Robbie's Sitter

Robbie's Sitter: Promise - Day 1

Summary

Robbie's dad falls back on his last choice of prospective sitters this summer in Promise, a strict wait-until-marriage girl, promise ring and all. Will Robbie's special needs be sated, or will he go off the deep end?

Slim Sitter Candidate Pool

Robbie's dad is having a hard time finding a suitable sitter for his 30-something mentally handicapped son for the summer. His students seem more interested in developing their online "auras" instead of working for real money. Only two candidates scanned the QR code and filled out the web application he vibe-coded a month ago. He immediately rejected Dranna, though quite the looker, she went full goth earlier in the year, and adopted a shitty attitude. He guessed that the most she'd be willing to do is scroll on her phone until he and the Mrs. got home. No, he needed more than that, much more.

Promise walked in, a model of energetic innocence, unaware that her choice of attire turned male heads. Tight, green denim shorts, cuffed in a way that accentuated her lightly tanned, toned legs, matched with a cropped, fuzzy, white sweater top. Beneath, teasing his eyes, was a white, ribbed tank top. Her sweater hung loose, mostly unzipped, drawing Rick's eyes to her cleavage. A simple gold necklace, with a cross pendant, dangled in her cleavage. Regardless, he knew that her clothing didn't intend to excite the opposite sex. In fact, he was perpetually puzzled why she dressed for attention when it seemed she was determined to remain a virgin until marriage.

Promise's phone dinged seconds after entering his office. Her warm, sunshine smile evaporated. Adorable brow furrowed, she was clearly frustrated as she messaged back and forth with someone.

"Ehem", Rick cleared his throat, eyebrows raised inquisitively.

"One sec, Pastor Young. It's Ryan, he's been...well...pestering me about something lately, and I'm sick of it."

Rick relaxed back in his chair, giving his only sitter candidate the time she needed. His eyes scanned her, evaluating her expectations for the job, usually filled by, well, more open-minded graduating seniors. Her luxurious, wavy blonde hair was arranged into a single ponytail, lying over her left shoulder, the tip reaching her navel. She turned a bit away from him, biting her lip. A hint of thong peeked out. Rick took a deep breath to stem arousal.

"What an a-hole!" Promise's curse escaped her lips, a quiet, but candid frustration.

"Miss Winslet?"

Her eyes flicked up for a brief moment at the pastor before returning to her screen. "Sorry, almost done." Her thumbs deftly responded to whatever angst was besetting her. "It's over, horny Ryan!" Rick imagined a bunch of emojis tacked on to what was likely a break-up message, given the flurry of thumb movements she executed.

"Miss Winslet?" Rick spoke up more loudly now, losing patience regardless of his slim sitter candidate pool. High school drama had no place in his office.

Her reddened face turned back to meet his eyes. "Whew. Another break-up." She took a deep breath and fanned her face with her hand. "Sorry, Pastor Young. Another boy who can't wait until marriage, if you know what I mean."

Rick stifled a knowing smile. He was also one of those boys back in his day.

"Why are all boys like that!" She stroked her ponytail, head shaking, an expression of consternation.

"Testosterone...or at least that's how science seems to explain it." He really wanted to say that she's basically a walking hottie who, in her innocence, doesn't realize how provocative her clothing choices are, and men, especially younger men, just want to raw dog her, as often as they can, until she dumps them or someone new catches their fancy. He leaned forward, stood from his cushy office chair, and folded his sleeves up to his elbows as Promise began to speak.

"Everyone knows I'm not going to have sex before marriage. I showeveryonemy ring..." She held her hand out and displayed an ornate, white enamel and gold ring, "...and talk about it with anyone I meet. Especially boys. I get that out front before any wrong expectations ruin things. Not a single boy I've dated respected me in that way. I'd really hoped Ryan was different." Her voice trailed off, eyes lowered, focused on fiddling with her ring. She huffed, then looked back up at Rick, unsure how to continue.

"So, you applied for my sitter job. What do you know about it?" Rick also wanted to get certain expectations out of the way before he lost his newest sitter on day one.

Promise's demeaner brightened as she earnestly shared what she knew, or thought she knew. "I know your son, Robbie, is mentally handicapped and needs constant supervision, proper administration of medication, and healthy activities, including swim lessons, all of which I'm perfect for, as I love helping people and basically have lived in a pool each summer since I was seven.

