Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2012 09:52:12 -0700
From: Robin S <mindtrapped.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Secrets and Lies

Secrets And Lies

By Robin Stradley



   "Amelia! Amelia! Wake up!" came a voice from outside Amelia Abbot's
window. She rolled over to look at the clock. It was three minutes past
midnight. She got up and opened the window to see Casey Talbot, her best
friend of ten years, standing outside.

   "Do you know what time it is? What do you want?" she asked Casey.

   "I got a babysitting gig from the people next door tomorrow and I wanted
to see when you worked so maybe you could come with me and help me," Casey
replied.

   "Have you been in your mom's Vicodin again? Why didn't you just ask me
tomorrow?"

   "'Cause I wanted to catch you early to make sure you didn't make plans.
And besides, my mom keeps her Vicodin in a lockbox now so I can't get to
them," Casey giggled. 18-year-old Casey had always been the bad girl of the
pair, who was always down to do anything for a thrill, while her
19-year-old counterpart had always been the more shy, calm, and logical
thinker who had talked Casey out of getting  into trouble many times. They
were as different as night and day, but somehow they were drawn to one
another in complete and unconditional friendship.

   "Well," said Amelia, "I work from eight to four, so my afternoon is
free."

   "Ohh you're not meeting up with Joshua?"

   "No, he's getting on my nerves lately. We've only been together for five
months and he's already pushing hard for sex even though he knows I'm a
virgin."

   "I don't see why you don't just fuck him and get it over with," said
Casey, "he's hot!"

   "I don't exactly see you rushing out to lose your virginity. You've just
blown almost every guy in town."

   "That's because all the guys I've known aren't worth any more than my
mouth!"

They both laughed before Amelia asked, "So what time are you going over to
babysit?"

   "I figured I'd come get you around seven. They want me there by 7:30. So
be ready by seven and we'll go, okay? It's $20 an hour and he said they
should be gone for at least four hours, so that's like $40 a piece."

   "How many kids and how old though? Will it be worth it?"

   "Ha ha, they've only got two. A 4-year-old and a 2-year-old. Shouldn't
be too hard."

   "Well...okay," said Amelia hesitantly, "but I've heard 2-year-olds can be
a pain in the ass. There's a reason it's called `the terrible twos.'"

Casey just nodded and said, "that's why it'll be easier with two people.
See you tomorrow," and turned around to walk away.



                Casey and Amelia were both beautiful girls. Casey had long,
dark blond hair that came down to her shoulder blades that she often kept
in a French braid, but when she wore it down it flowed in beautiful amber
colored waves. She had an unusual shade of hazel eyes that were closer to
the color lavender than brown, blue, or green. She had an irresistible
smile that could light up the gloomiest of rooms. She had a perfect figure,
even though she was a little on the skinner side. Amelia's beauty equally
matched her friend's. She was half white and half black and she had long,
black hair that came down past her middle back that she either wore down or
in a high ponytail. She had so much natural curl in her hair that when she
wore it down people would ask if she had a perm. She had striking green
eyes that were almost yellow in color and gorgeous mocha colored skin. She,
too, had a nice figure – full, voluptuous, and curvy – in the shape of an
hourglass. She hated her D-cup breasts, but got a lot of male attention
from them and Casey had always been jealous since she was a B cup. Even
though they both turned plenty of boys' heads, Casey was busy having fun
and not wanting to be tied down by one person and Amelia was too picky
about who she dated to have a steady boyfriend. She had been dating Josh
for a little over five months and was already getting tired of him.



                The next day, Casey showed up at Amelia's at 7:00 on the
dot, just as she said she would. Amelia was the only one of the two with a
car, so the girls rode in her vehicle back to Casey's house.

   "You should see the dad of the kids we're watching," Casey said to
Amelia on the drive over, "I don't know if you've ever seen him when you've
come over to my place, but he's fine as fuck!"

   "Is he married?" Amelia asked.

   "Well...yeah, but that don't stop me from checkin' him out!" laughed Casey.

   "You're terrible. How would you feel if you had an attractive husband
and some other girl was checking him out?"

