Chapter 3: Kate's Story

It was Friday, June 27, and Mark and I were out on our weekly "date night." We had completely spaced the opening night of the Blues Brothers movie last week having instead fixed a nice pasta dinner and stayed in drinking wine, watching TV and making out on the sofa. Everyone was raving about the new movie so we went to see it a week after it opened, at the Christown Mall Cinema, and we were not disappointed. It was a great, fun movie with awesome music and wonderful cameos. Had we been in aisle seats, we would have been dancing. We had originally planned on Chinese food, but after watching Aretha Franklin belt out Franklin and White's "THINK," it had to be soul food or nothing. After the movie we rode the escalator down into the mall, found a pay phone with a Yellow Pages and located a soul food restaurant just up the road on Thomas where we feasted on a delicious meal of barbecued chicken, corn bread, candied yams and potato salad.

Cheerful and stated, we drove back to Mark's house. Happily Shane and Jeff were both out, so we went onto the back porch, undressed each other and went for a romantic late night skinny dip in the pool. An erotic shower, a bottle of wine and some energetic lovemaking rounded out a perfect evening. It was almost midnight and I had no intention of going back to my house tonight, but to spare myself a lecture I played one of my oldest phone tricks on my parents. I slipped on one of Mark's T-shirts and padded out to the kitchen phone. I dialed my home number then waited for my dad to pick up the bedside phone.

"I've got it dad! It's for me! I've got it!" I said impatiently, when he picked up.

"Kate, how many times have I told you," my dad grumbled sleepily, "to tell your friends not to call so late!"

The line went dead and I hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on my face, as I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I pulled a plastic cup from the cupboard I heard keys scraping in the lock of the front door and a familiar voice. It was Jeff, and a new girl I didn't recognize. We met in the hallway as they were headed for the den.

Jeff was an imposing figure, standing at 6'5" with broad shoulders, short spiky dark hair and tattoos on his arms. He was dressed in his usual attire, black leather vest, concert T-shirt, torn jeans and black biker boots. The "bad boy" of the band, he played rhythm guitar, rode a motorcycle and had deplorable taste in women. He was also a real sweetheart once you got to know him.

His date tonight was a tall busty blonde with thin hips and long legs. She was dressed in a black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, a short, tight denim shorts and black boots. Her straight blonde hair was parted down the middle and hung down to her shoulders, and her rather long nose and full lips made me think of Janice, lead guitarist of the Electric Mayhem band on the Muppet show.

"Oh, hey Red!" Jeff said, "This is Claire. Claire, this is Kate, our bass player I was telling you about."

"Oh wow, awesome!" Claire said with the groggy enthusiasm of someone well and truly stoned. "Jeff was playing me some tapes ... of your band! Yeah! You guys are really good!" She said, swaying slightly.

"Thanks!" I said. "Nice to have met you, but I was just heading to bed."

"Wait!" Claire said, grabbing my arm. "Stay up and party with us! It'll be fun!"

"Thanks, but I'm all partied out tonight." I said as I gently disentangled my arm from her. "But you two have fun. Mark and I went skinny dipping earlier, and its perfect weather for it now."

"Skinny-dipping? Really?" Claire said, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Oh yeah." I said to her. "The water feels so good against your naked skin this time of night. The pool's just out back through those sliding glass doors." I said pointing to the other end of the Den.

"Skinny dipping!" Claire squealed to Jeff, as if she had just discovered the greatest plan in the history of plans. "That sounds so awesome! Let's go!" She giggled, as she ran to the pool, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in her wake.

Jeff stood and watched Claire run off across the patio then turned to face me, a huge grin on his face as he raised his right hand and cocked it back.

"How about that Jeff?" I said grinning smugly "I just got your date's cloths off in under a minute, using only my tongue!"

I held up my right hand to collect the high-five I so richly deserved as Jeff slapped down at my palm.

"You rock, Red!" Jeff laughed, as he blushed.

Getting Jeff, the tattooed "bad boy" of the band to blush was quite an accomplishment, and I was extremely pleased with myself as I turned to the hall and headed to Mark's room.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered something." Jeff said, as he stripped off his shirt. "Your mom called earlier and said some lady called Jenny ... Swanson? Swenson? Whatever -she called about a babysitting job or something. I wrote her number on the pad by the Yellow Pages."

