I never expected things to go this far. In fact, I never expected things to actually go anymore. My teacher's husband actually fucked me. And I let him, didn't I? Well, I'll tell you the story and let you decide for yourself.
When I first entered high school, my English teacher adored me. Not only was I a great writer, I was just a good student in general. Helpful, thoughtful, intelligent. Even after I graduated from her class, we maintained a close platonic student teacher relationship. A year after I moved on from her class, I heard that she got married, and rumor had it that her husband was gorgeous. Its not like it would be hard to believe, Mrs. Samson was an incredibly beautiful woman. Of course, I'd never seen him myself, so I had no reason to believe or really even care about the rumor. In my junior year of high school, I found out that Mrs. Samson was pregnant and that she would be due towards June. I guess her and her supposedly hot husband decided it was time for kids.
It was during the first month of my senior year in high school that Mrs. Samson approached me.
"Katherine! I'm so glad I ran into. I have a proposition for you."
"Sure, Mrs. Samson, what's up?" I asked politely.
"Well, as you know, I'm now a mother, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in babysitting. You'll be getting paid of course."
In all honesty, I didn't want to babysit during my senior year, but like I said, she always adored me and I didn't have it in me to tell her no.
"Of course! I would love to! Do you know when you want me to start?" I said, hoping that I at least sounded excited.
"Actually, why don't you come over this weekend? You can meet Jane (her daughter) and Trey (her husband) and I will go over everything with you to make sure you feel comfortable enough to be alone with her."
"Great, Mrs. Samson, I'll see you on Friday then." We both smiled at each other before going our separate ways. What the hell, she was a nice teacher, it was the least I could do for her.
Friday after school, I was parked right outside of Mrs. Samson's house. Her house was beautiful. I also heard that her husband was some really successful businessman which could explain all the extravagance.
I rang the doorbell and the whole time I was expecting Mrs. Samson, that's not what I got. A man answered the door, and my first look at him, I think my jaw literally dropped. This guy was the definition of sexy. He was about 6'1, dark brown wavy hair, incredible physique; he seemed to be in his late 30's or early 40's. Finally noticing that my mouth hanging open, I quickly closed it and tried to regain my composure. It was a bit late though, I'm pretty sure he noticed my reaction and I could've sworn that he was smirking while he looked down at me.
"Uh, hi, um, I'm Katherine, I used to be a student of Mrs. Samson's, she wanted me to come over." Damnit, why the hell did I have to sound like a bumbling dummy?
"Nice to meet you Katherine," the man I could only assume was Trey extended his hand to shake mine, "We were expecting you. Come in and I'll get Sara (a.k.a Mrs. Samson)." I was glad that he had his back turned to me as I walked in, I was blushing furiously.
"Katherine! I'm glad you came, this is my husband Trey, and our baby girl Jane," Mrs. Samson said when she arrived in the living room carrying her baby.
My cheeks finally lost their redness, and I was trying hard to pay attention to what she was saying because I didn't want to screw anything up while taking care of her baby. But it was getting incredibly difficult to pay attention because I was sure Trey kept looking at me. He always stayed one step behind Mrs. Samson as we toured the house, and whenever I would turn to face Mrs. Samson, I would quickly glance at him, and he had this indecipherable look on his face. I couldn't read him. There was this weird glint in his eye too. I shuddered inside, but tried not to show it. To be honest, I was getting a bit freaked out. I mean I did think he was hot, but what the hell, I was only 18, I what the hell is wrong with this guy?
It was finally time for me to go, Mrs. Samson asked me to babysit for the first time the following weekend. I agreed and then made my way. As I shook Trey's hand at the door before I left, he placed his other hand on top of mine and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you Katherine." Maybe it was just me, but I think he held onto my hand a little longer than necessary.
It was finally next week and I was going to be babysititng while Mrs. Samson and her husband planned to go out to wherever it is that married couples go. It was a hot day so I wore a short pleated skirt, and a white tank top that hugged me in all the right places. I have to admit, I was pretty beautiful myself. Long dark hair that fell to my back, flat stomach, firm ass, 34 C breasts, and an overall toned body from all the tennis I played.
Once again, when I rang the doorbell, who else answers the door but Trey himself.
"Hi Katherine, come in," he didn't say much, but as I walked in past him, I could feel his eyes following my ass. I tried to nonchalantly pull my skirt down.
Thankfully Mrs. Samson came soon. She greeted me and then quickly explained rules for Jane and where I could contact her if there were any problems. Finally they left and it was just me and Jane.
At about ten o'clock that evening I heard them pull up in the driveway. I was sitting on the sofa reading and Jane had fallen asleep in her play pen.
"Hi Katherine," Mrs. Samson greeted me as she walked in quietly, Trey behind her, "Thank you so much for watching over my baby, wait here while I go put Jane in bed and then I can pay you for tonight's work."
She picked up Jane and headed up the stairs, leaving me and Trey alone in the room. Awkward much?
"So how was your night?" Trey asked me, making small talk.
"Oh, it was fine. Jane is so adorable, I had a lot of fun watching her." I said, going along with the small talk. It was better than standing there watching him look at me.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" he then asked me.
The question caught me off guard, "Excuse me? A boyfriend? Um, no, I don't."
"I'm surprised," then there was that smirk of his again, "a girl as pretty as you probably has guys all lined up for you." As he said "pretty" his eyes traveled down my body and rested briefly at my crotch. I squirmed a little bit.
I tried to laugh it off, "Ha, you don't have to be nice just because your wife likes me."
His grin widened. He took a couple steps towards me until he was standing right in front of me, face looking directly into mine, "Trust me Katherine, I'm not JUST being nice." Damn his eyes were penetrating. And sexy...what the hell?! What was I thinking?!
I swallowed, and looked away. Doing this actually made him chuckle. Finally Mrs. Samson came down and he took a few steps back from me. She paid me, I thanked her, and left. I could see how Mrs. Samson could fall for him.
It was almost a routine now, every weekend I come and babysit for Mrs. Samson and every weekend, Trey would either make insinuating comments or stare at my body when Mrs. Samson wasn't looking. Weird thing was, it seemed like he was always making sure that I knew he was looking. It was as if he wanted me to know. I tried not to pay him any attention, but whenever I got home from their house, I always found that my panties were wet.