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Jessica's Live-In Babysitter - Part 1
by CutePatti
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Sam had doubts about Becky's idea when she had broached it to him over
lunch at the office. Sam and Becky had known each other for many years and
had even had a serious relationship at one time. But that was long over
and they were able to remain friends since they worked for the same
company.
"I have a problem," she said, "and I think you're the perfect solution!"
She went on to explain that she had accepted the position of manager of
the customer service department.
She had agreed to take on managing the night shift, from 5 PM to 1 AM
because it paid almost twice the daytime shift. Money was tight these
days, she said. Her problem was that she didn't feel right about leaving
her daughter alone so much of the time, especially at night. In addition
to that, it made it difficult for her to have a social life. She had a
steady boyfriend now, and whenever they wanted to spend some time
together, it necessarily involved getting someone lined up to look after
her.
"So," she said after explaining this all to him, "I got to thinking that
things would be a lot better if I had a roommate, someone I could trust
who would keep an eye on Jessica when I wasn't there, someone whose work
hours weren't as crazy as mine, a sort of live-in babysitter, someone like
you, Sam."
He had resisted at first, but she was very persistent. She pointed out
that the lease at his apartment was about to expire, and she would charge
him practically nothing for the room, exactly nothing, in fact. And
Jessica knew him, she would feel comfortable with him. "And," she added,
"we both know you're a real home-body, Sam. You always preferred staying
home rather than going out." That was true, he had to admit, and it still
was. In fact, it was one of the reasons they had drifted apart, since
Becky liked going out and having fun.
In the end he agreed. He would move in and share Becky's condo with her
and her fourteen-year-old daughter Jessica. He would not be her
babysitter exactly, but a sort of surrogate step-father. The impact on
the rest of his life would be minimal. He was free to go into work during
the day, or work from the condo via his computer. He only needed to be at
the office a couple of days a week, to have meetings with the group of
technicians he supervised, so he would in fact be home most of the time.
In short, his only responsibility would be to watch Jessica, to keep her
company, and keep her safe. Contrary to Becky's original offer, he
insisted that he pay her for the room, half her mortgage payment, in fact.
She protested, and insisted that half would be too much. They finally
settled on a one-third contribution from him. A great deal for both of
them.
They discussed the details and ground-rules. He would prepare dinner for
Jessica. "That's another reason I chose you," Becky said, "You're such a
great cook!" And he would make sure she did her chores and got to bed at
a decent hour and help her with her homework. If either of them, Becky or
Sam, had dates, they would not bring their partners home. Truth was, Sam
hadn't dated anybody for a long time anyway.
"Good!" Becky said finally, obviously happy with their arrangement. "I'm
going to make sure your room is ready so you can move in right away. So
make yourself at home, roomie!" She gave him a brief hug, and went out of
the room. Sam sipped his coffee for a few minutes, then looked up as the
kitchen door suddenly opened. The door led to a deck at the rear of the
condo, and there, framed in the doorway, was Jessica. It had been four
years since he had seen her. She was ten when he and her mother had last
dated, and he remembered her as a sweet and pretty little girl, with long
tresses of wavy blond hair. The three of them had been a close little
family during the months he and Becky were together. He wondered if she
would remember him now.
But, the Jessica standing before him now he hardly recognized since she
was taller and much more grown up. In fact, she was as tall as him. He had
always been slight of build and was amazed that this girl was now
basically the same size as him. Her hair was the same mass of blond
radiance, but it was pulled straight back from her forehead and gathered
into a big ponytail. She was wearing a short, loose sundress, white with
a pattern of yellow flowers, and was carrying a beach bag in which a towel
and a swim suit were visible. Flip-flop sandals were on her feet. But
that wasn't what first caught his attention. He noticed her toenails were
painted a sparkly pink color and had tiny little white flowers painted on
them. Unbeknownst to her...or anyone, for that matter, Sam was a man with
a foot fetish, so this was quite a lovely sight for him. He momentarily
forgot whose feet he was gazing at.
