Chapter 3: Barbara
When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were frequently out of town on business.
As a senior in high school who had recently turned 18, I really enjoyed spending time with these hot, sexy older women. I was very attracted to most of the women on our street, and tried every excuse I could think of to be at their houses when their husbands were gone.
All of the adults on our street thought I was very responsible and mature for my age, and they had no trouble with me babysitting their kids and mowing their yards. I loved the money I received for these chores, but more importantly I liked being around the women of Mistletoe Lane.
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One afternoon I was reading when there was a knock on the door. I answered it to find our neighbor from across the street, Barbie. She was a good-looking brunette, who was tall and thin and dressed very conservatively. While Barbie was attractive, she was not beautiful, and I had not had any fantasies about her. That was about to change.
"Hi Jason, I was wondering if you could baby-sit for me tonight, I have an art class, and my husband is out of town. It would only be for a few hours," she said.
"Sure Barbie, as long as I can get some studying done, I have a test tomorrow."
"No problem, Jason, just bring your books over. Natalie will go to bed around 7 o'clock, and you can study in peace and quiet after that." she replied. I told her that sounded good, and let her know I would be over around six that evening. She thanked me and walked back to her house.
As she left, I watched her walk, thinking to myself 'Why have I not fantasized about her?'
At six I arrived at Barbie's house, school books in tow. Barbie thanked me again for babysitting, and showed me where everything was located. Natalie, her five-year-old, was already yawning, and would be going to bed soon. Barbie said goodbye to Natalie, and told me she would be back around eight. We watched her leave, and then I put Natalie to bed, so I could get some studying done.