Bridgett
I was hired in the spring of 1965 as the nanny of two of the most precious little girls. Mr. and Mrs. Swanson were two, what were called hippies at the time that had made a fortune by skill and a lot of luck. At least that's what they told me when I was hired. They confessed that drugs and free love had given them some insight that allowed them to capitalize on an idea and just like that the money poured in. How or what the idea was they wouldn't share. I suspect it was more likely parents died and left them a bundle. However they came to it they had lots of money and were willing to share it. A great house, expensive cars, a cook and a tutor for the two little three year olds were just some of their expenses. Oh...and me, I'm Bridgett the nanny.
My duties were basically to care for the little girls on a daily basis. Wednesday through Sunday I was on duty from seven in the morning until bedtime which varied but was normally eight or so. I had my own apartment over the garage. I had a fully equipped apartment, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and a living room. With my free time, Mondays and Tuesdays I was free to use the pool or the gymnasium even the entertainment room in the big house. The salary was generous and with the free rent and most of my meals included I was able to put a goodly share of money away each month. I was quite happy with my work. The children were a delight and both parents treated me with respect.
That was until I found a porn video stuck in with a bunch of other tapes in the book shelve. It was a Monday evening, Mr. and Mrs. had gone out to dinner. They had hired a babysitter for the girls and she was told to stay with the little ones so she was sleeping on a cot in their bedroom. I was inexperienced in the ways of sex and here was a movie about it. The temptation was too great. I knew it was wrong but what could I do? I watched the whole thing. Parts were very entertaining and parts were not. When I went to bed that night I just had to spend some time touching myself until I reached the plateau and plunged over the other side. Oh hell...I fingered myself until I had an outstanding climax. Then I slept great.
Wednesday morning the little girls and I were having a midmorning snack when Mrs. Swanson walked in the kitchen. "After your snack could you take the girls out to the garden so they can run and you and I might be able to have a bit of a chat? Say maybe in the next fifteen minutes or so?" Something about her voice or tone worried me. Was she going to fire me? What had I done? I was really worried. I loved my job and those children. All I could do was agree and hope it was just my imagination. Mrs. Swanson and I had always gotten along very well. She had given me many compliments over the past six months.
Sunshine and Moonbeam were running around in circles as Mrs. Swanson came out and sat next to me on the bench. Twisting her body so she could face me she told me what she had to say. "I see you watched one of Mr.'s videos the other night." I opened my mouth and before I could say a word, she pressed a finger against my lips. "Don't talk just yet. I know you did because it wasn't back in the place where I left it the night before. Now before you say anything, be sure you tell me the truth. I will not accept lies or falsehoods. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head yes I understood. I also understood that my wonderful job was on the line and I had better be truthful. "Now did you watch that movie?" I couldn't look her in the eyes. I was feeling so ashamed of myself. I nodded yes. "Did you watch the whole thing?" Again I nodded yes. "Did you like it? And I want the truth. Don't just nod your head. Now it's the time for you to talk to me." I could feel my face burning. "Look at me Bridgett." I forced myself to look at her. "Well did you like it?"
"Yes...I liked most of it. I'm sorry for having done it. It was something I shouldn't have done. Please don't fire me. I love your girls. I love my job. Please." And I started to cry. Big tears rolled down my cheeks.
Sunshine noticed and ran to me. She stopped in front of us and started to cry also. "Why is Bridgett crying Momma? Did she hurt herself? Kiss her and make it better." By now Moonbeam was crying to and trying to hug me.
Mrs. wrapped her arms around me, kissed me on the cheek and lifted my head and kissed me on the mouth. Not a little kiss a real kiss. I felt her tongue slid across my lips. "No, Bridgett didn't fall down and hurt herself. Just a little problem and Bridgett is feeling much better. Right Bridgett... is everything better now?" I had gained control of my emotions and smiled at the twins. With my smile they ran away forgetting the episode just that quickly.
"We love the way you care for our girls. Mr. is so pleased with your conduct and would be unhappy if you should leave us. How about I come to your apartment tonight and we can talk some more? Maybe around nine, would that be okay? After the little ones are asleep?" How could I say no? I told her that would wonderful. I would bake something and we could have coffee. She just looked at me with the strangest expression. "Yes something sweet would be perfect."
At nine there was the knock on my door as expected. I had baked a pecan pie. It was one of my specialties. Everyone said I made the best pecan pie in the world. I offered Mrs. a seat at my kitchen table. I didn't have a dining room in my apartment. I cut two generous slices and put one before the lady and asked her if she preferred coffee, tea or milk.
"You are what I prefer but we can talk about that after we have the pie."
I didn't understand what Mrs. meant and let it pass by without any answer.
Mrs. licked her fork clean after cleaning her plate. "That was so very delicious. Where did you ever learn to make it?" I opened my mouth to respond when she said, "Never mind about that. I have other questions that need answers."
"I'll try to answer whatever you want Mrs."
"Did you enjoy the movie that you watched from my husband's collection?"