The morning sun was behind Jessica as she stood in the doorway, and the
light streaming through the thin dress made it virtually transparent from
where Sam sat at the table. He was able to see the outline of her slim
figure, descending down her sides to her waist and curving out over her
hips, then down to the sweep of her long legs. The bright sun provided
enough illumination to partially reveal a cute bra which showed only a
slight protrusion of yet-to-be developed breasts. Also revealed were the
panties she wore under the dress, a brief bikini style. Sam stared,
momentarily speechless. He was also fascinated with panties...and
bras....and even pretty dresses. Yes, he had a lot of 'special' interests
which he kept hidden.
After a few seconds Jessica broke the silence. "Uh, HELLO......earth to
Sam!" she said. "So, you're gonna be my babysitter, huh? Well, do you
recognize me? So are you going to look at my face or just keep gawking at
my feet?" She rolled her eyes. Sam blinked and found his voice. He
quickly averted his gaze from her feet, smiled and got up to greet her.
"Yes, I remember you, Jessica," he said. "But think of me as a roommate,
not a babysitter. Besides, we're old friends."
Jessica looked at him dubiously. Then she brightened a bit and said, "OK,
roomie. But please call me Jessie since that's what all my friends call me
now. Only Mom still calls me Jessica." Jessie walked to the table and
plopped herself into a chair, dropping her bag on the floor. "I was
headed over to my friend Amy's house and we're going swimming in her pool,
but I thought I'd come in and say 'Hi' first. So, Hi." She splayed her
legs out in front of her, looking intently at Sam. She started working her
flip-flops with her toes as she watched Sam looking at her. It was like
she was purposely displaying her cute toes to him. He wondered if she
somehow guessed the effect that had on him....after all, she had noticed
him staring at her feet a few minutes earlier.
"I'm glad you did," said Sam, trying to act normally. "I've been looking
forward to meeting you again." "Yeah, me too, I guess," she said. "But
it's kinda weird Mom asking you and all. I mean, you guys were going out,
right? Back when you knew us before?" "Yes, we were," Sam said. "But
things just didn't work out. That doesn't mean we can't be friends,
though, right?" She twisted her mouth to the side and frowned skeptically.
"I guess. If you say so. But I still think it's strange." "Unusual,
maybe," said Sam, "but not strange. I don't think so anyway."
Jessie was silent for a few moments. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked
suddenly. "Not at the moment," said Sam, raising his eyebrows. "Why?" "No
reason," she said, "just curious. Mom does, you know. I mean she has a
boyfriend." "Yes, I know," he replied, "she told me." "And it doesn't
bother you?" Jessie asked. "I mean, if you thought maybe you were going
to get back together and all..." Sam smiled. "No, it doesn't bother me.
I told you, we're just friends now, good friends. Anyway, you're the
reason I'm here, not her. You know what I mean?" Jessie shrugged. "I
guess so, but it seems strange you don't have a girlfriend. You do still
like GIRLS don't you?" and she grinned devilishly as she said it,
emphasizing the word 'girls'. Sam just smiled at her and thought about the
implication of what she just said. Yeah, he certainly did like girls.
Especially the cute clothes they wear.
Then before he could answer she twitched her right foot and her flip-flop
fell to the floor right in front of him. "Wow, I am so clumsy sometimes.
Could you please pick that up for me?" As he bent down, his face almost
touched her outstretched foot and he again wondered if she was purposely
teasing him. No, she's too young to understand about those kind of things,
he thought to himself. As he handed it to her she slowly raised up her
foot and sort of wiggled her toes as she put it back on. "Do you like the
way my toes look? I just had them done a couple of days ago. Aren't they
awesome?"
