Quietly I sat gazing out the side passenger window as my husband Brian drove us towards home.
At about just a little way beyond the halfway point, finally breaking my silence I quietly say almost to myself, "She's the one."
"What was that you said?" Brian asks reaching over to place his right hand on my exposed thigh.
"Today at the picnic I was watching Amy. Noticing her, watching the way she behaves and interacts with others. Especially around other adults. And, even around the other kids her own age."
Brian, I and our two-year-old daughter Sara had just spent this warm spring Sunday afternoon at the first community picnic of the year. My husband and I live in a very small town located near a small private university where I teach as a psychology professor. My husband Brain is a civil engineer. The company he works for has projects all over the country. Sometimes even out of the country. This requiring him to travel for work frequently. When not traveling he is often able to work from home.
Today's picnic was held at a local community park next to a small lake. Since it was unusually warm for this early in the year, almost actually hot, all of the kids quickly stripped down to their swimsuits and spent the afternoon cooling off in the lake.
What first caught my attention happened shortly after we had arrived at the park. Most of the other kids had immediately stripped out of their clothes down to their swimwear to quickly jump into the lake to cool off. There is even an old tire on a rope swing attached to a big tree that hangs out over the water that many of the kids were using to swing out over the lake and then jump into the water. The teenage boys were all wearing board shorts with their young strong chests exposed. All the teenage girls were wearing some of the skimpiest little two-pieces that I had ever seen. All except for Amy that is. She was one of the last teens to even get into the water. By the time she had shed her ultra-modest outer clothing to reveal her extremely conservative one-piece bathing suit the rest of the kids were already splashing around in the water. And anytime that Amy was out of the water she kept her arms crossed covering her chest. Trying her very best to cover up as much as possible a pair of what looked like to be a pair of very nice large breasts for a young girl.
"I just cannot believe how shy she is around all the other kids," I half said to myself. "I'm pretty sure she just might be the one."
"What do you mean by 'the one'?" Brian asked giving me a quick quizzical look while he moved his hand slowly up my thigh.
"Oh, come on now," With a look of complete amazement a glared back at Brian. "What have I been, I mean we've been talking about for the last six months?"
"Oh, that," Brian finally managed to say. "You're serious about that?"
I shook my head in disbelieve then scooted down in my seat while leaning my seat back a little further. Checking the backseat, I make sure our two-year-old daughter Sara is still asleep in her car seat. Closing my eyes, I rest my head on the headrest and spread my legs a little further apart to give Brian better access.
"And just how would Amy be perfect?" Brian asked as his fingers now finding the thin cloth layer of my swimsuit bikini bottom covering my quickly getting wet pussy.
"Well to start with she is incredibly shy."
"So why does that make her perfect?"
"It doesn't, but it does work to my advantage." Pausing I added, "But most of all I can tell that she is naturally just a very submissive person that will do just about anything asked of her."
"How can you tell?" Brian asked.
"Just the way she is around adults and even the other kids," I started to explain. "Very eager to please. Almost anytime any of the adults and most of the other kids ever asked for something she was the one who quickly got up to go get it for them. Especially that friend of hers Gayle. Now she's a really bossy one. I'm thinking I can eventually use that to my advantage. She is just very eager to please."
"She is also very religious. Still attends church with her mother every Sunday morning." I added.
With that Brian moved the cloth material covering my pussy to the side placing a finger directly on to my clit. Returning the favor, I reached over placing my hand directly on his crotch. I could feel his hardening cock through his shorts.
Rocking my hips in time with Brian's finger. "That's what makes her perfect. From what I witnessed this afternoon I'm pretty convinced she'll end up going along with whatever I want."
Continuing, " As long as I just tell her what I want, don't ask her, or allow her protests to stop me I am pretty sure this will work."
"Can't you just imagine her kneeling in front of us completely naked. Fully knowing what she is doing is wrong, but still unable almost even eagerly awaiting to obey any command." With that comment I felt Brian's cock twitch as my hand rested on it, "Yes, I see that you can definitely imagine that."
"I wonder if she's still a virgin?" Brian asked as he moved his finger deeper into my pussy.
"Oh, yes, right there. Oh fuck, you know just how to touch me." I moaned as Brian's finger moved across my clit. "Yes, she is definitely still a virgin," I finally managed to say, "Probably has not even been out on a first date or even had a real kiss yet." I opened my eyes and grinned over at Brian. "Don't worry Sweetie, you can be her first." Then I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes again. My hips began to convulse pushing my pussy hard against Brian's hand. "But not until after she has had her first taste of my pussy," I added. Then thinking to myself, 'Next she will feel one of my strap-ons up her tight little ass.'
