Babysitter with Benefits by Norweger
Life, all things considered, wasn’t too bad.
It was a brilliant early September indian summer evening, my son had just fallen asleep – and I sat on the porch, enjoying an all too rare beer while lazily watching the sun head for the horizon. Not that I was paying much attention – I had a fairly good idea how it would end.
As an added bonus, the occasion was ripe for trying out the new outdoor speakers I had installed earlier in the week – having figured we tended to head for the porch whenever the weather was cooperating, we might as well be able to listen to music while we were at it.
George Thorogood blared from the speakers – next to ZZ Top and Motörhead, the best music in the world to have a beer to.
I heard a faint, metallic squeal which told me someone had opened the porch gate just around the corner; nine times out of ten, that would be Ella, the next door neighbour’s daughter – at seventeen, she was my son’s favourite babysitter – heck, on occasion I believed she was Thomas’ favourite person – period – his dad included!
Bingo. Ella strode into view, all 5’11” of that lanky teenager which filled in for Thomas’ mom – Ella loved kids in general and Thomas in particular, and after I’d become a single dad – I really felt I stood out in the statistics, my ex had voluntarily moved abroad after we split, and hadn’t even applied for custody; it almost seemed as if she considered me – and Thomas – a mistake she’d rather put behind her and forget about.
I could understand the forgetting about me part, but Thomas? Nah, that was beyond belief. Not that I was ungrateful, to put it that way – Thomas and I had become a small, happy family after a rather tumultuous start.
-‘Good evening – is… Is Thomas asleep?’ I nodded. -‘Passed out fifteen minutes ago, having locked the kamikaze bunny in a death grip.’ She giggled. -‘Still the favourite, huh?’
-‘Mhm. Between the two of you, you and the bunny have got him pretty much sorted, I think.’ She reddened slightly while sporting a sheepish grin. -‘It does feel a little weird, but I somehow feel like he’s a little bit ‘mine’ too – I hope that’s not sounding too creepy?’
I laughed. -‘No worries, I believe he thinks of it pretty much the same way – he’s been asking on occasion lately whether Ella is his mom now.’
Ella went from wearing a tad of pink to beet red. -‘Really?!? Wow, do remind me to thank him tomorrow -‘
-‘Just dropping by to see him will be enough, he can’t get enough of having you around, you know.’
-‘Mhm. Sure feels like getting a lot for nothing, as far as I’m concerned – I’m almost worried at times that I am growing too attached to him, him being such a wonderful kid…’ She sighed just as George on the stereo started a blistering rendition of ‘Bad to the bone’. -‘Oh, would you be so kind and turn it up a little? This music is meant to be played loud, after all!’ Giggle.
I lazily reached for the remote, agreeing that The Destroyers were at their best when you could feel the groove in your guts – though I wouldn’t want to either wake up Thomas or (less of a concern) annoy the neighbours. As the old saying goes – -‘I don’t listen to The Destroyers very often, but when I do, my neighbours do, too!’
Ella sat back with a contented look on her face before turning to me. -‘Now, there’s something I need to ask you, by the way – and please, do hear me out, OK, even if it may sound a bit outlandish at first?’
I nodded. -‘Shoot.’
-‘I had sex last week. First time. For real.’ Well, if it was my attention she was after, she’d succeeded. But what the…
I held back. She’d explicitly asked me to hear her out, and she wasn’t done yet. She drew a deep breath, then commenced in a strained voice. -‘It sucked. Like hell. Stupid fuck jumped me, barely made it inside before shooting his load – not a single bloody thrust, even. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he also bragged to another couple of guys in class, and, boys being boys, at least three of them claimed they, too, had fucked me – so after having had what passes for cock in me for two seconds, I am now the school designated whore and pariah. Fuck.’
I shook my head slowly, feeling extremely grateful my teens were long since past. What a waste, I figured, thankfully having the brains not to say it aloud – Ella was as nice as they came, and it was a shame if THIS was the memory she’d have of her first time for the rest of her days.
She paused and looked at me, seemingly expectant. I tried to compose a suitable response. -‘Well, what to say… It’s a shame it sucked that bad, but if there’s any comfort to be had knowing that, I believe your experience is quite typical.’ Remembering my first time, a faint smile flashed across my face. -‘I managed to hold back a little longer – more like ten seconds, I guess – but it was hardly an earth-shattering experience for the girl I was with. Luckily, it does tend to get better after a while.’
I was feeling rather uncomfortable during our conversation – I could -almost- have been her father, and talking to her about sex seemed quite inappropriate – then again, perhaps precisely as I could have been her father, it was easier to talk to me about this? Someone who’d been there, done that, wasn’t family, wouldn’t tell on her?