"Oh thanks." I said, trying to hide my excitement.

Jeff slipped through and closed the sliding glass doors as he went out to join his date in the pool.

I glanced at the notepad. It was Jenny's number all right. My heart beat a little faster as I walked back to Mark's room. He was already asleep and I crawled into bed after I placed the glass of water on the bedside table. As I lay there, tired yet unable to find sleep, I played through the events of last weekend in my head yet again.

It had been a wild emotional ride, but I was very pleased with the way things were working out. Mark, true to his word, offered no objection to me seeing Jenny, but cautioned me to be careful lest her husband discover our secret. Mark's honesty and his trust in me warmed my heart. Jenny's acceptance of her feelings for me also involved a huge investment of trust on her part. I felt incredibly special and lucky; I really did seem to have the best of both worlds.

Which was not to say that I wasn't terribly nervous. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever consider the possibility of having an affair with an older, married woman, and I really had no idea what to expect from our little fling. All of my previous lesbian relationships had been with girls my own age, and all strictly monogamous although very different in nature. My affair with Allison was the result of young love, with Yolanda it was rebound, and with Betty it was a combination of things; loneliness, flattery at her dogged attention, and a curiosity about the lesbian lifestyle. Betty, a softball player I met in the 8th grade, was the closest thing to an out and out lesbian as I had ever seen. Lean, athletic and with short dark hair, she seduced me with her boyish charms, persistent advances and her precocious sexual skills.

Betty had lived with her divorced mother in a trailer park on the proverbial "wrong side of the tracks" ever since her father, a semi-professional baseball player, had abandoned them 2 years earlier. It was a scruffy, run down place and I can still remember my shock when she first took me there after school. Her mother was an exotic dancer at a "gentleman's club" over by Grand Avenue, and she was quite open about her lesbian lifestyle at home. She often had half naked, tattooed girlfriends lounging about in the living room, smoking and drinking at all hours. Betty's relationship with her mother was strained, to say the least, and I always felt uncomfortable in their home, never knowing when a profanity laden screaming match was about to break out between them. Their house was always filthy and dark, and I remember it smelling of stale cigarettes and cheap booze. It was about as different from my own white bread, suburban, middle-class home life as I could possibly imagine, but it was the only place where Betty and I could be alone together. It wasn't so bad at night when her mother was working, and we had many fun and memorable evenings there together in her room.

Betty and I had a short and stormy relationship, lasting only about three months. Looking back, I suppose trouble was inevitable in an affair involving a domineering, budding bull-dyke and a stubborn, fiery tempered redhead. I learned a lot about lesbian sex during those months, but eventually the drama drove me away. Betty became possessive, jealous, and abusive. If she even heard a rumor of me talking to a boy at school she would subject me to an angry interrogation followed by a torrent of verbal abuse, calling me horrible names until I cried. The first time she hit me was when I refused her surprise "gift" of an ultra-short hairstyling at a salon where one of her mother's girlfriends worked. She grew enraged when I balked at having my long hair cut off, accusing me of wanting my hair long because boys liked it. She bloodied my lip when I tried to leave, and caused a huge scene in the salon. She was kicked out, while her mother's girlfriend kindly called me a cab to take me home.

After a week of her constant pleading, I finally decided to give Betty one more chance. It was a bad decision, but at the time I was lonely, insecure and addicted to the sex. All was well for about two weeks, and we had some good times together. The last straw came when I refuse to let her pop my cherry in her bedroom with a strap on dildo she had stolen from her mother's room. Another huge fight ensued as she accused me of "saving myself for a boy." Eventually she grew violent, beating me and trying to force herself on me. After a desperate struggle I got my hands on one of her softball bats and nearly killed her with a blow to the head, which knocked her unconscious. I threw on my cloths, ran all the way home and hid under my bed, crying myself to sleep. I never spoke to her again. Her paranoia about me secretly wanting to be with boys became a self-fulfilling prophecy when I started high school, and I vowed never to get involved in a relationship with a butch lesbian again.

