home she could do whatever she wanted, even play with her pussy to the memory of those smoldering looks she'd been giving him all evening. A wave of goosebumps moved across her skin and she bit her lip as she thought about those moments, and how she wished he'd decided that maybe he should have her for dessert after such a lovely meal. While she toyed with that fantasy, she slipped out of her leggings and looked at her reflection in the full length mirror, eyeing her body critically.
She was far from perfect, but even if Trevor hadn't been eyeing her all night like a piece of meat, she would have known that she was prettier than Mrs. Dawson. She'd never have the double D's his wife had without surgery of course, but in everything else she was clearly the winner. Not that it was a contest. He was too good of a man to cheat on his wife, which was a shame, because she'd led more than a few married men astray in the last few years, and wrecked at least one marriage in the process just for the thrill of it. She never would have done those things if the men didn't make the first move on her, of course.
The whole night had Eve so on edge that all she wanted to do was bust out her vibe and work out her stress so she could be professional tomorrow. Unfortunately no matter how much she tried to convince herself that her needy little pussy should be the priority, her essay wasn't going to write itself. Reluctantly she left her panties on, and pulled out her laptop. She promised herself that she would reward this hard work in a few hours with an especially vivid fantasy about Trevor and at least two toe curling orgasms, and then she got to work.
The words didn't flow any easier in her house than it had in the Dawson's though, and after an hour and a half of effort her essay on the subtle sexism of Victorian literature in Emma Bovary and Lady Chatterly's Lover had only grown two pages longer. Over there it had been the fights that were throwing her off, but over here it was the horniness. She just couldn't win. Eve shut her computer and was just about to give in to the ache that kept making itself known when she heard something she heard all the time, but never expected to hear in her own room: A baby crying.
It was a common enough sound at her job, because it sounded exactly like Christina. It took Eve's wine addled brain a moment to realize that it was Christina's cry. Specifically it was the higher pitched whine she made when she was hungry. Once she connected the dots it took her only seconds to figure out what had happened. She'd accidentally taken the Dawson's baby monitor home with her. She'd gotten so involved in the cute, almost romantic dinner she'd had with Mr. Dawson, that she'd never taken it out of her bag when she brought it down stairs. She sighed and reached for a tshirt and some sweats. Even off the clock she needed to take care of this. If Mr. Dawson was downstairs watching TV and his wife was still out for her work thing, then the only one that could help that darling little girl was her.
