She waved at me whenever she happened to catch me looking in at her, or smiled at the very least, but there was no overt flirtation. I began to wonder if my mind was remembering things correctly. Was I confusing my previous masturbation fantasies with reality?
When I went in the house to do the inside of the windows it was only a minute or two before I got my first clue. I was up on the stepladder doing the living room window and she came up to offer me a soda to drink. As she handed it to me I was looking down at her. She had undone the top button of her blouse, allowing me to look straight down the front of it. I could see the mass of her white breasts contained in a flimsy, lacy bra. I was certain that the top button had not been undone earlier and I was also certain, as a fifteen year old would NOT have been, that she was well aware of the view she was giving me. She was showing herself to me. But for what purpose?
"Thank you. " I smiled, taking the soda and swigging out of it. I then handed it back to her. "Could you set it over there for me?" I asked, pointing at a coffee table next to the ladder.
"Sure," She replied, taking it from my hand. When she bent over to set it down gravity pulled her breasts away from her body, as well as pulling the blouse away from her tits. This allowed me a fine view indeed. She caught me looking as she stood back up and I turned my head away, as a teenager would do. There was no sense tipping my hand, was there?
As I moved from window to window I grew more and more certain that she was deliberately showing herself to me. Why was she doing this? I wondered. Was she just teasing a teenager? Or did she desire something more? I didn't know. Though my memories of her little shows were correct I also remembered that she had never made any attempt to actually seduce me. What should I do next? How could I find out safely?
As I cleaned I also chatted and talked to her two kids, remembering my promise to Tracy. Jennifer was four and Ryan was six. I truly do love children and they were cute ones. I applied all of the skills I'd picked up in my thirty-two years charming them. The responded to me well, obviously impressing Anita with my rapport.
"Your kids are really cute. " I told her at one point, and she beamed at me.
But the kids also prevented me from seeing how far she was willing to go with her little game. She was an attentive and responsible mother. I knew instinctively that she would do nothing while they were awake. That thought led to a plan.
"What time do you and Jenny have to go to bed?" I asked Ryan playfully.
He pouted. "Eight o'clock on school nights. " He said. "And we're not even tired then!"
"That's a bummer. " I told him, marking the time in my head. "Your mommy's a real meanie, isn't she?"
"Yeah!" They agreed together, giggling and making their mommy giggle too.
While I cleaned her bedroom windows she was folding her laundry on the bed and chatting with me about this and that. She asked about school and I had to search my mind for answers since I'd only spent two days in the place. As far as I know I said nothing inappropriate. When I finished the window I stepped down from the ladder and spied the doorway that led to the master bathroom. That would be HER bathroom.
"Do you mind if I use your restroom?" I said, nodding towards the door.
"Sure. " She said, waving me in that direction.
I went inside and closed the door. After emptying my bladder into her toilet I buttoned up my pants prior to flushing. When my pants were secure I pushed the handle and used the noise of the toilet to cover the sound of me opening up her medicine cabinet. I took a look inside, quickly flitting my eyes over the shelves full of Tylenol, old antibiotics, old codeine, and various over the counter remedies. I spotted what I was looking for on the bottom shelf. A square plastic case with little white pills and occasional rows of pink ones, which were sugar pills I knew, imbedded in it. Each of the pills was in a spot marked with the day of the week. I picked it up for a second, seeing both that she was current and that she was not due for her period for more than a week. I smiled. I would have had to come up with another plan if she had not been on some sort of birth control. And being able to predict her period was a bonus I hadn't counted on.
When I emerged from the bathroom she was putting her clothes in the dresser.
"Anita?" I asked her as I folded up the ladder.
"Yes. " She asked, turning towards me.
"You have Tracy coming over to baby-sit on Saturday, don't you?"
She creased her brow a little. "Yes," She nodded. "Your mother said she would. "
"Well," I said, carefully, "The fact is that Tracy had plans for that night and my mom kinda ruined them by volunteering her to baby-sit. "
Anita's face immediately turned to distress. "Oh my goodness. " She said. "I had no idea that Tracy had plans. If I'd of known that I never would have asked your mother. " She shook her head. "Your mother told me that she'd be happy to baby-sit. "
"Yeah," I agreed, "Mom's like that sometimes. "
"Well I'll just cancel my plans. " She announced. "I don't want to make Tracy miss her party. Especially after all she's done for me in the past. And you kids never accept any money for what you do. "
"Well, you don't have to cancel your plans. " I told her. "I talked to Tracy about it and I don't have anything to do on Saturday. I thought maybe I could take her place. That way both of you could go to your parties. "
"You?" She said doubtfully.
"Why not?" I said. "I like your kids a lot, and they like me. I can take care of them all right. We'll have fun. "
It took a few more minutes but finally I convinced her. Shortly after that I went home. But I wouldn't be home for long.
When I walked in the door Mom and Dad were both home. Mom was cooking up something in the kitchen. It smelled like steak. Dad was watching the news on television. I gave him a quick hello and headed directly for mom. She would be the authority on the subject I was about to discuss.
It took ten minutes and a phone call to Anita but I secured her permission to baby-sit Anita's kids in Tracy's place. She was doubtful about the plan and I knew she would probably call every ten minutes while I was over there, but I was able to wear her down.
With a smile on my face, I headed upstairs. I paused at Tracy's room and gave a knock on the door. From behind it came the sound of Rick Springfield again. The music turned down and the door creaked open. She looked at me.
"Looks like you're gonna be partying on Saturday. " I told her.
"You convinced them?" She asked in disbelief.
"Putty in my hands. " I assured her.
"Oh thank you!" She squealed, pulling me to her and giving me a big hug. She drew back and looked at me. "You know Billy," She said. "Sometimes you're not such a little asshole after all. "
"I'll take that as a compliment Trace. " I told her, walking away.
I entered my room as happy as I'd been in a while.
After dinner I went upstairs and took a shower, cleansing my body and making sure to brush my teeth and use plenty of mouthwash. I put on the tightest pair of pants that I could find, a pair that hugged my lower body like a second skin. I put on a clean sweater and combed my hair. I checked my watch. 6:40. Almost an hour and a half to go. I pulled out my books and began studying.
At 8:30 I had completed all of my homework and stowed it neatly away in my backpack. I went to Tracy's room and knocked on the door. She opened it.
"Can I use your phone a minute Trace?" I asked.
"Sure. " She said, waving me inside.
She had been doing her homework I saw. Her Biology book and a spread of papers were scattered on her desk. She was dressed in her jeans and sweatshirt still. Her Rick Springfield album was still playing on the stereo.