Brie’s Babysitting Service: Sadie by Jay2Kay

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Most of the next week Sean avoided Sadie and she didn’t attempt to talk to him other than to say hello in passing if it happened. Until one day Sadie couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on his bedroom door; it was Thursday and they hadn’t spoken since she brought him home that night after the game.

“Yeah?” he answered without getting up to open the door.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied and she opened the door to his room.

It was the first time she’d ever seen his room since he typically kept his door shut. There were posters of some of his favorite musicians, bands and movies on the walls; he had a few shelves with figurines he’d assembled and painted himself; along one wall was a desk with a fairly new desktop computer set up and across from that was his dresser with a stereo on top. Some soft, sad-sounding music was playing but Sadie couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

“What do you want to talk about?” he replied reclining against his headboard.

“Well, we had a pretty good night last Friday and, well, we-”

“We fucked and then moved on,” he said coldly; she knew he didn’t mean it because she could see the sadness and anger in his eyes.

“Did we?” she asked.

“You wanted that to happen; you wanted us to hook up and then to act like nothing happened so I could somehow be with Lindsay. She won’t even talk to me,” he said finally getting to the root of the problem. “I even tried to say hello to her and she completely ignored me. Actually, she looked right at me looking so fucking angry…then she acted like I wasn’t there. She knows we fucked; somehow, she fucking knows! And now you want to move on like it was nothing; like it was all a big part of your grand plan to get me and Lindsay together. How does us hooking up like that help me get Lindsay? How do I turn off what I’m feeling for both of you? Because neither of you seems to want me now.”

She let him rage at her because she’d been beating herself up about it all week as well. She thought she’d be able to use their moment together, their really hot, sexy moment together, to somehow bring him and Lindsay together. Somehow, in her fucked up little mind, she thought she was helping him gain the confidence and experience he needed to win a girl over. She’d later realized that he hadn’t needed any of that; all he needed was a way to get her attention and it would have all worked out for him in the end. She was determined to come up with a way to fix it; first, though, she had to assure him that he wasn’t unwanted.

“You’re mostly right,” she said taking a seat at the foot of his bed. “I fucked things up because I was horny and that was so wrong of me. I somehow thought it would help you in the long run, and maybe that can still be a possibility, but we have to do something,” she said and then stopped, looking at him wide-eyed. “I’ve got it,” she said turning to face him directly, crossing her legs “Indian style” as she does.

“What?” he asked frustrated. “Another fucking plan to ruin my life? Not that I had much of one before, but even that’s fucked up now,” he ranted.

“Have you tried to ask anyone to the dance yet?” she asked and he nodded. “You were going to ask Lindsay, weren’t you?” she asked and he nodded again. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But what if I told you that I have a plan to become the biggest bitch in the world to get her to protect you from me?”

He looked at her confused. “How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know yet, but I think you need to take me to that dance and if I just treat you like shit the entire night, it’ll get her back on your side and at very least get you talking again,” she said.

“I’m not sure I like this plan,” he said.

“Do you have a better one?” she asked.

He stared at her for a minute. “Just go to the dance with me and have a normal night,” he said.

“And then what? We live happily ever after?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Why not?” he asked her.

“No, you don’t want me,” she said.

“Says who?”

“Look, we had a very special moment; and I know it was even more so for you since you were a virgin until that moment,” she began to explain.

“So?”

“So…I’m kind of a whore,” she said with a nervous giggle. “I have been with so many guys and girls, sometimes at the same time, it’s not even funny,” she told him.

“You’re only nineteen,” he said.

“Almost twenty, but I started way too young; younger than I’d care to admit,” she said as a warning not to ask. “I’m broken and fucked up and have a job that sometimes requires me to perform some sort of sexual act to help clients out,” she said.

“So, I was just a job for you?” he asked.

“No, you were very different. I really like you, but you love Lindsay. I can see it every time you look at her. In the words of Phoebe Buffay, she’s your lobster!” she told him.

With a sideways grin and roll of his eyes he sighed. “I don’t know if I like the idea, but, fine, let’s try it,” he said. “But, if it fails, we should give things a try,” he reasoned.

“And be your second choice? Pssh, I don’t think so,” she teased with a wink. “This is going to work, I can feel it,” she said.

