5 comments/ 56079 views/ 10 favorites The Reluctant Nanny By: smj54ap "Gina? Robbie won't give me my Mickey toy back," the precious little face said with a quivering lower lip. The endearing five year old girl with blonde hair was close to tears. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll get it for you," I promised and picked her up. Ashley put her little arms around my neck and looked at me affectionately. She knew I would successfully extract her toy from her older brother. "Go sit with mommy and I'll take care of Robbie," I said with confidence and a wink. After I deposited Ashley with her mother I waded toward Robbie in the deeper part of the pool. "Go get em Gina!" Ashley cheered in a loud voice. As I chased after Robbie using a comic growling voice, I contemplated my current situation as the au pair to two terrific kids. There I was, Gina Saracino, former college jock, a freakin nanny and a good one too. When I graduated college, my job prospects proved to be limited because my English degree guaranteed me a lot of unemployment. A fairly good athlete from high school thru college, I was undecided on teaching Phys Ed as a career. My parent's encouraged me to continue my education but I was tired of school and the lack of money. On line job services proved fruitless and the ads in the local paper were useless. One steamy July afternoon, my mother showed me a want ad in the church bulletin for a nanny position. I had no expertise with young kids or so I thought. "Try it Gina. What do you have to lose? You just might like it," my mother insisted. I had a little experience with kids via my nieces and nephews at holidays and special occasions. For six summers I helped coach athletics at the community center but only as an assistant. The day of the interview I trotted downstairs wearing shorts, a tank top and a baseball cap; not very feminine and way too casual. When my mother saw me, she shook her head with a sad expression. "What's wrong ma?" I asked with exasperation. "Who are you trying to impress, the husband?" she answered with a scathing look. My mother was "old school" and I followed her to my bedroom closet. She looked through my wardrobe with distaste but finally selected an appropriate outfit for me. In spite of the fact I hated it, she was right, it was the proper clothing for the interview. As I drove to the address, I gaped at the upscale and very large houses in the neighborhood. I stopped in front of an enormous Colonial style with beautiful landscaping. A very pretty woman in her early thirties opened the door and introduced herself. As we sat in her gorgeous living room, Fiona described the job in detail. I was looking around at the rich décor and lost track of her voice. "Do you have any experience?" she politely asked for the second time. "Oh...ah...yes, I do," I said unconvincingly. I had failed to bring a resume or references. "What type of experience do you have?" she asked patiently. "Ah...I worked at summer camps and did some coaching," I said flatly. "Anything else?" she asked in a mystified tone. I hesitated for a long time but I found it hard to carry on any kind of deception. Fiona appeared to be genuine and forthright. "I'm sorry but my mother put me up to this. The truth is that I have limited experience," I replied a little crestfallen. I explained my current situation to Fiona and got up to leave. "Do you want to meet the children?" she inquired. I was stunned by her question. "But...but I told you I have very little experience," I stammered. "My dear, I've interviewed quite a few young women for the position and you're the first one who's been honest with me," she replied with assurance. Fiona led the way to the second floor playroom and I followed dumbly behind her. "I judge a candidate by how the children react to her," She stated factually and continued. "Oh, I admit it's a bit unorthodox but the children will be spending the bulk of their time interacting with the au pair," she said in the same factual tone of voice. When I met Ashley and Robert Jr. or Robbie, I hit it off with them in a big way. I played with Ashley and her myriad of dolls then rough housed with Robbie in a mock football game. Fiona announced that it was snack time and the children begged me to stay. "If it's ok with mommy, I'll stay, I said with delight. When the snack was over, I looked at Ashley and Robbie with affection. I had just met them and already I was taken with them. "Please come back and play with me," Ashley begged with an adorable expression. "Me too!" Robbie barked. Before I left, I gave Fiona four references that she could check. As I drove home, I was bowled over by my reaction to Ashley and Robbie. "Gina? You've been gone for two hours. What happened?" my mother asked in a very inquisitive way. "I guess I'm in shock ma. I really liked them, I said with a starry look in my eyes. I described my visit in detail and my mother was beaming at me. She grabbed my face from under my chin and squeezed. "See! I told you!" she declared with pride and kissed me on the forehead. My mother knew that I hated having my face squashed in that manner but she was happy and that meant a lot to me. "Gina. You didn't say anything about...you know..." "Now ma, why would I bring that up?" I said with irritation. My mother was the only person in my family who knew about my sexual orientation. After my freshman year at college, I had a long heart to heart with her. It was painful and at first, she didn't understand but her love for me overrode her confusion about same sex liaisons. "But, I want grandchildren," she said with yearning. "Ma, you've got eight already," I reminded her. My older sister Teresa was a baby making machine. She was fertile to the point of absurdity. My brother Cosmo was the proud papa of two kids with another on the way. "Gina, I have to listen to your Aunt Rose every Thursday at bingo tell me about her twelve grandchildren," my mother said with exasperation. "Madonna mia!" she declared with her eyes to heaven and made the sign of the cross. "Is it the grandkids or the amount that's important?" I asked her. My mother looked at me with total annoyance. "Gina, how can I make you understand!" she bellowed and threw a dish towel at me. A