   "Wouldn't bother me," said Casey, "at least it would tell me I've got
good taste in men!"



                When they pulled up to Casey's house, Amelia immediately
noticed two little boys playing out in the front yard at the house next
door to Casey's. They both had hair so blond it was almost white and eyes
the color of a sapphire diamond. They looked like they could be twins, but
one was quite a bit bigger than the other.

   "Are those the kids?" Amelia asked Casey as the got out of the car.

   "Yep. That's them," she replied.

They walked over to the house and knocked on the facing of the front door,
since the door itself was already ajar.

   "Mr. and Mrs. Tisman? It's me, Casey. The babysitter?"

   "Oh yes, come in," replied a female voice from off to the right. The
girls entered the house and saw a woman drying and putting away dishes.

   "Hello," she said, "I'm Cally Tisman and I'm sure you saw our boys out
front, Joel and Jacoby? Joel's the older one. My husband should be
downstairs any minute. You know, our families have lived next door to each
other for years and I was only properly introduced to your mother yesterday
when I asked her if you would like to earn some money by babysitting!"

   "Well, I'm Casey Talbot, and this is my friend Amelia Abbot. She's going
to be helping me tonight if that's okay."

   "Sure," replied Mrs. Tisman, "my only rules are very simple: no alcohol,
no drugs, no parties, and no boys. Sound good?"

   "Sounds fine. Thanks for asking my mom if I'd like to babysit though. I
really need the money. I've been trying hard to find a job, but it's
difficult having school and everything. I graduate in June though, so I
figure I can concentrate fully on finding a job then."

   "I understand. I was a teenager once!" Cally laughed. Just then her
husband walked downstairs. He was a tall, formidable man in his late 20's
that looked like he could have just walked out of a modeling magazine. He
was perfectly tan with rippling biceps, short medium brown hair and bright
blue eyes. The same eyes he passed down to both of his sons. Both Casey and
Amelia had the thought that the Tismans didn't look like they'd even know
one another, let alone be a couple. Cally was in her mid-30's and about 75
pounds overweight. She had shoulder-length, lifeless, light brown hair and
dull brown eyes. Her looks were plain and unremarkable aside from a rather
large nose. She wore big, thick glasses and one of her front teeth had
discolored to a light gray.

   "Oh, here he is now," said Cally, "this is my husband Jeremy."

   "Are...are these the babysitters?" he stumbled to say. He seemed nervous
and only he knew why. He and Cally had moved into their home shortly after
marrying six years before. They were there a little under a year when
Jeremy started noticing the beautiful, young, teenage girl next door. He
didn't know how old she was, but he knew it was probably too young to leave
him with such wanton desire. He kept his attraction secret for five long
years, but now here was the object of his forbidden desire, standing right
in his living room.

   "Yeah...so?" asked Cally shortly.

   "Nothing, I just didn't think they'd be here so early," Jeremy covered
his flabbergast.

   "It's 7:36. Our reservations are at eight. They're actually right on
time," said Cally, "we're going out for our sixth anniversary," she beamed.

   "Oh is it that late? Well, we better get a move on then. Did you tell
them all the rules?"

   "Yes dear, I took care of it," said Cally with a tone of irritation.

   "Okay, well, the boys' bedtime is nine. Give them a bath as soon as they
come in and brush their teeth around 8:30 and they can watch cartoons for a
half hour before they go to bed. They might fuss and fight with you about
going to bed, but they'll do it anyway. Once they're asleep you guys can do
whatever – watch a movie, make popcorn, whatever. There's all kinds of
snacks in the cupboards. Help yourselves," said Jeremy.

   "Okay, thank you, sir," replied Casey.

   "Please, call me Jeremy," he said, and for a moment they locked eyes and
both smiled.

   "Well we better get going," said Cally hastily. She grabbed her purse
and rushed out the door to kiss her children goodbye before telling them
that outside time was over and that they needed to get in the house.

   "Both of our cell phone numbers and the number to the restaurant where
we'll be are posted on the fridge. I'll go ahead and give you the money
upfront. I'm sure we're not going to be out any later than midnight, so
here's $80. Have a good night, girls. And thank you."

