Babysitter Skye

Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Many thanks to deadeye_76 for his editing help. Constructive comments are always welcome.

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Babysitter Skye - Babysitter finds her submissive and dominant sides.

Skye Taylor was a cute girl who had just graduated from high school near the top of her class. She wasn't glamorous; she was the sexy girl next door that guys dream about. Everyone liked her, and she had boundless energy. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an infectious smile. Her breasts weren't huge; they were on the smaller side but fit her athletic frame well.

Her parents were open and honest with her about everything, including sex. As a result, she'd grown up to be a smart, mature young woman who didn't have the sexual hang-ups that plague many young people.

Sky started dating around sixteen years old but didn't lose her virginity for a couple of years. It was not a high priority for her, but early in her senior year, just after she'd turned eighteen, she became curious about sex and decided it was time.

She told her mother, and her mother was excited for her and wanted her to have a wonderful experience. Her mother made sure that she understood about the biology, consent, what to expect her first time, and made her a doctor's appointment to get birth control. She didn't want to dissuade her, but she wanted her to be well-prepared.

She'd heard from friends at school that the first time could be unpleasant if the guy didn't know what he was doing and couldn't control himself, so she found an attractive man in college, a friend of a friend, who had some experience. He made her first time an enjoyable, wonderful experience. Later, she learned that most boys in her class weren't as good as he was, but he'd taught her what good sex should be like and made her love it. She showed several boys in her class a few things that they'd never learn in sex education class.

In the past nine months, she'd had quite a few sexual partners, but she wasn't a slut either. She knew that sex didn't mean love, and she had no interest in getting serious with anyone. In fall, she'd be at college, so a high school "steady" seemed silly, and her babysitting job took up a lot of her time.

During school, she babysat on most weekends and had more jobs than she could handle. In summer, she worked five nights a week. Her reputation as a babysitter was impeccable, and she was hard to book. Parents trusted her because she was confident, smart, and good with both infants and older children. In addition, she had taken a CPR course and knew emergency first aid, which always impressed parents. She charged more than most babysitters but had the confidence to know she was worth it.

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Rachel and Steve Moore got married right after college. Their sex life had been remarkable since the night they'd met, and they were always trying new things. They made love at least once a day and delighted in finding new sexy things to try. When Rachel got pregnant, their sex life didn't slow down much until the last eight weeks, when some positions became uncomfortable for Rachel. They were open with each other and worked around the uncomfortable positions and discovered some new ones. The sexual desire for each other was always there.

When Tommy was born, they were both instantly in love with him. But as with all couples after his birth, they didn't have as much sex; Rachel had to heal, and they were both constantly exhausted. Tommy woke up every hour because he was hungry, needed changing, was too hot or cold, or just because he was an infant. It was worse for Rachel because she was breastfeeding, and she refused to pump her milk, so Steve could help her.

A housekeeper came in during the day to keep the house clean, but Rachel was adamant that she not touch Tommy. She wouldn't let any stranger touch him and wasn't happy when Steve held him.

After two months, Rachel's doctor cleared her for sex, but her heart was not in it. Her mind drifted to Tommy or sleep, and Steve felt like he was having sex alone. Intellectually, Steve understood why she wasn't interested in sex. She was constantly tired from taking care of the baby, but that knowledge didn't help him when he was jerking off in the shower.

Steve never complained, but Rachel knew things weren't right between them. She knew that it disappointed Steve that she didn't want to make love, but she couldn't make it better.

Steve took two weeks off work for paternity leave. Rachel took a year off. After Steve went back to work, it was just Rachel and the housekeeper. She rarely left the house; she didn't want to. When she did, Tommy was with her.

After Steve begged her enough, she finally gave up and started pumping her breastmilk. That allowed her some more sleep, but she didn't use it. All her thoughts were on the baby. Steve offered to take care of Tommy on weekends so she could get out of the house, but she never took him up on the offer. She refused to be away from him.

After work one day, Steve found her sitting by herself on the couch, sobbing, and when he could get her to talk, she said, "Tommy doesn't love me," before crying again.