"And you turned eighteen when?"

"Last August, I stayed back in first grade."

Rick noted her well-rehearsed answer, ostensibly designed to head off the next logical question a classmate or friend's parent would ask.

"And you know CPR?"

"Yes, sir."

He cleared his throat. "Have you heard anything else, like, from the other girls that took the job in past summers?"

She reached back and smoothed her ponytail as she spoke, unaware that her midriff was exposed for just a few moments. A glimpse of pale, string bikini tan lines made Rick's mouth go dry.

"Just a few rumors." She paused, breaking eye contact. "But I don't believe them. I think most girls don't want competition for a well-paying summer job, to be honest." Promise smiled, satisfied with her answer.

"You need to know that my Robbie is a grown man, but with the faculties of a simpleton. He is about as eager to make a big splash in the pool or eat pizza as he is to, uh, admire the female form. He can be a handful for some girls, but the right one can offer him the companionship he so badly wants and needs, while also taking care of his well-being. This is the ideal candidate for this job." He scanned her face for any concern and saw her mind working behind those sparkling, green eyes. He had never quite been so direct with past candidates, but the other girls weren't quite as pure and true as Promise. Rick paused, considering whether or not to add more, and decided he'd better get it out of the way out of respect for her. She needed to make this decision on her own. "He...em...believes his summer sitter is his girlfriend, and my wife and I approve of that as it brings great joy and peace to him and our household."

His words hung in the air as Promise fidgeted with her ponytail again, re-tightening her scrunchie. She gazed downward, cheeks flushed, considering...considering. Her next words came out a bit stammered, "So the rumors, em, are kinda true? Or - " her words broke off, lifting her eyes to search Rick's face for a clue.

"Well, I'm not sure what rumors you've heard, and they are likely greatly exaggerated." Rick decided to poker up a bit, but avoided meeting her gaze directly. "Some girls, erra, sitters may have embraced the girlfriend part...some more, some less." It was Rick's turn for slightly reddened cheeks, and he sat down to mouse over her application on his monitor.

"Look, Pastor Young, I know how other girls are, and though I'm not like them, I can really be a great friend...", she paused before re-using his prior description, "...companion, to your son, and don't worry, I can handle myself like I've done many times with many other horny boys." Her cheeks reddened once more as she stuffed her hands in the rear pockets of her shorts.

Rick was satisfied with her confidence and willingness, though he was quite curious how far her companionship would go with Robbie. "One more thing, and I'll tell you this out of respect for you so you can be one hundred percent sure this is right for you."

Promise radiated an innocent, earnest smile, listening intently.

"Oh, also, I've increased the pay rate substantially...due to inflation and all." Rick made that up on the spot, feeling somewhat guilty in his role as his son's summer sitter-slash-girlfriend recruiter.

Promise beamed a winning smile, her lush, pale pink lips revealing perfect, white teeth. She brushed a stray hair from her forehead, waiting for Rick to continue.

"Robbie can get a bit, handsy - " he broke off, studying her expression.

"Handsy, uh, how?" Promise's smile faded, her lips pursed with curiosity.

"Well, as I said, he considers each sitter his girlfriend, and..." he let that hang for a sec, reading her face for concern or worse, panic.

"Yeah, but, I mean, all boys arehandsy," she replied, matter-of-factly. "How handsy could he be?" Her thoughts came swiftly as she considered what the pastor was saying. "It's not like I haven't doneanythingwith boys - ", she abruptly giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "I can't believe I'm talking to you about this." She bent over, red-faced and giggling.

Relief washed over Rick as he knew she was okay with, well, whatever she was okay with and had the confidence to set boundaries. He enjoyed the brief sight of her white thong again when she laughed. He also noticed that she had no bra on, and peered almost all the way down into her tank top. He smiled to himself, glad he had his glasses on. "Let's shake on it."

Promise took Pastor Young's hand and surprised him with a firm, feminine grip. "When do I start?"

Promise arrives

Promise arrived early the next day, wanting to make a good impression. The door opened just as she was about to ring. An attractive, full-figured woman, presumably Mrs. Young, had a tennis racket and a bag in hand. She frankly looked fabulous in a sleeveless top, flowy tennis skirt, and crisp, white sneakers.

"Oh, hi! You must be Robbie's sitter this summer."

