“I’ll get the door Kate,” I called up-stairs, juggling my eighteen month-old daughters wriggling body in my arms as she jostled for freedom.
“Thanks,” my wife replied. The frustration in her voice was telling. “Andy have you seen the travel plug anywhere?”
“In the bedside table, bottom drawer I think!” I yelled back. The doorbell rang a second time before I reached the handle. Amy giggled in my arms as I negotiated her weight onto one side and turned the front-door catch. As the door swung open the pleasant sight of the babysitter filled me with relief.
“Jenna! Thank god, Things are a little mad here right now, would you mind taking Amy?”
Jenna stepped into the hall, the glow of the winter sun slipping from her long auburn hair.
“Morning Mr Price,” She smiled cheerily, reaching her arms out and relieving me of Amy. Her voice was always pleasant to hear. Smooth, like velvet sliding over silk. “Um, is that Taxi for Kate?”
“Oh nuts!” The Vectra’s horn honked impatiently. I almost flung Amy into the sitter’s arms and yelled up the stairs. “Kate, Taxi’s early!”
“What! Well he’ll just have to wait. I told the bitch on the phone half past!” She yelled back.
My wife’s outburst made me glance uncomfortably at Jenna and silently mouth an apology. Kate wouldn’t typically speak like that in front of others, particularly an eighteen year-old pastor’s daughter. Jenna blushed and fought hard to hide a smirk.
Kate appeared at the top of the stairs dragging a black, trolley-holdall and dressed in a navy-blue flight attendant’s uniform. She had fought hard to fit back into it following her pregnancy with Amy. As she noticed the babysitter I sensed the barrage of instructions that might follow.
“Jenna I hope you know the trouble you’ve signed up to. Don’t expect much help from my husband.” She warned.
My wife was returning to work after her maternity leave. She had been itching to return to her career for weeks now, having figured all the finer details beforehand. The airline was offering her mostly short-haul flights on a part time basis, a few days per week. I would work from my home office on those days with a little extra help from a nanny. To say it was a discussion would be exaggerating, once Kate made a decision, it was best to jump in the passenger seat and enjoy the view.
Jenna was an obvious choice for the nanny. She was a good kid who had helped us out over the past six months whenever we needed a sitter. Polite, intelligent, and unlike many her age, she had a certain wisdom about her: a character that didn’t seem distracted or tempted by the things I remember getting up to at that age, and not like the girls I got up to them with. More importantly, she was one of the few people Kate seemed to have any sense of trust or respect for.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine Kate.” Jenna reassured.
Surprisingly Kate’s list of commandments was short. Jenna knew most of Kate’s expectations where Amy was involved. In truth, I think she trusted Jenna more than she did her own husband.
“Oh, there is just one thing Jenna. You will need to make sure Andy stops work at half five, otherwise he’ll just work on and on and you’ll never get home.” The two shared the mildly sexist joke at my expense before Kate gave Amy a goodbye kiss and headed out the door. There seemed to be a slightly awkward pause, as if Jenna was surprised at the lack of affection between my wife and me.
Amy broke the tension with her happy little coos as she explored the woolly texture of Jenna’s winter sweater. She often dressed very modestly, usually jeans with a sweater or long-sleeved top. It reinforced the view we had of this homely, well-mannered, young woman.
“Come wave b-bye to Mummy.” She cooed to Amy, taking my daughters arm and mimicking a gentle farewell. “Phoof. I think this little princess just did something a little un-lady-like” Jenna took a closer sniff and recoiled a little. “Yep, I’ll get her changed Mr Price.”
“Thanks Jenna, I’d better get back to work anyway.”
“No probs.” She closed the door as the Taxi pulled away, shivering at the outside chill invading the hall.
“Listen, I know this whole thing is new for both of us, and it might sound a little strange since my office is just upstairs, but it’s better for me if we could pretend like I’m not here, if that makes any sense to you?”
She smiled, understanding the request.
“It’s fine Mr Price, my dad works from home too, sometimes. He still dresses in a shirt and tie, or even his full Sunday dress, even insists we only address him as Pastor between nine and five. He says it helps him stay focused.”
I caught the scent of perfume as she walked past, like melon and bubble-gum, but before it could settle in the air it was drowned by the stench of soiled nappy. I found myself thinking that this might not be a bad arrangement after all.