few days after my interview, Fiona called to offer me the position. It required my living at her home but the real bonus was accompanying Ashley and Robbie on extended vacations throughout the year. That afternoon I insisted my mother shop with me at the mall. I had little in the way of appropriate clothing and needed her advice and expertise. It was going smoothly until it was time to select swimsuits. My mother only liked the one piece Speedo's. "Ma, I should have at least one bikini," I begged. She was steadfast in her conviction that one piece was the way to go. I acquiesced but slipped a bikini in among the Speedo's. At the checkout counter, she shot me a "madder than hell" look but kept her tongue in check. Eight hours later, I was well stocked but poor ma was close to a thousand bucks poorer. I thanked her profusely. The following Monday, I deposited my belongings in a small bedroom between Ashley's and Robbie's. I was barely moved in when Fiona informed me that we were leaving for a month long visit to the top kid & adult attraction in Florida. On the flight to Orlando, Fiona commented on my ability to keep the kids under control during the flight. "You have a no nonsense way about you that they respect," she said with sincerity. Fiona was right. I had a low tolerance for whiny, disruptive behavior and communicated that through my body language and attitude. I was firm but with a smile. The two story suite at the on site hotel was breathtaking with three bedrooms, three baths, kitchen, living room and den. "This must cost a fortune!" I marveled out loud. "It does but Robert can afford it," Fiona said wistfully. It hadn't met Fiona's husband and asked if he would be joining us. "I doubt it, he's too busy," she said cynically. I must have had a confused look because she elaborated. "Robert's a workaholic. He travels extensively for business reasons. We're lucky to see him once or twice a month," she said almost despairingly. "He insists on sending me and the children on these lavish vacations. I believe it's his way of compensating for his frequent absences," she stated in a sad tone. Ashley and Robbie were clamoring for me to take them to the beautifully themed pool with slides and a rope swing. As I slathered much needed sunscreen on them, Fiona had a gloomy expression. "Is something wrong?" I asked but she refused to talk further. Mid summer is the worst time, weather wise, to visit central Florida. Most of our days were spent at the pool with occasional evenings in the theme parks. One rainy afternoon, I was lounging on the back patio with Fiona. The kids were napping and the two hours of peace was welcome. Her mood had varied little and she seemed genuinely unhappy. "I spoke with Robert this morning and he won't be joining us," she said and her eyes were edged with tears. I was speechless and put my hand on her shoulder in sympathy. "Do you miss him?" I asked quietly. "Strange but yes, I do miss him," she said wiping tears from her eyes. "I've seen precious little of him since we got married. And the children, I doubt they'll recognize him," She stated in a weepy voice. "Do you miss your family?" she asked me with genuine curiosity. "Yes, my mother especially." I answered. "No special someone at home?" she inquired. "No" I said very shyly. "A hot babe like you? I'm surprised!" Fiona remarked with amazement. "Thanks for the compliment but...ah...I guess I don't think of myself that way," I said sheepishly. "My dear if I had your body, I'd be married with at least two or three boyfriends and more waiting in the wings," she stated definitively. "What do you miss the most about Robert?" I asked trying to change the flow of the conversation. "Oh God! The sex! I've used my fingers and power tools for so long, I've forgotten what a cock feels like," she exclaimed. The children were stirring and nothing further was said. I was changing into my Speedo when Fiona noticed the bikini in my dresser drawer. "Why don't you wear this?" she asked. "Oh...ah...I didn't want to look...you know..." "Nonsense, with your body, you should wear a bikini all the time. It's Florida and the weather is hot and sticky," she crowed. At the pool, I was getting a fair amount of stares from both sexes. Afterwards, Fiona insisted on buying me several more at the Florida Mall and the Speedo's were relegated to the back of the drawer. The only time I wasn't with Fiona and the kids was the early morning when I took an hour or so to exercise. Within minutes I was bathed in sweat from the sultry air. One morning, I wore my bikini top and bicycle shorts. When I returned to the suite covered in sweat, Fiona gave me the once over, pausing to gaze at my flat tummy. It was a little unnerving but I liked the attention. My sex life had been one long dry spell since I graduated college. But, with the close proximity to the children, I refused to masturbate because I tend be noisy and get caught up in the moment. A day or two later Fiona informed me that Ashley and Robbie were going on a guided wildlife discovery tour for the day. I was grateful for the time off and she joined me on the patio for some R & R. With my body oiled and sweaty, I lay in the sun soaking up the rays. Fiona was on her side with her hand propping up her chin. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked innocently. "Yeah! This is great!" I gushed. Fiona was sipping her third tropical alcoholic beverage and feeling no pain. Except for a glass of wine at dinner, she rarely indulged when the children were present. "How long have you been working out? I mean...you've got a six pack and well...I'm kind of jealous," she said in a boozy and sultry voice. I turned and looked at Fiona with a perplexed expression. "I'm sorry but I was just...oh...admiring your body," she explained with a timid look. "I've been exercising since junior high when I got involved in sports," I answered honestly. Slowly, I realized that Fiona was sexually interested in me. As she noisily finished her drink, she gazed at me with an expression of longing. "I think you're...ah...hot," She said with embarrassment and cast her gaze downward. "Fiona, you're my employer and I don't want to say anything inappropriate but are you coming on to me?" I inquired in a strong but friendly manner. "Forgive me but it's been so long. I had a few...experiences in college and with Robert gone so much..." She blubbered. Fiona put her hands over her face and bawled in earnest. With sympathy squeezing my heart, I embraced her. I helped her into the bedroom and placed a cold wet towel on her forehead to soothe her. "I made a real fool of myself," She stated with self hatred unable to look up at me. "It was a clumsy proposition but I'm flattered, I guess?" I said with reassurance and a light heart. Fiona laughed and finally looked at me with heart rending sadness. "Are you attracted to me?" I asked looking deep into her eyes. "Yes. When I saw you in the bikini...oh...you reminded me of someone," she said in a whisper. "Who?" I inquired with curiosity. "Nola, she was my best friend in college. A great body, a swimmer, pretty and well...I got to know her on intimate terms," she said bashfully. