This is a work of fiction, even though some experiences may have actually happened. This story involves a Mormon high school senior losing her virginity to her boss, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Do you know those stories where a single father seduces his babysitter? Well, this isn't one of those. In fact, it was me who seduced him. I guess I should back up a bit and tell you about us and how we got to that point before I go too far into details.
My name is Amy Miller. I have never caused my parents any trouble, and I got decent grades in school (a B average for my high school grades). I was in my senior year the first time that Bill asked me to babysit his children. Bill Smith's wife had died suddenly about a year before, and he was left alone with two small children to raise. Beth was three years old and Tommy was two years old. Both of them were sweethearts, and they loved their daddy very much. I knew them from church, as Bill went to the same ward as where my parents and I went.
I really had no ambitions to go to college, and I have always believed that the highest calling a woman could strive for was to be a good wife and mother (and I still do believe that). Yes, I know. That isn't typical for most teenage girls in America. But then, I probably wasn't a typical teenage girl. I had loved Bill for a long time. The way he was with his children made him an ideal husband and father in my eyes.
I had known his wife, Mary, as well, before she died, but she had always seemed somewhat stand-offish to me. It was probably my imagination, but it seemed as if she thought she was better than others. Then again, I shouldn't say anything. Those were my thoughts, and not necessarily how she felt. She just seemed distant, but maybe that was due to other factors.
When Mary died, Bill was heartbroken. There were several women who tried to ease their way into his life, but he wasn't ready for another relationship. He brought his children to church, but other than that, we didn't see him much. Mary's mother took care of the children most days while Bill was at work, and he and his children mostly spent their evenings alone at home.
A little over a year after Mary died was the first time Bill asked me to babysit his children. He had some sort of evening business meeting that he had to attend. He knew me from church, and he knew that I was good with children, since I worked in the nursery at church. Besides that, his two children also knew me, and they liked me. I didn't need any other recommendations.
I showed up at their home an hour before I actually had to be there. Bill was surprised, but when I explained that I did it so he could get ready to leave without having to worry about the children, he was really pleased. He told me, "Thank you," before he left for his Friday night meeting. The evening went smoothly. I played with the children, fed them dinner and gave them baths before bed time. Then, I read them a bed time story before tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. I knew that it would be late before Bill came home, so I brought a book with me to keep me busy.
When Bill returned home, it was late (as in well after midnight). Luckily, he had texted me that he would be running late because of the meeting, so I wasn't worried about him. When he finally rolled in, we talked for a bit. He was a total gentleman, and we mainly talked about the children and what he did for a living. He was very impressed with how his two children seemed to love me, and I told him the feeling was mutual. After all, what was not to love about these two little cuties?
The more we talked, the more I was attracted to him as well. Bill was very handsome, and he was extremely gentle as well. That seemed to me to be a rare combination. The fact that he was also single made him that much more desirable to me. In addition, he seemed to be very interested in me and he wanted to know all about my future plans. I told him that I wanted to be a good wife and mother, that I thought that was my calling in life. I told him that my greatest ambition was to find a good man who would love me for all eternity. He asked how I would find that man, and I told him that I may have already found him.
Some people worry about age difference between men and women as something of a big deal, but I didn't see it that way. Even though I was still in high school, I was technically an adult. Therefore, I should be allowed to choose any available man to be my mate. From what I could see, Bill ticked all of the requirements that I had for a potential husband. The fact that he already had two children was just proof that he would be a good father to however many future children we had together.
So, I started to think about how I could convince him that I would be a good choice for a wife and a good mother to his children. As we talked, I formulated my plans. I told him that I would be graduating in a week or so, and that I would be happy to take care of his children for him. He immediately said that he couldn't afford a full-time babysitter, to which I just smiled.
"I didn't say that I wanted money," I said. "I love Tommy and Beth, and I would be honored to allowed to care for them."
Bill was astounded. At first, he didn't know what to say. "Can I think about it and get back to you?" he asked. I could see that he was very conflicted. He wasn't sure that he was ready for another woman in his life, but his mother-in-law had told him that she couldn't take care of the children much longer because she had plans for the summer. Then again, I didn't know that at the time.
"Of course," I replied. "I won't be available for about another week anyway." Our conversation soon ended, and I walked back to my parents' home. My mother was still up waiting for me. "Hi, Mom." I greeted her.
We sat and talked for a while, and of course I told her about the offer I had made to Bill. She listened to me, and then she asked, "Are you sure that you want to make this commitment?"
I told her that I was sure, and that I hoped that it would turn into more than just babysitting. She was, of course, curious about my feelings toward Bill, and I was completely honest with her. Again, she patiently listened and then replied, "Amy, it sounds like you know your heart and your mind. I have nothing bad to say about Bill because I think he is one of the sweetest men that I know. Just make sure that you think clearly about what you do and how it will affect your future." After we finished our discussion, I went up to bed.
It had been a long day, and I wanted to shower before going to bed. I couldn't believe how good the water felt as it cascaded down over my body. I set about scrubbing myself clean, and as my hands wandered over my breasts, I was surprised at how erect my nipples were. I thought about it, and I concluded that the thoughts I had that evening about Bill had turned me on. When I touched the folds of my pussy, that was confirmed.
I had always been happy with my body. My mother was still an attractive woman with a great shape even in her forties, so I knew that I had good genetics. I was 5'6'' tall, and weighed 115 lbs. My measurements were 34C-22-34, so I had a good shape. I had a girl-next-door look, not quite a beauty queen, but also far from ugly. I had dates in high school, but I never had a steady boyfriend. I had just never before been attracted in that way.
After I showered and dried myself, I looked at myself in the mirror. Would Bill find me attractive? I certainly hoped so. My tummy was flat and my breasts were nicely rounded. I had been shaving my pubic hair since was 13 and it first started to grow in. I didn't want it to ever show when I wore a swimming suit, and I actually liked the look and feel of a smooth pussy. So, when I was 16, I had my pubic hair lasered (with my mother's permission). It actually took three treatments before the effect was permanent, and now I no longer had to worry about pubic hair because it no longer grew back. I had heard that men liked this in a woman, but I had no idea if that was true. For me, though, it just felt cleaner and looked better.
I put on my nightie and crawled into my bed. I was still somewhat aroused, and I couldn't help but touch myself after I was under the sheet. My thoughts were of Bill, and I imagined him in bed with me. My hand became his hand and he was tweaking my nipples. I felt funny in my pussy, and I was a little surprised when I realized how wet I was down there. The first touch sent shivers through my body as I imagined him stroking me there.
