A couple of months after I started having sex with Jeff, one of the fathers that 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 womanizer like Jeff. Kathy was very well put together and rather attractive. As a couple, they were an odd match. Kathy could have done much better but then again maybe it was their mutual interest in the church that brought them together. I reflected on my parents as they were also an odd match.
I babysat for them a couple of times without any issues. As I became 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 it was also 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 as it was one of those throw couches and it would take too much time to straighten out...not to mention any stains. And finally, my boyfriend only used the back door so he wouldn't be seen by 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 already had sex twice that evening but my boyfriend pushed for more, one more time. 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 was 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, disheveled looking, and out of breath. My hair had that "just fucked" look also. 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 quiet, 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.
"I know you had a boy in the house this evening," she abruptly broke the silence.
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.
Awe shit, I was busted big time. All I could think about was how much trouble I was in now. That selfish jerk, I told him 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 was of legal age and an adult so there was no need to bring my parents into this.
But then came the knockout punch...
"I also know you have been having sex with Jeff...but don't worry your secret is safe with me."
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.
She reached over and held my hand softly. I was confused and looked up at her. I couldn't help but think how well put together she was. She was wearing an expensive-looking low cut black dress with high heels. 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 OK...really...it is..." With that she leaned in and kissed me right on the lips.
What the fuck, I certainly didn't see that coming. I pulled back in surprise but after a momentary pause, she kissed me again. I didn't know what to do as this was the last thing I expected her to do, so I kissed her back.