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "More than I care to admit," she said finally smiling. Fiona had a pretty face and when she smiled, positively dazzling. "Thanks for listening." She said with affection and put her arms around my neck. I kissed Fiona on the cheek and left her in the bedroom to recover from the alcohol. While she dozed, I made a light gourmet lunch. "She's very attractive," I thought to myself. In spite of the fact that she had two children, her body looked good, slim, petite and angular. It could use some toning and tightening but...what was I thinking? "She's your employer stupid!" I yelled at myself. Promptly at one, I served the food to a very appreciative Fiona. Our conversation at first was admittedly awkward. "I want to apologize for my earlier..." She said quietly with her gaze cast toward the floor but I cut her off before she finished. "Not necessary." I stated with resolve and a smile. As we were finishing lunch, the children returned and life resumed its normal cadence until Fiona's parents' came to visit. They were taking Ashley and Robbie to Cape Canaveral and the beaches on the east coast for a few days. I was soaked with sweat when I came back from my morning workout and found Fiona exercising in the middle of the living room to the Jane Fonda Workout. "Hey!" I greeted her warmly. Fiona was trying to keep pace but quit in frustration. "I can't do a good sit up to save my life," she said in an out of breath voice. "Here, I'll show you what works for me," I said and lay on the floor to demonstrate. Fiona watched intently as I did twenty crunches in agonizing slowness. I was on my last crunch when her hand dropped to my belly. "Good God Gina! Your abs are hard as stone," she stated with awe. I blushed every shade of red possible but Fiona's hand remained on my flexing gut caressing my six pack. The effect on my crotch was alarmingly swift and I involuntarily sighed. As Fiona ran one hand over the rigid muscles, the other swept over my exposed thigh. "You have fantastic muscle tone!" she gushed. My resistance melted away and I gaped at Fiona with her mouth open, breathing heavily, concentrating on the flesh under her fingers. It had been a good five months since my last sexual interlude and I wanted the vivacious and sexy lady who also happened to be my employer. Quickly, I stood up, took a surprised Fiona by the hand and led her into the opulent master bathroom. As she sat on the toilet with a stunned look, I took my sweaty clothes off and stood before her resplendently naked. Fiona visibly gulped but moaned when I removed her top, shorts and panties. In the shower, her silky hands soaped my body with gentle expertise. Long fingers lovingly caressed my nipples sending jolts of sensation deep into my crevice. I did the same for her and a blissful expression spread over her countenance. When I rinsed the soapy film from my tingling body, Fiona sagged against me and put her head on my shoulder with exquisite tenderness. Fiona pulled back and gazed at me with such yearning that my heart throbbed in my chest. She ran her hands over my upper torso pausing to seductively tweak my jutting buds. "Oh Fiona," I groaned as her fingers manipulated the sensitive flesh. My pussy was creaming, no doubt about it as a tiny trickle ran down the inside of my thigh. Even in the wet shower the musky odor filled the enclosed space and a wiggling finger slid gingerly along my slit with graceful strides. Fiona's lips encircled a pulsating nipple and lightly tugged at the skin. Her tongue lapped the distended nub with craving and gentle expertise. She was hungry but experienced enough to take her time and give me maximum pleasure. Gradually Fiona's ministrations to my tits and pussy took on more urgency. As sonic waves of pleasure reverberated in my quivering box, I moaned and grunted my approval. I was finding it difficult to stand and my knees nearly buckled. With Fiona's help I fell on the bed and her on top of me. She resumed her duties and my body vibrated with hot prickling sensations. "Oh God! Ooh Fiona!" I gasped in ecstasy when her lips made contact with my hairless slit. Fiona impressed the hell out of me. I could count on one hand the number of girls who lapped me with the formidable skill that she displayed. Fiona borrowed into my pussy with her ravenous tongue; slurping and sucking as though her very existence depended on it. My orgasm was building quickly when a pair of hands gripped my flexing butt. She paused briefly, lifted her face and licked her wet lips with an expression of absolute lust. Fiona dove back into my box with extraordinary vigor. I pushed my backside forward until I was on the end of the bed and she was kneeling on the floor devouring me. With my athleticism, I forced my upper body higher and ground my pulsating gash on her mouth. Indescribable sensations prickled and tingled in my quaking pussy as her tongue wiggled lightly across my clit. "Oh God Fiona! Eat me!" I cried out. The sheer joy of Fiona feasting on me drove me over the edge. I arched my back and shuddered as waves of contractions swept over me. "Was it ok?" she asked in a searching way. "Ok? It was fucking awesome!" I crowed contentedly and turned on my stomach to recover. Unexpectedly, I felt hands caress my butt. "You have