It wasn't all that surprising when we learned, shortly thereafter, that Linda and Richard had filed for divorce. I personally had seen it coming for months as it seemed every time I had occasion to babysit, they appeared more and more estranged.
I was most definitely saddened by the news, though. Beyond the overwhelming physical attraction and major infatuation I had for Linda, I had actually begun to develop a profound fondness for her. I knew her to be a genuinely good person--friendly and affable--who was always ready to laugh.
Richard, on the other hand, I grew to understand was a major dick. I rarely ever saw him show any affection toward Linda. I knew he felt trapped in his marriage to her, he had vented that much to me that first night I had babysat for them. What made him such a dick in my mind was that rather than doing his best to make the best of what he felt to be a bad situation--he instead chose to gripe and complain, blaming Linda for every perceived indiscretion.
When I learned that Linda eventually planned to move away and turn the house over to Richard and Gabriela, it actually dismayed me to think that I would not see her again. With Rosie now permanently living with Gabriela, and Ricky currently staying with Linda's mother across town, Linda was living alone in the house while she made preparations to move.
One afternoon, a week or so later, Linda arrived to visit my Mom and, after spending several minutes in consultation with her, asked me if I would be willing to help her with some of the packing and lifting of boxes as she prepared to move. I glanced at my Mom as Linda made the proposal, and Mom readily nodded her assent.
I spent the remainder of that afternoon, taking packed boxes of clothing and various other items to the garage, where she would eventually have them loaded into a truck to send to her new place of residence.
It was not any major work on my part, none of the boxes were all that heavy, and I enjoyed Linda's company for what I felt might very well be the very last time. She was dressed very appealingly casually, in a familiar pair of white shorts and a loose-fitting tank top.
She was obviously without a bra beneath her tank top, and I very much enjoyed watching her as she moved about, placing folded clothing and other items into boxes and then taping them up. Whenever she moved, her breasts bounced and swayed so alluringly beneath her top that I had difficulty tearing my eyes from her chest.
When a particularly large and heavy box needed to be moved to the garage, she admonished me not to attempt it alone. She stooped and bent over to lift the opposite side and, as she did so, her tank top fell forward--exposing her breasts to me.
The glimpse of her breasts was fleetingly brief--but profoundly sensual. In that one moment, I was blessed with a vision of the creamy white consistency of her flesh as well as the darker contrast of her nipples. It was all I could do to restrain an erection.
We moved a great many boxes into the garage until the only things remaining in the house were the furniture. Most of what was packed were her clothing and personal possessions as well as household items she would need in her new place.
"Whew," said Linda, wiping her brow as we carried the final boxes to the growing pile in the garage, "I think that's probably the last of it... and I sure couldn't have done it without you." She reached into her purse, extracting her wallet to pay me for my efforts.
I politely declined her money and when she became more adamant about it, I said, "Listen, Linda... I'm not here today as your hired help. I'm here because I'm your friend. I don't want your money, I'm happy to be able to help you anytime you need it."
Her eyes welled with emotion and she smiled and embraced me warmly, pressing the soft mounds of her breasts sensually against my chest. I wanted to tell her how the several glimpses she had inadvertently given me of her breasts that afternoon had made the entire day of work more than worthwhile.
"Hey," she continued, "Are you hungry?"
"Always," I smiled. Especially as it was early evening and approaching dinner time.
"How about I order a pizza?" she offered, and I nodded enthusiastically--Even if I wasn't hungry, there was always room for pizza.
Linda smiled, "Tell you what, phone your Mom and let her know you're staying for dinner with me... and I'll phone and order a pizza. I need to have a quick shower too while we wait for the pizza and then we can sit down and relax for a while."
"That sounds great," I responded.
Mom was completely all right with me having dinner with Linda--she was worried about her being alone and had even planned to ask her to dinner at our house that night. She laughed when I mentioned pizza, knowing it was my favorite food. "Okay then, you guys have your pizza, I'm good with that." She asked how the packing had been going and I told her we still had a bit of work left and would resume after dinner.
I seriously doubted having much to do, if at all, after dinner--and I'm not sure why I told my Mom there would be. It just gave me an excuse to hang out with Linda a little longer.
Meanwhile, Linda had phoned and ordered an extra large pizza with the toppings we both agreed upon and then placed a twenty-dollar bill in my hand. "It'll be a little over fifteen dollars," she said, "so just let the guy have the whole thing for the tip," she said before hurrying off to the bathroom to shower.
