Episode One: The Babysitter
The couple lay in bed. It was somewhere around three in the morning; even so they were wide awake. The woman searched underneath the covers for her husband's hand. "I still can't believe we're going to do this."
"There's no turning back now," came a whispered response. "Everything's organized."
"So it begins tomorrow..."
He turned on his side and rested on his elbow. "Think of the pleasure," he crooned.
She kissed her husband and cuddled in his arms.
***
Lauren was already awake when her alarm clock went off. It was morning, and it was time to get up. The sun was up and bright as ever. The chirping birds seemed to rejoice at the fact as they socialized with one another. Lauren, on the other hand, wasn't happy about the sun's penetration through her bedroom's pumpkin yellow curtains. The lukewarm illumination made it impossible to get anymore sleep.
It was Friday, anyway, the last day of college before break. She decided she'd better get up. She rubbed at her eyes and shifted in her bed. Her well-kept long blonde hair rustled around her neck and over her breasts. Slowly she lumbered out of bed and stood to attention in front of a wall high mirror mounted on her wardrobe door.
"Not too bad..." she murmured after observing herself for several moments. The twenty-one year-old was a bit taller than average for her age. She ran her small hands tentatively across her body from the top down: over her medium-sized breasts, down her waist and across her perfectly curved hips. She was proud of her body: it was well formed, well structured. She kept in shape to make sure it stayed that way.
She was very pretty as well. All in all, she was the perfect package. She didn't have the biggest breasts, but she didn't want the biggest breasts either: what she had now was the textbook balanced body that most girls her age craved.
She got enough attention from the guys to know that was the case. Many a male had spent minutes lost in her sparkling blue eyes, staring at her from across the room. She ignored it most of the time.
It wasn't that she didn't like guys, but most of the guys that had hit her up for a number or asked her out were jerks in the way they went about it. She didn't want a jock; she was just waiting to meet a normal, nice guy. As such she could count the times she'd had sex on her fingers. She knew she wasn't missing it. She could wait.
Her nipples probed through her short purple satin nightie. She rubbed two fingers over them longingly. Sitting down on the side of her bed facing the mirror, she slipped the nightie off over her head and watched her reflection play with her breasts. Mirror Lauren tweaked the light pink nipples and rubbed them tenderly. And then Lauren watched as one of her hands slowly made it down to her clean-shaven pussy, and she gasped as her middle finger pushed between the pink glistening folds of her hidden place.
***
"What's for breakfast, mom?" Lauren's sister Brianna stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
"Morning, Bri," Lauren said, smiling at the sibling three years her junior.
"Hey, sis." Brianna collapsed into a chair next to her sister at the table.
"I hadn't planned to make anything special, Brianna," her mother responded.
"Awww..." Brianna pouted.
The girls' mother stared at them both, apparently considering something. "Alright, I'll make some French toast or something." She began to prepare breakfast for the two.
"Thanks mom!" Brianna sparked brightly.
Lauren looked at her younger sister. She enjoyed life with her mother and sister under the same roof. The girls' father had left the family at a very young age, and their mother had never married or gone out with any men since. When Lauren went to college she remained at home to help out around the house and take care of Brianna, who at that time was sixteen. Lauren's mother hadn't asked her to stay home – it was just a decision she had made by herself.
Now her sister had grown up. They were still best friends, but things had changed between them subtly. Brianna was much more outgoing than her sister. She was always hanging around with guys and partying, even at a much younger age. She had a big circle of friends, in contrast with Lauren, who only had one true friend, a bookworm named Gemma.
But that was just who Brianna was. Like Lauren, she was very pretty. A brunette, like her mother, she had big blue eyes that could probably melt even the hardest of men. The two sisters were about the same body size, so like true gals they swapped around many clothes. And whenever times got tough for Brianna in a relationship or with one of her friends, she and her sister would cuddle up at night in one of their beds. As such, Lauren had developed an especially strong bond with her sister. They were siblings worthy of a fairytale.
Brianna caught Lauren's gaze. "What's up, sis?" she quizzed, one eyebrow cocked, head tilted slightly to the left. It was her 'questionnaire' pose.
"Nothing," Lauren replied. "Just remembering old times."
"What are your plans for today?"
"Don't know. I don't have any classes. I might go out with Gemma... catch a movie or something. Wanna come?"
"What are you gonna see?" Brianna asked, now messaging someone with her mobile phone.
"'Dark Grey Fields and a Diamond Made of Cane looks cool.'"
"That new Meryl Streep movie?"
"Yeah. She meets up with a long lost friend from Eastern Europe or something. It's supposed to be good."
"You know what I would like to see? That new Brad Pitt and George Clooney movie. The trailer is really funny."
"Maybe I'll give Gemma a call."