a great ass," she murmured in an admiring voice. "Thanks, but now it's your turn," I spoke with authority and flipped over on my back. Fiona had a shy expression and articulated her thoughts almost in a whisper, "Please fuck me Gina?" she begged. Before I had chance to say anything, she hunted in her suitcase for something and produced a strap on. I eagerly affixed the object to my waist and gazed lustfully at Fiona with her sexy little butt raised in the air. Using my fingers, I delved into her pussy and lubed the faux penis. "Fuck me Gina. Fuck me hard!" she begged as I steadily worked the dildo into her soggy box. With increasing depth and faster rhythm, I screwed her until she was practically screaming. I thanked God for the years of strenuous work outs that I inflicted on my body as I tirelessly pumped her hot pussy. The Reluctant Nanny "Oh yeah! Fuck me muscle girl!" she shrieked. Fiona kept up a stream of filthy language that drove me wild but she wanted to see me fucking her and was on her back in a flash. With Fiona's legs around my waist, I reamed her with every ounce of strength in my body. The muscles in my arms, back and shoulders were straining and covered in sweat. Fiona ran her hands over my sweaty body and made guttural sounds. "Give it everything you've got!" she growled from deep in her lungs and her eyes sparkled with unbridled desire. This was by far the best exercise my butt and lower back ever experienced. Continuously, I pulled the plastic limb back as far as I could without removal then drilled the entire length into Fiona. She pulled and twisted her small jutting nipples until she yelled, "Good fuckin Christ! I'm cumming!" Fiona's arms were anchored around my neck as I brought her to a sitting position with the dildo firmly entrenched in her pussy. She was kissing my face, neck and shoulders with passion and fervor; all the while bucking her hips up and down. "Oh God Gina, I'm gonna cum again!" she wailed and humped me with incredible energy. Fiona was either a sexual dynamo or making up for lost time but regardless, she hollered and screamed with enough volume to be heard in Miami. The sight of her womanly secretions gliding down the strap on was too much for me and I greedily sucked the tangy juices into my throat. We both collapsed exhausted on the floor. I could barely move a muscle and Fiona was on her side still panting from her exertions. She gazed at me with a beautiful smile on her face. "Damn Gina! You fuck better than Robert!" she gushed admiringly and pulled me close for a hug. The next thing I remember, I woke to a darkened room in Fiona's embrace. As gently as possible, I picked up the sleeping petite figure and laid her on the nearest bed. Fiona was my first woman. Previously, my forte' was mainly conquering naïve' or inexperienced college coeds looking for a bi curious fling. But, it didn't start out that way. While Fiona slept, I soaked my body in the master bath hot tub and thought about Ellie. She was my introduction to girl on girl sex. * All through high school my yearning for an encounter with my own sex went unsatisfied until late in my senior year. Ellie and I were good friends and hung out together on weekends. Our birthdays were only two days apart, May 17th and May 19th. We decided to celebrate our eighteenth birthdays with one rip roaring party. Ellie was one of those fortunate girls who had a "to die for body" that required little or no maintenance. In her blue bikini, she looked stunning at the celebration and was easily the center of attention. But, true to form, she always shared the spotlight with me. Despite my jock status, I was shy in high school, probably because of my preference for my own gender. Occasionally, I heard the whispers questioning my sexuality. A very obnoxious girl in my gym class infuriated me with her constant snide remarks. I confronted Cecile after school and was adamant that she apologize to me. "No fuckin way, ya queer!" she sneered at me. In an unusually calm tone, I demanded an apology or my fists would do the talking. While not lady like behavior, I was determined to get my point across. The stupid bitch assumed a kick boxing stance. "I'll clean your clock, ya fuckin lezzie!" she shouted at me. I was about to warn Cecile that my dad, a police captain, took me to the local PAL to learn boxing at the age of ten when she charged me. I easily blocked her punch and kick. With steely resolve, I gave Cecile's sorry ass a boxing lesson she wouldn't easily forget. When she showed up for school the next day, she was sporting a huge shiner. Needless to say, she steered clear of me for the remainder of the year. Ellie wasn't the judgmental type of person that belonged to a click. She always looked at an individual from the inside and had friends from all races, colors and creeds. I don't believe she had a prejudiced bone in her body. But, Ellie had an unmistakable sexuality that attracted people of both sexes. She was in demand for dates but showed remarkable restraint and was very picky about who she went out with. A week after our joint birthday party, we were in Ellie's bedroom just shooting the breeze when I took my time admiring her body. Her slim figure was stretched out on the floor attired only in a spaghetti strap T and thong panties. It was nothing unusual for us to be scantily clad around each other but my attraction for her had grown by leaps and bounds that year. "...so I told Marsha to stop acting like an idiot and make up with Craig but..." she said in a distant sounding voice. I gazed longingly at Ellie's lean and exquisitely proportioned legs that flowed seamlessly to the "V" of her crotch. A prickly sensation vibrated in my slit and was growing stronger in spite of my mental efforts to suppress it. "Gina...Gina?" she said loudly, finally getting my attention. "Wha...what?" I answered from my stupor. "For one thing girlfriend, you're not paying attention," she said as a mild rebuke. "Oh...ah...sorry, what were you saying?" I stuttered. Ellie's dark triangle of pubes was partially visible through her panties and held my gaze. "You seem to be totally fascinated with my...ah...private parts," she said with warmth. Finally, I woke from my trance. "Oh...yeah...I mean no...ah...I