Babysitter Confessions
Presented by TabooSmut.com
Stories by:
Jade K. Scott
Jewel Zahn
WARNING: This is an erotic story collection for adults only! All characters in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen.
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Smashwords Edition
“Consolation”
By Jewel Zahn
I tried to swallow my sob down and muffle the sound, so Jacob, my employer, wouldn’t hear me, but he did. I turned my head away, hoping he’d keep walking if he didn’t notice my tears. It was stupid to be crying anyway. Stupid and unprofessional. I was supposed to be an au pair, responsible for two precious lives, not a silly little baby who cried every time she had a fight with a boy. But I really liked this boy, and I thought things had been going well between us. Until his last text. I’d been expecting an invitation to the movies. Instead I got a text promising Shelly that he’d take care of that bitch Enid and come over to hang out with her.
I’m Enid.
I didn’t delete the text, though I hated having it on my phone. Mocking me and my stupidity. Why did I ever trust him? Why do I ever trust any guy? They only want one thing, and when they get it, they’ll break your heart and move on to the next piece of ass.
“Enid? What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, struggling to convey that nothing was wrong and everything was super, but he didn’t buy it. He pulled me into a familiar hug—the entire family was very touchy-feely—and tucked my head against his shoulder. “Come on, you can tell me. It’ll be fine, I promise.”
Red-faced with embarrassment and swimming in the smell of his cologne, I blurted the whole story. Laying it all out didn’t exactly make me feel any better, but it was nice to be caught up in his arms.
“He sounds like a very, very stupid young man.” Jacob pulled back slightly and cupped my face, urging me to look up and meet his eyes. “He should be thanking his lucky stars that somebody like you even deigned to talk to him.”
“I’m not that special.”
“You are,” Jacob assured me, his thumb stroking over my jaw. I turned into the touch, surprised by how rough his fingers were. I liked it, though. The dumb boy had very smooth fingers, almost like a girl’s. Jacob’s touch was very gentle, but there was nothing girlish about it. “You’re an extremely beautiful girl. How old are you now?”
“I’ll be nineteen in a few months.”
“Ah, that’s a good age. I remember when I was that age. So…new to things.” He smiled down at me, his eyes a kind blue. “God, I wish I was nineteen now.”
I sniffed. “Why?”
“So I could kiss your tears away.”
“You want to kiss me?”
“Very much so. May I?”
I nodded, expecting a peck on the cheek. Something consoling and fatherly. What I got