Blind Lust: Further Adventures of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 2

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of fiction, fantasy, and imagination, and a love story dedicated to my visually impaired friends.

It has been quite a day - and quite a night. My 11-year-old Swedish cherub Agnetha is knocking about in the kitchen. She knows where everything is located by touch, and makes breakfast while I lie here and think back...

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Starting with our shopping, we were very productive, walking out of the Union Square department store with a new wardrobe and a bunch of new looks for Aggy; new shoes, new panties and bras, and new mix-and-match outfits. The new clothes included what she was wearing, a pair of smoking hot tight black jeans that framed her delicious butt, topped by a torso-hugging silver halter top that made her slim figure look even sleeker, with her new black open-toed flat pumps on her feet. The ignominious yellow sun dress was never to touch her again. Also, her plain blind-man-style black rimmed sunglasses that she wore in public were replaced by a pair with bright blue aviator frames especially flattering for the shape of her face. This innocent little girl now looked more like 17 than 11.

Since I was guiding her by her arm as we walked, she kept her cane folded up inside a new patent leather designer-label shoulder bag slung over her shoulder. She could not see the young boys' heads turn as we walked down Kearny Street, but I did. She may have been 11, but with her new outfit she was making a lot of people horny, including me. I could tell from her excitement that this was such an adventure for her she wouldn't have noticed even if she could see. Patience, Susan, patience.

We caught a cab and swing by Sea Cliff to drop off our purchases at the Knutson mansion before making our next stop back on Nob Hill, where I had made an appointment with another acquaintance of mine shortly before we left the house.

Felipe was a hairdresser from Brazil, and his trendy Nob Hill salon Casa d' Estilo Rio was chock full of society women of all ages, from bleached blonde twenty-somethings to blue haired octogenarians. Although they were waiting for their appointments made weeks in advance, I had once done Felipe a huge favor. As a result a salon full of jealous women were forced to wait and watch as he fussed over young Aggy like she was the only woman in the place. But they were all SF society women and knew exactly who her father was, so they kept their catty jealous comments to themselves.

I told him we needed a serious restyle, but one subtle enough that wouldn't scare her mother. He took a look at her, and said, "Oh Aggy, darling, that straight-back ponytail thing stopped working when you left grade school." I saw the surprised look on her face that turned into a smile as his compliment sunk in, and neither of us bothered to inform him that she was still IN grade school.

"Here's my idea, OK? What we can do with you is a little bit of layering, then do beautiful side ponytail with some swept bangs that brush over that fabulous forehead, but have some contrasting tendrils on the other side. We'll wash and let the hair dry with a diffuser and some light scrunching, then use some gel to give the individual strands some definition that will finish off the hot-and-naughty look. What do you think?"

Overwhelmed by all the attention and still in stunned disbelief, all Aggy could say was 'I think it'll be great!"

An hour and 15 minutes later, we walked out of the salon. Aggy looked amazing, a sophisticated four-foot tall hottie. In the cab, I leaned over and gently lowered my mouth on hers and kissed her again, not too long but not a sisterly peck, either. (The cab driver could care less – this being SF, he'd seen damn near everything happen in the back of his cab.) She seemed a little confused. While she did not reach for me, she did not turn away. After the kiss she said, "I still can't believe this is happening, I feel like a fairy princess."

I replied, "Well, even a princess has got to eat. We're going to my favorite supper club to get some food and show you off." The cab pulled up in front of a SOMA lesbian supper club called The Pink Orchid. We walked into the bar and I introduced Aggy to Samantha the bartender. Sam's a 6-foot tall red-headed lipstick lesbian, with a combination of tits and attitude that could shoot an airplane down. I already called ahead and she knew the situation with Aggy. She set up a beer for me and a cola for my micro-hottie.

"Call me Sam," she said. "Everybody does. Man, when Susan said she was bringing a friend in here, I didn't expect a stunner like you." Although the light was dim, I could see Aggy's fair skin start to color a bit as she blushed.

"Thanks," she blushed. "You make me think of Casablanca, Sam. It's one of my favorite movies. I know it sounds crazy, me being blind and all, but I love movies where the words paint pictures, and Casablanca is my favorite." Sam and I exchanged looks – I can tell this little blond doll was getting to her, too.

Somebody dropped money in the jukebox, and a slow song started to play. Sam came out from behind the bar. "You dance, Aggy?" she asked.

"Well, no, I mean, well, I never learned, like, no one ever asked me" she stammered, uncertain what to say. Emboldened, Sam took her hand and pulled her onto the bar's dance floor.

