I was in my first year at college. I was lucky in one respect to be living at home with my parents. It saved having to rent somewhere and as I needed to study it meant I didn't have to work in bars or as a waitress in the evenings. My boyfriend Pete was sharing a house with three other guys and as he had his own room we found plenty of time for sex. He was only the second guy I'd had although I had played with maybe six cocks in total. I stayed over the odd night at Pete's place but usually went home. With four lads living together you can well imagine that house work was not high on their list. Men always seem to miss the toilet when urinating! We did the usual round of parties and clubs and our social life was typical of most students. I was studying nursing and Pete was doing an engineering degree. He was in his final year and we were geared towards getting married while still pursuing our careers. We were in love. I had no doubt about that. Everything about us was just as it should be. We were extremely comfortable around each other. We had a lot of shared interests and a wide circle of friends. Pete is a strapping 6' 2", dark haired, broad shoulders and blue eyes. His smile makes all the women drool, I have watched amused as girls have thrown themselves at him and loved the way he would gently refuse them in a most pleasant manner without making them feel bad. Indeed, some of our friends have tried it on with him too.
My name is Jennifer. I am 5'8". I'm a natural platinum blonde with brown eyes. I love my body and I do not mean to sound full of myself when I say that. I have 36c firm breasts; keep fit in the gym and run every day. My long legs look good in a short skirt. Pete says I'm perfect and I love the way he worships my body. He spends ages touching and licking me and I don't complain! Men chat me up all the time and some of our friends have tried it on with me too but they have always been politely refused. At nineteen I am an only child and my parents dote on me without spoiling me. My previous relationship lasted three months, we were young 17 year olds and lost our virginities to each other, it was more of a series of fumbles really. With Pete it was more falling in love and wanting to make love. We gradually tried different positions and oral which I loved giving and receiving. We wanted no other and the thought of playing the field a bit more never entered my head.
I made money from giving tuition to neighbours kids and from babysitting. Babysitting was great. The kids were normally in bed by the time the parents went out and it meant I could study while earning some extra cash. There was one family in particular who I loved sitting for. Steve and Amalia live in the road behind my parents' house and they have a beautiful two year old girl called Valeria. They go out maybe once or twice a month and only have me sit for them. Amalia always tell me I'm the only one she trusts with her princess. Amalia is Italian. She met Steve when he was on vacation in Italy, they fell in love and she moved here when they married. She has those dark Latin looks. Jet black hair and olive skinned. Steve is of Irish descent but actually looks Italian with his dark curly hair and brown eyes. They usually go out for a meal and maybe a few drinks and are always home by midnight. On rare occasions they would ask me to stay later or even overnight, if they were taking in a club. They pay extremely well. At first they would call me a few times a night to see if all was ok but as they got used to me they stopped calling altogether. I called them once when Valeria had a high temperature and they came home immediately. I think it showed them how responsible I am. Steve always insisted on walking me home even though I lived just around the corner. The odd time he had too much to drink Amalia would walk me instead. When I would stay over Amalia would make us a breakfast of cheeses and freshly made bread rolls. The smell of the bread would wake me up. We would chat for ages. She was interested in my studies and would tell me I'd be a fantastic nurse. She thought I wanted to be a children's nurse but I wanted to do general nursing. I never brought Pete with me when I babysat, I know most girls do but I really wanted to be sure the children were ok. Amalia and Steve had met Pete a few times when he picked me up or dropped me off at their house. Amalia said, 'he's cute but don't tell Steve I said that!'
Her accent was lovely and she would often confuse words like 'chicken' when she actually meant 'Kitchen'. I would laugh and she would feign embarrassment. They were both good fun and laughed a lot. I often thought they'd be fun to go out with, me, Pete and them. I said so on one occasion and Amalia said, 'That would be nice, we must try and arrange it sometime. Don't know who'd babysit though, unless my Mom was visiting.'
Pete and I were to go to a friend's house for a party one Saturday night. We were looking forward to it but on the morning of the party Amalia called.
'Jennifer, I know it's a lot to ask but Steve has been promoted and there is a function tonight to celebrate. Is there any way you could sit for us?'
I was looking forward to the party but I could tell by her voiced that she was counting on me to sit for them. It was obviously important and after a few moments I agreed. I called Pete and he was really pissed with me. It didn't help that he had the house to himself that night and I was spending the night with him. To make matters worse, Steve and Amalia would not be home until 2am. Pete eventually calmed down but not until he said I put them before him. I said I would go to his place on Sunday morning and this seemed to placate him some more.
Amalia was delighted and apologised for the short notice again. On Saturday I arrived at about 7pm. Steve was ready and waiting. He thanked me for sitting and told me of his promotion. He was excited and kept checking his watch as I played with Valeria.
'Amalia' he called for the fifth or sixth time.
'Almost there', came the reply.
When she finally did come down we both said 'wow'. She was dressed in a beautiful black dress. It had a lace top which showed just the right amount of cleavage. The dress stopped just above the knee. Black stockings, black heels and she looked a million dollars. Her hair was immaculate, hanging loose. She could always manage to apply make-up perfectly. They made a beautiful couple. A cab was waiting outside and she gave me the usual instructions.
'If there are any problems, call me at anytime.'
They thanked me again, kissed Valeria and they were off.
At two thirty the noise of the key in the door startled me from my sleep. I had been watching a late movie and fell asleep on the sofa. Steve was in high spirits and Amalia was a little tipsy. Steve went up to check on Valeria and didn't return.
'He's more tired than anything; he's out for the count.' Amalia said after checking to see where he had got to.
'Will you join me in a glass of wine? I really fancy one'.
I got a couple of glasses while she fetched the bottle and we sat on the sofa. She took a couple of sips and sat back.
'Did you have a nice time?' I asked as I took a sip.
They had a great night and on the way home stopped off at a bar to loosen up. She told me about all the people who were there. She had a great way of telling stories and before long we were onto a second bottle of wine.
'Now, tell the truth,' she said, 'you had plans for tonight didn't you?'
I told her about the party and tried to tell her that I really wasn't that pushed about going. She saw through the lie and gave me a hug.
'I'm so sorry Jennifer.' She said as she hugged me tighter. 'You are so good to give up your night for me.'