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The night of the dance arrived and Sadie arrived to pick up Sean dressed to turn heads. She kept it conservative enough to not get kicked out of the dance, but left very little to the imagination at the same time. She put her hair up in a complex up-do that took both of her roommates to help her with; her dress looked painted on, and if it weren’t for the tight hem just a few inches below her ass, anyone would have thought it literally was; her nails were painted blood red to match the dress and high heel shoes; she also wore a pearl necklace with a gold heart in the center and simple, gold, hoop earrings.

When Sean opened the door to let her in, his parents gawked at her as much as he did. They were a little confused and leery about the idea that he was taking her to the dance, but when he explained how they’d be come friends and that she’d agreed to go with him since the one girl he wanted to ask wasn’t speaking to him. He’d told his mother privately, since they were closer than he was with his dad, that she had a plan to help him win Lindsay over; she was shocked, concerned but excited for him because she knew how much he’d always liked her and that she’d always hoped they would end up together.

“Wow,” Sean said as she entered the house.

“Thanks, you’re lookin’ good yourself,” she said and then kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, I got this for you,” she said opening up the plastic container that held a boutonniere with a deep, red rose that almost matched her dress.

Mary took pictures as Sadie pinned the flower to his coat, and then continued to do so as he put Sadie’s corsage on her wrist. They took a few obligatory photos since they weren’t taking any at the school to keep; they’d agreed on this so there wouldn’t be any jealousy on Lindsay’s side in the future. But that didn’t mean his mother didn’t want proof of his first date to a school dance, even if it was part of a bigger scheme to put him with the girl of his dreams.

Matt never said a word the entire time Sadie was there, but he did give Sean some extra cash to make sure he had a good night with her and didn’t want money to be an issue. Soon, they were heading to Sadie’s car, which Sean drove, to go to dinner. He didn’t have any friends that were going to be able to create a group with, so dinner was exclusively just for them.

“You look incredible,” he said, holding her hand from across the table in the dimly lit restaurant; no one from his school seemed to be there, so he felt comfortable just being himself with her.

“Thank you,” she said and then leaned across the table. “It’s almost too bad you won’t be taking this dress off me tonight, huh?” she teased and inevitably his cock reacted to her words; not that it wasn’t already hard just seeing her in that dress. She’d already noticed his pitched tent in the car on the drive to dinner, so she couldn’t resist teasing him a little.

“We could call off the plan,” he offered.

“True, we could,” she said. “But, that’s not what you really want,” she reminded him.

He sighed as he perused the menu. “We could have a quick, last time together before the dance,” he suggested with a smirk.

“I think I’ve created a monster,” she laughed and he joined her.

“One that might need to be tamed before the dance,” he pressed further.

Sadie grinned at the menu, amused at the sexual confidence she’d instilled in him. She could tell it was spilling over into his overall personality as well, so there was nothing left for her to do but get him his girl. However, she began to think maybe she could teach him a few things to help him keep his girl. Maybe they should make a stop before the dance.

“I need to use the lady’s room,” she said and set her menu down.

“What can I order you?” he asked. “Just in case the server comes back before you do,” he clarified.

“I was eyeing the Caesar Salad,” she told him and then kissed him on the cheek before retreating to the restroom. There she took out her cellphone and called one of her roommates.

“Hey Sadie,” Claire said, sounding out of breath. “Oh fuck,” she added quickly after in a way that told Sadie that Taylor, their other roommate, was likely eating her out. “What’s up?”

“Can you two give it a rest for a second?” she laughed.

“Nope, just talk, we’ll fuck. What’s going on?”

“I’m going to text you in a little bit, do you think you guys can leave the house for a little while so I can teach my date a few things?” she asked.

“I thought you were going to get him together with…oh fuck yeah, right there baby…with his crush from school,” Claire replied.

“I am, but I wanted to teach him some important things that every girl likes that most guys are usually too scared or grossed out to do,” Sadie said.

“Why are you speaking in code? Why don’t you just say you want to teach him to eat pussy?” Claire asked her. “Just like Taylor does, fuck, girl, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Sadie couldn’t deny she wasn’t turned on by what she was hearing, but she had to focus. “I’m in a public bathroom dummy,” she giggled.