"Well, hell, come on, Aggy. No time like the present to learn, and I'm asking you." Sam led the small girl onto the floor and gently guided her around, whispering in her ear from time to time, both of them laughing. I watched as Sam's hands slowly rubbed up and down the young girl's back, each time getting lower until her hands finally rested on her jean-clad tush as they moved around the dance floor. The song ended, and another slow one began. Sam leaned down and gave her a quick but intense kiss on the lips, then led her back to me. "Thanks for the pleasure of your company, Aggy. Let's do it again sometime. Now, Susan, whattaya say? Want to give her a go, see what she's learned?"

Taking the little treasure in my arms, I guided her around the floor like Sam did. She followed smoothly and easily, like she was a born dancer. Her body was warm, her scent delightful, and in the bar lights she looked even prettier. "Sam's really nice," she said. "She told me that if anyone is ever mean to me or tells me I'm not pretty, to call her and she'll come and fucking straighten them out." She giggled.

"That's not as unrealistic as it sounds," I told her. "I've seen Sam kick more than one guy's ass who made the mistake of crossing her. You may not realize it yet, but I can tell you from experience that there's no better friend on your side than Sam. And if you ever are in a position where you can help her, she'll never forget it."

The song ended, and Aggy sighed. "Susan, you're being so good to me. I hope it's not just because of Laurie..." She couldn't finish, and looked down.

I addressed her in mock formality, "Let me tell you something, Miss Agnetha Knutson. Your stepmother may have called me, but after getting to know you, I would do this for free." (Oddly enough, I meant every word. I wondered to myself if I'd gone soft for good.) Her face brightened, and she threw her little arms around my neck.

She stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear, "Susan, I think I love you," and I responded by gently kissing her on the lips, this time for a long time. Once again, she did not pull away, but instead wrapped her arms tighter around my neck, as if afraid of letting go.

"Come on, Aggy," I said softly after the kiss, "I want to have dinner with my sweet girl." I took her arm and we walked into the dining room. As we left the bar Sam looked at me, winked, and gave me the thumbs-up sign.

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In the restaurant we both ordered the same thing - a comfort food meal of meatloaf and mashed potatoes with a side of sweet corn. Afterwards, my hungry little Aphrodite had two desserts – apple pie and chocolate mousse - before insisting on going back into the bar and dancing some more.

By that time there were a lot more people there, and little Aggy was the belle of the ball. She must have slow-danced with at least 10 different women (under Sam's watchful eye, of course) before we got out of there, each one telling her how gorgeous she looked, and her smiling as they whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Somewhere towards the end of the evening, someone accidentally switched her plain cola for a rum and cola, (OK, it was me, and it was NOT by accident) and she was a little tipsy by the time we got back to the mansion. We returned from our evening of dinner and dancing at 11:37pm. The phone began ringing the minute we got in the door.

It was stepmom Laurie on the phone, calling from Dublin where it was just after 7:30am. "I hope I'm not calling too late," she said. "I just wanted to check in before we had breakfast. Is Aggy still up?"

"Yes, do you want to speak with her? She's still up, but it's late and she might be a little groggy." (More like a little drunk, but I wasn't exactly going for accuracy here.) Aggy stumbled up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. Her little hands gently squeezed my boobs, and she teasingly thrust her little crotch against my butt. I definitely felt a lustful warmth spread up inside me. I gently pried one of her horny hands loose, gave her the phone, and crossed my fingers. "Aggy, it's your mother Laurie," I told her loudly, knowing Laurie was listening.

Aggy smiled and took the phone. "MOMMA!" she said enthusiastically (and somewhat drunkenly), "I'm soooo glad you called! I couldn't wait to tell you Susan is just the best. She took me clothes shopping and out to dinner and I met a bunch of her friends and they were ever-so-nice and I got a new haircut that I just KNOW you'll love and Momma I feel so PRETTY! I'm so happy, Momma. Thank you so much for getting Susan to stay with me! I can't wait for you to and Daddy to get home, I miss you so! I love you, Momma!" She paused for a minute and listened to Laurie's response, then went on. "Ok, she's right here. Tell Daddy I love him – and you too! Bye, Momma!" She handed the phone to me.

"Hello, Laurie?" I answered. I had no idea how she would be reacting, given Aggy's inebriated soliloquy. I held my breath, waiting for an explosion.

Laurie, all business now, was direct and to the point: "Susan, exactly what have you done to my daughter?"

Verbally back-pedaling, I responded with my own soliloquy, "Well, Laurie, you suggested I take her shopping, so I did. She wanted to dress a little older, and she IS a pre-teen, so I thought it would be appropriate, I hope that's OK. She was enjoying herself so much, since my friend owns a hair salon I thought it would be fun to get her a new hairdo, but don't worry, you can deduct the money we spent on it from my fee. And then we went out to this little supper club that I always go to, and, well, you know Aggy, all my friends there just fell in love and made a big fuss over her, of course. I hope you're not upset."