Awakening Jenny's bisexual side created what seemed like the perfect outlet for my sapphic proclivities. She didn't seem to have any desire to change me, instead accepting me for who I was. Nor did it seem she wanted to possess me. She had made it clear that she was devoted to her marriage, and especially to her baby, Max. I had no idea how long our little affair would last, but Jenny seemed to have a very deep reservoir of libidinal energy, curiosity and willingness to experiment. Even if her feelings for me were simply the result of bi-sexual curiosity, I could see this affair stretching on for at least a couple months before she was sated. And if she does develop real and lasting bisexual tendencies — who knows?

I really liked her as a person, and was completely in lust with her gorgeous body. All of my previous experiences had been with girls my own age, and less sexually developed than myself. Being with an older woman whose body was in the full flower of womanhood was an amazing turn on. I liked the way she made me feel, and I like the way I seem to make her feel. I thought that I was being a careful and sensitive guide on a confusing and emotionally fraught journey to parts of Jenny's sexuality that she wasn't previously aware of. If I could just play it cool and avoid "thinking with my hair" (or "having a Red moment" as Mark often put it.), Jenny and I could both enjoy a wonderful, safe and discreet relationship that could fulfill both of our needs.

Saturday was game day for the boys, so after Mark and I showered and had breakfast I talked him into loaning me the van for the day. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do today, but I thought I should check in with the parents soon. They would be suspicious if I showed up in the morning wearing my date cloths, so I changed into some jeans, an old T-shirt and sneakers that I kept in Mark's room for such occasions.

I arrived at my parent's house just after 11:00 and went in carrying my date cloths and shoes. Mom was in the kitchen fixing lunch, while dad and Erin were in the TV room watching sports.

"You were up early this morning." My dad commented.

"The early bird gets the worms." I said, flaunting the clothes and shoes.

"Our Kate is a dedicated bargain hunter." My mom said proudly. "How you managed to get up so early to hunt for garage sales after being out all night never ceases to amaze me."

"I'd happily sleep in and shop later if it wasn't 110° by noon." I said as I headed for my room.

"Oh Kate, you had a phone call from a Jenny Swenson yesterday. I left a message at Mark's house, did you get it?" My mother asked. "Something about a babysitting job. I took her number down, it's over by the phone."

"Yeah I got the message, thanks!" I said as I headed for my room to drop off my clothes.

I came back into the kitchen, reached for the phone and dialed Jenny's number. The phone rang twice and I panicked momentarily when a man's voice answered.

"Swenson residence, can I help you?" The voice said.

"I ... hello ... is Jenny there?" I stuttered nervously.

"May I ask who is calling?" The voice asked.

"This is Kate ... uhh ... the babysitter." I said clumsily, thankful that he could not see me blushing.

"Oh, Kate! Jenny's told me all about you. I'm Tom, Jenny's husband. Hey, thanks so much for helping her out last week, I really appreciate it." Tom said.

"Oh, it was my pleasure - really!" I replied, suppressing a giggle.

I heard Jenny's voice in the background, although I couldn't make out her words.

"Well, here she is." Tom said. "I look forward to meeting you Kate."

"Kate! Hi, thanks for getting back to me so quickly." Jenny said. "Tom and I have been invited out to dinner and drinks this coming Thursday night, the night before Independence day, by a couple he knows from work. Can you look after Max from about 6 to 10:30?"

"Sure," I replied, "I can do that. Shall I come over about 5:30?"

"Hang on a sec," Jenny said, muffling the phone with her hand. "Honey, could you check on Max, I thought I heard something fall in the nursery." She said, addressing Tom.

"Kate?" She asked.

"I'm here." I said.

"I'm not working on Thursday, so why don't you come over about noon." She said softly. "If not sooner."

"Could you come pick me up?" I asked. "Now that you mention it, I think Jeff is using the van next weekend to help a friend move."

"Sure," Jenny said. "I'll drive you home too."

I gave Jenny directions to a nearby 7-11 as I grinned thinking of how we would fill the hours before I was needed as a babysitter.

"Sounds good," I said, softly. "Let's make it 10:00."

"Great!" Jenny said. "I can't wait to see you again! Oh, and bring a swimsuit."