He reached in his wallet, pulled out $80, and handed it to Casey. He
purposely touched her hand as she reached out to grab it. She looked up at
him with confusion. He only smirked and walked out the door.

After Jeremy and Cally had pulled off in their vehicle, Casey told Amelia,
"I think he was flirting with me!"

   "Whatever, he so was not," she replied.

   "I'm serious!"

   "I think it was just wishful thinking," said Amelia and both girls
laughed.

   "What the hell is a fine piece of dick like that doing with a fat, ugly
bitch?!" said Casey.

   "That's real nice!" responded Amelia, "you don't even know them. Maybe
she's a nice person and he's not shallow."

   "Please, every guy that looks like *that* is shallow."



                Nine o'clock came around and the girls were able to bathe
the kids, brush their teeth, and put them to bed with little incident.
Afterwards they retired to the living room to look for a movie to watch.
After choosing *Scream *the girls settled in on the couch to start
watching. All of a sudden, with only about ten minutes of the movie having
played, Casey turned to Amelia and said, "Hey...she said one of the rules was
no alcohol, right?"

   "Right. So?"

   "So I wonder if that means they have a liquor cabinet!"

   "So what if they do?" replied Amelia with a tone of annoyance.

   "We should go look for it!" said Casey as she jumped up and started
rummaging through cabinets. Amelia immediately jumped up and began trying
to stop her just as she opened a cabinet full of hard alcohol bottles.

   "Ooo lookie here!" said Casey as she pulled out a bottle of vodka.

   "Put that back!" cried Amelia, trying to pry the bottle out of Casey's
hands.

   "Quit bein' such a goody-goody," said Casey.

   "I'm not being anything but responsible. Don't call me a goody-goody.
You know I hate that."

   "I wouldn't call you a goody-goody if you weren't being a goody-goody!"
exclaimed Casey.

   "Give me that. I'll show you goody-goody," said Amelia as she grabbed
the bottle away from Casey, removed the top, and took a big swig of it. She
gasped and coughed afterward, for it took her breath away. Casey beamed as
she took the bottle back for her turn to do the same. The girls continued
to pass the bottle back and forth, taking large drinks until they were both
intoxicated.

   "I have an idea," said Casey, "just so you'll be ready when you finally
decide to do it with Josh or...whoever, we should practice on each other."

   "What do you mean? Like sex stuff?" asked Amelia with slurred speech.

   "Yeah," said Casey, "I mean, I've done *some *stuff, but you haven't,
and I'd be glad to help you practice so you're...so you're ready," she said
before she hiccupped.

   "You'd do that for me?" said Amelia, her eyes half-mast, "you're the
bestest best friend in the world. Let's do it."

Casey scooted closer to Amelia on the floor and lightly stroked her hair
before kissing her soft lips that tasted like strawberry-banana flavored
lip gloss. Amelia kissed back, and the two began feeling each other's perky
young breasts, nipples erect with arousal. Casey kissed down Amelia's neck
before removing her top, and then her bra.

   "I've always wondered what these big titties looked like naked," she
said as she put her mouth around one of Amelia's hard nipples. Amelia
moaned with desire. If she hadn't been so intoxicated she would have been
alarmed at how aroused she was becoming, but the alcohol kept her from
questioning her ecstasy. She watched as Casey swirled her tongue around her
nipple as she became wetter and hornier with every stroke of Casey's tongue.

   "Here, sit on the couch," said Casey, as she began to pull Amelia's
skirt and panties down, "I wanna taste you."

She did as Casey directed her to, sitting on the edge of the couch fully
exposed. Casey scooted closer to her from her position on the floor as she
pushed on Amelia's knee, urging her to open her legs. She did, and Casey
wasted no time shoving her tongue into Amelia's soft, wet opening. Amelia
moaned with delight as Casey flicked her tongue in and out of her. She used
her fingers to work Amelia's clit and rubbed her other hand up and down
Amelia's thigh. Amelia began gyrating and undulating her hips in perfect
unison with Casey's tongue strokes, and within just a few minutes she felt
an orgasm beginning to approach.