was daydreaming," I blathered on like a fool. "Yeah, you were daydreaming all right; about my cooch," she said with humor. My face must have turned every shade of red in the color spectrum from embarrassment. "Am I right?" she asked knowing full well that I was. "Yeah...but..." I stammered. "I know you like girls' but do you really like me in...ah...sexual way?" she asked with curiosity. I hung my head low but nodded my head in a positive way. "I think you've got a hot body," I said in a hoarse whisper. "Do you get turned on when you look at my pussy?" she asked with arousal in her voice and sat up with her back against the bed and legs askew. "Yeah" I answered in a whisper. Ellie raised her butt and slowly removed her panties. I gawked at her pretty pussy with the cropped triangle of brown hair above her slit and the pouty lips. "You look hungry," she said in a throaty tone. "Uh huh!" I answered enthusiastically. Ellie encouraged me to get a closer look and my face was a scant six inches from her muff. Her aromatic scent drifted into my nose and confirmed my suspicion that she was aroused by our little escapade. I was literally shaking because I was unsure of where this was going. I threw caution to the wind and kissed the insides of Ellie's silky thighs. She sighed and I knew without a doubt that I would be licking my first pussy. Feasting on Ellie was everything I thought it would be and more. Her pungent juices flowed liberally and filled my eager throat as I lapped her like a Saint Bernard. "Fuck Gina! You eat pussy better than any guy I know!" she cried out in panting breaths. I ate Ellie's succulent snatch with a lust that refused to be satisfied. This was what I wanted, what I yearned for in my private moments and dreams. Her musky scent and creamy juices filled my world and were immensely gratifying on a carnal level. Once I tasted the forbidden fruit, I craved it and pursued it with zealous determination. Ellie was a frequent visitor to my bedroom and I spent a great deal of time between her thighs that summer. The week before our departure for different colleges, I was diligently slathering Ellie's sodden snatch and clit. "I'm gonna miss your talented tongue girlfriend," she panted. I had eaten Ellie's luscious pussy dozens of times throughout the summer and swallowed a belly full of her hot juices. She came like a thundering herd of cattle and gazed at me with a troubled look. "What's up?" I inquired. "Oh, I was thinking about a friend," she said rather sheepishly. "Who?" I asked with my curiosity on full alert. "Deanna Hennesey," she breathed in a low voice. Deanna was a blonde beauty and among our peers considered the hottest girl at school. "I have a confession to make. I did it twice with her," she sighed and lowered her gaze. This was so like Ellie to confess something that she knew might bother me. She was considerate of the other persons' feelings to a fault. "I guess I was so used to you...ah...doing me that I never considered what it was like to...please a girl but Deanna made my blood boil," she explained in a quiet voice. "After I...ah...satisfied her, I thought about your hard body and realized that I wanted to...well...you see..." she stuttered charmingly. Ellie's revelation surprised the hell out of me and I gaped at her with astonishment. Our sexual liaison had been strictly a one way street but something about the experience with Deanna had opened a latent desire in her libido. With a well placed pillow under my butt, Ellie licked my pussy with a vengeance. * Lost in my reverie, my fingers sliding up my slit and over my clit, I never saw Fiona walk in. "That looks like fun!" she crowed and sat on the edge of the tub with her thighs spread. As Fiona's fingers worked her slit into a wet lather, my hunger for her cute pussy took over. I flew across the hot tub and buried my face in her sex. I reveled in the soft feel of her hairy mound against my cheek; so sexy and feminine. I lapped contentedly at her juicy slice; the tasty fluids seeping into my mouth. "Ooh Gina...umm...it feels...umm...just incredible!" she groaned and pushed her steamy sex against my mouth. With Fiona's firm rear in my grasp, my tongue caressed every fold and crease until it encountered a solid nub at the top of her slit. "OH Gina! Lick me there darling! " she wailed in a begging tone. I whipsawed the turgid bud until Fiona screamed her orgasm. We indulged our sexual whims with unabashed lust until the children returned two days later. The night before we lay in each others arms, kissing and touching with deep affection. "The last couple of days have meant so much to me Gina," she sighed contentedly. "Me too," I echoed. "You won't quit anytime soon I hope?" she asked with concern. "I'll stay as long as you want me to," I answered honestly. Fiona gazed at me with heart piercing emotion and passionately kissed me. The normal rhythm of life resumed once again as Ashley and Robbie were my main focus. I was happy to see them and hugged them with all my might. "Look what I got at Cape Canaveral," Robbie bellowed and held up a large scale model of the Space Shuttle. Ashley was more laid back than usual and was hiding something behind her back. "I got a lady astronaut doll but I got a present for you Gina," she said softly trying to judge my reaction. Ashley handed me a neatly wrapped box and inside was the same doll. "I hope you like it," she said fearfully but I was deeply touched. I picked Ashley up and squeezed her little body to mine. "I love it sweetheart!" I sang out loud as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. "Why are you crying?" she asked with trepidation. "Because I'm soo happy to see you and Robbie. I missed you both very much," I said in a teary voice. "I missed you too Gina." Ashley blubbered and threw her little arms around my neck for another hug. Many people have told me that raising children is no walk in the park but if I had two kids like Ashley and Robbie it would make the task that much easier. Most of the time, they were a joy to be around, especially dear, lovable Ashley. The three of us connected on every level. In September, Robbie was off to second grade and Ashley attended Kindergarten at a private school. I picked them up from