Since Steve was at work all day, he didn't know she had episodes like this, and the housekeeper hadn't told him. Steve hired a new housekeeper and insisted that they visit a doctor specializing in issues faced by new parents. Rachel begrudgingly agreed to go and took Tommy.

The doctor diagnosed her with mild postpartum depression. As soon as the doctor mentioned taking medication that would be in her breastmilk, Rachel's mind shut off. There was no way she was giving drugs to her baby. She thought the doctor was a quack, and she didn't listen to anything else he said. But Steve listened, and the doctor also suggested exercise like walking, social activities, and getting out of the house to interact with people.

Steve lied a little to his wife. He told her the doctor said that Tommy needed some stimulation and sunshine. He'd get that from Rachel walking him outdoors in a stroller. It would help with his sleep and intellectual development. She'd do anything for Tommy, so she started walking with him in a stroller several times a day. Her neighbor had a baby about Tommy's age and walked with her to a park, where other mothers gathered.

Talking to others helped her realize that she wasn't the only one who was having problems. They would all talk and laugh about how clueless their husbands were, discussed the latest strollers, and what to do about cracked and sore nipples. They took her and Tommy to exercise classes where both mother and baby got exercise. She began to look forward to getting out of the house with Tommy and seeing her new friends.

After 6 months, Tommy's sleep schedule became more regular, allowing Rachel to sleep more, and she let Steve feed him in the early morning, but her depression didn't improve. They had sex sometimes, but it never approached the unrestrained intensity it had before she got pregnant. Her mind was never completely with Steve, and he began to think it never would be.

Rachel made progress, and Steve was not going to give up on her. He instigated a mandatory date night once a week without Tommy. Other parents had suggested it, and he told her that it was the doctor's idea. He lied again, thinking that going out would focus her mind on something other than Tommy.

Rachel didn't want to think about anything but Tommy, and even Steve didn't know how stubborn she could be. She was adamant that she would never leave Tommy without proper care and set an impossibly high bar for that care.

Steve asked parents in the neighborhood and found the best babysitter in town, Skye Taylor. Due to her busy schedule, she would be hard to hire, but Steve was desperate and not above begging.

Steve called Skye and explained the situation with his wife and the spot he was in.

He said, "I know you have a full schedule, but my wife and I are going out on a date without Tommy, whether she wants to or not. You're the best babysitter in town, and I'm sure you can take care of Tommy. I know I'm asking a lot, but could you please, please come over to talk to my wife and convince her you're the best."

Skye thought the situation was funny and said, "I'll be glad to come over, Mr. Moore."

When Skye arrived, Rachel was less than enthusiastic about seeing her. She wasn't ready to leave Tommy in anyone's care, and Skye was just a child herself, even though she was only eight years younger than Rachel. She was ready to say "no" before she met Rachel, but knew she'd need a good reason. Steve was being insistent.

Rachel brutally interrogated Skye, if that was her real name, for an hour. All that was missing was a bright light bulb swinging from the ceiling. Rachel insisted on three forms of picture ID, which Skye irritatingly had. Skye had a full page of references ready when Rachel asked. She was polite, cheerful, and competent. It was difficult for Rachel to find a reason not to like her.

Tommy started crying upstairs during her interrogation, and Skye asked, "Can I take care of him for you, Mrs. Moore?" Her voice was way too chipper.

Rachel knew that Tommy was hungry, and this child would never be able to quiet him, so she said, "Fine," thinking that if she failed, she'd have a good reason to reject her. Skye went upstairs, and Steve had to hold Rachel down while Skye was with him. Within five minutes, Tommy was quiet.

Skye came downstairs. "He just needed his diaper changed. When's his next meal?"

Rachel was impressed that she could get him back to sleep; it was only about 30 minutes until he ate, but what finally won her over was that Skye knew pediatric CPR and emergency first aid. She even had a large white first aid kit with a big red cross on it that she carried to babysitting jobs.

Steve drove her home and said, "I'd love you to babysit for us."

"I charge $25/hour with a three-hour minimum. That's more than most babysitters," she said.

Steve said, "You're the best. I don't care what it costs. Could you possibly babysit on Thursday night?"