Her voice was warm and welcoming, putting Promise at ease, though she was secretly very excited to start her job, particularly to collect a weekly paycheck. She already picked out some new wardrobes. They waited in her Amazon shopping cart until she could afford them.

"Yes, my name is Promise!"

Mrs. Young was pleasantly startled by her sunshine smile and innocent excitement. Most sitters recruited by her husband were quite different. More financially motivated and lacking Promise's zeal to start their job watching Robbie. Mrs. Young noted what appeared to be a promise ring. "Is that a promise ring, dear?" Her curiosity got the better of her.

"Oh yes, but not because of my name," a nervous quiver in her voice. "I'm committed to no sex until I find the right one and marry him."

Mrs. Young held a healthy dose of skepticism and wondered at her husband's choice of sitter. "A promise ring. Don't see many of those, lately."

Promise assumed her comment was a compliment and smiled appreciatively.

"Do come in, Robbie's back in the pool already, and Rick, erra, Pastor Young is upstairs somewhere but should be down shortly. Don't mind me, I'm out the door headed to a tennis tourney. Wish me luck!"

With that, Mrs. Young walked by the new sitter and headed to the garage, leaving the door open. A light, fresh fragrance trailed her. Promise stepped into their home and saw a well-maintained, if not perfectly clean, home. She could help with that.

Closing the door behind her, she headed straight for the kitchen and the sliding glass doors that looked out over the pool. In the water was a pudgy, thirty‑something man wearing arm floaties and goggles. She set down her duffel bag -- packed with spare clothes and pajamas in case Mrs. and Pastor Young came back late and she needed to stay over. She'd been warned this happened a lot. Pastor Young had the summer off, and he and the Mrs. often took quick overnight trips. Tonight was just a tennis banquet, though, and Pastor Young wouldn't be heading out until later in the afternoon.

She heard the pastor call down the stairwell, which emptied near the front door. "Promise, is that you?"

"Hi Pastor Young!"

"Please, you can call me Rick. It'll be a long summer if we're so formal!" His voice echoed off the slate tile in the hall.

"Okay, Rick!" She couldn't help but giggle at calling Pastor Young by his first name. She never imagined doing that. "I'm going out back to introduce myself to Robbie!"

There was no reply, so she slid open the glass door and stepped outside. Barefoot, she stepped gingerly on the hot pavers, striding toward her ward and hopefully, new friend.Companion. Butterflies in her belly just thinking that word. She shook it off. Confident and committed, she waved her hand high toward Robbie. "Hi Robbie! I'm Promise!"

Robbie's face beamed with delight, and he waved back, splashing water everywhere. "Hi Promm-iss!"

His youthful exuberance delighted her. Seeing him in floaties and the innocent, happy, dopey smile on his face made her doubt that the sordid rumors could possibly be true.

"Shall I join you?"

"Yeah!" Robbie was full of joy. He slowly strode toward the edge of the pool nearest Promise.

Promise closed the gap and knelt by the pool to greet him. She smiled warmly and, with great tenderness, helped Robbie remove his goggles. His head was big and round, with full cheeks. He definitely looked older than she imagined. The Youngs must be in good shape for having given birth to him so long ago.

She stood and grabbed the zipper of her hoodie. She held her long, blond hair with one hand as it danced in the wind so she could finish unzipping all the way. A red, life guard-type one-piece racing suit was beneath.

Robbie stared at his sitter in wonderment. Suddenly still, he had an intensity to his eyes that scanned her body, spending gratuitous time on her chest and then stopping at the crotch area of her white denim shorts.

Noticing Robbie's gaze, she checked herself to see if there was a tear. That would be embarrassing! Not seeing anything, she tossed the hoodie onto a nearby chaise-lounge. He's just a boy like any other, she thought to herself. He continued to be fixated on her crotch area, which reminded her to remove her shorts. Intrigued by his interest in her, she tested his attention by intentionally staying close to him instead of walking to the lounger.

He must really like my shorts, or how I look in them.

She smiled confidently. There were 3 more pairs in 3 different colors waiting in her shopping cart. Now she just needed to get paid.

Robbie clapped in excitement, showing no modesty, as his sitter unbuttoned her shorts. Time seemed to slow down as he meticulously took in every detail. He watched her delicate fingers as they unzipped and then tugged her shorts down. It took some effort to pull them off her hips. He whooped when they hit her ankles.