The long summer days seemed to drag by, but Thursday finally came around, and I prepared myself for my rendezvous with Jenny and my babysitting night. My vanity got the better of me and I primped in front of the mirror like I was getting ready to go on a date. I wore a nice short-sleeved white cotton blouse that accentuated my cleavage, a knee-length matching skirt with white three-inch cork sandals. In a bag with my swimwear I packed a pair of jeans, a pink T-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I told my mom that I was going to swim at a friends house before going to baby-sit, and left the house a few minutes before 10:00, heading to the 7-11.

Jenny was early, her Chevy Nova parked by the road in front of the convenience store when I arrived. I smiled. The clandestine nature of this meeting gave me a thrill, made all the spicier by the sleazy location, and the fact that I was soon going to get paid by the hour like a prostitute. I sashayed up to the passenger side door, leaned into the open window displaying my cleavage and pulled my sunglasses down to the tip of my nose.

"Hey honey, you looking for a date?" I said in a nasally New York accent.

Jenny covered her face as she blushed and burst out laughing.

"Kate! You are bad, so bad!" She laughed.

I grinned as I opened the door, placed my bag in the back seat and sat down beside her. I closed the door and turned to look at her, and was gratified to see that I wasn't the only one who had spent a little too much time in front of the mirror this morning. Jenny looked great. Her long strawberry blond hair looked freshly brushed and fell loose about her shoulders. Her hazel eyes looked beautiful and were brought out by sparing use of mascara, eyeliner and a bit of eye shadow, and her lips were a playful shade of red. She was wearing a loose fitting floral blouse, unbuttoned far enough down to reveal her ample cleavage, a short white skirt and white sandals.

We sat there gazing at each other in silence while the sexual tension rose between us. We both wanted to fall into each other's arms and kiss, but we were out in public. I slowly brought my left index finger to my lips and sensuously kissed it. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I reached my extended finger down into her lap, and pressed it against her pussy, causing her to gasp slightly. I then slowly returned the finger to my lips and sucked it erotically, never breaking eye contact. Jenny closed her eyes and sank back into the seat as her bosom heaved and a shuddering sigh escaped her lips.

"Missed me?" I whispered.

"Oh Kate, you have no idea." She said, eyeing me hungrily. "Two weeks is too long."

Jenny fumbled for the keys and started the engine. I smiled as I fastened my seat belt. It was such a turn on making her flustered like that. I could feel a familiar tingle spreading in my pussy as my libido awoke.

"You look good enough to eat, Jenny." I said, as I caressed her with my eyes.

"So do you Kate." Jenny said, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed west.

As soon as we were straightened out on the open road, we looked at each other and smiled. As Jenny returned her eyes to the road, she reached over and took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. We drove the fifteen minutes to her house chatting about this and that, holding hands and smiling.

Jenny pulled into the carport, set the break and turned off the ignition. She smiled at me affectionately, kissed her right index finger and placed it on my skirt over my pussy. She smiled as she withdrew her finger, put it in her mouth and sucked it. I sighed and blew her a kiss, grabbed my bag from the back seat and stepped out of the car, closing the door.

"Behave yourself when we go inside." Jenny said. "My neighbor is watching Max."

"Thanks for the warning." I said with a grin, as I walked over to the carport door and stood beside her. "I was planning on ... not behaving myself."

"Seriously, Kate." Jenny said as she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You are an innocent teenage babysitter. Just try to ... stay in character until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Mrs. Swenson." I answered brightly.

"Perfect!" Jenny said, suppressing a giggle as she opened the carport door.

I followed Jenny through the carport door and the laundry room to the den, trying with moderate success to think innocent thoughts. Sitting on the sofa in the den was a plump brunette wearing a grey ASU T-shirt and sweatpants with a young girl of about ten sitting beside her with a bored expression on her face. The brunette looked up from her game show and smiled at Jenny.

"That was quick!" She said. "Oh, you must be the new babysitter." She said, addressing me.

"Marge, this is Katie. Katie this is Marge Simmons and her daughter Anne, my neighbors." Jenny said.

"Katie?" I thought to myself.

I wasn't particularly fond of that name, having outgrown it many years ago, but I guess this was now the name of my new "innocent" persona.

"Hello Mrs. Simmons, nice to meet you." I said, as I shook her hand.

