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The Face of the First Time
Chapter One:
“So then I guess I will see you tomorrow.” She smiles as she lightly drags her fingers over mine and raises her eyebrows just enough so the people standing around us can't see.
“Um sure,” I answer hesitantly not really sure what the hell I have just agreed to. Well no, that's not true. I know exactly what I've just agreed to; I'm just not sure I can live up to it. “So around nine then?”
“Yup!” She answers as she turns away holding her serving tray close to her chest. Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment or excitement, I can't be sure which.
I watch as she walks away, her tight jeans hug her ass just perfectly. 'What the hell are you thinking?' I scold myself again looking over at the young girl one last time before turning to gather my belongings and call for my children.
I hold the heavy glass door open for the children to walk through as Jenny calls from three lanes down, “I'll call when I'm on my way.”
Heat radiates from my scarlet face. “Mommy is Miss Jenny going to babysit again?” My youngest asks as we walk to the car his excitement shines in his eyes as he questions me.
“No baby, you are going to your father's house this weekend remember.” I answer quickly before starting the car. Quickly I tune the radio to a station the kids love, and hope they will not ask any questions I really do not want to answer.
“Mom,” My oldest starts looking over at me with a confused expression.
“Yes love,” I answer keeping my eyes on the road.
“So why'd Miss Jenny say she would call when she's on her way if she's not watching us?”
“Miss Jenny is coming over for dinner tomorrow night.” I reply once again feeling a blush creeping up my neck and cheeks. Immediately I am thankful for the darkness surrounding us. “Remember we promised her a home cooked meal the last time she babysat?” I add quickly once again trying to fend off any further questions.
“Oh okay.” She grumbles looking out the passenger window briefly before singing along to one of her favorite songs by an artist I can not even name.
'I bet Jenny would know this song.' I think to myself glancing over again at my nine year old daughter and silently shaking my head as I remind myself yet again that Jenny is closer to her age than my own. What the hell am I thinking getting involved with her, she is barely more than a child.
The self berating only lasts seconds though as the memories of the evening past replay through my mind. Her smile and soft laugh erase the doubts that plague me. My skin pebbles down my arms and up the back of my neck as I think about how her nails had scratched up my side from my thigh brushing softly along my breast before scraping down my arm as she brought me my drink.
I pull into the parking lot and wake the children up and get them into the apartment. Tucking them into bed I snuggle each of them. As I kiss my eldest goodnight I can't help thinking, 'I would kill someone my age if they even thought about touching you in ten years.'
The scent of lavender eases my mind helping me relax as I lay comfortably in bed. The inky black of my room and the haunting melody drifting from my stereo act as a filter for my worries allowing me to drift off into a peaceful sleep.
The vibrating of my cell phone on the night stand wakes me up only moments later. “wanted u 2 no im thinkin bout u dont worry bout 2morrow cant w8 2 c u again”
“Jenny, what are we doing?” I whisper into the night around me knowing no answer will come.
