He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley's, but decided against it -- three year olds could be really active and I didn't want to deal with the skirt.
Instead I put on my favourite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt.
Usually I was alright with it -- not dating just meant I didn't have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. "It's rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay." He frowned for a moment.
I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties -- not that much older than me, at any rate. The Anderson's were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.
I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. "I'm afraid I can't offer you more than your regular rate or anything..." "It's fine," I interrupted. I'd love to babysit for your son." "Thank you so much," he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. I would need you from around five until pretty late." "Not a problem," I said. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. "I'm a mess, I know," he sighed, sitting on the couch.
I don't mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. "I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help." "I really could," he said. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to balance him and my job." I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. Kyle's head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me.
The t-shirt clung nicely to my breasts, which were a nice size -- 36C, and fairly firm. "Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled and opened the door. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. It was probably a bad decision on my part -- the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. "I didn't even realise I had fallen asleep." He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped.
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