"Thanks again for keeping an eye on Max." Jenny said. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."

"Oh, no trouble at all. He didn't even wake up." Marge said, as she stood up and took Anne by the hand.

Jenny saw Marge to the front door and thanked her again for watching Max. She closed the door and turned to me with a smile.

"You were very good, Kate." She said smiling.

"Why thank you, Mrs. Swenson." I said, giving her my most mischievous smile. "Before you show me around the house, could I use the restroom please?"

Jenny looked perplexed for a moment, then smiled.

"Oh, I get it smarty-pants." Jenny said, laughing. "You can come out of charac..."

She stopped speaking mid-sentence, and I could tell by the sudden gleam in her eye that she and I were on the same page. Jenny suppressed a smile then took a moment to compose herself and get back into character as the prim housewife.

"Why certainly Katie, right this way." She said as she led me down the corridor and opened the guest bathroom door.

I thanked her as she held open the door for me and told her that I would be a few minutes. I wanted to give us both some time to come up with ideas and get deeper into character. I decided I was overdressed in my white blouse and skirt, and changed into the T-shirt, jeans and sneakers I brought. I decided to go without the bra, as my firm 34 C's looked great in a tight T-shirt.

So I was supposed to be the innocent teenage babysitter. That will require all my acting talents, I thought to myself. I grinned as I realized that if I was the innocent one, Jenny had to play the role of the seductress. This should be interesting — talk about playing against type.

As I changed I tried to imagine myself how I was a month ago, before my sapphic yearnings had been awakened from their slumber, before I met Jenny. I tried to imagine myself as an innocent, naïve young teenager just out on a regular babysitting job. I took a deep breath to center myself, then Katie stepped through the door and headed to the den where Mrs. Swenson was waiting.

"Ah, There you are Katie." Mrs. Swenson said with a smile. "And don't you look pretty in that pink top."

"Thank you." I replied with a shy shrug. "You look very nice too. I like that blouse, it looks very good on you."

"Why thank you Katie, you're very sweet." She said, as she filled two glasses with white wine at the bar.

I smiled as I looked around the den. It looks like a cozy place to spend the evening babysitting while Mrs. Swenson and her husband had a night out.

"Here Katie." She said as she handed me a glass. "I know you're too young, but what happens in this house stays in this house, if you know what I mean." She said with a wink.

"Wine!" I thought to myself, as I took a deep sip. "Mrs. Swenson is cool!" I had a feeling I was really going to enjoy babysitting for her.

"Well let's get started on the tour, shall we?" Mrs. Swenson said as she took my free hand and led me through the house showing me where everything was that I might need during the evening. When we got to the nursery she motioned for me to be quiet and we slipped in to find the baby sleeping peacefully. She quietly pointed out all the baby supplies in the closet, then put her hand on my back and ushered me out the door, slipping me a subtle caress on the small of my back that sent tingles up my spine. I thought it was a rather strangely affectionate gesture considering we had only just met, but I put it down as just a quirk of her personality. She was just one of those touchy-feely types. She led me into the kitchen and showed me a list of emergency numbers by the phone, and she showed me where the bottles of breast milk were stored in the refrigerator.

"You mean that's all ... from you?" I said, eyes wide as I looked at the stack of bottles.

"Yes, that's all fresh and home made." She smiled. "My boobs aren't usually this big." She said as she cupped them, as if weighing them with her hands. "But they're all full of milk, so I've gone up two cup sizes." She said with a sly smile as she jiggled them.

My eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of my head when she did that, and I could feel my pulse race and my breath catch. Part of me was very uncomfortable and wanted to change the subject quickly, but another part of me was fascinated and wanted to know more. The latter part won out, as my curiosity got the better of me.

"How do you get it ... out?" I asked, perplexed.

Mrs. Swenson smiled as she stepped closer to me.

"Well, I have a machine called a breast pump." She said, as she reached into the dishwasher and pulled out a clear plastic disc with a nipple attachment. "This is a part of it." She said softly, as she casually pulled the left side of her blouse down exposing a stiff pink nipple the size of the end of my thumb, set in a huge areola as big as the palm of my hand.

