I'm the proud mom of two kids, a four year old boy and an eight year old little girl. I'm also a proud working woman, with a job working at a museum as an exhibit designer and fundraiser. With my job, I can't always be the mom I'd like to be since I have to be away from home sometimes. But luckily we found Aidis.
I first met Aidis standing in line at the grocery store. We were waiting to check out, and Michelle and Aaron were being rambunctious, making a scene by trying to climb in and out of the cart. Aidis was standing in front of us, her long, curly brown hair and her modest blue jeans and sweater top. She kept turning around to watch the kids, smiling a little at them and at me as if she knew how kids could be. Finally she set her stuff on the conveyer belt and turned around to talk with the kids. I don't even remember what she said, but the kids' eyes lit up and they laughed and stopped horsing around. They started talking with her and she had to stick around to keep talking to them while I paid for our groceries. As we were leaving the store together I thanked her and asked if she might be available for babysitting. Aidis smiled with her big, brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and said that yes, she could help out. I called her a couple of days later and we worked out the details. She's been babysitting for us for a year now, and the kids couldn't be happier.
Recently something interesting happened. I came home from one of my evenings at the museum. My husband Jake, a social worker, was still at work so Aidis was at home with the kids. As I set my stuff down, Aidis asked if she could stay a little while to talk to be about something. We went to the kitchen and I made us both a cup of herbal tea. As we sat down at the table, I could tell that Aidis was nervous about something. I tried to encourage her. "What is it, Aidis? Is something wrong? Did something happen to you?"
Aidis shook her head. "No. Not like that. It's just..."
I guess I should stop here and tell you a little more about our gem Aidis. Aidis is Albanian. She's been living in the United States for six years, but you would think she had lived here forever. Despite having a slight accent and every once in a while making a few oddly phrased statements, her English is divine. She has the most amazing voice to go with the rest of the package. Aidis is 19 and a college student at a private school in town. She's about 5'3" with curly brown hair that goes just below her shoulders. She's usually very conservatively dressed with trendy dress pants and sweaters, or button up blouses. I've always been envious of her, because all the shirts she wears, though modest, show tight around her breasts. More than once I've caught my husband sneaking glances at her ample mounds.
Tonight, as Aidis sat there, she seemed to be battling with something in her mind. "I just got a boyfriend," she began. "And he likes to have sex."
"Oh. Are you comfortable with that? Is he pressuring you?"
Aidis put her hands in her lap, picking at her fingernails. "No. But..."
"Aidis, are you a virgin?"
"No," she laughed and shook her head. "But this new boy, he wants me to... how do you say... 'fuck' him?" She looked up at me with inquisitive eyes.
"And you're uncomfortable with that?"
Again Aidis shook her head. "I don't know what 'fucking' is. I don't know how to be dirty."
At this I smiled. It's not uncommon for people to experiment with their sexuality, and I can imagine for Albanian Aidis that fucking might be a foreign idea. So, as we sipped our tea and talked for the next half hour, I tried to explain a little of what fucking was about. I thought Aidis was getting the meaning, but she still seemed a little confused. Maybe it was us talking about sex, or maybe it was the way her nipples were poking through her blouse, but I was getting aroused and what I said next startled me, though I don't regret it.
"Aidis, do you trust me?"
"Yes, of course."
"Do you trust me and my husband?"
"Yes."
"Then I have an idea." I explained to Aidis that the kids would be going to friends' houses this weekend, and that Jake and I had planned an evening together. I suggested that maybe we could make it an evening for the three of us, and we could help show Aidis the meaning of "fucking."
At first Aidis looked terrified. Her brown eyes were wide, and she flushed red with embarrassment. Then she bowed her head to think for a few moments, and when she lifted it she nodded, assenting to our plan. We worked out a few of the details, and then Aidis left to go back to her dorm.
That night when Jake got home, I explained the discussion that Aidis and I had had. He didn't say much at the time, and I was a bit worried that he would be offended by asking such a thing. We had been completely monogamous in our years of marriage, and to propose a threesome could have upset him. I asked him if he wanted me to call the whole thing off, but he said that no, he wanted to do it. Even as he said it, I could see him get a distant look in his eye, as if he were already thinking about the things to come.
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On Friday night, we took the kids to their friends' houses and came home. Jake and I dressed casually, him wearing a button up shirt and some khakis, and me wearing a white tank top and some capris. It was seven o'clock, the agreed upon time, when the doorbell rang. Jake answered the door, and as he opened it, Aidis stepped in. She had chosen to wear a skirt that night, a black one that went just down past her knees, and some black shoes. She wore a white button up shirt with a plaid vest over the top, and again her breasts were prominently outlined by the fabric. I found myself viciously thinking,
Well, she does have a few extra pounds. She got lucky and it went to her boobs
. Aidis was indeed not trim, but she was not what you would call chubby either. She was "curvaceous" as my eight year old daughter would say.
Jake led Aidis inside to the living room, where we all sat down on the couch. Jake sat down in the middle, with Aidis on his left and me on his right. I stood up and looked at the two of them. "All right. Tonight we are going to help Aidis learn how to fuck." At this, Aidis flushed with embarrassment again, but Jake took her hand and squeezed it to reassure her. She looked at him nervously and smiled, but I could see her start rubbing her thumb over the skin of his hand. "Aidis, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, let us know. We'll stop. We want to help you, but we also don't want to make you do anything you would regret or feel ashamed about. And," I smiled weakly, "if there's any way possible, we'd like to keep you as our babysitter after this." Aidis smiled at me and I went over and gave her a hug. I could smell perfume on her, something with flowers. The smell made my heart flutter, and I could feel the warmth rising to my face.