Twenty minutes later, the pizza delivery guy arrived--to my surprise, it was someone I recognized as a former schoolmate. He smiled broadly when I gave him the money and said he was to keep the change.
"Thanks, man," he said, giving me a fist bump and a smile.
"Pizza's here!" I called, hearing the shower had stopped several minutes before.
The bathroom door opened slightly and Linda stuck her head through the opening, her hair wrapped in a towel. "Honey," she said, "I completely forgot to bring some clean clothes to change into. Will you be a dear and go into the bedroom and bring me the bathrobe from behind the bedroom door?"
God, I loved it when she called me 'honey', it made me feel warm all over. I jumped up and retrieved the robe for her and, a moment later, she stepped from the room carrying her shorts, tank top and, I couldn't help but notice, a pair of black bikini panties that I immediately recognized as the exact same color and style as the one I had stolen from her.
She hurried off to the laundry room and tossed her clothes into the washer, returning to the living room with a smile.
"I'll just give them a quick wash while we eat," she said, "Oh... what do you want to drink?"
"I don't know," I responded, "Whatever you have is fine. Do you have any more Coke?"
Linda disappeared into the kitchen, I heard the refrigerator door open and then close. She returned to the living room with a Coke and an entire six-pack of Coors beer.
"Um... I guess I should try to empty out the fridge. I wish you were old enough to help me drink all this beer though," she said with a laugh as she handed me the Coke.
"Me too," I returned with a broad smile, "But the Coke is fine."
She settled herself onto the floor, in front of the sofa where I was seated, and we both cracked open our respective cans. Linda lifted hers and took several long swallows.
"Oh, that tastes good," she said.
We ate our pizza and drank our drinks, idly watching the television news that played softly on the television in front of us. I very much enjoyed just hanging out with Linda in such a friendly, casual manner. She offered me a second Coke, as she cracked open her second beer, and I took it with a smile.
"And don't let me forget to take those plants with me too," she said, pointing toward the plants on the windowsill. As she reached over me to point, her can of beer slipped from her fingers. Almost in slow motion, I saw the can tip and beer flowed down onto my lap. Linda grasped for the can, fumbling with it as it continued to pour out and soak the front of my shirt--and my jeans from the waist to my knees.
The beer was ice cold and as I gasped and sputtered, Linda laughed good-naturedly and rushed off to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a handful of paper toweling. I sopped up the majority of the beer from my clothes and looked up to see Linda biting her lip and shaking her head.
"Oh, shit... honey..." she said, "This just isn't going to work. You better let me put your clothes through a quick wash with mine. It won't take long."
I shook my head, momentarily shaken by the thought of removing my clothes, "It's okay..." I stammered, "I think we got most of it... it'll dry pretty fast I think."
Linda shook her head adamantly, "Absolutely not," she said, "Just look at you... your shirt and your pants are soaked right through. The last thing I'm ever going to do is send you home to your Mother smelling like a brewery."
I hadn't thought of that. She was right, I definitely smelled strongly of beer.
"Come on," she said, snapping her fingers impatiently, "Let's do this quickly, the wash cycle is mostly still just beginning. Take your clothes off in the bathroom and hand them out to me, I'll find you a robe or something to wear."
I made my way to the bathroom and quickly removed my t-shirt and jeans, along with my shoes and socks.
Linda knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you about ready? I have a robe for you to put on."
I tentatively opened the door, looking around the edge of the door to keep my body hidden, and handed her my clothes. "Is your underwear wet too?" she asked, handing me a red satin robe.
I looked down and cringed to see the front of my briefs stained dark with beer. "Yeah." I said, "But only just a little bit."
Linda sighed with a look of exasperation, holding her hand out. "Come on, off with them, I'm not going to take a chance on your mother thinking we sat here drinking beer together."
I quickly stepped out of my wet briefs and handed them out to her, closing the bathroom door as she turned to take my things to the washing machine.
"And have a quick rinse in the shower too," she called as she walked away.
Thinking it to be good advice, I quickly stepped into her shower for a quick rinse. I dried off and slipped into the robe she had given me to wear. It was a red satin affair, a little small on me through the shoulders and only long enough to barely reach my knees. I recognized it as one I had seen once previously while exploring her lingerie drawers. I tied the belt about my waist and left the bathroom. The satin was cool and smooth against my skin, and I shivered involuntarily at the erotic sensuality of being nude beneath it.
