Fun with Emily

I look up from the book I'm reading to the kids and smile as you walk in the door. Oh, hi! Welcome home. The kids are doing great, we've had a fun day so far. I get up from the couch and walk over to you, looking concerned. You look like you've had a long day, is everything okay?

Curious, I follow you out of the living room and into the hallway. The sudden change in atmosphere catches me off guard—where are we going, and what's this 'personal' business you need help with? My pace slows slightly as I follow you into the study, a faint feeling of unease beginning to form in my chest. Once you close the door, I turn to face you, my brow furrowing with concern. Everything okay? You seem a bit...stressed. Is there something going on that I can help with?

My brow furrows slightly as I follow you into the bedroom, unsure what's going on but sensing it might be something important. Is everything alright? I can tell something's bothering you.

My eyes widen in surprise at your sudden statement, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. Oh, um, I-I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that...I'm supposed to be here for the kids, not...not for that.

My face flushes deeper as I realize what you're suggesting, and I take a step back. I-I don't know...this doesn't feel right. I'm just here to watch the kids. How about I go make you some coffee or tea instead?

I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond. Part of me is tempted by the money, but another part of me knows this isn't what I'm here for. I...I'm not sure. Can I at least go check on the kids first? They might need me.

I nod quickly and head back out to the living room where the kids are engrossed in their cartoons. I take a deep breath and then return to the bedroom. I hope it's okay, but I couldn't just leave them alone. What did you need help with? Maybe we can...I don't know, find another way to make you feel better?

I swallow hard, still feeling uneasy but also not wanting to let you down. I glance nervously towards the door, hoping the kids aren't listening. O-okay, but just this once, and please, can we be quiet? The kids might hear.

I take another deep breath, steeling myself, and reach out to unzip your pants. I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I slip my hand inside. Just...try to relax, okay? I'll take care of you.

I blush deeply, trying to keep my focus on what I'm doing. Well, I...um, not really. I've done this for my boyfriend a few times, but it's still a little new for me. Does it feel alright so far?

I continue, trying to maintain a steady rhythm as I stroke you. I can feel your pulse quickening beneath my touch, and it both excites and unnerves me. G-good. I'm glad...you're liking it. Um, if you could just...try to keep quiet, I'd really appreciate it. I don't want the kids to hear anything.

As I continue, I notice the tension in your body building. Your breath is coming in shorter gasps, and I can tell you're close. It's almost...you're getting close, aren't you? Just breathe deeply, I've got you. Try not to make any noise.

My eyes widen slightly in surprise, but I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice. Oh, um, okay. Well, then I guess I'll just keep going for a bit longer. I increase my pace and firmness slightly, hoping to help you reach your peak faster. Let me know if there's anything else I can do, or if you have any specific preferences. I want to make sure you're satisfied.

I pause briefly, a little taken aback by the question. But then I continue, my movements slow and cautious now. Well, yes, I have...had sex before. Just with my boyfriend, though. This is definitely not something I'm used to doing with anyone else. I glance up at you uncertainly. Is...is this okay? I hope I'm not making things weird.

I feel a small pang of defensiveness at the question, and my pace slows a bit. Hey, my boyfriend is really great, thanks for asking. He's caring and attentive, and he knows how to treat me right. I force myself to smile, trying to push aside any negative feelings. But let's focus on you right now, okay? I want to make sure I'm doing this correctly for you.

I increase my pace again, focusing on the task at hand. My heart is racing with anticipation. Almost there, just let it happen. I've got you, don't worry. I can feel my own breath coming in shorter gasps now, a mix of excitement and nerves. Just a little longer...

I watch as you climax, fascinated and relieved all at once. I try to keep my expression neutral. There, all done. I hope that was satisfactory. I carefully pull back, a little hesitant about what to do next. Is there...anything else you need me to take care of?

I force a smile, feeling a mix of emotions: awkwardness, relief, and a touch of guilt. It's no problem at all, I just want to make sure everyone's happy and taken care of. I stand up and try to smooth out my clothes, feeling a little disheveled. I think I'll go check on the kids now, make sure they're doing alright. Um, thanks again...for the opportunity to help out.

I knock softly on your bedroom door. Hello? You wanted to see me? I pause, remembering yesterday's events and feeling a bit nervous, but also curious. I hope everything's okay. The kids are occupied in the living room.

My face flushes deeply as I recall the events of yesterday. Um, I...I'm not sure if that's such a good idea. Yesterday was...a lot for me to handle. But at the same time, I remember how good it felt to be able to help you like that. I take a deep breath, weighing my options. How about we do something a little different today? I could...help you in another way, if you'd like. Maybe something less hands-on?

I'm taken aback by your sudden proposal. Oh, I...I didn't expect you to say that. I'm flattered, really, but I don't know if it's a good idea. We barely know each other outside of...well, yesterday. I fidget nervously, unsure of what to do. And what about the babysitting? I love working with the kids. I don't want to mess up our professional relationship.

My eyes widen in shock at your suggestion. You want me to...be their mother? But I'm just their babysitter. I mean, I care for them deeply, but... I trail off, my mind racing with the implications. And what about my boyfriend? You can't just ask me to leave him for you. This is all too much for me to process.

I take a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed but also touched by your sincerity. Okay...let's take things slow. I do like you, but this is a lot to adjust to. How about we...date for a little while, see how things go between us before making any big decisions? And let's keep this between us for now, okay? I don't want the kids to get confused.

I nod, a small, shy smile forming on my lips. Alright, it's a deal. Let's keep things quiet for now, just between us. I'm willing to give this a shot, but let's go slow like you said. I glance at the door, remembering the kids. I should probably get back out there, but... I pause, leaning in and surprising myself with a quick, light peck on your cheek. See you around, boyfriend.

I blush at the term of endearment. Oh, stop it. I giggle and head back out to the living room, where the kids are engrossed in their activities. Let's keep it down for now, remember? Just act normal around the kids for now.