Heat rose in her cheeks, noting his extreme interest in her lower abdomen. She looked down at herself. The material of the racing suit was perhaps a bit too thin, but she'd worn this many times at dozens of practices and competitions. The fabric at the base of her suit was intact and covering everything important.

What is he so fixated on?

She studied herself and noticed that the suit was very tight, designed for racing. It hugged her body tightly,everywhere. She made a mental note to buy a new one-piece, not for racing, for the next time she comes over.

"Robbie, I'll be right back. I forgot my hair scrunchie." Promise picked up her shorts, then grabbed her hoodie off the lounger and nimbly stepped into the house. She fished around in her bag and swapped her clothes for a white hair scrunchie.

She rejoined Robbie, poolside. Tucking her chin, she pulled her flowing blonde hair into a tight ponytail, both hands maneuvering deftly.

Robbie went quiet again. One hand rubbed his nose, and the other was hidden below the water line. His mouth was open, his eyes fixated on her nether region.

I wonder if he has a rash.

She prepared to jump into the pool before things got awkward. "Here I come!" A big splash as her half-cannonball landed.

Wiping water from her eyes, she gave Robbie a warm, tight hug.

"Gahfend," Robbie stated, succinctly.

So it's true.

As she embraced him, he bumped into her, well, a part of him bumped into her. Alarmed, she broke the hug.

"Hug again," he blurted.

Robbie's dopey smile had a calming effect. She relaxed, smiled, and immediately hugged him. This time, he hugged back, holding her tightly. The floaties squeaked.

He has a boner!

His arousal was now unmistakable when his hips thrust into her underwater. The size of what she felt, poking into her belly, startled her.

"Okay Robbie, very nice to meet you too." Promise released her embrace, but Robbie continued. "Time to let go."

She attempted to lift herself and pull back from him, but he was too strong. She squirmed, causing his member to bump lower into her pelvis, and then lower again into her pubis. She felt him buck his hips forward. His tented wood connected perfectly with her clit, shocking her. Next, he raised and lowered his hips so that his bulge rubbed up and down on her. It was electric.

"Thank you, Robbie, you're a - a good hugger, but let's get to some swimming now, okay?"

He didn't relent and deftly kept rubbing his knob into her pubis, striking her clit directly with each movement. His hands lowered to her ass.

She forced a laugh to cover for an involuntary moan as his member kept striking home. "That's enough, Robbie. No more hugs." She spoke forcefully yet continued squirming in his tight hold, unintentionally making further uninvited contact with him. Her pulse thudded in her ears, involuntary arousal growing.

The sliding glass door opened.

"Oh, hi, Promise!" It was Pastor Young. Robbie immediately released her. She wasted no time and quickly swam to the edge of the pool toward the pastor.

"Hi, Pastor Youn - Rick." Her insides were all butterflies, but she pulled together a warm, confident smile for her employer. She sensed Rick's gaze drift downward, lingering beneath her chin. Glancing downward, the two points of her stiff nipples stretched the fabric of her swimsuit. She pressed her body to the wall, ending his entertainment.

"I like your swimsuit. Is it one that you competed in?" Rick's eyes looked away. He held a cocktail with a pineapple wedge on the rim and took a sip. "Would you like one? A drink, I mean, and non-alcoholic, that is - unless your parents let you have a sip now and then?"

"Uh, no, my parents definitely don't let me." Promise felt her body recovering from the recent stimulation, though her nipples stayed firm. "But, I'd love something cold."

"Robbie, take a break from swimming and dry off. You two can hit the pool again once I've left, but I'd like to show your new girl - erm, sitter around." Rick headed back into the house. Turning his head, "Oh, and the pizza should be here any minute." He disappeared inside, leaving the patio door open.

"Pee-tsa, pee-tsa, pee-tsa, yay!" Robbie squealed as he excitedly splashed water while wading over to the stairs.

Promise wondered at the sudden change in Robbie - from basically grinding on her one moment, like a gorilla in heat, to being a goofy, innocent soul the next. Lifting herself from the pool, it hit her--she didn't have a towel. She also didn't have her clothes.

She scanned her surroundings - no towels, no anything she could cover up with.

I don't want him to see my nipples.

Avoiding asking Robbie for one seemed the wise choice, so soon after what just happened. However, the reality was - she needed a towel. Also, she didn't want any awkwardness between her and him, or it was going to be a long, uncomfortable summer being around him. Better to shake it off as a one-time incident.