1 -- Summer job
Pastor Young posted summer jobs in the gathering place hallway, like he did every year the last week of classes. One of the quickest to go was to babysit the Pastor's own son, Robbie, an adult man that, though in his early 30s, is mentally retarded and acts like an adolescent, and thus requires constant supervision.
Jessica heard the other girls teasing each other over who was going to get that sweet job, 'cause it was one of the highest paying ones, and a cush job considering all you had to do was hang out at the Pastor's house and watch TV, swim in their pool, and get a sun tan. Or so they thought.
Other rumors went around. Girls giggled while telling it, that the Pastor only wants girls who are of legal age. He wants his son to experience a girl friend. According to the rumor-tellers, some doctor thought that would normalize him, or else calm him down. How he got calmed down, was a subject of sordid debate.
2 -- Angling for the job
Jessica, a soon-to-be-graduated high school senior, bent to the mirror in the girls' bathroom one last time, fixing her lipstick. She puckered her lips, and licked them, admiring the glossy, fleshy-colored yumminess of Lush Melon. It was a sexy contrast to her pale skin. She pulled her long, copper/blond mixed hair out of the scrunchie and let it fall in sexy waves onto her shoulders. She wore skin-tight, low-rise jeans, and a tight-fitting rib tank, no bra. It made her 36-B tits seem bustier with deep cleavage, and, as it did right now, usually aroused her nipples, which is why she also covered herself with a zip-down, hoodie with her school's purple & yellow logo on the front. She would unzip it at the appropriate time, if needed. Peeking out of the top rear of her jeans, was a shiny, pink thong, that would let anyone see half her ass if she bent down or over. Typical weekend wear, it was against most of the school's dress codes, so she needed to move fast. Study hall was halfway through, the clock ticking.
<knock knock>
"Come in", grunted Pastor Young, his eyes scanning a piece of paper on his desk as he sat, stooped over the document. "Ah, Jessica, so nice to see you."
Jessica was absolutely confident that this middle-aged Pastor was counting his lucky stars that she just walked in, looking hot and all.
"You wanted to talk to me about college?" asked the Pastor, sitting back in his chair now, removing his glasses.
Jessica stood in front of his desk, but didn't sit, preferring to allow the Pastor to drink in her young, fit body. She looked to the side, absent-minded like, and brushed her hair with her fingers, elbows high, giving him a good show.
I wonder if Mrs. Pastor Young ever looked this hot. Maybe decades ago, not sure,
she thought.
"Not exactly, Pastor."
"Please, call me Rick."
"Okay, Rick." Jessica shut the door behind her and then walked toward him, to the low book case along the right side of his desk. She leaned forward on it, her tight ass pushed out into the air behind her, then looked up at him, propping her head up with her chin on her hands. She felt cool air on the top half of her ass, and knew her thong, and maybe more, was showing. "I need a job this summer, before I go away to college." Jessica lifted her upper body off the bookshelf, stretching her slender arms high over her head. Her hoodie lifted up in front, showing her belly button. "Can you help me with that?"
"Well...ehem...let me think about that", stammered the Pastor, clearly disconcerted by her young, tight body on display for him in a private show.
She followed his gaze back down to her young, flat belly, and allowed herself to blush while demurely pulling down her hoodie to cover up. She then lifted herself onto the book case, sitting, and, feeling warm, unzipped her hoodie and let it fall back off her shoulders and down her arms a bit. Looking up at him, with her head tilted tilted downward, " I think I would be perfect for your Robbie."
The Pastor's mouth suddenly went bone dry and his crotch went bone hard. Before he was done licking his lips to respond, Jessica continued, "I really want that job, Pastor Young...uhh..Rick. I've had many babysitting jobs, even some autistic kids." This last part she said quite enthusiastically and smiled innocently.
Pastor Rick couldn't help looking down and soaking in her small budding, rosy nipples through her nearly sheer tank top she was wearing as she leaned forward toward him, reaching for a picture of Robbie on his desk. They pointed outwards, stiff yet bouncing slightly with her movements keeping his eyes transfixed.
Pastor Young shifted in his chair, his eyes involuntarily darting from her chest to her eyes.
Jessica knew she had him.
"Jessica, three other girls already left me voicemails asking for it. What makes you more qualified than them?"
Jessica went all-in. She made a show of pulling the sleeves of her hoodie off of each of her arms, keeping her back arched, and rib tee straining to hold back her bosom and twin pokies. "Well, as I said, I am eighteen." Arms free, she raised both her arms above her head and swept her hair in several broad strokes behind her back in a loose pony tail, taking extra time to make it. Satisfied her chest was no longer obscured from Pastor Young's eyes, she looked him in the eyes again and said, "I'm also an experienced baby-sitter and know...CPR..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at her sandals, the last word just barely audible above the fan on his desk. Her bet committed, she lifted her head, slightly, and looked up at him, expectant. She noted that he was ogling her eighteen-year-old body...especially her perky boobs...sizing her up, even. It made her suddenly hot and she absentmindedly crossed her arms over her nipples which were twinging with excitement.
Let him look. A rare thrill for him, I'm sure.
She looked down to the floor, and forced herself to release her arms back to her sides. Then, leaning back on the book case, her boobs now on full display, underneath her sheer rib top, nipples pointing up toward the dusty ceiling panels, she looked at him intently, studying his face for any sign of progress.
Probably wondering if I'd make good summer girlfriend for his man-boy of a son. If he looks anything like the dad, then I'll be a very happy girl.
The Pastor went very quiet and licked his lips. Shifting again in his chair, he reached for a glass of water on his desk, focusing intently on drinking it and not looking at her. Beads of sweat showed on his brow.
Raising the bet, Jessica added, "I could teach him swimming lessons."
The Pastor choked on his water and spilled a bunch on his shirt. "He does need lessons. You're qualified to do that?"