Unspoken Pleasure

John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel’s house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say.

Rachel saved him the trouble. “How was the opera Mr. Greene?”

John could feel her gaze on him. “Oh it was fine,” he lied. “Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did.”

“I bet,” Rachel replied. “I’m sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert.”

“How… really… you like the Foo Fighters?” he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands.

“Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You’re really funny.”

“I try,” John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop.

“I was looking through your CDs on the stereo,” Rachel finished, laughing. “You always get nervous around me.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don’t talk about openly.

“Don’t say that. I… I don’t,” John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here?

“I’m just kidding with you. You’re turning all red by the way,” she replied.

John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel’s house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road.

A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John’s car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop.

John’s heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel’s arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs.

“Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring into her big blue eyes.

“Yes,” Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away.

John’s eyes drifted down to Rachel’s heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing.

“We’re okay,” John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes.

He squeezed her hand a little too hard. “We’re okay,” he said again.

Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his.

John pulled his hands away as if they were burned.

“Let’s see if I can get us out of here.” He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel’s eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more.

John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap.

“Please, slow down,” Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time.

His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver’s side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn’t move or say anything.

“Thank you,” she said simply, smiling at him and then turned and ran into her house.

It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John’s house was cold and dark when he got home.

“Just like my fucking life and marriage,” John muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed.

The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation.

John felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal baby sitter. For God’s sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls.

As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn’t a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn’t about to give up.

He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

“It’s about time you got home.” She glared at him.

“I… are you going somewhere?” He handed her the roses.

“How nice, but they’ll be dead before I get home. You’ve got a black thumb,” she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer.

“What do you mean? Where are you going? You know I have to work tomorrow?”

“Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars. I’m going to my sister’s for a few days.”

“Why?”

“She just had surgery this morning.”

“I knew that,” John lied. He had forgotten all about it. “Is she okay? I didn’t think you were going down there though.”