Babysitter's Dirty Desire

By Alana Church

Beverly has been lusting after her handsome neighbor for years. Unfortunately, Graham is married, with a little girl. But when his bitchy wife leaves him, Bev sees her chance! Will she be able to seduce the older man, and will Graham be willing to cater to her naughty, forbidden fantasies? Find out in "Babysitter's Dirty Desires!"

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Mr. Cole’s wife had left him! And a door she had assumed had been closed and locked forever had cracked just the tiniest bit open. A gleam of sunlight poured through. Not much. But enough to give her hope.

Beverly hoped she hadn’t been too obvious earlier, when Graham had come up to collect Vivian. She hadn’t thought anything of it, when her mother had asked her to look after the little girl. She had known Viv since Graham and his nagging, shrewish, stone-cold bitch of a wife had moved into the rented house across the street three years ago. Then, she had been little more than a round, puzzled face in a stroller. But now she was an absolutely delightful little girl, her head full of questions and so sweet-tempered and loving Bev could hardly believe she was Elizabeth Cole’s daughter.

And Beverly had been harboring a hopeless crush on Vivian’s father almost since the moment she had met him. Graham Cole wasn’t a male model. Which was good, since Bev didn’t want one. But he had the kindest blue eyes and the nicest smile she had ever seen. And his voice, when he said her name, made her insides go all soft and tingly. Graham always had something nice to say when they met, whether it be at the mailbox or working in the yard or when he was taking Vivian for a walk. And the way he doted on his daughter was proof that he was a good man, regardless of whether his wife had left him or not.

She left the bedside lamp on, but turned off everything else. After a careful look down the hall, to make sure her parents were in their bedroom, she lifted up her mattress and pulled out the special sketchbook. The one her parents didn’t know about.

The sexy sketchbook, where she lived out her secret, dirty fantasies.

Her fingers shaking, Beverly opened the cover. Here were the naughty pictures. The forbidden fantasies. Here, Graham was naked, her fertile imagination picturing what his body would look like without all those aggravating clothes in the way. The tips of her fingers brushed across a sketch done in heavy pencil. The reclining nude wasn’t obviously aroused. But in her mind, he was.

I want him so bad. Could it really happen? I could be the woman for him that his wife never was. All I need is one chance. What if he saw me...

Another page turned.

Like this?

If the pages before had been explosive, these were downright nuclear in their erotic intensity. Beverly didn’t know where her secret kink came from. But the first time she saw a pin-up picture of a housewife dressed in clothes from the nineteen-fifties, she had ached for the same kind of outfit. But much, much sexier.

Here she was, in a sensible dress and an embroidered apron, standing at a counter with a mixing bowl in front of her. But the back of her dress was pulled up to her waist, showing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

In the second picture, she was hanging up laundry on a clothesline. But the front of her dress was wide open. Over a small fence in the background, a male figure was eyeing her appreciatively, and from the expression on her face, she was enjoying the attention.

A third, standing out in the open, rain pouring down, an open umbrella hanging carelessly at her side. Her dress was plastered to her chest, and Bev moaned, almost able to feel the scrape of the heavy cotton across her sensitive breasts. Her free hand reached between her legs as she turned page after page, each picture more lewdly erotic than the last.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005212223

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Babysitter’s Dirty Desire

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2021 Alana Church

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Chapter 1

I’m leaving you, Graham.

The words were almost brutal in their stark simplicity. Standing in the middle of their littered living room, his daughter’s toys scattered over the threadbare carpet, Graham rocked back, as if someone had punched him in the chest. What? Why?

Because I don’t love you, his wife said. If the first sentence had been a punch, the second was an execution. I’m not sure if I ever did, anymore, Elizabeth added, crossing her arms over her chest.

I’m tired, Graham. Tired of working to keep this house clean, tired of watching over Vivian all day, tired of the stupid women in this neighborhood who don’t want to do anything but cook supper and pop out three or four kids. I could have been something, his wife snapped, her voice rising, though he hadn’t even opened up his mouth to reply. "But now I’m twenty-eight and I’m six fucking years behind everyone I graduated with. You did this to me! I have to listen to baby-talk all day here, and when you get home you expect me to be all cute and happy and smiling and ready to hear about all the tremendously exciting things that happened to you at work. As if I care. Well, find another sucker, Graham. I’m out."

