The Babysitter's Secret Part 2

"You mean me, don't you?"

"I mean you, Jenny Rove."

Jenny looked at me, then looked away for a minute, then looked down at her hands. It was clear she was in deep thought about the issue. After all, there's a big step between fantasizing about being with other females and suddenly finding yourself offered the chance to have sex with an older woman you've known for years and who perhaps she'd never really thought about in a sexual way before.

"I think I need to talk to Shawna first," she said.

"She's upstairs."

"You said she was gone!"

"I'm sorry, Jenny. I wasn't entirely truthful. She's waiting upstairs so that we can talk. If you don't want to do it, I'll take you home. If you want to do it, she's here and waiting."

"Ask her to come downstairs."

I rose from the couch and up the stairs. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom. Shawna opened the door, an excited and anxious look on her face. I told her what had happened and that Jenny wanted to speak to her. Shawna came downstairs with me. We walked into the living room, hand in hand, and the two women smiled nervously at one another. We sat down on the couch, one of us on either side of the girl.

"Hi Jenny," Shawna said.

"Hi," said Jenny, a bit embarassed.

"You don't need to feel uncomfortable around me, hon," Shawna said. "I'm still your friend. Nothing has changed between us."

"Except that you want to have sex with me," Jenny remarked.

"Only if that's what you want."

"I do," said Jenny quietly.

"So why don't we all go upstairs and see where it leads us," I suggested.

"I don't think so, Peter," said Shawna. "If Jenny and I are going to make love, it's going to be between the two of us."

"What about me?" I asked, whining slightly in spite of myself.

"This is a sacred moment for a young girl," Shawna explained. "Can't you tell she's nervous? I think you being there will only make it more confusing for her. If it's just the two of us, then it'll be different."