Copyright © January 2023 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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One
Isn't nineteen a little old to still be babysitting?
The company awards evening was one of the few times of the year when Jack managed to give his tuxedo a trip out. The chances to strut his stuff, since becoming a father, had been limited, so when the opportunity arose, he made sure to make the most of them. Tonight, was no different.
"We're gonna get off now, Amy," Jack announced as he walked into the lounge.
Amy was sitting on the sofa, alongside the seven-year-old Ollie who she was going to look after for the night. She'd been babysitting here for the last five years or so and loved every minute of it. Even now, at the tail end of nineteen and studying hard for her degree, Amy never said no if the chance arose to look after Ollie.
Amy glanced towards her Uncle Jack. She smiled, the sort of smile which you just had to find appealing, in a sweetly innocent sort of way.
To say he was dressed to impress was an understatement. Amy couldn't believe how smart her uncle looked. By now, Jack had to be at least forty-two but had kept himself fit for an older man, and somehow hadn't strayed into the 'dad jumper' brigade of most parents she knew. To be honest, Jack didn't really look his age, neither did he have those heirs and graces of somebody more than twice Amy's youthful years.
Tonight, was no different. There he stood, just inside the doorway, looking resplendent in his single-breasted, single-buttoned tuxedo jacket and matching trousers. Satin trim added a touch of sophistication to the outfit, along the lapels of the jacket and as a tiny band down each trouser leg. Then there was the shirt and tie. The former was crisp white, with tiny black buttons and an upturned collar. The latter, a neatly tied red bow tie, finished off the ensemble.
"Are you sure you've got everything you need?" Jack asked.
"Sure, Uncle Jack. Me and Ollie will be fine," Amy replied.
"Well, you make yourself at home, and be sure to call us if he's any bother," Jack responded.
"Oh, and not too late, Ollie," Jack continued, addressing his son. "Amy here doesn't want to be up all-night playing games and reading stories... isn't that so, Amy?"
Amy just smiled back at Jack again. She didn't mind, especially if it meant she got to spend time in the company of her uncle. There was so much Amy liked about Jack, and maybe that was why she didn't hesitate whenever he asked her to sit again. He was tall, somewhere over six foot, well-built but nowhere near being fat. There was the odd early grey strand amidst his short black hair, but that just spoke of wisdom rather than age. Then there was his manner. Jack was the kindest person you would ever meet.
Oh, and yes, babysitting did have its benefits in the form of a little additional cash, which always came in handy for the student life.
"Chauffeur's here, Jack. We'd better be off."
The voice was heard well before the speaker came into view. There was no mistaking who it was though. For a moment, a feeling of resignation came over Amy. It wasn't as strong as resentment. Her uncle was happy, and she wouldn't want it any other way. Still though, Amy did wonder... what would it be like to take
her
place? It was as Amy continued to imagine it being Amy marching out the door arm in arm with Jack, that his wife, Suzanne, walked into view.
"Hi Amy," Suzanne called out.
"Hi Aunty Suzanne," Amy replied, her eyes drawn towards her aunt, or more so towards her appearance.
If her uncle exuded soave sophistication, then her aunt, a good five years his younger and several inches shorter, radiated elegant beauty. Suzanne stood there, in the doorway to the lounge, dressed in a blue floral print satin maxi-dress, a shiny dark blue in the background with large lighter blue and white flower prints elegantly spaced out down one side.
If the design didn't catch your eye, then the way the fabric hung to her every curve was sure to do so. Up top, it fit like a glove, before widening out into a full skirt around her ankles. That wasn't all. The way it draped was sumptuous to the extreme. The way it clung to her upper torso was most definitely glamourous, to the point of being sexy.
It wasn't so much that the dress was revealing, albeit there was a huge open back which made no attempt to hide that fact that her aunt wasn't wearing any bra. What made the whole garment look so good was the cross-over halter neck design, which simply highlighted Suzanne's gorgeous arms and shoulders, both bare, before bringing your eyes down to her full breasts, where the tiniest of cut-outs hinted at the deep valley of cleavage hidden within.
To Amy, her aunt looked a million dollars. It wasn't exactly difficult, given Suzanne's seemingly perfect figure, natural curves at bust and hips belying her slender frame. Then there was the way her aunt put on a face. Amy had never been one to experiment with make-up and the like, but her aunt seemed to have the Midas touch when it came to making herself look glamourous. Every touch of colour accentuated Suzanne's rich glossy red-brown locks, the latter set in loose curls all the way down over her shoulders.
"Amy... please, just call me Suzy... and... are you sure you've got everything you need?" Suzanne asked. "You know we won't be back until the morning."
"I'm fine, Aunty Suzanne," Amy replied. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind me saying, but you and Uncle Jack both look fabulous."
As she spoke, Amy glanced first at her aunt and then over towards her uncle, her gaze lingering just a little longer on Jack than it did on Suzanne. They were both fantastic people, and made her so welcome, so why did Amy feel the way she did?
If truth be known, and she wasn't about to tell anyone, the resentment was more akin to jealousy than anything else. Amy didn't have a boyfriend, but if she did, she would want him to be just like Jack... and that was it, sometimes she wondered... what would it be like to be Suzanne, to have Jack all to herself. It was silly. He was way older than Amy, married with children, and her father's brother to boot.
It didn't stop Amy wondering though, but that was all it was... an adolescent crush.
Nothing would ever come of it.
"We'll be going then," Jack called out, picking up a large holdall from the hall.
"Say goodbye, Ollie," Amy responded, walking the young boy towards the door.
