Suzy watched the little child sleeping on the floor. This was the third time this week that Mr Barnes had been late in picking up his daughter from day-care. The first time Mrs Henley had stayed behind, but the last two times it had been Suzy who volunteered. She liked little Emily Barnes and couldn’t stand the way Mrs Henley treated the poor child. It wasn’t her fault that her dad was a lousy timekeeper.
It was nearly eight now and the day-care closed at six. Mr Barnes still hadn’t called and Suzy was wondering if she should call the police. Just as she was thinking that she saw the headlights of a car pull up outside. She went to open the door and Mr Barnes stood there with an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry Suzy,” he said. “I was stuck in a telephone conference with the Far East and they went on and on and on… Thank you for staying with Emily. She likes you much better than that old crow Mrs Henley.”
Suzy admonished him lightly, but she agreed with little Emily. She’d only taken this job after high school since she didn’t want to go to college and the secretarial school course hadn’t happened. She wasn’t planning on working in the church day-care for the rest of her life.
“I didn’t see your car outside,” Mr Barnes said. “Do you want a ride?”
“My car is in the shop,” Suzy admitted. “I was supposed to be there before they closed at 8.”
“I’m really sorry,” Mr Barnes apologised again. “And I bet you haven’t eaten either.”
“No.”
“OK, I need to get Emily into bed, but I’ll call for a Chinese right now and by the time we get to my place and Emily’s sleeping the Chinese will be there. Please let me treat you.”
Suzy wasn’t sure about going to Mr Barnes’ house, but she was hungry and Chinese was her favourite food. What could happen? Mr Barnes was 20 years older than her 18 years, a widower and father of little Emily. He’d been a member of her church for as long as she could remember. And it was only a quick walk from his house to her parents’ house where she still lived. She agreed to go with him.
Half an hour later they each sat with a pair of chopsticks on Mr Barnes’ couch and laughed together. Mr Barnes was great company. Suzy thought that he acted much younger than his age. He was kind of good looking too, for an older guy.
“So what are you going to do now that you’ve graduated?” he asked her. “Are you intending to have a career in childcare?”
“I don’t know what I want to do,” Suzy admitted. “The day-care is OK for a bit of pocket money. But I don’t want to work there forever. If I have to wipe too many snotty noses I’m going to be put off from having kids of my own for life.”
“Do you want kids?”
“Oh yeah. I want to get married and then I want to stop working and concentrate on raising a family.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Mr Barnes hand rested on Suzy’s arm.
“Not yet,” Suzy blushed. “I wasn’t allowed to date before I was 18 and I haven’t met any nice boys since my birthday.”
“You know, nice boys aren’t always what’s best for nice girls,” Mr Barnes said and stroked Suzy’s arm.
“What do you mean?” Suzy’s voice was a whisper. She was feeling things she’d never felt before, things that good girls surely weren’t supposed to feel until they got married!
“I mean,” Mr Barnes leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I mean that nice boys don’t know how to make nice girls happy.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re not real men yet. It takes a real man to satisfy a nice girl.”
“How do they do that?” Suzy was still whispering, her breath caught in her throat and she was barely able to think straight. All she could think of was the warm breath that was caressing her neck.
“I’ll show you,” Mr Barnes whispered and his lips closed in on Suzy’s neck, sucking on it and running his tongue in circles inside the suction of his lips.
Suzy moaned out loud with pleasure. “Oh please Mr Barnes, don’t stop!”
He chuckled. “I don’t intend to.”
He picked her up and carried her to a bedroom with a huge king-sized bed. He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket.
“First Suzy, you take your clothes off for me.”
Suzy hesitated.
“Don’t make me rip them off you! You’ll have a hard time explaining that to your parents.”
Suzy shivered at the tone of his voice, which was kind, but very firm. She was coming back to her senses now, but there was no way of getting out of there. Mr Barnes leaned against the door and the key was in his trouser pocket. She had no way of getting to it.
“Now.”
He was looking determined, he was not going to let her change her mind. Suzy zipped up her skirt and stepped out of it. Mr Barnes nodded encouragingly. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall on top of the skirt. She stood in front of him in nothing but her white, lace-edged, bra and matching panties. Her eyes pleaded with him to let her leave them on, but one glance from him told her that she had to finish what she’d started. She slowly unclasped her bra, revealing the full and firm d-cup breasts that spent most days inside sports bras and all other days hidden away by baggy blouses. She then let her panties fall, showing off blonde curls to match her hair.