There was silence on the end of the line for a few endless seconds, but I thought I heard soft sobs. Then Laurie spoke, her voice choked with emotion.

"Forget the damn money, Susan. Five years," she began, "I have been trying so hard to get that little girl to accept me, but it was like she was hanging on to the memory of her mother. Five long years - she's always been a good girl, always been respectful, but always cool and formal to me. She's given me Mother's Day cards and Christmas presents and birthday cards, but they always seemed like obligations, like I was OK but never quite good enough."

Her voice rose in volume. "Five goddamn fucking YEARS, Susan. Then she spends one DAY with you and for the first time since I've known her she just told me she loved me. She -" Her voice choked up, and then I clearly heard sobbing. I was shocked, speechless, but had no choice but to wait for my apparently erstwhile employer to finish; it looked like I'd be getting fired any second. Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted.

Laurie finally recovered and found her voice. "I'm sorry, Susan, I'm just kind of overwhelmed. She just called me Momma. I do love her so, and for five years I wanted her to call me her mom so badly..." Her voice choked up once again, but she quickly recovered. "I can't thank you enough. You're a miracle worker. I don't know how to really show you my appreciation, but by the time we get home I'll think of something. Thank you! Thank you! I can't talk any more; I have to go now..." She hung up, but not before I heard her shriek with joy to her husband, "BJORN! AGGY JUST CALLED ME MOMMA!"

I hung up the phone, and breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the scare had passed, the adrenaline shifted my hormones back in gear. After spending the afternoon and evening toying with my luscious prey, I wanted to finally strike, especially after seeing her dancing with all those horny lesbians. (If it weren't for Sam watching over her, she'd certainly have been someone else's prey by now!)

Looking around, I didn't see Aggy anywhere. I checked her room, her parent's room, the bathrooms - all seven of them - and she was nowhere to be found. Finally, I went into my assigned guest room, and saw the new clothes she was wearing folded neatly on my chair. And there in my bed I saw a little 70-pound lump hiding under the covers. My mouth (and other parts of me) began to water.

I didn't turn the light on; she didn't need it, and the curtains were pulled back the moonlight was was more than adequate. I undressed as quietly as I could, and slipped in naked under the covers beside her, not touching her yet. The covers lifted up just a bit, just enough so I could catch her warm sweet scent as it wafted up, a combination of cinnamon shampoo and young pussy. I heard her voice whisper, "Susan? Could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, sweetheart, anything at all." I replied. My heart was beating hard, and felt like it would derail and leave my chest any minute. As horny as I was at this moment, I would deny this little butterfly nothing.

"We've been together all day, but I've not really been able to look at you. Can I?" A fond memory came to me of how Stephanie, my blind best friend in high school used to look at people – using her fingers on their faces, reading them like a Braille book.

"Sure, baby. Go right ahead." From under the covers a little arm came out – the hand reached for and found my nose. Then slowly, carefully, she felt my face from my forehead down to my nose. It was the single most erotic touch I've ever felt. My pussy was becoming really wet now. As her fingers passed my lips, I kissed them. The hand gave me a gentle corrective slap on the cheek, the contact about as hard as a butterfly landing.

"Susan, stop that," she scolded. "You're breaking my concentration." Her hand went back to work, and touched my cheeks and ears, then my chin. "You're very lovely," she said. "Now I want to see more of you. Sit up, please." I sat up, and she came out from the covers and did the same. She was completely naked, her long nipples erect from the coolness of the evening air. She placed both her hands on my shoulders, and began to caress my collarbone. Her hands met at the sternum between my breasts.

Using the back of her fingers, she parted them, trailing her fingertips down the middle of my abdomen. Then her hands separated, each one capturing a nipple and pulled it gently. I groaned in pleasure, not sure how much more of this exquisite torture I could take. She pulled the sheet completely off of me; I caught the odor of my own female parts, slick with moisture by this point. Her nose crinkled – with her sensitive sense of smell, my excitement was no longer a secret.

"Hmmm, what's this?" she said playfully, and her fingertips reached down and began to dance up and down my labia, then slipped easily into my hungry wet vagina. My resolve broke, and I cried out in passion. No longer able to control myself, I pushed her back down on the bed and crawled on top of her. "You – little – temptress" I managed to gasp as I kissed my way up her torso to her mouth.

We kissed gently at first, then I let my tongue explore, and in response hers came out to dance a passionate ballet. I began to rub my pussy against her thigh, then slipped down and took one of her marvelous nipples in my mouth. I was patient enough all day and was unable to contain my lust any longer.

I sucked greedily on one, then the other, and my hands slipped down to tease her slit as well. Like mine, it was ready and waiting – she spread her legs wide and my fingers entered her unimpeded. I began to move them in and out in a slow finger fuck, my digits seeking out her G-spot, my thumb finding her clit. I slipped my little finger down below her perineum and breached her anus with the tip. There was nothing I wanted more at this moment than to own this little blonde harlot completely, to make her my slut and cry out in passion at my manipulation.

