Balling the Babysitter

By Robert Lubrican

Held captive in a foreign boarding school since she was ten, Kathy was intended to be completely sheltered, until it was time for her parents' plans for her to come to fruition. All she had to do was be a good girl and meekly do what she was told to do. But when she turned eighteen, she didn't meekly do what she was told to do. Instead she set on into the world to find out what the gaps in her education were. Including the gaps in her sexual education.

Warning: This book contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and is for adults only. It is not appropriate for those under the age of eighteen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lubrican
• Release date: Sep 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465811004

Robert Lubrican

I grew up in the fifties and sixties, and that is reflected in my books quite often. I spent twenty years in law enforcement, and traveled the world, which also can be seen in my books and stories. While the genre I write in is technically called erotic romance, what I actually write are stories with a plot, which include sexual behavior on the part of the characters. That is because most people's lives include sex and erotic gratification. And, since most people wonder about lifestyles that are sometimes called taboo, or forbidden, I write about them, occasionally too. I believe that two consenting adults know more about their own happiness than anyone else, and that even if they are mistaken, they have the right to make their own choices. I also believe that love is the key to making choices that will not turn out to be mistakes.Many of my ideas involve coming of age, which usually takes place in the early to mid teens. Publishing standards, however, require that all characters in the published version of the book be over 18. That's not realistic, but it's just the way things are. If you purchase one of my books and would like to have the original version, unedited for age, send a copy of your receipt to [e-mail] and I'll happily provide you with a copy of the original at no additional cost. It is not illegal to write or possess such versions. It's just unpopular with certain special interest groups who desire to restrict your freedom.

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Balling The Babysitter

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican

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Prologue

To the casual observer, she was just like any other young woman in America. Standing just over five feet ten inches, she had a typical hourglass figure. Her posture was flawless, and her gaze direct. Her smile looked genuine. She was pretty in that way that makes men take a second look, even if it's just for fun.

Below her exterior, however, she was a very unusual young woman. She could speak four languages fluently, and had one of the best educations available on the planet.

Well, at least as far as academics went. She had attended the Kruger Institute, in Norway, since she was ten. She had flown home twice a year, for Christmas and her birthday. Otherwise her year-round classes had taken up all her time. She understood politics, finance, history and all the sciences. The Kruger Institute had provided her with an academic education that was second to none. But in things social, they did nothing, other than to teach manners and etiquette.

This was, unknown to her, by design. The parents who used the Kruger Institute were of like mind, members of an obscure group of individuals who believed that pure academics could create and develop exceptional intelligence and capability in a child. Such children could be raised to take the reins of politics and industry, molding the world into what these people thought it should be. Think Spock, and you have some idea of what these people thought their children should become.

As with any educational system, however, there is always some amount of unauthorized information available to the students. In her case, it was things she learned about from other girls, who went home more often, and were less severely restricted than she was. All she knew about boys, for instance, she learned from her peers. There was no mixing of any kind between males and females at the Kruger Institute. All her instructors were female, and only girls were in her classes. The Kruger institute severely restricted internet access, and even when it was allowed, there was constant surveillance by proctors. Even so, reading a research paper or other academic publication could reveal much about the world that her parents might not want her to know about.

And, as is usual with many young people, it was her informal education that brought about the most catastrophic changes in her life. One of her friends was applying to Stanford and, without consulting anyone, she did too. She had been impressed by publications that came from that university, and her friend was going there ... so why not? She had plenty of time to explore the world. She knew her social education had been lacking. But there was nothing she could do about it.

As evidence, she remembered the time, when she went home for her sixteenth birthday. She had approached her mother and said I'd like to discuss sex, please. Her mother's reaction had been so volatile she had actually felt fear. Within ten minutes, her father was taking her to the airport, sending her back to Norway, and to what she now knew was the prison she was sentenced to. Sex, of course, was not discussed at the institute.

Over the next year she gleaned snippets of information about the world from various sources. Her negotiations with Stanford went well, no doubt because students of the institute were highly sought after by all colleges and universities.

Graduation, by happenstance, occurred two days before her eighteenth birthday. Her parents threw her a party instead of coming to Norway. Important people were invited. Just prior to the party, their wishes were explained. Young men would be there. She was to be polite, but not encouraging, whatever that meant. Her parents had secured a seat at Harvard for her. They calmly informed her that, perhaps when she had earned her masters degree, they would select a man for her to marry. Everything would be taken care of. They would make all the decisions, just as they had for the first eighteen years of her life.

But she had other plans.

I applied to Stanford and was accepted there, she said.

Nonsense! thundered her father. I'll not have it! You'll do as I instruct you!

I'm eighteen now, she pointed out.

Not another word! shouted her father. Go to your room. Prepare for the party. You'll be called when it's time to make your appearance.

She went to her room. Then, for the first time in her life, she did something thrilling and exciting. She climbed out of her window. All she took was her purse, which contained several hundred dollars in cash and a credit card.

She flagged down a cab and had it take her to the bus station, where she bought a ticket to California. She had a full scholarship, including room and board waiting for her.

And the rest of her education, of course.

And we're not talking academics here.

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Chapter One - Surrogate Mommy

Kathy hummed as she put things in her book bag to take with her. She looked at the common, ordinary backpack and grinned. Just owning a book bag was part of her new and exciting life. She knew that thousands - probably millions - of other students owned book bags, but she never had until now. She felt a wave of uncertainty pass through her and she shuddered. Was she crazy for thwarting her parents' plans for her life?

She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath. That bridge was burned now. Classes had started, and they were ridiculously easy. The work study