"I'm booked after 7:00 that night down the street, or I'd be glad to."

"Could you give us 5:00 to 6:30 or 6:45? My wife won't stay out long unless she's chained to something, and I wouldn't bet against her chewing through the chain. I'm just going to take her to the burger place around the corner, but it will be the first time she's been that far from Tommy," Steve pleaded.

Mr. Moore was cute, and she liked it when men begged, so she agreed. He handed her a hundred-dollar bill for the interview.

"I can't take this," she said.

"Yes, you can. How often has anyone interrogated you like that? That's hazard pay. Dealing with Tommy is easy, but dealing with Mrs. Moore in her current state is dangerous."

Skye laughed as she got out of her car. "I'll see you Thursday at 5:00."

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On Thursday afternoon, Rachel still refused to go out.

Steve said, "You have two choices. You can walk to the car, or I will carry you out." He looked into her stubborn eyes. "I'm not kidding. The neighbors may call the police, but I bet they'll be on my side." Steve was going to be just as stubborn.

Skye arrived at 5:00 sharp. With gritted teeth, Rachel handed Skye a two-page list of emergency contacts and phone numbers for everyone on the block. She said, "He's been fed and changed, so you shouldn't need to touch him. If anything happens to my son, I know people."

Rachel was furious with Steve, but she walked out by herself to avoid the indignity of him carrying her over his shoulder.

Their first "date night" lasted less than an hour, and Steve and Rachel didn't speak much on the date or that night. No matter how Rachel acted, Steve kept a smile on his face. She tried to call home to check on Tommy, and Steve took her phone away. They went to a fast-food place within walking distance of the house, and Rachel refused to touch her food.

After Steve finished his dinner, Rachel said, "We've been out, now it's time to go home."

Steve cheerfully said, "Okay," and they drove home.

Skye was surprised to see Mrs. Moore run past her and straight to Tommy's room. Steve came in a few seconds after her, looking angry and unhappy.

Steve drove Skye to her next job. She said, "I could have walked. It's just at the end of the block."

"I know, but I needed to get out of the house for a minute, so I wouldn't kill my dear wife."

She asked, "Didn't you two have fun?"

He gave her an "it's not a good time to be funny" look and said, "We will, but it's going to take some time and a great deal of patience. Can you find a time you can come every week?"

"I'll look at my book, but I think I can come every Tuesday."

"Any day is fine, but hopefully you'll be there longer next time."

When he dropped her off at her next job, he gave her five twenties.

"This is too much."

"No, it's not. I booked your time."

She put three twenties on the seat, opened the door, and said, "Well, goodnight, Mr. Moore."

"Skye, please call me Steve."

"Goodnight, Steve."

When he got home, Rachel was in bed. It was 6:45 in the evening. She was facing away from where he slept with her eyes closed. He walked around the bed, kissed her, and said, "We're doing this every week, so get used to it."

Rachel didn't respond.

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"Date night" was unpleasant for several trying weeks, but each week, they stayed out a little longer, and Mrs. Moore looked happier, or at least less angry, when they got home. Skye grew fond of the Moores, especially Steve. She liked his wife, too, but she still called her Mrs. Moore. She could be a little scary. After the first few months of going out, they stayed out a few hours, and she'd see Mrs. Moore smiling on occasion.

Skye didn't have a car, so her parents would drop her off to babysit, and there was a car at the house in case of an emergency. Steve would drive her home after she babysat and overpaid her for her work.

Steve was a handsome man and less than ten years older than Skye. His attraction to her was obvious. When he took her home, she'd catch him staring at the hem of her short skirt. She couldn't deny that she was a bit attracted to him, too. She wore short skirts and revealing blouses to tease him a little when she babysat.

Steve felt guilty for having impure thoughts about Skye. He imagined her cute little body naked while he was in the shower, beating off.

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As the weeks passed, Rachel began to trust Skye more and would leave Tommy with her longer. Eventually, Steve surprised his wife with an evening in a penthouse suite at a downtown hotel. They had dinner and champagne by candlelight in the room. After dinner, Rachel had a bubble bath, and Steve gently washed her. She enjoyed the pampering. When they went to bed, she relaxed for the first time knowing that Tommy was well cared for. Steve could feel her sex drive coming back. They had a wonderful time and didn't get home until well after midnight. Tommy was sound asleep. After Steve dropped Skye off, he found Rachel waiting for him in bed, naked.