school, fed them their meals, bathed them and put them to bed. For the next ten months, except for holiday's and vacations, I was their mother figure. Fiona was teaching at the local college because she always desired a teaching career. Her husbands' wealth provided her with the means to hire me so she could make her dream a reality. My sexual affair with Fiona continued but the opportunities for intimacy were few and far between. In spite of the infrequency, it was extremely satisfying. But, storm clouds were gathering in the form of her husband. During the Memorial Day Holiday, Robert made an appearance that surprised Fiona. I kept out of sight but heard loud arguing for two solid days. I was finishing my morning run when I saw Robert loading a suitcase into his BMW. "Hello Gina," he said cordially. I acknowledged his presence with a smile. Robert from the first time we met was considerate and friendly towards me. "Do you have a minute?" he asked politely. I stopped in front of him and waited. "I'll be moving the family to London in about a month and we'll contract with a nanny service there," he stated smoothly. I was barely able to keep my emotions in check and fought back tears. "I wanted to personally thank you for the wonderful job you've done with Ashley and Robbie," He stated with gratitude and offered me his hand. With my guts in an uproar, I shook his hand and he left for the airport. Inside the house, Fiona saw my face and embraced me. "I'm sorry my dear but Robert was adamant. He promised to spend more time with us" she said tearfully. My heart ached with intensity, an entirely new experience for me. Fiona, Ashley and Robbie were leaving and I was no longer a part of their lives. I was devastated. It was my free afternoon and I drove home in a miserable mood. As I sat in the kitchen with my head in my hands, feeling the weight of the whole world on my shoulders, my mother kept her silence. Ma was busying herself with kitchen chores and ignoring me. This was beyond unusual behavior for her. Previously, If I so much as shifted positions in my chair, she would ask me if anything was wrong. But, every time I thought about Fiona and the children, an enormous sadness welled up inside of me. "Ma?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Yes, Gina?" she answered in a calm tone. "I...ah...Oh Ma!" I wailed and collapsed in her arms. In teary halting sentences, I recounted my sad tale for her. "I love them Ma. What am I going do without them?" I sobbed. The tears came fast, furious and unrelentingly. "My poor darling, you have a good heart" my mother said in an ultra soothing and loving way. The next four weeks were pure hell for me. I kept a solid emotional front around Ashley and Robbie but I was dying inside. Fiona was incredibly busy with packing and organizing a million details before they departed for London. It left no time for any sexual fun but then, the mood wasn't right. The night before their departure, I was helping Ashley and Robbie pack some last minute items. "Gina? Where's your suitcase?" Ashley said with fright in her voice. "I can't come with you. Remember, we talked about this; you'll have a new nanny in London," I said softly holding back a flood of emotion. "I don't want a new nanny, I want you," Ashley cried and her precious face dissolved into tears. It was too much for me and the dam broke. As I tightly hugged Ashley and Robbie, I bawled with abandon. The next morning was no better. With the limo waiting to take Fiona and the children to the airport, I hugged all of them and kissed them tenderly on the cheek. Fiona was barely able to speak. "My dear, I will miss you so..." and she broke down in sobs. I waved goodbye until the limo was out of sight; my heart empty and bereft. At first, Fiona emailed every few days but in less than a month it was every day. The nanny service in London had sent a procession of candidates but none appealed to her and especially the children. Finally, she hired the least offensive candidate because the service refused to send anyone else. * A month after their departure, I started graduate studies in Elementary Education as the experience had solidified my desire to teach. While I was purchasing books at the student union, I noticed an attractive blonde giving me the once over. Although I ignored her, we wound up in the same check out line. "Excuse me, but you're Gina, right?" a voice behind me asked timidly. "Yes, that's me," I said turning around. There was something strangely familiar about her face. "You might not remember me or want to but...well...I'm Cecile...from high school," she stated cautiously. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh yeah! I remember..." I started to say but stopped dead in my tracks. It was the girl who made the disparaging remarks about me in gym class. "If you have a minute, I'd like to talk to you," she said shyly. We walked to a private area of the commons and sat under a tall elm. "I wanted to apologize for my rotten behavior towards you," Cecile said with humility. My complete attention was focused on Cecile. "In a way, I was lucky just getting a black eye when I probably deserved much worse," She stated nervously and her gaze fell to the ground. The pretty blonde woman sitting next to me bore little resemblance to the overweight shrew from my high school days. "It made me question my sexuality because afterwards I realized that I had a crush on you. I guess sub consciously I was denying my attraction," she whispered in a low voice. "Cecile, why...I'm...why didn't you tell me?" I asked with feeling. "After all the crummy stuff I said to you...I...just couldn't," she uttered with shame. "And, I doubt very much that you would have found me attractive with my fat body and piss poor attitude," she confessed. Cecile refused to look me in the eye and stood to leave. "I wanted you to know how sorry I've been the last few years," she stated with embarrassment. "Cecile, please sit down," I asked kindly and she resumed her seat. "It took a lot of courage to apologize and I accept," I stated with genuine emotion. "Thanks," she said very quietly and blushed. "You look so different," I said admiringly. "After my...well...punishment, I wanted to be like you and