This story takes place in 1997, a year after Merri took me to bed in The Nurse and The Nanny. I suggest reading that story first in order to give this one much needed context.
Dedicated to the real life Merri: your patience all those years ago developed my love of all things erotic and kinky, and your friendship now is a constant source of joy. Thank you.
Like the other story involving my friend Merri this one is about sexual emotion as much as actual sex, so be patient.
It's a flashback story, that takes place in 1997. Writing it that way was important to me because there are several elements to this story that are based on actual events in my life.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's or the need for birth control.
Featuring:
Merri: A thirty year old nurse who hired me as a nanny fourteen months before this story started.
Sabrina: a fictionalized version of myself at age twenty-one. By this time, I was still an awkward dork, but my relationship with Merri had gone a long way towards bringing me out of my shell. She convinced me that my sexual desires were normal and that my sexual needs were nothing to be ashamed of.
As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica. Unlike most of my other stories my emotions about the very real relationship I had with Merri are very real, so please be nice if you can.
IsabellaEmily
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I'm Sabrina. Let me tell you another piece of my story.
It was November of 1997 and I was in my second year of community college. I was a few months past my twenty-first birthday, and still pretty shy and awkward around crowds, but that had changed a lot over the preceding year.
I'd been working for Merri since the start of the last school year, starting as an after-school babysitter, and quickly taking on some cooking and cleaning duties for the busy single mom and her kids.
Before too many weeks of employment were over Merri took over the rec room on the bottom floor of their split-level house as her own bedroom, complete with walk in shower and hot tub, and unofficially promoted me to 'nanny'.
Along with the new title came her old master bedroom upstairs. This gave me my own bathroom and closet space, so I could stay over whenever I needed to.
Since she worked second shift, we found it was easier for me to stay over most nights, and my parents approved since the job afforded me plenty of time to study.
My relationship with Merri was comfortable, and I'd come to regard her as a sort of big sister. She shared tips about makeup and hair with me, and we'd often stay up late together talking about boys and dating and movies.
Before long I grew comfortable enough to ask her some dating advice, and that added a dimension to our relationship that quickly came to include talking about sex as well.
Since my only experience up to that point had been masturbation I had a lot of questions, and Merri was very intuitive about some of my worries and worked to reassure me that my fantasies and interest in kink were perfectly healthy and normal.
One night in early December a blizzard came through town, shutting down all the schools and cancelling almost everyone's plans. Her ex-husband was a teacher, so the kids got an unexpected long weekend with him, and Merri was sent home from work early.
With just the two of us alone in the house we sat up late talking, and the conversation became very sexual and flirtatious, and she tenderly took me into her bed, and guided me through receiving and giving my first sexual pleasure with a partner.
That evening obviously changed things between us, but not in any awkward or frustrating ways. We didn't start sharing a bed, or being necessarily romantic with each other, or even try to define what had changed.
Instead, we simply added something new to our already existing relationship, and that was an element of sexual exploration. She was happy to teach me things about my own body, and about how to arouse hers.
I was still primarily attracted to guys. All my romantic fantasies involved guys, and whenever I experienced a crush or attraction to someone it was almost always a male. But Merri had helped me confront the reality that sexually, I was equally drawn to both genders.
I discovered that her arousal could add to my own, and that my arousal would increase hers. Together we shared hours of orgasmic exploration and pleasure.
She worked second shift, and I'd often fall asleep on the couch waiting for her. When she got home, she'd wake me up and lead me into her bedroom, where we'd take turns exploring each other's bodies and sharing orgasms.
Usually, I'd retreat to my own bed afterwards, partly for appearances sake, and partly because both of us wanted to be careful not to over complicate our friendship and sexual relationship with any 'living together' baggage.
Most mornings I'd get up and get the kids off to school, letting her sleep in. Once they were gone, if I didn't have to head out to class, I'd crawl back into bed with her and snuggle until she got up at noon.
Sometimes the snuggling led to one of us becoming aroused, and those midmorning lovemaking sessions proved to be my favorite. They were unhurried, exploratory, comfortable, and each of us felt free to do what we wanted.
Sometimes we would masturbate side by side. Sometimes one of us would masturbate while the other watched. Sometimes I'd finger myself to orgasm while she gently held me. Sometimes we'd finger each other or be excessively oral.
I learned to ask for what I wanted or what my body needed, and she was patient with me, sometimes making love to me softly and slowly, and other times aggressively rough as she used my body for her own pleasure.
When the kids were with their father for the weekend we'd sleep in the same bed after having sex, or in the living room in front of the fireplace, or in my bed upstairs. Basically, we'd cuddle together and fall asleep wherever we happened to be when we were done pleasuring each other.
Over that long winter she taught me how to increase and prolong the need to orgasm, until the need to tip over the edge into pulsing abandon became deliciously unbearable.
I was more than happy to learn from her, and perversely enthusiastic about trying out all the different ways I'd been imagining sharing pleasure.
Thanks to Merri I was now able to admit to myself that being drawn to women wasn't something to be ashamed of or something I had to ignore. While I still craved sex with a male, I now embraced that being attracted to other women was a part of my life.
As much as I'd been enjoying my time with Merri, I was ready to take another step.
I'd found myself fantasizing about being fucked by a real cock.
Physically I was no longer a virgin.
I'd remedied that a while ago during a long masturbation with a round bright pink plastic hairbrush. It wasn't very big, but over the course of many months I got used to the sexual satisfaction of having something push into my wet pussy.
As for being penetrated by a sexual partner Merri had taken me past that point with a vibrator one Saturday morning in January when we'd been alone for the weekend.
It was something we'd planned for and talked about, and the night before she'd let me use my fingers and tongue to cause her several orgasmic surges of pleasure.
After she'd had her third orgasm, she'd pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed on top of me and proceeded to spend nearly two hours on foreplay.
She'd kissed, touched, rubbed, licked, caressed, and tickled every inch of my body until I was shaking and begging for an orgasm.
She'd then taken me into the shower and scrubbed me from head to toe, and then we soaked in her hot tub.
