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Ifunnaya, The Babysitter (18+)

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Ifunnaya, The Babysitter (18+)

She gave a light tap on the door, knowing that there was a baby in the house probably trying to sleep. The tapping was loud enough to alert the child’s mother who sat in her living room. 

The house had been silent so the sound startled the young mother who, up to now, had been playing through the infinite possibilities of the night ahead in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more nervous and edgy she made herself.

At least her 3-year-old son, Ayo, had drifted off to sleep without too much bother. It felt like the young boy somehow knew his mother was going out on a real date for the first time since separating from his father and wanted to do what he could to help. The separation had been hard on Kemi. 

It had happened just 3 months into the pregnancy. She suspected that the sight of her ever-growing ‘baby bump’ scared Osaze (her boyfriend of 2 years and Ayo’s father) away.

What made it worse was how connected she had felt to him, at 25 years of age she lost her virginity to this man who, she thought, would be around forever, no matter what. However the ‘no matter what’ part didn’t seem to include a positive pregnancy test. 

He had left his seed in Kemi and ran. It was then up to Kemi to raise their child alone and for the first time in her life, she felt really alone. Of course, that wasn’t the case, her mother and father had been there for her when it mattered most and the last couple of years of motherhood had given her some of the best moments in her life.

Tonight Kemi was set to meet Ubong, a man she had met on Facebook through a friend of a friend. After weeks of online chatting, she had learned a lot about the man. They shared similar tastes in music and movies and he hadn’t been put off by the fact that Kemi had a son. The first time they arranged to speak on the phone had been nerve-racking but tonight, as she awaited the arrival of the babysitter, she was in a whole new stratosphere of panic.

Ifunanya was the daughter of a good friend of Kemi’s. She only lived 5 houses along the street from her and, according to her friend, Ifunanya was happy to sit on the chair watching DVDs while Kemi went out with her new man. 

Especially with a 5,000 Naira reward!

Ifunanya waited at the door for Kemi to let her in. She had to be persuaded by her mother to come here tonight.

“Do it as a favour for me,” she had said. “Kemi’s been through so much and she’s finally found the nerve to date again. All you have to do is sit on the chair and watch the telly for a couple of hours!”

Later that day Ifunanya heard her mother on the phone declaring how happy her daughter would be to babysit! It wasn’t the money that had convinced her to accept the job; it was her mother’s plea, who can refuse a favour to dear old mummy anyway?

As it was only a short walk to Kemi’s house Ifunanya hadn’t felt the need to dress up or anything, no point in tarting herself up for a night on the chair. With that in mind, Ifunanya wore a low-cut white tank top and a thigh-length black and white striped denim skirt with a wide white belt that had a round buckle at the front. A simple pair of sandals finished off the outfit. 

She had pulled her dark shoulder-length hair back into a ponytail. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall and smiled at what she saw. 

At 5 feet and 5 inches, Ifunanya could be described as petite. Small in height and in build made her look younger than her 23 years. If she felt like wearing her old school uniform she would easily pass as a year 11 student.

Looking young was great but sometimes she wished she looked more like a woman than a girl. She had small breasts that sat perfect and proud on her slim chest. Her flat stomach was lucky considering her lack of exercise and her junk food addiction. 

Her legs were also slim, not ultra-skinny by any means; they looked nicely toned right the way up to her thighs and butt. It was a beautiful figure that could be the envy of any young woman.

She wasn’t dressed for a special occasion, but, like most girls her age, she still wanted to look nice (sexy if possible.) Even if it was only for a quick walk followed by a night of nothing, and when the door opened and Ifunanya saw Kemi for the first time she was extremely glad she had made at least a little effort to look good.

Kemi was beautiful; no other word Ifunanya could think of did this woman justice. She looked around 5 feet 9  inches tall with long hair that hung right down to the middle of her back. Kemi was clearly dressed to impress and Ifunanya envied the man who would be her date.

She was wearing a gorgeous black dress that managed to be revealing without looking slutty. It had a low-cut V-shaped top with the point of the V ending just below and between her ample breasts, low enough to reveal there was no bra under the thin clothing. Ifunanya imagined that it would be very easy to accidentally expose a nipple in a dress like this. The dress hugged her slim body down to just above her hips. Here, the skirt part of the dress flared out and hung loosely around her thighs.

