Ashley is a strawberry blonde girl with flirty brown eyes. She had been working as a babysitter every summer since she entered high school. The whole experience is a lot of fun for her as there are always new people to meet and nice kids she can get acquainted with. Many of the parents she met loved her easy going nature and the fact that kids seem to really like being with her.
“Morning Ash.”, said James as she passed by her at the kitchen.
“Morning.” James is Trish’s older brother. He’s a student at the University and is here on vacation. She blushed as he greeted her. It annoys her that she can be very casual with the rest of this household but not with James. He is breathtakingly handsome and the girls in the neighborhood are fighting for her attention. He is also very tall, and the fact that Ash is petite makes her feel vulnerable whenever he is around. She was staring and wanted to kick herself for not being able to control her reactions towards him.
“Good morning Ash. Come join us for breakfast.” That’s Mrs. Jones, the charming mother of James and Trish. Looking at her, you would marvel at how she raised her kids as a single mom. She’s a beautiful woman with a Southern accent. She’s in her late 30’s but could easily pass as twenty-ish mom. She’s a great cook and on this particular Saturday morning, the breakfast table is filled with warm bagels, croissants, Spanish omelet, sausages, and bacon. There’s also a delicious baking smell coming from the oven—–smells like yummy brownies.
Trish, her subject, is 5. She’s a mini version of Goldilocks, with curly hair like gold spun lace and blue eyes that smile all the time, except when she’s hungry. “Hi Ash. Let’s go for a swim later. Okay?”
“Sure, Trish.” The kiddo is a fantastic swimmer and more and more, the house pool seems to be a tad too small for her talents. Good thing she brought some swimsuit with her.
The breakfast is amazing. However, with James seated across from her, she was not able to swallow anything. She hated feeling this self-conscious but she can’t help it. Damn it, he’s so hot.
That afternoon, Mrs. Jones went to the groceries. She saw James watching her while she was watching T.V. He made her feel so very self-conscious. She felt like spreading her legs so he can see her see through underwear. “Are you crazy?” she thought to herself. James is the classic rake. Besides, he never showed any interest on her more than watching her closely when he thinks he is unnoticed. She focused on his hands. Ashley already felt them brushing against her skin. All of a sudden, she felt feverish. Damn.
Mrs. Jones—Miranda swept her way down the staircase leaving behind a trail of racy Gucci Rush. She’s wearing a smashing black number that reveals her dainty long legs and her slender body. She obviously prepared for a hot date and well, she looks great. She gave Trish a peck on the cheek and hugged her tight. “I’ll be back before you know it, sweetie. I’ll leave you with Ashley for a while. “Bye, mommy.” Trish said.
“Shall we go upstairs now for some stories? Or do you want to watch T.V. for a while?”
“I want to hear some new stories Ash. Plus, I want to play with my Barbie’s. Let’s go upstairs.” The kid took Ashley’s hand and led her upstairs. As they walked towards her room, they passed by James’ room. Ashley’s heart started to pound. She looked away.
The next couple of hours were spent telling stories to Trish. She love the Disney Princess, Jasmine is her favorite. After finishing two stories, Ash went to the kitchen to get a can of diet soda. Trish spent some quality time with her Malibu Barbie. As she bent down to grab some diet Coke, she felt a hand on her leg. “Trish, do you want some chocolate milkshake?” She asked. When there was no response, she turned and saw James standing behind her. “I want a milkshake. I’m sorry I startled you. You have some neon ink stains on your leg. Looks like Trish played her highlighter trick again.”
She looked at her legs and so what he was talking about. There were pink and neon yellow streaks everywhere. She tried to rubbed the stains with her cold hand. “It’s not gonna work. You need to do more than that. He walked away and came back seconds later holding some tin of salve in one of his hands. He took some paper towels as well. “Look, it’s okay. Don’t bother. I get dirtied up like this all the time. It’s no big deal.” She saw his disappointed look and held put her hand. “Okay, let me have those.” James shook his head. “Let me do it. Your legs are totally stained, especially at the back. I can easily wipe everything off.”
She shrugged her shoulders and sat on one of the kitchen stools. “Fine.”, she said. She hated being alone with him—hated the fact that she can’t seem to say anything sensible whenever he is around. Ashley snapped open her soda can and drank the cool effervescent liquid. James’ hand rubbed some salve on her legs and gently rubbed it off with some tissue. His manner was gentle at the beginning but all of a sudden, his hands began to massage her legs in a sensual way, making her sigh deeply. “Is Trish asleep?” He asked.
“Hmmm, not yet. Speaking of which, I have to get back to her. She’ll be looking for me soon.” With that, she jumped out of the stool, but not before James caught her lips and grabbed her butt. They kiss—- their mouths tentative. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and massaged her butt with his hands. She pulled herself away. “Please. I have to get back now.” He nodded. “Come back here as soon as you can. I will be waiting.” Unable to think clearly, she rushed out of the kitchen and almost ran for the stairs.
She gently opened the door to Trish’s room and saw her still busy with her Barbie. “What took you so long, Ash?” she asked.
“Sorry. I had to make some calls. Would you like something? A glass of milk?” Ashley offered.
“No, thanks. I feel sleepy. Can we do another story?”
“Sure thing, hop on your bed.” Ashley said.
It only took one page of theatrical storytelling and Trish dozed off. Ashley took her favorite bunny bear and placed it beside her. She delicately placed her dusty pink comforter and kissed her cheek. “Sleep tight Goldilocks.”
It was 5 minutes past nine but she does not worry. It’s weekend tomorrow and since her mom and Mrs. Jones know each other, she’s able to spend the night here a few times already without making her mom worry. She made her way down the stairs quietly. James was still there, in front of his laptop. She sat down beside him. When he felt her, he closed his laptop and turned to face her. “I want you Ashley.” With that, he took her hand and led her inside one of the guestrooms downstairs. It was the room at the house front, they’d know if someone arrives. He closed the door and caught her mouth, this time he kissed her gently. His tongue made light tantalizing movements on her lips, causing her entire body to tingle. “We shouldn’t.”, said Ashley in between breaths. He shook his head. “You came downstairs all by yourself Ashley. I know you want this too.” He took his hand again and pressed it against his shorts. He was rock hard. “God, you’re so big.” She cupped him gently and he groaned. “That feels amazing…” His mouth started to mate with hers again, his tongue sucking all her defenses. It was the most erotic kiss she’d ever experienced. Hot. Torrid. Melting.