*
The new arrangement had been working well for almost a month now. Kate seemed happier now that she was back into work and able to balance life at home while playing the Career Mom for all her friends to envy - a less snippy Kate was always a bonus for me too. I was also quite enjoying my home days. The quiet environment was more productive, I could spend a little more time with Amy. And having Jenna around was a soft relief in comparison to a bossier Kate, though I don’t’ think I had the guts to admit that – not even to myself. Jenna always presented herself as a free spirit, like a colourful butterfly dancing between summer flowers. I suppose it reminded me of younger happier times. She had limitless time and energy for Amy and seeing the pair giggle and pull faces and make mess in our minimalist and immaculate sitting room seemed to warm the place up.
It was Friday, Kate was on a 10-hour shift, and I was trying to wind things down to leave my weekend free. I decided to work into the afternoon, finding a bit of a roll in concentration and using it to bury myself in spreadsheets and line charts. Sometime around three, the intercom buzzed through from the kitchen.
“Mr Price have you been looking outside?
“No Jenna I-“ I glanced outside, expecting to see the grey monotony of our street, but saw a flurry of white that was quickly matting the window. Pushing up from the desk chair, I watched as a sudden blizzard clung to trees and cars. The roads too were powdering up rapidly.
Downstairs, Jenna was staring out at the changing landscape through the patio doors.
“I don’t want you going home in that weather, Jenna.” I said. “Why don’t you stay and have dinner with me and Amy, then we’ll see if I can drive you home.”
“That would be good. I’ve already peeled some veg for you, and it looks like there’s some cooked chicken in the fridge. I can prepare enough for both of us”
“That’s great, but you really didn’t have to go to any effort. You’re supposed be spending time with Amy, not running after me.” I mused, touched by her thoughtfulness.
“Kate said you might need a little bit of looking after too, and I really don’t mind. I do this all the time at home.”
I felt awkward now. It was typical of Kate to paint me as another kid that needed looking after.
“Jenna, I think I could’ve managed ok.”
“Oh no, I didn’t mean it to sound like that, I just wanted to be helpful, to show how much I appreciate the extra work. The money comes in handy. Look, let me get dinner on and that’ll let you finish up what you were doing.”
Kate called an hour later.
“My return flight has been grounded, there’s nothing flying back up tonight.” She announced, matter-of-factly. How’s the baby?”
“She’s fine. Jenna will stay here over dinner. I'm hoping the snowploughs will have cleared the route by then and I can take her home.
“I don’t want Amy out in that all, Andy.” I sensed the annoyance in her tone at my suggestion.
“I can’t exactly send an eighteen year-old kid out in a blizzard, can I?”
“I’m not asking you to”, I sensed a pause while she contemplated how best to override my decision. “Look, she’ll just have to stay there tonight. Make up the spare room. She can borrow clothes and whatever else she needs from me.”
She clicked off after a few more snippy exchanges. Jenna must have over-heard the conversation. When I returned to the kitchen, where she was busy preparing dinner, she looked concerned.
“Everything ok... Mr Price?”
I stammered to respond to her question, caught off guard by an unexpected change in her appearance. The sweater was gone, leaving a white, wide-neck t-shirt in its place. It was as if a veil had been peeled away. Jenna had always hidden her figure with those big snuggle tops, softening the contours of her body. Being confronted by this unexpected revelation of her petite, youthful body was a surprise in itself, but I was instantly drawn to the fact she had been concealing a very generous and pair of C-cup breasts that nestled proudly above her thin waist and flat stomach. In an instant, this wholesome kid became something different: she was now a beautiful and desirable young woman - and I was about to invite her to spend the night with me? It somehow felt wrong.
“Um…” I clambered for the right words. “Kate won’t be home tonight.
“Oh. That’s too bad.”
“Yeah, thing is…. Kate doesn’t want Amy out in this weather and thought it might be better if you stayed the night… um…”
“Sure!” She stared, quizzically, at my nervousness.
“What? I mean… great. That settles it. You can help yourself to anything you need from Kate’s stuff” That was easier than expected. Perhaps the stigma was all in my head, for she didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable by the suggestion.
I closed down the laptop for the weekend and by the time I’d finished making up the guest bed Jenna yelled upstairs, announcing that dinner was on the table. I followed the warm smell of potatoes and gravy to the kitchen where Jenna was already trying to spoon food into Amy’s mouth.
“Here, let me.” I offered, sitting next to Amy and taking the spoon. As Jenna stood up and walked toward the counter, where the dinner plates rested I couldn’t help but peek at her newly disclosed form. She slid a dinner plate in front of me and took a seat directly across the table.
