The Babysitter (Corrected)
She gave a light tap on the door, knowing that there was a baby in the house probably trying to sleep. The tapping was loud enough to alert the child's mother who was sat in her living room. The house had been silent so the sound startled the young mother who, up to now, had been playing through the infinite possibilities of the night ahead in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more nervous and edgy she made herself.
At least her 3 year old son, Callum, had drifted off to sleep without too much bother. It felt like the young boy somehow knew his mother was going out on a real date for the first time since separating from his father and wanted to do what he could to help. The separation had been hard on Kerry. It had happened just 3 months into the pregnancy. She suspected that the sight of her ever growing 'baby bump' scared Jason (her boyfriend of 2 years and Callum's father) away.
What made it worse was how connected she had felt to him, at 25 years of age she lost her virginity to this man who, she thought, would be around forever, no matter what. However the 'no matter what' part didn't seem to include a positive pregnancy test. He'd left his seed in Kerry and ran. It was then up to Kerry to raise their child alone and for the first time in her life she'd felt
really
alone. Of course that wasn't the case, her mother and father had been there for her when it mattered most and the last couple of years of motherhood had given her some of the best moments in her life.
Tonight Kerry was set to meet Stewart, a man she'd met on Facebook through a friend of a friend. After weeks of online chatting she had learned a lot about the man. They shared similar tastes in music and movies and he hadn't been put off by the fact that Kerry had a son. The first time they arranged to speak on the phone had been nerve racking but tonight, as she awaited the arrival of the babysitter, she was in a whole new stratosphere of panic.
Lucy was the daughter of a good friend of Kerry's. She only lived 5 houses along the street from her and, according to her friend, Lucy was happy to sit on the sofa watching DVDs while Kerry went out with her new man. Especially with a £7.50 reward!
Lucy waited at the door for Kerry to let her in. She had to be persuaded by her mother to come here tonight.
"Do it as a favour for me," she had said. "Kerry's been through so much and she's finally found the nerve to date again. All you have to do is sit on the sofa and watch the telly for a couple of hours!"
Later that day Lucy heard her mother on the phone declaring how happy her daughter would be to baby-sit! It wasn't the money that had convinced her to accept the job; it was her mother's plea, who can refuse a favour to dear old mummy anyway?
As it was only a short walk to Kerry's house Lucy hadn't felt the need to dress up or anything, no point in tarting herself up for a night on the sofa. With that in mind Lucy wore a low-cut white tank top and a thigh length black and white striped denim skirt with a wide white belt that had a round buckle at the front. A simple pair of sandals finished off the outfit. She had pulled her dark shoulder length hair back into a ponytail. She looked at herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall and smiled at what she saw. At 5 feet and 5 inches Lucy could be described as petite. Small in height and in build made her look younger than her 19 years. If she felt like wearing her old school uniform she would easily pass as a year 11 student.
Looking young was great but sometimes she wished she looked more like a woman than a girl. She had small breasts that sat pert and proud on her slim chest. Her flat stomach was lucky considering her lack of exercise and her junk food addiction. Her legs were also slim, not ultra skinny by any means; they looked nicely toned right the way up to her thighs and bum. It was a beautiful figure that could be the envy of any young woman.
She wasn't dressed for a special occasion, but, like most girls her age, she still wanted to look nice (sexy if possible.) Even if it was only for a quick walk followed by a night of nothing, and when the door opened and Lucy saw Kerry for the first time she was extremely glad she had made at least a little effort to look good.
Kerry was beautiful; no other word Lucy could think of did this woman justice. She looked around 5 feet 7 inches tall with long blonde hair that hung right down to the middle of her back. Kerry was clearly dressed to impress and Lucy envied the man who would be her date.
She was wearing a gorgeous black dress which managed to be revealing without looking slutty. It had a low-cut V-shaped top with the point of the V ending just below and between her ample breasts, low enough to reveal there was no bra under the thin clothing. Lucy imagined that it would be very easy to accidentally expose a nipple in a dress like this. The dress hugged her slim body down to just above her hips. Here, the skirt part of the dress flared out and hung loosely around her thighs.
"Lucy? Are you ok?" Kerry's voice seemed far away.
"Yes, sorry, my mind ran away with me for a second, yes I'm Lucy, my mum said you needed me tonight." Lucy replied trying to look Kerry in the face rather than her breasts.
"That's fine sweetie," Kerry said with a laugh. "Come on inside, I really appreciate you coming tonight, my mother was going to baby-sit for me but she hasn't been well this past week."
When Kerry turned around Lucy saw that the dress was backless with a single strap running around her neck and fastening with an ornate looking clasp over the nape of her neck.
Lucy followed Kerry through the door and nudged in closed with her bum. As Kerry walked towards the living room Lucy's eyes dropped down from her bare back to the short hemline of the dress, settling on the tops of the young mother's thighs. It was only a small amount of material that bridged the gap from her bare lower back to the hemline but right now Lucy would've killed for a peek through the skirt.
She had known in her heart about her feelings towards her own gender for years, since she was no more than 13 years old and sat with her legs apart busily bringing herself to her first real orgasm while watching the hot female presenter of kids TV. But outside of those special circumstances her feelings were well hidden. As she grew up she would stare at boys her age as well as men on the TV. She would watch wrestling with her dad and look at hulking biceps and arses as well as the bulges between the legs of the guys in Lycra trying to feel
something
. But it was no use. She had even had boyfriends, she had spent time behind the science department up against the wall with a guy darting his tongue in her mouth while sliding his hand up and under her school skirt to caress her buttocks, but she felt numb to the feelings of pleasure the schoolboy was desperately trying to give her.