started exercising. I lost over forty pounds and permanently changed my eating habits," she said with pride. We chatted for an hour or better and I discovered we were both in the same graduate studies curricula. Cecile was charming, intelligent and entirely different than her high school persona. I was late for an appointment and rose. Cecile gazed at me with an affectionate stare. "I was hoping...maybe you could forget that ugly incident and we could be friends," she said humbly. Overwhelmed by the change, I embraced Cecile. In spite of the past, we shared a close relationship and socialized during school hours. One Friday in late autumn, Cecile and I were discussing the merits of a research paper due in less than a week. We had endlessly tossed around ideas concerning the authors' main theme when Cecile begged me to stop. "Time out, I need a break," she stated. I was tired as well but an idea popped into my head. "Hey! Let's head down to McClusky's and discuss the whole thing over a cold beer," I asked enticingly. "You're on girlfriend!" she accepted enthusiastically. At McClusky's, we discussed everything but the son of a bitch research paper. Cecile was drinking her fourth Long Island Ice Tea when our conversation took on a more intimate tone. "Gina, when did you realize that you...ah...liked...I mean..." she mumbled almost incoherently. "Oh, junior high, I suppose," I stated. "Does it ever...I don't know...bother you that you don't like men?" she asked with real curiosity. The Reluctant Nanny "No, does it bother you?" I stated playing a little mind game with her. "Oh no! Not in the least...but...hey, you got me!" she stammered and realized my little joke. With unabashed honesty, Cecile spoke softly about her lack of experience. "I tried denying my desire but it was useless. I went thru a series of boyfriends in college but nothing lasted more than a few dates. Secretly, I wanted to experience the thrill of contact with another girl but..." and her voice trailed off with sadness. "You mean, you've never had sex with..." I asked with raised eyebrows. "No, I didn't have the courage, the guts, I guess. I masturbated plenty with images of my roommate and a few friends streaming through my head. But, I never found a way to make it a reality," she sighed wistfully with a lost expression. As I gazed at Cecile, my heart was beating rat a tat tat like a snare drum in my chest. "Gina, I hope you're not mad but I never got over my crush. When I saw you in the bookstore, I realized that those feelings were still inside of me," she said with humility but yearning. As I lay in bed that night thinking about Cecile's eye opening confession, I recalled some of the girls I had seduced in college. Most of the time it was pure pleasure showing them how to explore their sexuality and broaden their horizons. But, ultimately, it was sex and nothing more. To have someone desire me, yearn for me in a romantic way was something entirely different. Cecile carried a torch for me and laid her soul bare by expressing her feelings, a truly courageous act. While I was typing my research paper on the computer, Cecile called. "Hey Gina! Are you busy?" she asked warmly. "Yeah, I'm typing that pain in the ass paper, What's up with you?" I asked in a distant sounding voice. "I...was...oh...wondering if you'd like to go see a movie on Saturday night with me?" she asked with apprehension. Suddenly my mind focused on the way she posed her question. "Cecile, are you asking me out...on a date?" I asked with skepticism. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a minute or two. My intuition led me to believe that Cecile was gathering her strength for an answer. "Um...yeah, I guess I am," she stated without any unease. "What time are you picking me up?" I asked enthusiastically. "Oh, ok...yeah, that's great...ah...seven pm," she said with obvious joy. Saturday night, Cecile was on my doorstep and looked absolutely smashing! Her blonde hair was cut short and highlighted with styling gel that gave it a seductive sheen. Attired in tight shorts and spaghetti strap belly shirt, she exuded a sexy femininity. In the car I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was totally intrigued by the way her flat stomach folded in, the creamy color of her skin and toned angular body. "You are dressed to kill girlfriend!" I gushed. "Yeah, and I hope I slay you!" she declared. My pussy lurched from her comment. "Does that mean you might try to take advantage of me?" I asked with false trepidation. "Only if you want me to?" she said with a lighthearted sigh. Cecile surprised me when she stopped at an art house movie theater. The double bill included "Casablanca" and "Imitation of Life" two classic tear jerkers. The theater was only a quarter full at best with most of the patrons spread out. "Good choice," I thought to myself. I insisted on buying popcorn and we munched happily through most of the first feature. During the second feature, Cecile slyly put her arm around the back of my chair and lightly caressed my shoulders. It was a bold move but a welcome one and ever so slightly I leaned into her. "Shit, the girls putting the moves on me," I silently mused. Outside the theater, we walked arm in arm to a small bistro a block away. In the dim light, we ate a light supper with several glasses of wine. Not much was said but smoldering stares dominated the atmosphere. By the time we left, a steady rain was falling and we ran to the car. Inside, Cecile's confidence seemed to evaporate as I gazed at her intently. "Gina, I...ah...have..." she stammered. I put my finger up to Cecile's lips in a shush gesture. The time for talking was over and as I turned my body, my lips grazed lightly over hers eliciting a moan. Her arms tenderly enveloped me as light kisses soon evolved into mouth on mouth crushes. "Oh Gina, if you only knew how I longed for this moment," she spoke with fervor. Cecile's heart was on her sleeve as I thrust my hungry tongue into her mouth; searching, probing and filled with desire. The irresistible scents of perfume, soap and shampoo filled my senses as I kissed the supple flesh of her face and neck. A need, an unstoppable sexual need surged in my veins as Cecile panted and moaned with each