It seemed strange to me that I had never really noticed this girl for the eye-catching creature she was. I used to find it silly, in the old Batman shows, when the Riddler fooled the Caped Crusader with one of his ridiculous disguises – which was usually just a different coloured eye mask. Yet, right now, I felt just as stupid as Adam West must have done, as she had the most alluring green eyes that seemed to shimmer and coax your stare deeper into her twinkling gaze. The colour accentuated by a slight smattering of tiny, dark freckles that reflected her perky youthfulness. I caught another whiff of her bubble-gum scented perfume as she passed the Gravy Boat over, and another peek of the gentle gulley between those ample young breasts.
“I hope dinner’s ok, I Just grabbed a bunch of leftovers that were in the fridge.” She said, beginning to tuck into her own meal.
“It’s lovely, thanks Jenna.” I complimented. She smiled in response, looking a little relieved, and her soft, dimpled cheeks flushing a similar shade to her hair. “I see the snows finally stopped.” It was small talk, I know, but truth was we were almost like passing ships, working in different corners of the house. The most time we spent together was the few minutes when she was arriving or leaving, and besides Amy I didn’t think we really had much in common. What sort things did you talk to a teenage girl about?
“So, um. How’s school going? You’ll be sitting your Higher exams right?”
“I’m Home-schooled Mr Price, but yeah. “
“Oh, I’m sorry”
“No, it’s Ok,” she laughed, warmly. “It’s not the big monster you here about on the news. It has its good points, and I suppose its bad points too.”
“Like what?” I asked
She spent a few seconds thinking up her response. “I suppose it can swallow people up in ways that makes mainstream school seem tame. You have to understand a few things in order to cope with it.”
“Oh, what sort of things?”
She spooned another mouthful of food, her lips had that subtle baby-doll over-bite that I thought was cute has hell.
“The key is to understand the reason most parents have for choosing it the first place; and that is to cherry pick what they want you to know. You have to make a point of finding out what it is they don’t want you know, and make it your priority to learn that instead.”
I laughed at this new more devious side to her. It highlighted the intelligence of this girl.
“Darwin. That’s the biggie. Then there’s other religion’s, creationism, oh and Biology too. I’m sure you can imagine there are a few things my father doesn’t want his baby girl learning about…ever!” We both laughed, then both blushed when we realised we had just landed on a boundary that neither of us should cross any further.
“It must be difficult though.” I reasoned. “Not being able to socialise with other people?”
“It can be. We have special social events, supervised of course.” She winked. “But, other girls my age have boyfriends and you can’t help feeling that you are missing out.”
I immediately felt ashamed of some of the thoughts in my mind, remembering the wedding band on my finger. I needed to push these thoughts out. Nothing could ever happen.
Jenna washed up in the Kitchen while I bathed Amy and got her ready for bed. Kate called shortly afterward to let us know she’d be back on the first morning flight. Jenna wanted to grab a bath, so I sorted her with towels and some spare pyjamas we kept for unexpected guests, then left her to it while I found something to watch on TV.
Five minutes later, a shrill scream tore through the house, shattering the quietness. I leapt to my feet, rushed to the bathroom, and banged on the door.
“Jenna are you o.k.?” I called. “What’s happening?”
“Nothing Mr Price.” I heard her mewl, pitifully. I heard the lock as it was unbolted and then the door slowly opened. “I - um, tried to use the shower, but the hose burst and now there’s water everywhere!” she sounded close to crying as she clutched a towel to her soaking wet T-shirt.
“Oh.” I tried, unsuccessfully not to laugh.” Jenna, I should have warned you. We don’t use that hose. It’s been busted for a while. If I knew you wanted to shower, I’d have let you use our en-suite instead.”
A reluctant laugh pushed back her tears, but as she relaxed so too did the angle she held the towel. With the water soaking right through her top, the material was clinging to her skin, revealing the most perfectly formed pair of teenage tits I’d ever seen, like two massive pear drops. For the briefest of moments, before the towel covered her back up, I caught the outline of a jelly-tot sized nipple perched upward on the summit of one her soft mounds. My jaw must have hit the floor and by Christ, she must have known I was staring. It took all my effort to shake me from my daze.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you up.”
While Jenna showered, I managed calm myself down, expelling the images of her body from my mind. I even forced myself to dismiss the mental image of damp flesh below her sodden T-shirt. Not easy when you know there is a soapy, naked, young body in the next room that is as untouched as the snow in the back yard.
When she was done, I gave her time to get from my room to the guest room before I too went for a shower.