I stared, fascinated - I had never seen a woman's nipple this close before.

"It is a sort of suction cup that fits like this." Mrs. Swenson explained, as she placed the plastic disc over her nipple. " I attach it to an electric pump with some tubing, and then it sucks the milk out of my boob and puts it in a bottle so I don't always have to breast-feed Max."

She looked into my wide eyes and smiled as she tucked her nipple back into her blouse.

"How about more wine?" She said, as she led me by the arm around to the bar.

She refilled our glasses and smiled, her hazel eyes lingering on my chest for just a moment more than I thought proper. I could hardly complain as I was having trouble tearing my own eyes away from her very ample cleavage. Mrs. Swenson certainly had an amazing figure, and I couldn't get the image of her erect nipple out of my mind.

Mrs. Swenson suddenly excused herself, saying she would be right back as she left the den and headed back into the bedroom. As she slipped by me her breasts touched my arm just above the elbow ever so slightly, sending another rush of excitement through my body. After she left I took a deep breath, feeling a tingling in my crotch and my breasts. As I looked down at myself I realized with embarrassment that my nipples were very much erect, poking at the fabric of my pink T-shirt. I took another drink of wine and try to calm myself. I had never felt this way around a woman before, and I was very confused. But there was something about Mrs. Swenson that just ... fascinated me. Part of me was glad that I wouldn't be spending too much time with her and these strange feelings she elicited from me, while another part of me wished she wouldn't leave.

Before long Mrs. Swenson came back down the hall.

"I just called Tom and unfortunately he's going to be about an hour and a half late." She said. "I'm going to have a bath and change into something more comfortable."

"Why don't you have a seat." She said, as she placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the couch. "Relax, and watch a video for a while. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Just watch a video, and help yourself to the wine." She said, as she twirled a lock of her blonde hair with a finger and smiled.

"Uhh, okay." I said uncertainly, as she headed back to the bedroom.

I sat there uneasily for a minute, sipping my wine and wondering what was going on. Mrs. Swenson was acting strange, and I had the nagging feeling she was up to something. I got up and padded quietly down to the hall, listening at her bedroom door. I thought I heard the bath running, so I shrugged and headed back to the den. After having another sip of wine I decided to turn on the VHS player and watch a video as she had suggested. I glanced through the stack of cassettes on the shelf, but nothing really caught my eye. When the machine warmed up, the light indicated that there was already a cassette inside, so I hit play out of curiosity and sat back on the couch.

After a few seconds of static, the title came up reading "Beaver—ly Hills Housewives," which sounded to me like some kind of spoof or comedy, so I settled back into the couch and made myself comfortable. As a twangy bass guitar riff played, the camera followed a sports car driving through upscale neighborhoods as the credits rolled. Two attractive women with long legs and huge breasts, dressed in fine clothes and wearing lots of makeup got out of the car and went into an expensive looking house as the credits ended. There was some dialogue, but it was hard to make out as the production quality left something to be desired.

Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the two women began to passionately kiss each other as they sat on a couch. I stared, mouth gaping, as the two women began undressing each other and started kissing each other's breasts. This soundtrack at this point was all moans and grunts, so I quickly got up and turn the volume down. Part of me wanted to just turn it off since I didn't think that I was supposed to be watching it, but I figured I had a least 10 minutes before Mrs. Swenson came back from her bath, and I was burning with curiosity. I had never seen anything like this before. On the screen they were now licking and sucking each other's breasts as they moaned with delight and squirmed on the couch. I hated to admit it to myself, but I was fascinated and fast becoming aroused.

I slowly sat back on the couch, mesmerized by what was happening on the screen. The women were now completely naked, and one of them sat with her legs spread while the other put her face right on her pussy. The camera angle changed and I gasped as it showed in great detail the woman's tongue licking back and forth over the other woman's slit. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in quiet gasps as I watched the woman change positions so that they both could suck on each other. The tingle in my groin had grown to a ticklish ache, and as if hypnotized I began to unbutton my jeans. I then slid my hand down into my panties and touched myself. I was incredibly hot and wet, and it felt so good when I rubbed my fingers up and down my moist lips. It was just like what I did at night in my bed sometimes, only the movie was pulling me in and making me incredibly horny.