She was definitely teasing him, or maybe even testing him to see his
reaction. Sam was trying not to watch too intently but was mesmerized by
what he was seeing. He said, "they look very nice and, yes, I like the way
they look." She smiled a sort of 'got-cha' smile and then stood up.
"Well, I gotta get over to Amy's," she said, scooping up her bag and
heading for the door. "Guess I'll see you later." She opened the door to
go out, then stopped and turned back to him. "It's nice to see you again,
Sam" she said. "I guess I'm glad you're here." Then she bounced out the
door. "See ya!" she said brightly, and was gone.
Sam stood for a few moments, watching her through the window as she
traipsed off to meet her friend. As he watched her he remembered the cute
bra and panties she was wearing, and how he had seen them through her
sheer dress. Wow, how he loved bras and panties. Especially the cute kind
that young girls wore. And now he was going to be living with one. Becky
came back into the kitchen a minute later and saw him looking out the
window. "I heard you talking with Jessica," she said. "You two get
reacquainted? Things go okay?" "Great," he said. "I was worried, I
admit, but she seems fine. She has certainly grown up since I last saw
her. She's as big as I am."
"Good," Becky said, "I was worried too -- but only a little. Yes, she has
gotten a lot bigger, but she still seems like a little girl in a lot of
ways." "What do you mean," Sam asked. "Well, she is very mature and has
grown a lot, but she still likes to dress very femmy. You saw how she was
dressed." Yes, Sam thought to himself.....I saw how she was dressed! She
took her purse and went to the door. "I've got a few errands to run. Why
don't you get settled in, and I'll see you later. Jessica should be back
about four or five, then maybe we can all go out to eat and celebrate. Why
don't you go upstairs and check-out your room while I'm gone. It's right
next to Jessica's. Oh...and you will have to share a bathroom with her. I
hope you won't mind." "Sounds good, No, I won't mind at all." he said,
"see you later." After Becky left Sam sat down at the table and sipped
his cold coffee, deep in thought.
Nobody knew about this hidden side of him, nobody. It was one of the main
reasons he had tried to talk Becky out of this arrangement. But, perhaps,
also the reason he finally agreed. The thrill he had experienced a few
minutes ago when he saw through Jessie's dress was something he couldn't
control. Seeing her wearing such a girly outfit aroused him, and
literally made his knees weak. For as long as he could remember he had
been irresistibly attracted to young girls, girls like Jessie. The fact
troubled him, but girls around her age excited him terribly, especially on
those occasions when a careless gesture or a gust of wind afforded him a
view of cute panties under the girl's skirt. Or the sight of a girl
wearing cute shoes and socks, or sandals exposing pretty feet and toes.
Whenever that happened his heart raced and his penis stirred. Becky saying
that Jessie dressed 'femmy' made him tingle hearing just that
word.....femmy! And he would be staying in a room right next to hers.
Before you get the wrong idea, Sam was NOT a pedophile. No, not in any
way. He had no sexual attraction or desires for young girls. Their sweet
innocence was what attracted him to them....well that, and their clothes!
That explains why he loved seeing Jessie's bra, panties and her cute
sandals. Those items are what makes his penis drool. Especially when he
can see a girl wearing them and innocently displaying them to him. So why
the fixation with feet and toes? He had no real answer for that. Fetishes
are hard to explain or even understand. It just was the way it was.
So here he was, about to move into a condo where he would be keeping
constant company with a fourteen-year-old girl. And a femmy one, who had
lots of cute clothes, no less. On the one hand, he wanted to be a
responsible adult, protecting the child of a friend who trusted him and he
knew he would do that without fail. But, on the other hand, he felt like
a kid who had just been put in charge of a candy store. As he headed up
the stairs to see his new room he passed by Jessie's. He peeked in and saw
how feminine it was and his penis reacted. And, as he surveyed the room,
he realized that her dresser drawers and her closet were filled with those
articles of clothing that aroused him so much. Yes, this was definately a
good decision to live here!
End of Part 1
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