I spent the rest of the night and much of the following week describing to Brian just how the two of us would take control of Amy, and what we would do to her, and force her to do once we had that control. How we would convert her into becoming our personal fucktoy. Our own plotting being constantly interrupted by our own mutual need to fuck each other silly.
We put our plans into operation the following Saturday. Earlier in the week I had called Amy's mother and asked if Amy would be interested in doing some babysitting on the weekends and even helping me out a little with Sara during the week being that Brian was constantly traveling because of work. I also hinted to her that I could help Amy get ready for her college classes next fall and even help her qualify for a scholarship to attend the university that I teach at. Amy's mother was thrilled with the idea and could not thank me enough for taking the extra time to help with her daughter. I replied, "It will be my pleasure."
So, on Saturday evening, Brian drove over to Amy's house to pick her up so she could babysit Sara for a few hours while Brian and I went out to dinner.
When the two of them arrived back at our house I ushered the dark-haired young woman into the house. "Amy so glad to see you tonight. I am so glad that you could watch Sara tonight. Brian and I really need a nice night out together. He is leaving again on his next business trip Monday. He is going to be gone for over a month this time."
"Thanks Mrs. Rawlings, it will be my pleasure to watch Sara tonight."
"Please Amy, call me Megan."
Next, I gave Amy a quick tour of our home. First showing her Sara's room where she was already asleep for the night. Next the kitchen, "Feel free to help yourself to anything you find in here."
Then finally the family room where I showed Amy the baby cam monitor, "You can see and hear everything from here. You can watch a little TV or if you have any homework you can sit at the desk over there," pointing towards the desk in the corner.
"This will be perfect. I can sit and watch Sara and do my schoolwork all at the same time."
"You can also watch TV or a movie on the home entertainment center but please keep the volume low so you can hear Sara. If you finish your schoolwork that is," I added. "And we do have wi-fi if you need to access the internet for any reason."
After that Brian and I started to leave. "Hopefully we shouldn't be too late tonight."
"Don't worry, take your time. Everything will be fine. Have a good time."
Over the next few weeks, I had Amy over to babysit almost every Saturday night. And also, several times during the week while Brian was out of town on his business trip. It was on these nights that I would also give Amy a task to complete. Some nights it would be to clean the kitchen. Or some other room in the house. Other nights I would assign her to do all of the laundry. Never once did she complain about being given these extra little tasks. While Amy was completing her tasks, I would be in the home office grading papers or completing lesson plans. But also watching Amy on my computer from the many different tiny cameras that Brian had hidden around the house before he left. And since Brian was out of town, I could not leave Sara all alone to take Amy home I was able to convince her mother that it would be best if Amy just spent the night in our spare bedroom. I would then drop her off at her school on my way to the university.
It was on these nights that I spent as much time with Amy as I could after she had completed her task.
On one particular evening while Amy was staying over, I made my way into the family room where Amy was studying after having completed her task for the evening. I saw that she had a textbook open and was writing something on a sheet of paper. "What kind of homework do you have?" I asked.
Amy glanced up at me, "Anatomy. We have to explain the systems of the body. It's so exciting!"
"Mrs. Rawlings?" Amy asked in her typical sweet voice.
"Amy, call me Megan. I've told you that many times already," I responded in a very stern voice.
"Sorry, Megan," Amy responded, "Can you quiz me?" Already handing me her sheet of paper with her notes on it as I took a seat next to her on the sofa.
I was hoping for an opening that would allow me an opportunity ask her some questions of my own. Those of a more personal nature. I knew was tiptoeing a very dangerous line as I did not want her to become uncomfortable and flee but I also wanted her to willingly submit to my devious desires. But the wickedness and thrill of what I was doing kept pushing me to see how far I could get.
Taking the notes, I said, "Sure, I'll quiz you." Scanning the paper, I noticed that her handwriting was as neat as if it had been typed. "What does the muscular system do?"
Amy smiled, "Okay, I got that one! It helps you move and creates heat."
"Very good," I responded as I continued to quiz Amy on her knowledge. As I expected she answered every question without any hesitation instantly knowing the correct answer. So, I moved on to a subject that was not in her notes. "Amy, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a boyfriend?"
Amy looked at me almost terrified. "No, my mom would never let me have boyfriend. She does not even allow me to date yet. Not until after I graduate from High School."
"But you're eighteen now. You're an adult now. You should be allowed to date if you want to."
"My mom says I am not allowed to date as long as I am still living under her roof."
