Having a late Fall birthday typically means that I'm older than my peers and classmates, that I'm the oldest of my friends, and that I get to hear the occasional, but never original 'elderly' joke. Being older has its perks too, don't get me wrong. It means I got to get my driver's permit and license before most people I hang out with, I got to start dating sooner than almost all of my friends, and the latest, now that I'm 18, I can buy lottery tickets with the tips I earn every weekend at the Bakery/Coffee Shop I work at. I know a lot of people say that the lottery tickets are just a waste of money but hey, a girl can dream right?
Speaking of dreams, for the past four years I've had a steady babysitting job with the Romero family; the mother is a politician who always seems to be traveling, and the father is quite the successful computer software geek, who also happens to be kind of hot and a really great guy. Fausto, the husband, got his to-be wife pregnant when she was seventeen and they married soon after graduating. Their twins, MaxΓmo and Raquel, were little terrors when they were young but are absolutely great to sit for now that they're eleven.
They have a beautiful three-story home, and Mr. Romero is very giving when it comes to my regular pay, plus adding tips if I buy the kids something or take them to eat. I really enjoy the extra money, and, lately, anytime he thinks I'm not looking, I catch him checking me out. To be honest, we are sort of flirty with each other, especially since his wife is almost never home and even if she is, she doesn't seem to care about her husband in the least.
Fausto is one of those guys that's really easy to talk to and every once in a blue moon, I asked him for guy advice. Granted, he's almost a decade older than myself, but I figured he'd know the inner workings of a young male brain better than myself.
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A few days ago, when I was there last, I asked about how to attract that one guy, the one that every girl is really nervous to even approach, especially with any topic related to dating or relationships with, but part of you is egging to know how he feels anyhow? He chuckles and says, "I really don't know what to tell you Adina. Maybe try finding what he's into or do something that makes you stand out. You're a beautiful girl with clear green eyes and chocolatey hair, a fantastic laugh, and amazingly smart on top of everything. I don't know why or how any guy could resist you,". I nervously giggle, flattered, looking down at my hands to hide my blushing cheeks, then look back up and thank him.
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One afternoon I arrive at the house after school, the kids still at scavenger club and dance team, Fausto says he has something he wants me to check out with him in the back. We walk out to the yard by the shed. "It's right over here Adi," and I step over to where he's standing.
When I reach him, we look at each other and Mr. Romero pulls me in, his lips pressing and closing on mine. At first I do nothing, shocked, but a second later his other hand strokes my cheek and I practically melt in his arms. Our kiss breaks, our foreheads still touching, and he utters, "I'm so sorry, I can't keep it a secret anymore how attracted I am to you Adina. You're a gorgeous young woman and you're brilliant and clever and funny and--" I cut him off, a finger under his chin tilting his face back up, kissing him more.
Now I tell him, "Don't apologize. I've had a thing for you and wanted you to feel this way since the day we met,".
We dive in for another tender round of affection, Fausto Romero un-laces the corset top of my dress, freeing my C-cup boobs, my boss holding and caressing my breasts. I gasp breaking the kiss, touching my lips and mumble, "But wait, what about your wife?" and he sneers, answering,
"You mean the one who's wanted to leave me since I knocked her up in high school? Her families' religion doesn't exactly approve of divorce, so...Adi, I haven't been able to think straight since our talk the other day." I pause for a moment to take in what he's just said but he cuts my break short, backing me against the wall of the tool shed, tracing the outline off my mouth with his fingertip as my heart flutters.
Fausto launches his older and more experienced lips onto mine. His hand slips down from my shoulder, past my rib cage, down my waist, and lands on my hip. I grasp for his shoulder blades, raising my thigh to his hip and he grips my leg. We carry on for seven or eight more minutes before I breathlessly remind him, "Your boys will be home any minute..." *panting* "I should go in and get some food ready for them,". He pulls his hand from my hip and relaces my dress while I throw my hair into a semi neat pony tail, so the twins don't take notice of my disheveled look, Fausto caressing my ass, giving me a spank to signal that I'm free to go.
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As I'd hoped, they boys throw the last twentysome pizza bagels onto a plate and race down to the den to numb their brains with video games. Cleaning off the counter, I grab the dirty platter and take it over to the sink, running water so I can soak it. Muscled, tan arms appear around my waist and in my ear, a deep voice murmurs, "Now that they're out of the way..." his hand wrapping in my hair and gently tugging, my head back, Mr. Romero's tender lips on my neck causes my breath to catch in my throat as I absentmindedly put soap on the tray. My eyes close and a quiet moan leaves my throat as he carries on.