"Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any." – John Callahan
Emily Parsons was feeling great. The late November snow outside the windows was falling slowly, occasionally sticking to the glass and melting before her eyes as she sat in the small breakfast nook slowly sipping her tea. She was bundled up in a deep blue cashmere sweater that matched the color of her eyes with flannel pajama bottoms. Her ward for the evening, the Andrews' 8 year old son, Carl, was busy in the adjacent room playing video games, while she was being paid to relax in the comfort of their spacious kitchen, reading magazines, sipping tea and texting.
She sighed to herself at the picturesque scene before her and turned back to the trash mag she was reading. She lackadaisically flipped the pages not really paying attention to any of it. This was the life.
She'd already made enough money to buy the used mustang convertible she had her eye on, so whatever babysitting money she made from here on was just gravy. Maybe she'd go shopping for some new shoes or clothes or something. Not that she had anyone to wear them for.
Although she'd had more than a few interested guys she could have chosen from, Emily was enjoying being single. There was something so exciting about not being tied down to one guy. And though she rarely shut the door on opportunity if it knocked (and if opportunity said the right things, and had a fat cock, she might just have to let it in), she was still happy with the freedom that being single afforded her.
Just then Emily's cell phone buzzed. She looked and saw that her best friend Danie had texted her, 'hey hottie!' Emily laughed.
Emily had met Danie a few months earlier when they'd bumped into eachother, literally. Emily had accidentally rear ended Danie. She'd been pulling out of a spot at the local Starbucks, Danie had been in Emily's blind spot, and fate had slammed the two girls into eachother's lives. Since that moment they'd been inseparable. They saw eachother almost every day.
Emily wasn't generally into girls, but if she had been then Danie would have been at the top of her list. Aside from being wildly sexy, Danie was just plain wild. She was always convincing Emily to do things she would never have even considered. Emily wasn't a prude, but Danie was a wild child. And she was also hot. When the two of them passed a group of guys together, there was enough wood to build a cabin.
'hey what r u up to?' Emily texted back.
'Bored. Free?'
'Stuck bbsitting. Hang this weekend?'
'yup. You gonna take me out on the town?' Danie replied.
'am I gonna get lucky?'
'☺'
Emily sipped her tea and looked out the window again. After flipping through a couple magazines she'd already read, she walked into the living room where Carl was busy shooting zombies.
"Everything alright Carl?" she said over the din of machine gun fire.
"What?" he called out over his shoulder.
"You ok?" she yelled. "Do you need anything?!"
"I'm ok," he mumbled, completely focused on the game.
And just as Emily was going to ask him if he wanted a snack the doorbell rang. At least she thought it was the doorbell. It could have been some sound effect of Zombies getting their heads blown off, but she didn't think that sounded like windchimes. It rang again.
"I'm coming," Emily called out. Walking over to the front door Emily unlocked and opened it and saw two teenagers fiercely making out. The girl was leaning against the doorbell. Turning to see that they were being watched, both quickly stopped and blushed a little and Emily saw that, though she didn't know the girl, the boy was the Andrews' other son Mark.
Emily and Mark had been in highschool together. Well, sort of. He was a couple years below her, and they hadn't really spent anytime around eachother. She'd been the cheerleading captain, prom queen, homecoming queen etc. etc., and Mark had been on the other side of the social spectrum. AV club, chess club, math club. Not that Emily had anything against him for that, she'd just never spent any time in his social circle. Or he in hers.
But she saw that now he wasn't the dweebish nerd he'd been before. He'd filled out a bit and started dressing better. Good, she thought. College seems to have had a good effect on the kid.
"Hi. Um...Hi Emily," he said, still blushing from being caught. "Are my parents home?"
"Nope," she replied, letting the two teenagers past her into the living room. "Just me and the zombie killer."
"Hey squirt," Mark said ruffling Carl's hair.
"Hey," Carl replied, still entranced by his game.
Emily walked over to the cute brunette who had just been plastered to Mark's face. "Hi. I'm Emily. I'm the babysitter."
"I'm not a baby!" Carl called out.
"Hi. I'm Sarah. I'm Mark's...friend."
"Yeah," Mark said, walking over to the two girls, "I needed to drop off some laundry and stuff so I thought I'd show Sarah the house."
"Are you staying here tonight," Emily asked the pair.
"We're...we're not sure," Sarah said, "I mean it kinda depends."
Mark blushed deeper. His cheeks were now nearly crimson.
"Okay, well, you're folks aren't gonna be back until later tonight. Your Dad has a function out of town," Emily said smiling and leaning against the back of the couch. Crossing her arms beneath her she cocked her head at Mark and Sarah and asked, "So. How long have you two been together?"
"We –" they said at the same time. Sarah jumped in first. "We're not really together."
"Yeah," Mark said, "we're just friends."
"With benefits?" Emily laughed.
"No, I mean, well..." Mark replied blushing. "We live across the hall from eachother."
Emily eyed the two of them. Both still awkward from being caught kissing. God they were so innocent looking. Like freshly fallen snow. Was she ever that innocent? She hoped not.
"That's cute," Emily said. An awkward moment of silence passed before she walked back towards the kitchen. "If you need anything, I'll be in here."
Over the next hour or so Emily could hear the two coeds giggling on the staircase, or in the laundry room. To entertain herself she casually and quietly followed them around the house. Just curious. It was either that or listen to Carl playing his games. And it was interesting to think of Mark Andrews as having a girlfriend. A pretty cute one too. Sarah wasn't really hot, but she was definitely cute. Shoulder length brown hair, freckles on her cheeks, cute figure with small perky tits. Mark must be flying high, she thought. She didn't think he'd dated anyone in high school. And then the first week of college...
Not that she was surprised. She could definitely see serious improvement in his looks. But the way he had been kissing Sarah when she'd opened the door was less than ideal. Like watching a zombie devour its meal face first.
Emily walked up the stairs and saw that Mark's bedroom light was on. Stepping lightly so as not to make a sound she walked over to the door and pressed her ear to it. Hearing nothing at first, Emily was just about to abandon her ploy when she heard the sound of lips smacking.
"Mmmm, kiss me slower Mark," Sarah's voice said.
"Slower?" Mark mumbled.
"Yeah, just don't put so much of your tongue in my mouth. It's...not good."