Graham closed his eyes and sat on the arm of the couch. It was worse than useless to try to argue when Elizabeth started on one of her rants. It just made her angrier. All you could do was wait until whatever spiteful spring that powered her tantrum had wound down.

Where are you going to go? he asked, when she paused for breath.

My mom’s place, for now. For the first time, Graham noticed the stack of luggage by the front door. She said I could stay with her until I get back on my feet.

Her mother. Wonderful. Maxine Vespoli had never hidden her disdain for her daughter’s husband, though it was usually hidden in subtle, biting insults cloaked as compliments. Then realization rushed through him, jerking him back to his feet. "Your mother? Your mother lives in Rockford! Where she had retired after her rich banker husband had passed away, running an antique store as a hobby and pretending to a taste and elegance money couldn’t buy. How are we going to share custody if you’re three hundred miles away?"

I guess we’ll let the divorce lawyers figure that out, Elizabeth said dismissively.

She turned her back on him, one hand already reaching for the handle of a suitcase. Blazing with anger, Graham followed her. When she tried to open the door, he pushed it back shut with a slam.

Where’s Vivian? he asked, his voice quietly dangerous. Where’s our daughter?

Elizabeth laughed up at him. Scared I’m going to steal your little girl, Graham? Calm down. I can’t have Vivian hanging around me all the time while I’m trying to put my life back together. And Mom doesn’t have room at her place for a kid anyway. Mrs. Keaton is watching her. I promised her twenty bucks, she added over her shoulder as she wrenched the door back open. You can pay her when you pick her up.

Graham fell back, stunned by the naked loathing on her face, and watched her load up her Camry. When the last piece of luggage had disappeared, she slammed down the lid of the trunk.

My divorce lawyer will be in touch in a few days. Mom was able to recommend one to me when I called her up and told her I was leaving you. A smirk turned her attractive face distinctly unpleasant. Don’t think you can get away with holding out on me.

Don’t think you can try to clean out the savings account, he retorted hotly. That money was for a house and for Viv’s college. You want a divorce, fine. I won’t try to stop you. And you’ll get what’s fair. But only what’s fair. You try to play games with me, Elizabeth, and you’ll find out that you’re not the only person who can hire a hardass.

You wish, she sneered, and got into her car. Graham thought she wanted to make a dramatic exit and peel out in a haze of smoking rubber. But that was kind of hard to do when there was a four-way stop less than fifty yards down the road.

For a long time Graham stood on the front porch, staring after the car, even after it had turned the corner onto Chippewa. In an instant, his old life had been burned down, and nothing but cold gray ash was left in its place.

He hardly noticed the tear tracks on his face, mourning for a stillborn marriage.

An hour later, still shaking inside, he crossed the street and knocked on Dana Keaton’s door.

Graham! But the welcoming smile turned into a concerned frown. Is everything all right?

Somehow he forced a smile to his face, though it felt sick and wobbly. No. Not really. He took a deep breath. Elizabeth just left me.

Oh. Dana’s hand went to her mouth. Oh, honey, I am so sorry. Was it…was it another man? Or am I being too personal? Blake always says I ask too many questions, but honestly, how are you supposed to learn anything about someone unless you ask?

No, it’s okay. I don’t think it’s another guy. The way she made it sound, it was a case of any other man being better than me.

Well, that’s just silly, Dana said as she held the door open for him. A woman who can’t get along with you is a woman who isn’t worth having. You’ve always been very nice to me and Blake and the kids. I’m sure that whatever happened, it isn’t your fault.

Thanks, he said. Where’s Vivian? I shouldn’t take up too much of your time.

Oh, she’s probably upstairs with Bev.

Probably? he frowned.

Well, I haven’t heard them come down, so I’m sure they’re still up there. Dana took a closer look at his face. Why don’t you come into the kitchen, Graham, and sit down? You need to talk to someone, if I’m any judge. And Viv will be just fine with Beverly. A smile crinkled the corners of her eyes. "She’s got my daughter wrapped around her little