buss on her velvety skin. Briefly, I interrupted my exploration and gazed down into her pale blue eyes; the same eyes that regarded me with hatred five years ago. I saw fear but also a longing for something that she hoped would answer the turmoil of her sexuality. Unfortunately, the front seat of a small sedan in a parking lot was a less than ideal place to indulge our fantasies. Cecile took the wheel and drove at breakneck speed to her apartment. We were scarcely inside the door and we were all over each other. I lightly squeezed Cecile's small but very firm breasts and my thumbs slid back and forth over her prominent nipples, drawing deep sighs and groans from her throat. "Umm...oh...Gina, you...umm," she trilled. Skillfully, my hands wormed their way under Cecile's belly shirt and liberated it from her slim body. My head dropped until it was mouth level with her tits. The straining pink buds were begging to be sucked and I did just that. "Ooh Gina! OH! You'll spoil me for life girl," she growled. As a connoisseur of tits, I diligently explored my craft over the years. My lips greedily engulfed a jutting bud and applied a sucking/licking technique that drove Cecile wild. She impatiently pulled my shirt up and palmed my sensitive nips. Cecile played with my tits as though she were conducting a science experiment; pinching, pulling and tweaking. I gasped when her lips encircled my nipple and sweetly tugged the delicate skin. "Ooh Cecile! I groaned appreciatively and gawked awestruck at the pretty blonde, once my enemy, lustily suckling my tits. With her mouth occupied, Cecile's delicate fingers inched their way into my panties and stroked my slippery slit sending me into another dimension. Although I am taller and more muscular, slim Cecile had to help me to the sofa when my legs almost gave out. She skinned my shorts and panties in one swift maneuver and grasped my firm buns. Cecile gazed as though entranced at my hairless drooling pussy as the piquant odor pervaded the air. But, I sensed some hesitation. "Gina...oh...uh...oh fuck..." she cried and took her first few cautious licks. "Umm...umm..." she moaned with satisfaction and her tongue went into high gear. Wow! Not only did she lambaste my pussy, she "tossed my salad" too. My first two orgasms were bona fide screamers but the third and final, with her tongue burrowed in my butt, qualified as an all time howler. When Cecile's face finally emerged from between my thighs it was a dripping mess of my secretions. But, the look of pure fulfillment was immeasurably satisfying to me. Cecile surprised me by running to the bathroom but when she returned, she landed on top of me. Passionately, she kissed my lips, cheeks and forehead. "Oh, Gina it was the best! Thank You!" she gushed and smothered me with kisses again. My eager gaze moved down her toned body and came to rest at the blonde landing strip above her slit. "Ah...you don't have to...I mean...well, I'm not sexy like you," she said humbly. "That's your opinion. I think you're one very hot honey!" I stated with enthusiasm and nose dived for her privates. Without sounding sappy, it truly was the start of a wonderful relationship. Cecile, the unlikeliest of persons became my lover and companion. While our affair burned hot and heavy, the emails from Fiona took on a darker and more somber tone. Ashley and Robbie were not getting along with the new nanny. A subsequent replacement proved to be even more inadequate and in spite of his promise, Robert was conspicuously absent. Basically alone in a strange country, Fiona was fighting to keep her sanity. The Christmas holidays were nigh, when I received a text message on my cell phone from Fiona. She had reserved a first class ticket on British Airways for me in the hopes that I would spend a month or even a couple of weeks with her and the children. It sounded more like a plea than an invitation but I was completely torn because of my feelings for Cecile. I had packed my belongings and moved in with her less than a week before the message arrived from Fiona. Cecile was familiar with my employment as a nanny because I endlessly regaled her with stories about Fiona, Ashley and Robbie. "Go to them; it's the right thing to do," she said forthrightly. "I don't want to leave you, especially during the holidays," I stated sadly. I had grown immensely fond of Cecile and couldn't bear the idea of leaving her alone. "Gina, I could scarcely live with myself knowing that I kept you away from them. As much as I want you here, they need you too," she declared with wisdom. "I'll miss you terribly," she said weeping and embraced me. "Cecile, I'm so glad you came into my life!" I gushed like a love struck teenager and squeezed her too tightly. "Ouch! I guess love does hurt," she sighed contentedly and rubbed her sore arms. I gazed at Cecile with my heart stuffed full of emotion. No one before had affected me like she did. I was a weepy mess on the way to the airport while Cecile appeared to be serene. Overflowing with holiday travelers, the terminal was chock full of long lines. Thanks to my first class reservation, I was able to circumvent most of the congestion. At the overseas checkpoint, we had a tearful goodbye. Cecile embraced me. "Love you," she whispered in my ear. "Love you too!" I whispered back in an emotion choked voice. Glumly, I walked to my departure gate fighting back tears. I hated leaving Cecile behind but I desperately wanted to see Fiona and the children. While I sat in the waiting area with my head in my hands, a shadow fell across my carry on bag. "Is this seat taken miss?" an all too familiar voice said and I looked up in astonishment. "Cecile!" I screamed. "What are you doing here?" I asked with amazement. "Why going to London, of course," she stated as if it occurred every day. "Merry Christmas Gina" she said with a beautiful smile on her face. "Cecile, you've made me so happy!" I cried with absolute feeling and hugged her. "I hope Fiona won't be pissed that I'm with you," she stated uneasily when our flight was called for boarding. "No way! I can't wait till you meet her and the children. Ashley and Robbie are just the dearest..." I prattled on in an animated tone as we walked down the jet way to our flight.