After that, they made love after each of their dates. Rachel looked forward to "date nights", but she never thanked Steve for making her go the first time. She was embarrassed that she'd been such a bitch.

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After a year, Rachel returned to work. There was daycare at her company, and she would drop by unexpectedly to check on him until she trusted they were competent. Tommy didn't need to nurse as often and was eating some solid food. Each morning, she'd pump enough milk for the day. Rachel's depression had lifted, and she was feeling much better. Their sex life was better now, but it had been damaged and wasn't the same as it was before Tommy was born.

On a Saturday night, shortly after Rachel started working again, there was a retirement party for a partner at Rachel's office, and her attendance was necessary. Steve asked Skye to babysit on short notice.

She had a date and wanted to go out, but Steve persuaded her to cancel her plans for them. He'd pay her double her regular rate because she was the only person Mrs. Moore trusted to look after Tommy at night. Skye couldn't turn Steve down. He'd always been generous to her and paid her more than she charged. She texted her date, Zack, and gave him the unwelcome news. It upset him, but she promised she'd make it up to him soon.

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The Moores left about 6:30 and said they'd be home sometime after midnight. They both looked wonderful. Steve was dashing in his suit, and Rachel looked stunning in a slinky, low-cut black dress and stiletto heels. No one would have guessed that she'd ever been pregnant.

It wasn't much work for Skye to take care of Tommy since he was one year old. He was awake when she arrived, so all she did was play with him for a while, feed him a bottle, and put him to bed. He was asleep by nine, and she was a little lonely. Zack called her to talk, then he offered to come over to help her babysit.

After he'd begged and pleaded enough, she said, "You can come over, and we'll watch a movie."

"I swear I'll be gone before the Moores get home," Zack said.

When he arrived, she said emphatically, "There will absolutely be no sex tonight. I'm working."

It's not like they didn't have plenty of sex. One night wouldn't kill him. Zack was past his expiration date anyway. The only reason he was still around was that with school out, she was babysitting more, and most guys were on vacation.

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Rachel needed to stay at the party for a while after dinner. Since she'd been on maternity leave for a year, there were new employees to get to know and people higher in the food chain who she needed to become reacquainted with. She felt guilty that Steve was bored. He didn't know anyone there or what they were discussing. Rachel told him to go home early, and she'd take an Uber home later. Steve put on a happy face and told her he was enjoying himself, but she knew better and insisted he go home.

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Once Zach arrived, teenagers being teenagers, he and Skye started making out instead of watching a movie.

Skye said emphatically, "Zack, we can do a little making out, but we're not going to have sex. I'll get in trouble with the Moores."

"That's fine, I just want to kiss a little," he said, smiling.

Within 10 minutes, they were both naked on the couch kissing each other's bodies all over, well on their way to having sex.

That's why they didn't hear Steve's car pull up or the front door open.

Steve walked in, stopped, and stared at the two teens on his couch, naked and excited. He'd often imagined what Skye looked like naked and was not in the least disappointed by what he saw. She was at that age where she was ripening into a woman but still had a hint of a little girl showing. Her eighteen-year-old breasts, not completely developed, stood high and firm on her chest with rosy, pink nipples hard from excitement.

Steve cleared his throat, and two panicked teenage faces turned towards him. Without thinking, they jumped up before realizing they were showing him exactly how naked they were.

In a voice meant to terrorize the boy, Steve said, "Who are you?" His cock shrank and tried to hide.

"Zack," he stammered out.

Steve walked over to Zack's clothes, gathered them up, and threw them out the front door.

Skye reached for her clothes, but Steve instructed in a no-nonsense voice, "Skye, stand where you are."

He ordered, "Zack, leave my house, get in your car, and drive away before I call the police." Zack quickly followed his clothes out the front door, grabbed them and ran to his car naked. His tires spun as he drove off.