"That's no problem, Mr Johnson; I'm free tonight. I'll be there at 5 PM." I answered politely on the phone. Jim Johnson was the single father of the two girls I regularly babysat for the last four years. At ten years old, both were half my age and absolute sweethearts.
"You're my saving grace, Jade. It's probably going to be late. Do you want me to take you home or stay the night?" Jim asked. Even though he should know my answer by now, he requested this every time.
"I'll stay the night. The girls always love it when we make breakfast for you in the morning."
Jim laughed and said. "I'm looking forward to it. See you tonight, Jade."
"See you tonight, Mr Johnson." I disconnected the line and looked at the clock on my mobile phone; 3 PM. I walked to the closet, took out a new pair of pyjamas and clean underwear, then went to the bathroom, collected some toiletries, and put them in my rucksack.
I opened the tap to fill the bathtub and started undressing. While taking off my T-shirt, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. I let out a sigh. It's not that I didn't like my body; there were just aspects that I felt could be better. I am tiny, barely 5"3'. My hips could be a bit wider and my waist a bit narrower. Now my body seemed rather shapeless. And although I am slim, my belly could be more aligned. But the thing that bothered me the most was my breasts. They were too small, an A cup, and my nipples were too sensitive, making them stiff at the slightest touch.
I found my face to be the most beautiful part of my body. I have big blue Bambi eyes and full lips. My nose is covered with freckles, a tone darker than my pale skin. And when I laughed, dimples formed in my cheeks. I usually wore my shoulder-length blond hair in a high ponytail.
I pushed down my sweatpants, got into the bath, and let my eyes rest on the razor at the tub's edge. Then, carefully, I allowed my fingers to glide gently over my venus mound, which I had shaved for the first time two days ago. It had left a painful rash, but that seemed to have subsided. It was still not as smooth as my legs. But that didn't matter; it's not like anyone would see it.
I wasn't popular with the boys. I never had a boyfriend. Not that I didn't want one, I had fantasised about it many times. Occasionally, a boy would flirt with me, but I've never gotten further than first base once. Which I later found out was for a bet. It had hurt me, so I was sceptical about the boys' intentions.
I washed and got dressed again in a hoodie and jeans. I looked at the clock again; 4 PM. I put on my coat and started the 3-mile walk. I would be a little early, but that didn't matter; Jim was always happy when I arrived a little early.
When I rang the bell, the girl opened the door. They hugged me warmly and immediately started telling me about their weekend. Jim stood in the living room doorway, looking and smiling kindly. He was still getting ready, and his shirt was only half-buttoned. I could see the dark hairs on his chest. My stomach briefly contracted, and I felt a warm tingling in my chest. They say that men become more handsome with age, which was certainly true of him. At forty-five, he still had an athletic figure, and the grey in his jet-black hair looked good on him. A short beard covered his strong jawline.
"Come on, girls, let Jade come in first. why don't you two show her what we made this afternoon." He smiled at me and said. "Hello, Jade, thanks for coming last minute."
The girls grabbed my hands and dragged me into the living room. I followed swiftly and smiled at Jim. "Hello, Mr Johnson; you're welcome."
Jim rolled his eyes. "Jade, please, how many more times? It's Jim."
I smiled again and said. "Sorry, M-; Jim." He answered me with a warm smile. And damn, he is gorgeous when he smiles.
In the corner of the living room stood a vast Lego house.
The girls told me that they had made it for their dolls and that Jim had promised to finish it with them tomorrow. All they had to do was make the furniture.
I looked up at Jim, who had just closed the last button on his shirt and winked at me.
I smiled back. I always thought that Jim was a good father and secretly hoped I would find a man who was at least as caring one day.
About half an hour later, Jim said to the girls. "Daddy's going to leave; behave yourselves and be in bed by 7 PM. But, of course, I expect you to do everything Jade says without flinching! Especially you, Amy."
The girls nodded, and Amy replied. "Yes, Daddy."
Then he looked at me and said. "Food is in the fridge, and the girls still need to shower. You probably already know the rest. I'll be home late, so I'll probably see you tomorrow morning. Make yourself at home and sleep well."
"Will do, M-; Jim." He smiled again and left. A few hours later, I had made the girls shower, and after I let them swear not to say anything to their dad, they were in their beds by half-past seven. I took my rucksack and went to the spare room, undressing completely and putting on my pyjamas. Unless I had my period, I never wore underwear under my pyjamas. I liked the free feeling it gave me, making me feel sexy, even in those long-sleeved pyjamas like the ones I wear now. I took my pill and went back to the living room.
I nestled on the sofa with a blanket and switched on the TV. There was a romantic film on, which I started to watch, but I dozed off by the first commercial. I straightened up a bit to stay awake but lost the battle a few minutes later.
Hours later, I awakened a bit by a sudden silence followed by solid arms wrapped around me. Jim had come home and was now gently lifting me. His embrace felt pleasant, and I leaned against his shoulder as he carried me upstairs. Slowly I became aware of what was happening, and I felt a blush forming on my cheeks. Embarrassed, I didn't dare to move anymore.
Jim laid me gently in bed, and he pulled his arms out from under me, my top shifted, and I felt the cold air on my stomach. My heart skipped a beat. Realising he could see my belly! Besides, my pyjama top had rubbed my nipples, making them hard. Could he see those too?