   "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed as warm waves of pleasure
flooded her entire body. Casey was starting to slow down her licking speed
when the front door opened and in walked Jeremy. There they were: Casey
down on her knees with her head in a naked Amelia's crotch and an empty
bottle of vodka strewn on the floor along with Amelia's clothes. Both girls
jumped up as Jeremy quickly walked back out of the house and closed the
door.

   "Oh fuck," said Casey, "it's only 10:30! What the fuck is he doing back
so early?"

Amelia got dressed as Casey walked outside to talk to Jeremy.

   "Um, Mr. Tisman," she began, "I'm really sorry about that I just – "

   "Don't worry about it. I didn't know you swung that way," he grinned.

   "I don't usually. That's something else I need to tell you. We got into
your liquor cabinet and finished off about a half-gallon of vodka. We were
drunk and that's why that happened."

   "Ah okay," he said, "we'll just keep that our little secret from the
missus."

   "Really? That's so cool," said Casey, grinning at him, "I had a good
buzz going on but you walking in took care of that. You scared the holy
living shit out of us!"

   "Aw, I didn't mean to do that. The reason I'm home early is because
Cally and I got into a fight and she had me drop her off at her sister's
place."

   "What did you get into a fight about?" asked Casey. Jeremy laughed and
said, "She didn't like the way I was looking at you."

Casey didn't have time to respond before Amelia came bursting out of this
house saying "Come on Casey, let's go. Sorry Mr. Tisman" and almost ran to
her car.

   "I guess I should go," said Casey, and the two girls spent the night at
Casey's house. Even though Amelia expressed that she felt like she might
die of embarrassment, Casey assured her it was no big deal and that Jeremy
was fine with what he saw.



                The next morning Casey awoke to the sound of knocking on
her front door. She waited for either her mother or her brother, with whom
she lived, to answer it but they didn't. She begrudgingly got up and opened
to door to find Jeremy standing on her front porch.

   "Can I come in?" he asked.

   "Sure," she said, backing up a few feet to let him in.

   "My wife and kids are two cities away visiting family and I saw your mom
and brother leave. I know you're here alone."

   "So?" Casey asked seductively, thinking that she had an idea where this
was going.

   "So...I can't stop thinking about how hot you looked with your friend last
night. I can't get it out of my head."

   "Oh yeah?" said Casey as she began to unbutton Jeremy's shirt, "what are
you gonna do about it?"

He kissed her passionately and laid her down on her living room floor. They
kissed and felt one another's bodies with animalistic desire. He took off
her top and bra and she moaned with pleasure as he sank her nipple into his
mouth.

   "Yeah, you wanna fuck me?" she asked him.

   "So bad," he said as he pulled down his pants and boxer shorts. She
assisted by taking down her pajama pants and thong.

   "Do you have protection?" she asked him.

   "No. I want to put a baby inside you. My wife won't let me knock her up
again. I want you to have my child and keep it a secret. That would be so
hot."

She obliged as he sank his rock hard member into her wet, waiting slit. He
had some trouble getting in being as this was her first time.

   "Did I just pop your cherry? Do you want me to go easy?" he asked her.

   "Yeah, you did," she said with some pain in her voice, "but I like pain.
Do it harder."

 He thrust hard and deep inside her and she moaned with ecstasy. There was
a small amount of blood trickling from her, but it didn't stop either one
of them from experiencing intense pleasure.

   "Yes! Harder! Deeper!" she screamed, "oh I'm gonna cum!"

She squealed with exquisite delight as waves of heated pleasure ebbed and
flowed throughout her body.

   "Yeah, you little bitch, you like that cock? You're gonna make me cum!
Here it comes!" Jeremy grunted as he released his seed inside of her. His
rhythm began to slow as the ecstasy subsided within him. They lay together,
out of breath and sexually content. Jeremy withdrew himself from Casey's
swollen chasm and began to put back on his clothes.

   "I'm pretty potent," he said, "check in about a month and you should be
pregnant."

