Chapter 1: Babysitting For Keith and Kathy

Even though I’m going to be a college junior next semester I still baby-sit a lot. There are plenty of parents who want an older girl for their kids and more than willing to pay the bug bucks for the security of knowing a supposedly more mature girl is taking care of their kids. I can’t blame them; personally I can’t imagine entrusting my future children in the care of some hormonal fourteen year-old princess who will spend most of the time on her cell phone than paying attention to the kids. I’m not being harsh, just recalling what I was like way back when I was that age!

In a few cases I think it’s less about security and more that they’re afraid to let go of the apron strings and let their kids stay home alone. These sort of people insist on having someone older in the house even though the kids are (at least in my opinion) plenty old enough to take care of themselves. I have actually “babysat” thirteen and fourteen year boys and girls! Needless to say you can’t hire a fourteen or fifteen year-old girl to watch them.

Take the case of Keith and Kathy who are 29 and 26 respectively. Both work as real estate agents which was how I got connected with them in the first place. My Aunt Linda is also a realtor and one day she overheard them complaining about the low quality of some of their babysitters and so she gave them my name and number. They didn’t even flinch when I quoted my rates even though they are at least twice those of the younger girls.

As realtors, Keith and Kathy sometimes have to meet clients in the evenings or on weekends, often on the spur of the moment. In such times they often had problems getting one of their regular babysitters so they would call me to see if I was available to watch little Ashley. At three years old, she was an absolute doll baby and I always looked forward to taking care of the little angel.

As it worked out Kathy and I got along great. She really wasn’t all that much older than me so it was more like we were friends than the typical mom and babysitter relationship. She was always saying how we should go out for lunch or something but with our schedules as full as they were, that just never seemed to happen.

Kathy seemed very sweet, your stereotypical girl next door from the Midwest who married her high school sweetheart. Although personally I thought she spoiled Ashley a little too much, who was I to say anything being an only child myself and oft accused of being spoiled rotten? No doubt my babysitters had thought the same about my mom when I was Ashley’s age and I think that I turned out OK.

There was one other reason I enjoyed babysitting for them, and it wasn’t something I could ever tell Kathy. There was something in the way her husband Keith looked at me whenever Kathy wasn’t around that made me tingle just a little in all the right places. Whether she admits it or not, EVERY girl notices when a man has his eyes on her and Keith wasn’t very good at hiding his interest in me - or to be more specific, my ass and boobs. Sometimes I honestly wondered if he had any idea what I looked like from the neck up! Naturally I encouraged him a bit by wearing suggestive outfits such as my short cutoffs in the summer or tight jeans in the winter along with a tight shirt or cami that emphasized my boobs. Just leaving a few buttons undone or a teasing look is all that is needed sometimes to get the desired results.

Kathy seemed rather oblivious to the little game I was playing with her husband. It was probably the same with the other girls who babysat for them as well although I would like to think I pushed the line a little more than most. It was just all innocent flirting anyway so far as I was concerned. The two of them seemed quite happily married and so far as the way Keith looked at me, well, MOST men did so for me it would have more unusual if he hadn’t!

In comparison with me, Kathy was conservative although not overly. A pretty brunette, she kept up with the latest fashions but didn’t go overboard. We were about the same height although she hadn’t quite shed all her weight after pregnancy. It’s not like she was fat but her thighs and hips seemed to be hanging on to whatever they could despite her best dieting efforts.

As a realtor, I guess she had a different approach when it came to selling houses than my aunt did who relied on her sexuality and flirting (or whatever else was necessary) to get the sale. My Aunt Linda was the type that wore slinky outfits and all but threw herself at the guys - whether or not they were married. From what my mom had told me, more than a few of her sales were finalized in the bedroom rather than the kitchen table - and not always with just the husband!