Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep50

"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.

"Yes, although I'd rather she be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical

American family dream stuff," | answered honestly, hoping my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.

"It's 2010, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids even if she marries a wife instead of a husband,"

Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

"Oh, I know," | agreed, but rationalized, "but it's still particularly tough to live in today's world as a gay couple

unless you move to San Francisco."

She shrugged before askinga question | wasn't remotely expecting, "Have you ever had a lesbian

experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"

"My goodness, no," | responded.

"Does the idea disgust you then?" Karen asked, sounding like I'd offended her.

"Oh, no, no, no, it's not that," I tried to recover, "It's just that | grew up in a much more black-and-white time. You

met a boy, got married, had kids and so forth. Being a lesbian back then almost made you a pariah, like being

from the wrong side of the tracks."

"So you've never thought another woman was attractive?"

"Oh sure, | mean of course | know when a woman is good-looking. I've often compared myself to other women,

especially when | was married and | saw my hubby checking out the younger ones."

"But you never were tempted to do anything with them?"

"No," | answered honestly, wondering how this conversation had shifted from Karen's coming out to my own non-

lesbian lifestyle.

"Never?" she asked, her tone shifting in a way | can't explain, but which implied she thought | was lying.

| too quickly responded, "No, never."

At that moment, Karen spilt her half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm

so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I've already wrecked one this year."

At that moment, Karen spilt her half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm

so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I've already wrecked one this year." Instantly leaping into Mother-crisis

mode | ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll throw it in the wash right away."

She quickly obeyed and stunnedwhen | saw she wasn't wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were

suddenly uncovered directly in front of me. | froze in a slight daze, staring at them. Karen asked, her tone

innocent and sweet, "Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?"

Her words broughtback to reality and | stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts hadn't had any effect

on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I'll just go and throw this in the wash."

| began to leave, but Karen ordered me, "Stop! | got son my skirt, too." She slipped out of her skirt and was

now wearing nothing but beige thigh high stockings and what appeared from the tiny pink triangle in front to be

a thong. Not able to speak, I took the skirt and top and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While |

tossed the clothes in my washing machine | tried to straighten out my head, not able to erase Karen's almost

naked body from my mind. | took a deep breath and chanted to myself over and over, 'l am not a lesbian, | am

not a lesbian, | am not..." Finally reasonably confident in my self-control, | went back upstairs. Karen was still

sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked, still captivating. "I'd better go get you a robe," | managed, and fled

upstairs to Jenny's bedroom. | returned breathlessly and handed her the robe.

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She stood up, "Can you please put it on for me, Amy?"

A strange request, but wanting her covered up as quickly as possible to derail the impact her nudity was having

on me, | obliged. My hands shook slightly as | stood in such close proximity to this gorgeous and manipulative

girl who was causingto question my sexuality. She backed up toas she reached her arms through the

sleeves and once it was on, she turned around so we were eye to eye. She leaned in, | thought to kiss my lips,

but instead she kissed my cheek. A tingle spread to my vag... sorry, ‘cunt’, and | desperately tried to ignore it.

She excused herself to go to the washroom and | waited, the whole trunning through... | don't know, song

titles beginning with the letter 'J', anything to try and extinguish a fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came

back a couple minutes later and placidly... totally unlike me... sat across from me, returning to our conversation

as if it had never been interrupted. "So you have never... ever... thought about another girl sexually?"

"I didn't say that," | replied, attempting to make a joke about it.

"So, you have thought of a girl sexually?" she asked, her tone giving just a hint of flirtation.

"l imagine every woman has at spoint," | responded, attempting desperately to make it seem generic and

not personal... certainly not about her and me.

"Ya think?" she grinned, which confirmed tothat she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to

resist the temptation, the fire in my belly was getting harder to ignore.

| shrugged, still desperately attempting to keep things casual, "Of course."

| heard a thump under the table and Karen cursed, "Ouch, shit, | stubbed my toe again."

"Are you OK?" | asked, motherly instinct again luringinto dangerous waters.

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"I think so, but can you caround and take a look?" she asked, turning her chair away from the table.

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