Casey was nervous about the prospect of having a married man's child, but
the thought of having a secret from the world excited her. Jeremy kissed
her one last time before walking out the door. Casey got dressed and sat on
her couch, wishing she wouldn't have to wait a whole month to find out if
she would have a bigger secret with Jeremy than she already did. Just then,
Amelia walked in the room, rubbing her eyes sleepily and yawning.

   "Oh my God," said Casey, "you're not gonna believe what just happened!"

   "What?" asked Amelia.

   "Jeremy just came over and we fucked! We didn't use protection `cause he
said he wants to knock me up."

   "Oh," said Amelia, disgusted, "you're on a first-name-basis with him now
huh?"

   "What's your problem?"

   "Well...why did he want you and not me? Is he racist or something?"

   "Yes, I'm sure it's `cause you're half black. It was probably just
because you weren't up yet. And besides, I thought you had Josh."

   "Well, maybe I don't want Josh anymore. Maybe I want Jeremy to want me.
I don't know, it's weird. It just makes me feel bad he wanted you instead
of me. I don't know why."

   "Well why don't you go over to his house and see if he's home alone. If
he is, get yours."

   "You know what? I'm going to," she said and went to get dressed. She put
on Casey's tightest pair of jeans, her lowest cut, and most mid-drift
showing shirt, did her hair and makeup, and headed next door. She knocked
on the door and Jeremy answered.

   "Hi, uh..."

   "Amelia. Casey's friend."

   "Oh I knew you were Casey's friend, I just couldn't remember your name.
Can I help you?"

   "Yeah. I would like to know why you prefer her to me. What is it about
her that's so much better than me?"

   "Well...nothing. You're both beautiful. Are you saying you want some too?"

   "I guess that's...yeah. That's what I'm saying."

   "Well come in and have a seat if you want."

She walked in and sat on the very couch where Casey had pleasured her just
the night before.

   "You can start by servicing my cock," he said as he walked up to her,
pulling his half erect member from his pants. She gladly accepted it into
her mouth.

     "Mmm...that's good," he encouraged. She had no idea what she was doing,
but she tried to figure it out as she went along. Jeremy didn't seem to
notice as he tilted his head back, shut his eyes, and began breathing
deeply. After five or so minutes, he pulled himself out of Amelia's mouth
and said "now let's see if that pussy's as hot and juicy as that mouth."

Jeremy pulled her to her feet and slowly disrobed Amelia and she began to
get nervous.

   "Please be gentle," she said, "I've never done this before."

   "You're a virgin too?"

   "Yes."

   "How did you get past 13 with these nice, big titties?" he said as he
began caressing her breasts. He sat her back down on the couch and got down
on all fours to pleasure her orally.

   "I gotta get you nice and ready for me," he said. He licked her slit up
and down as she squirmed and moaned with excitement. Once he felt she was
nice and loosened up, he rose to his knees and took his pants down. He
entered her with calm and gentle precision. She tensed up and held her
breath as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her.

   "If you relax it will be easier," he whispered as he kissed her gently.
His movements were slight until he felt that she had gotten used to him
enough that she wouldn't be uncomfortable. Finally, he felt she was at this
point and decided to speed up a little.

   "Are you okay?" he whispered.

   "Yes. I want you to get me pregnant too," she said back.

   "I have to go a little faster in order to do that, is that okay?"

   "Yes, do it!" she exclaimed. He sped up his movements as Amelia cried
out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. At last Jeremy was fulfilling his
fantasy of spreading his seed to multiple women at once, and Amelia didn't
have any reason to be jealous of her friend anymore. He exploded into her
in one brilliant flash of ecstasy that they both shared in unison.



                One year later, Cally Tisman was out watering her plants
when her babysitters, Casey Talbot and Amelia Abbot, came walking up the
street pushing strollers. They had both recently given birth, just two days
apart from one another.

   "Oh, let me see the babies!" exclaimed Cally as she came running out of
her front yard to view the children. She loved children, but felt that two
was enough for her own family.

   "Oh my God!" she proclaimed, "they're too cute! They even kind of favor.
They remind me so much of my boys when they were little."

   "Yeah," stated Casey, as she winked and smiled at Amelia, "it's almost
like they're twins."



-THE END-