"Susan" she gasped, "Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Yes! I – LOVE – YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She went rigid for a second, then forcefully pushed her mound down against my hand as wave after wave of orgasm passed through her little frame.

After she recovered and we laid there together quietly, arms and legs intertwined, I asked her about her hymen. "It's what happens when you spend 5 years with your legs wrapped around a cello," she said laughing. "And you know something else, Susan? If you press it up against your pussy and play a bunch of low notes, it really feels good." She smiled, and her index finger lovingly traced the contour of my face. "But not as good as YOU!"

And suddenly, she was up and in control, pushed me onto my back, sucked at my nipples, her little lips covered my belly with kisses. Then she moved down and I felt her tongue lapping at my upper thighs. I looked down, and in the moonlight I saw that beautiful blond head bobbing up and down as her tongue mapped out the path to paradise on my hungry vagina. A massive orgasm suddenly took me as the image of her burned into my retinas forever. Something in my emotional reserve broke - they way I felt at that moment, I didn't think I'd ever be the same again.

We brought each other off one more time, this time together as we made an X of our legs and rubbed our mounds together to make the flames of a primeval feminine fire. After the last orgasm, she curled up like the little girl she really was and slept the sleep of the dead. The clock radio read '1:47am'. It had indeed been a very big day for both of us. Unable to sleep, I lay thinking all night about the people and events of the previous day, about her and the memories of my friend Stephanie and kept stroking her hair as she slept. I finally fell asleep when the clock radio read '3:37am'.

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And now it is morning. Still fatigued from my workout with the lovely Miss Knutson, I close my eyes for a second. A few minutes later I feel soft chaste kisses on my face, my lips, my shoulders, then my hand is lifted and my fingers are kissed. I smell cooked eggs and toast. My eyes open, and I see my angel standing before me in a little girl's terry-cloth robe with a smiling mischievous monkey on it. (While I was initially inclined to dressing her like she was older, the little girl robe in this case somehow suits the situation perfectly.) On the nightstand is a tray – it's got buttered toast, a cheese omelet and a glass of orange juice on it.

"Good morning, Susan," she says. "I made you breakfast!" She really is capable of taking care of herself, this one. And my breakfast is delicious, of course.

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Somehow the rest of the weekend flew by. I read to Aggy for hours from her favorite books. She spent a little time practicing her cello, a little time trying on her new outfits, and a lot of time taking me to bed at every opportunity, using her remaining senses to explore every method of pleasuring a woman.

We rented a few old movies; Aggy even called Sam up and invited her over to join us for a viewing of 'Casablanca', and afterwards the three of us went back to The Pink Orchid for more late-night slow dancing.

When Aggy's parents got home, she flew into her step-mom's arms, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek, and then reached out for her father. Laurie was amazed at how lovely and grown-up she looked, and swore then and there she would never dress Aggy like a child again. As the father and daughter hugged, Laurie took me into the library to talk.

"Mrs. Wesley - Susan," she said formally, "Bjorn and I have talked it over. Given how Aggy seems to have come out of her shell so well under your care, we'd like to invite you to join us as a live-in assistant for her. You can live here on-site so you don't have to pay rent, and have your choice of two days off every week, plus two weeks paid vacation, of course." She then names a salary number equivalent to what I usually make in two years. Yikes!

So I am now at a crossroads – do I give up my independence and my risky evil predatory ways (which lately I seem to be losing my touch at anyway) and devote myself to the much less risky pastime of caring for this little blond pixie? Maybe even tucking her in and kissing her goodnight (and occasionally sleeping with her) each night? And who knows what could happen if she maybe has some of her friends for a slumber party? Hmmmmmmmm.

I look up, and Laurie looks back at me. "Oh, one more thing, Susan" she adds "I have to apologize for my emotional response on the phone. I've not been myself the last few weeks, because of my hormones. In fact, it would be very good if you were here because in about 7 months I'll need some assistance myself." She pats her stomach, which clearly shows a slight bump now that it is not buried under trendy clothes. "We haven't told her yet, but Aggy will have herself a new baby sister." I picture Laurie running around the house, her beautiful belly bulging, her breasts swollen. I imagine the possibilities, like maybe Aggy and I rubbing coconut oil on her naked body together to fight those stretch marks. Yum!

My mind - and my heart - is suddenly made up – I am officially a changed woman. "Well OK! When can I start?" I ask. Laurie surprises me by impulsively moving forward and hugging me, then plants a warm kiss directly on my lips that speaks of many more good times to come.

"I'm so glad!" she says. And suddenly, I am too! We walk out of the library to give our great news to Aggy.