Note: this is the third installment of the New Nanny series. This installment takes a while to build up.
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I was in trouble. Not in trouble at my university, the term had only started a few weeks ago and I was doing fine. Not in trouble doing my job, as a part-time nanny I was having a blast with two wonderful boys. But I was in trouble, nonetheless. I was sleeping with my boss and landlord, the father of the kids for whom I was a nanny who also provided the small apartment I lived in attached to the main house in which he and the boys lived. I wasn't being forced or held captive or anything, unless I was being held by my own crazy emotions. I just couldn't get enough of my new lover, Bill.
Even the word lover was something of a troubling compromise. I'd started calling us lovers because I couldn't classify what we were to one another. He wasn't my boyfriend. We weren't "Facebook Official" or even public in any way. We weren't, as my girlfriends would say, fuck-buddies. I thought too much of Bill to consider him just a booty call, a way to satisfy an itch. Bill was the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing I thought of when I went to bed. I got turned on thinking about him while I was in the shower, in class and in the car. I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach whenever the thought of his blue eyes popped into my mind. But to him I was...well, I didn't know what I was and that's why I was in trouble.
When Bill and I were alone together, when the boys were asleep or playing in another room, I'd find excuses to be touch or be touched by him. I loved the feeling I got when he would stand beside me and run his fingers up my rib cage or down my back. He had a way of tickling my earlobe that sent shivers down my spine and jolts across my belly. Sometimes he would stand behind me and grab my hips, hips that I thought were too big, but which he said were perfect, and pull me back into him so I could feel his erection. He always seemed hard whenever I was around. I got wet thinking about how he would wrap his arms around me, one hand across my abdomen, the other cupping my breasts and teasing my sensitive nipples.
In the three weeks since I'd moved into the nanny's apartment we'd been sleeping together as often as possible. He was a considerate partner. I came at least once almost every time we had sex. He could be tender; as he'd been on the first night we'd been together, and forceful, as he'd been on the second. He was creative and playful and on days when I didn't see him, when he was teaching classes or writing, I masturbated thinking of his tongue on my body as I'd pinch my nipples and hump my pillow.
I needed to clear my head and do something to shake myself out of this infatuation. I felt like I needed to shake things up. So, I was looking forward to Friday night, an off-duty night with no nanny responsibilities. The boys would be with their mother and Bill hadn't asked me to anything. I'd made plans to have dinner with some girls from the university and go to an off-campus house party with them. I thought that a night with a few drinks, and some dancing and fun might bring me back to my senses.
Even so, it was hard to turn Bill down when he asked if I wanted to have dinner with him and a friend at home on Friday night. When I told him I had plans he looked disappointed for a second, but covered it up quickly saying, "Good. You need to get out and have some fun." He didn't show any jealousy or possessiveness. I wasn't sure whether I liked that or not.
When Friday evening rolled around I primped a bit in my apartment before meeting the girls. I drank a hard lemonade and hopped in the shower and I had another as I sat naked putting on my make-up. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, squeezing my C cup breasts and sucking in my tummy. I try to stay fit, but even with Bill telling me he thinks my body is beautiful sometimes I wish I was taller than 5'4" and thin and leggy rather than petite and curvy.
With a sigh I got dressed for my girls night with a pale blue matching bra and thong, a pair of tight jeans and a little camisole that let my belly peak out. With a pair of strappy sandals on my feet and my little purse I was ready to head out. I did a little twirl in the mirror and felt a bit dizzy, two drinks and I was already a bit tipsy. I giggled at myself, what a lightweight.
Since I had a few minutes before I had to head out I thought I'd say good-bye to Bill. Really I was hoping he'd cop a quick feel. I love having his hands on my body. I hadn't even left on my adventure-to-forget-my-boss, but I was already thinking about coming home to him. My nipples, always sensitive, began to harden as I thought of surprising him with some late night sex when I got home. My apartment has an exterior door and a door that leads into the house. I took the back door through the house down to the kitchen.
That's when I heard voices coming from the kitchen, Bill's voice and a woman's voice. I couldn't make out the words, but I heard talking and laughing. He was having dinner with a woman? My stomach dropped. Was this the dinner he'd invited me to or had he made other plans when I told him I was going out? Instead of walking in for a cool, casual good-bye I involuntarily hurried into the room, pushed the kitchen door open too hard and, as it slammed, stood stupidly in the doorway. In the split second the door flew open I caught a glimpse of Bill gesturing with chef's knife as he told a story or joke and of a woman's back. She was taller than me, maybe 5'8" or so, with a thin, runner's build, a tight ass and long legs. Her hair was reddish blond and done in a bun at the back of her neck. I saw the sparkle of golden, dangling earrings.
"Adrienne," Bill greeted me with a smile, "what a surprise. I was just telling Diana she was going to miss you."
Diana? The woman turned and I suddenly recognized Bill's dinner guest. "Dr. Pacton," I said, "What are you doing here?" Diana Pacton had been one of my community college instructors. Not only had she encouraged me to attend the university to study child development, but she had also given me a lead and recommendation for my job as a nanny for Bill's boys.
"It's just Diana now, Adrienne. You're not my student anymore. Bill and I are old friends and I'm in town for conference at the Uni. He was nice enough to invite me to stay."
Bill had invited her? This tall, beautiful professor? To stay? What did that mean? How close were they? I stood dumbfounded.
Diana covered the silence gracefully. "Look, Bill and I are having a scotch. Would you care for one?"
I'd never had scotch before, but I was damned if I was going to let her know that. I quickly took the tumbler she offered and slugged back the drink. Immediately. I choked and coughed. Tears filled my eyes.