She kept on. -‘So, that’s that, I guess – luckily a lovely little silicone thing from Kondomeriet did away with my virginity almost two years ago. Come to think of it, it was a much better fuck than the real deal, but I digress.’
I blushed. Like hell. Surely it didn’t come as – well, shouldn’t come as – a surprise that Ella had been doing a little self exploration, but still… Her sharing it with me did seem quite inappropriate. She wasn’t done, though.
-‘And, here comes the bit I need you to keep quiet about and consider quite seriously before replying. I want you to have sex with me. Properly.’
I gasped. My God, I hadn’t seen that one coming. Again she fixated me with her radiant, green eyes, expectant. I swallowed. Made a croaking noise. Swallowed again. She didn’t flinch. Fuck. God knows part of me wanted to simply reply ‘Of course!’ and carry her off to my bedroom. I glanced over at her. She was too cute for words as she sat there, eyeing me, awaiting an answer. Her long, reddish hair framed the slightly narrow face, the huge, green eyes, the ruler-straight ridge of her nose, her full lips… Fuck. I could already feel the little devil on my one shoulder winning the argument with the angel on my other.
It took all I had of strength to meet her expectant gaze. I sighed – deeply – and cursed inwardly at my cock, already springing to attention to the pleasures which were up for grabs, should I decide to throw caution to the wind. -‘Ah, uhm, Ella, I, ah… I… Fuck, I could’ve been your father! Well, almost, at any rate…’
She didn’t say anything; she just kept her gaze on me. She’d no intent of letting me off the hook easily, it seemed. -‘Ella, I… Well, I totally get how it sucked, especially with the drama afterwards, but… I might be thick, but I can’t see anything getting better by me, well, as you said, having sex with you?’
She sighed. -‘For fuck’s sake, just THINK! The sex, for one, would probably be better. Not that it would take that much of an effort on your part. And don’t you give me that ‘I could have been your father’ sermon. I’m grown enough to want – hell, to NEED – sex. You’re most definitely grown enough, and, seeing as you’re a single father, I really cannot see that much of it coming your way, huh? And here it comes, served on a silver platter!
I’ve carte blanche to drop by here whenever I feel like it and stay a couple of hours without anybody, least of all my parents, worrying. After Thomas has fallen asleep, not even an earthquake could wake him! He sleeps, we sleep together, I shower and go back home. What’s not to like?’
I must have looked rather doubting. Well, perhaps ‘disbelieving’ fit the bill better, as she kept trying to convince me, as if I needed any prodding.
-‘It’s not like I’m dying to try any more guys my age, and waiting for them to gain experience? Hell, no! Fuck knows how long that’s gonna be, anyway. And you… Well, as I said – I can be here whenever I want without anyone questioning it, and, like, I don’t think you’re very likely to brag that you’re fucking the neighbour’s teenage daughter, are you?’
The little devil stabbed its pitchfork clean through the angel, ending the discussion. Ella didn’t notice, though, so she kept going. -‘Just THINK, will you? How often do you think a seventeen-year-old asks a thirty-something if he wants to sleep with her, no strings attached? Do you think this is likely to happen twice in your life? Hell, it’s now or never!’
I managed to put a faint smile on my face, shaking my head in disbelief. -‘Well, with that angle, it is hard to disagree, I’ll give you that…’
An instant, triumphant smile blossomed. -‘I’m probably going to regret this, but I’d regret if I didn’t, too. We’ll do it, Ella. If that’s what you truly want, we’ll do it.’
She leant back in her chair, giggling as her smile grew into a big grin. -‘So shall it be written, so shall it be done, then.’ She glanced over at me. -‘We just watched Ben Hur in history class. I nicked the line from there. Ooooh, I’m SO looking forward to this!!!’
Her gaze fell to my lap, where no amount of denim fabric could even make an attempt at hiding my massive erection. -‘And, it would seem – as do you!’ she giggled.
I reached for my beer and had a good, long sip. This evening had certainly taken a turn for the unexpected.
-‘I’d be happy to have one, too. A beer, that is’, the girl which had, moments ago, taken the step from ‘nice neighbourhood girl’ to ‘femme fatale’ chirped.
I shook my head. -‘Not going to happen. No one is going to be able to come here and say I first got you drunk, then shagged you. Not going to happen.’
I got a massive eye-rolling for my trouble. -‘I don’t think a small beer is going to make all the difference in the grand scheme of things if someone were to find out you’ve been shagging me, as you so poetically put it. However, if it can ease your conscience somewhat, I can steal one. Would you like another, lover-to-be?’