I returned to university the week before the start of classes. I was going to be a part-time nanny for John and Cathy, and we felt it best that I get comfortable before the frantic registration week.
I'd been in regular email contact with Cathy, and knew they would meet me at the train station. I was so excited to be returning that I must have spent half the trip in the bathroom, masturbating. John, a university professor, was widely believed to be the sexiest man on campus; and Cathy was simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. If that wasn't enough, I was pretty certain that they both wanted to make love to me. Last time I'd met them, I'd been interviewing for the nanny position and had been trying to make the sort of impression I expected they wanted. This time, I wanted to get their attention. My short blonde hair was in curls, makeup subdued but carefully applied, my 32-B breasts in a push-up bra under a low-cut blouse to show them at their best, a short skirt barely hiding white lace panties, and stiletto heels to accentuate my legs -- though I could never hope they'd look as good as Cathy's.
When we stopped at the platform, I could see both John and Cathy waiting, with their toddler, Kevin, in a stroller. I grabbed my shoulder bag and let the conductor hand me down from the car, as he casually looked up my skirt. As John took my bag with one hand and hugged me with the other, planting a kiss on my cheek, I casually let my left hand brush his crotch. He grinned as he drew back, but just said "Hi Christie, welcome back."
Then Cathy had me in an embrace. Just as when we'd parted four months ago, she kissed me full on the lips -- but this time, when her tongue darted forth, I opened my lips and kissed her back deeply. We broke off and she stepped back, a little flushed. I looked at them both. John with his dark wavy hair, muscular looks, ready smile -- and now with a bulge in the front of his pants. Cathy with her waist-length black hair, slightly Eurasian features, and the most beautiful tits and longest legs I'd ever seen. Though she was slightly shorter than me, she'd more than made up the difference with heels 2" taller than mine, and her skirt was shorter and blouse lower. Even in her 5th month of pregnancy, and showing noticeably, she looked gorgeous.
"Welcome back, Christie -- is this all you have?" she asked.
"No, I have a big trunk that should be coming along any moment. Let's have a seat while we wait for it -- your back must be killing you. Are you sure you should be wearing those heels at this point?"
"Whose nanny are you anyway?" she laughed.
"I'm Kevin's nanny -- and yours if you need it!"
John laughed, and said, "I hope you can pull it off. She won't listen to me."
As Cathy took a seat, she said, "You're right. I shouldn't wear heels, but I wanted to look good for you. I am going to have to stop wearing shoes like this, though."
I bent down to Kevin's level and looked him in the eye. "Hi, Kevin, do you remember me?"
He just hid his head in his hands and giggled. At 18 months, I knew he had some vocabulary, but I also knew he wouldn't remember me, as we'd met only once almost a quarter of his life ago.
"Well, I'm Christie, and I'm going to help your Mommy and Daddy look after you for a while."
We chatted for a while about the past summer, waiting for my luggage. Despite their welcome, there was a tension in the air -- and strangely it didn't seem to be over me. Both of them would chat happily to me, but they didn't seem to be talking to each other. I wasn't sure what was going on, but they still seemed to want me -- in all senses of the word -- so I figured it would work out.
When the baggage handlers brought in my trunk, John's eyes goggled.
"No wonder, you only needed ONE piece of luggage!"
"Oh, really, it's not that bad. After all, I knew I didn't need the kitchen sink. Besides which: it's got wheels! It's not even full, and the rest is almost entirely clothes."
"Oh, yes. Women and clothes..."
"OK, I admit that there's a bit more fabric in most of my outfits than the ones I've seen Cathy wear."
Now it was Cathy's turn to sputter: "Not ALL my outfits are skimpy, you know!"
John agreed. "Absolutely! You should see the dress she wore to her grandmother's funeral -- which she still has -- it reached almost to the knee!"
"But it was VERY heavy," Cathy almost pleaded, "and it showed no cleavage at all."
We all laughed, and John and Cathy shared a smile for the first time since I'd arrived. Then John suggested I take my shoulder bag back, Cathy could take Kevin, and he'd handle the trunk. Cathy and I simultaneously started a chorus of "Macho, macho, man", but burst into giggles as we realized we'd had the same thought. With an exaggerated air of wounded pride, John stalked off to get the trunk, as Cathy and I walked, arms around each other, to the exit.
"I hope we're not going to try to get that trunk into John's BMW!"
"No," said Cathy, "I have a Volvo wagon. Though, we might have to leave the hatch open..."
In the end, the trunk didn't even fill the back of the wagon. As he rolled it into the back of the car, John exclaimed "Thank the gods, I'm a citizen of the 21st century! Mankind invented the wheel thousands of years ago, but it took until the end of the 20th to put them on the luggage."
"Oh, big deal, tough guy! I had to get that trunk TO the train station."