Steam gently filled the room as I stripped down and stood by the washbasin, spending a few moments trimming one or two patches facial hair that needed some attention. When I was finished with the razor, I lingered by the mirror and assessed my naked reflection. I wondered if I could still be attractive to younger women; or was it already too late for me. At thirty-two, I was beginning to fatten out in places, although my jaw line and stomach seemed relatively toned. I kept my chest hair relatively neat, and for the past few years, I had taken to shaving my pubic hair, preferring the smooth feel and increased impression of size it offered. Not that Kate had ever complimented my efforts.
It was then, through the reflection of the mirror, that I noticed something out of place.
Between the shower cubicle and the bathroom door sat a small wicker chair used for hanging discarded clothes over. It was to the arm of chair that my gaze was drawn, for hanging from the arm was a small ruffle of delicate, pink cloth - Jenna’s discarded panties.
She must have dropped them when gathering the rest of her day clothes. I felt like Neanderthal man discovering fire for the very first time: curious, captivated, and nervous all at the same time. My heart thumped harder and a harder and a little voice awoke in my head.
‘Pick them up’. It demanded, and my trembling hand reached out obediently.
I must have forgotten to breathe, for the next I knew my chest had contracted, almost painfully. My next inhale seemed to draw my cock awake, for as my chest expanded I felt my exposed member – without the constriction of my own clothing - begin to rise.
They were like soft liquid gold in my hands, a dirty thrill that pumped the blood into my rapidly hardening cock. I wasn’t supposed to see these, to hold them was forbidden, and yet I possessed this tiny little trophy, a connection to her virgin pussy.
‘Give them a sniff, you’ll enjoy it.’ My inner voice urged.
My hand brought the front of the panties to my face. Without even trying, I could smell that candy scented perfume, by now my dick was throbbing so hard that my head tingled in the fresh air as my foreskin receded. My hand found the smooth hardness and I squeezed tight as I gave it a long and slow twist from head to base. It bucked and twitched as I continued with slow, shallow strokes, causing me to grunt loudly.
I found a patch of crotch, stained with a cloudy white blotch, took a deep breath, and for the first time inhaled the deep intimate musk of this teenager’s sweet cunt – a wonderfully musty aroma, yet sweet, like dark honey.
Fuck, I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. Part of me wanted to her to walk in and watch the slow firm strokes I was beating myself with, and see the way her scent corrupted me like a perverse drug. As my arousal soared, I probed the dirty gusset with my tongue, taking just the faintest taste of her juices. I had never experienced anything like it. My hand, in a manic frenzy of self-abuse, tugged and pounded my cock in rapid movements. I could feel the deviant orgasm building as if my body was contorting to expel a demon from my insides, preparing for a finale. I gave the material one last deep nose and then wrapped the crotch around my bulging head, gasping and grunting as a final, furious flurry of brutal tugs sent my whole body in to a blissfully painful spasm. The euphoric relief washed over me as I squirted enormous globs of hot cum and soiled her pink little panties with my stickiness. Two, three, and then a fourth pulse of spunk, then the final flood that drizzled over the material and my hand.
I collapsed in the chair, the feeling divine, like taking off tight fitting shoes after a long day. My body glistened with sweat, the rise and fall of my chest slowing as I caught my breath and recovered from what was possibly the most incredible wank I had ever achieved.
I took at least half an hour in the shower, gleefully allowing the water to purify my sinful behaviour, but compulsively casting frequent glances at the limp, damp panties I had tossed on top of my own clothing.
After the shower, I flung everything in the wash with the notion I would pretend to have unknowingly gathered them up with my own clothes.
Jenna and I passed each other in the hallway as we retired to separate bedrooms. She wore the old, baggy pair of tartan P.J’s, I had selected for her, reverting her image back to the sweet homely girl I previously regarded her as. Making my sexual indiscretion even more satisfying if I’m honest. We smiled, awkwardly, and said our goodnights.
That night I jerked off several times, thinking of her sleeping in the next room, excited by fantasies of waking her from sleep or caught by her in the shower. However, as morning and Kate’s return drew closer, a twinge of guilt took hold of me and dragged me back to reality. I could no longer think of Jenna as simply the wholesome kid who’d arrived on the doorstep yesterday, and working from home wasn’t going to be the productive environment it used to be. However, I found a thin rationality in the fact that if all this turmoil was arranged to keep Kate happy; then maybe it was only fitting that I should have a few benefits in there too.
To be continued.