“Ifunanya? Are you ok?” Kemi’s voice seemed far away.

“Yes, sorry, my mind ran away with me for a second. Yes I’m Ifunanya, my mum said you needed me tonight,” Ifunanya replied trying to look Kemi in the face rather than her breasts.

“That’s fine sweetie,” Kemi said with a laugh. 

“Come on inside, I really appreciate you coming tonight, my mother was going to babysit for me but she hasn’t been well this past week.”

When Kemi turned around Ifunanya saw that the dress was backless with a single strap running around her neck and fastening with an ornate looking clasp over the nape of her neck.

Ifunanya followed Kemi through the door and nudged in closed with her bum. As Kemi walked towards the living room Ifunanya’s eyes dropped down from her bare back to the short hemline of the dress, settling on the tops of the young mother’s thighs. 

It was only a small amount of material that bridged the gap from her bare lower back to the hemline but right now Ifunanya would’ve killed for a peek through the skirt.

She had known in her heart about her feelings towards her own gender for years since she was no more than 13 years old and sat with her legs apart busily bringing herself to her first real orgasm while watching the hot female presenter of Nickelodeon. 

But outside of those special circumstances, her feelings were well hidden. As she grew up she would stare at boys her age as well as men on the TV. She would watch wrestling with her dad and look at hulking biceps and arses as well as the bulges between the legs of the guys in Lycra trying to feel something. But it was no use. 

She had even had boyfriends, she had spent time behind the science laboratory up against the wall with a guy darting his tongue in her mouth while sliding his hand up and under her school skirt to caress her buttocks, but she felt numb to the feelings of pleasure the schoolboy was desperately trying to give her.

Nobody knew of course. Ifunanya could not imagine a more humiliating situation than actually telling people she was a…one of those kinds of people. The word lesbian made her cringe just thinking about it, let alone saying it to people! But what else could she be? Not bi-sexual because men were not of any interest to her, so it had to be that she was…the L word. 

Ifunanya had never met a woman who really made her want to dive on her, even at school where so many small skirts were around, her one enduring fantasy was of the Nickelodeon vixen. That had changed when Kemi opened the door.

Before Ifunanya could get too carried away with fantasies of dropping to her knees and sucking this woman’s clitoris until she screamed, Kemi turned to face her.

“Ayo’s fast asleep,” she said. “And I doubt anything will wake him up but still, try not to go overboard with noise. There’s a load of DVDs in the drawer beneath the TV in case you get bored. Feel free to take anything you want out of the kitchen, there’s loads of food and stuff.”

Ifunanya nodded and said, “No problem, I’ll be fine. When will you be leaving? Is your date picking you up?”

“Yes, he should be here in about 10 minutes or so, can I get you anything? A hot drink?” Kemi replied.

“No, I’m fine, are you ok?” Laura asked, she had noticed Kemi was trembling and that she was quite pale.

“Yeah I’m alright, I’m just nervous, very nervous actually,” Kemi surprised herself by admitting how she was feeling so readily. She was slightly embarrassed, after all, she was 29 years old, but tonight she felt like a young girl going out on her very first date.

“I’m sure it’ll be ok,” Laura said soothingly. “Everyone gets nervous on a first date. My mum told me you were going to meet someone tonight.”

Kemi said, “That’s sweet of you to say, honey, do you think I look ok?” She was seeking reassurance; it had been a long time since she had dressed up like this for a man. During her conversations with Ubong, her date for the evening, he had mentioned how he was a ‘leg man’ and that he loved to see women wearing ‘more feminine’ clothing rather than trouser suits and the like. 

During one of their more explicit conversations, he had said the thought of a woman in a short skirt with no underwear was a huge turn on, however that was further than Kemi wanted to go. She wanted to look attractive for him but she didn’t intend to screw him tonight. 

This was their first face to face encounter and she wanted to get to know him properly, not to end up behind the bar with her dress bunched up around her waist being fucked like a whore.

“Are you kidding?” Ifunanya replied, taking full opportunity of the chance to look Kemi up and down, “You’re beautiful, very sexy.” She immediately regretted saying that last part, afraid it would show her up as that kind of girl.

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