Baby Sitting was different that night

I am trying to wrrite this story from the perspective of the female, which I am not. So if the language, thoughts or experiences are not realistic, I apologize and would welcome any suggestions of corrections. Feel free to PM me. I am basing this story on a girl I knew, and I have pictures I will share if asked. They are not nude or sexual, just regular photos. ********



I have always considered myself to be a beautiful woman. My mom and dad told me, my aunts and grandmas told me. How many times had I heard “you’re so beautiful Brandee?” But they were family. The ones who rarely called me beautiful were the boys. I had most things in abundance, which is not what you want. First off, I was almost 5′ 9″, and while that is far from the end of the world, it makes you taller than most boys who are athletes and they all want those ditzy, slutty bimbos, and no matter what I tried I could never impersonate, let alone emulate. I was also broad shouldered, with large hips, a wide stomach (not a fat stomach, but wide in body width. I also was a little bit thicker than most girls, and while I was perfectly within healthy parameters, few boys were turned out by a bigger woman in any respects. I often wondered if I grew up in a inner city instead of a smaller suburban city, I might have gotten some appreciation for my body from the black guys, but I don’t really know. I definitely had a pronounced butt, bigger in stature just like the rest of me. It wasn’t like I was shaped like a linebacker or anything, I had a very noticeable curve from my waist to my hips. I also had a few more things in abundance, including thick abundant hair, thick plump lips and big round eyes. My mother was a bit of a prude and I wasn’t allowed makeup and rarely styled my hair. I am sure it didn’t help my cause. Let’s not forget my breasts, they were a pronounced as anything else on me, I had 42 EE’s. and they were something I got to be proud of.

They were not just large but they were shaped, from the side in the mirror I could easily see the curvature up and under my breasts. I didn’t have a pair of hanging utters, I had a pair of plump, firm glorious breasts. So when I say no boys called me beautiful, maybe I should clarify. While guys were turned off by me height, large frame and I think strength, they liked my breasts. So much so, it was the only thing they paid any attention to. In all my time in high school I never had a guy look at me when they talked to me, not even my teachers. Just my tits, it was all they seemed to care about. It really burned me up, at first they ignored me through middle school because I was bigger than most of them, now they paid attention but to my breasts, not to me. I went on a few dates but they all went the same way, a dinner followed by a movie or a walk in the park or going to the fair, all just pretenses to get me next to them where they could try to get to second base, and be the first one to say they had seen them. I pretty much hated guys. From the jerks at school to the clerk at the store, to the pastor at church, to my teachers and my dad’s friends. I caught them all firmly taken in my cleavage, most of the time which I kept under a tight collar.

Then, about 4 months before the end of my senior year I met Izzy. Izzy was a Mexican boy. His folks had come over the border just before he was born and he grew up in a Texas border town before moving up to Idaho. He was one of the few non white people I had ever met in our little city, and he seemed very intimidated by the new school. He ended up in the open seat next to me in math, and since that was right before lunch I invited him to come eat with me and my best friend.Julie. One thing let to another and we started dating and I even got to have a date for my Senior Prom. Izzy had looked me in the eye the first time we spoke and did every time after that. I think I was as excited as he was the first time I pulled down my bra off and gave him access to my chest. He was always gentle and he never pushed for more than I wanted to give. We were a funny pair, since Izzy was on the small side and a little scrawny. But he was kind and respectful and loving and honest. We began to make plans for our relationship and had started to talk about getting an apartment together, though I told him it was going to be hard for me to get my parents to go along with it unless we were engaged. Izzy said he understood and said he wanted to marry me but wanted to propose when the time was right.

I enrolled in cosmetology school, thinking I could take advantage of my love of drawing into makeup and hair styling, two things my Mom had shunned me from. But I always felt a bit jealous of those girls and when I turned 18 I started wearing make up. It looked rough and always mismatched but I was learning and loved the art of it, and felt I could build a career out of it. My folks didn’t make much and I didn’t want to be saddled with huge debts so I chose this over college, not that my grades were going to knock any administrators socks off anyway. I was a quick learner and soon was the star pupil. I had learned how to do hair and make up to make any woman look better. As my talent evolved so did my look as I used my skills on myself as well and suddenly realized the boring farm big girl look I had changed to a voluptuous beaming face, accented with rogue and lipstick, eyes emboldened by mascara and eye shadow. Straight hair became twisted and feathered and tied and pined into a whole array of styles. When I took my picture from the right angle, even I thought I looked beautiful. While my big frame still put off some guys, at least now some smiled at my face instead of just at my tits.

School was going good but wasn’t free so I took a job as a babysitter on nights and weekends for the Jenkins, answering there post on Craigslist. Ron was an internet security expert who worked from home and his wife Esther worked for a vacation property retail firm, showing rich out of towners big natural estates for sale with stocked rivers and full forests of game. She was often gone until late on show days, sometimes overnight. Ron worked from home but was very busy when he worked and needed to unwind after being home all day and was a big time fixture at the local poker hall and was on the city council. This meant a lot of nights and Saturdays their two year old Janie needed supervision. Sometimes if Ron had a job around the house to do he would hire me to watch his little girl while he worried about his projects. Things went along like that for a while. I enjoyed watching Janie grow over that year and I was getting into my second year and could graduate and finally do hair for a living.

I was about 6 months shy of graduation and it was just coming into Spring when it was time to celebrate Izzy’s 19th birthday, he was a little behind me in age. The week or so before his birthday. when we were discussing plans for his day, he told me he wanted to have sex. It was the first time he had ever suggested or prodded to me. He told me I was so gorgeous with my make up and hair and with my more liberal clothing (keeping in line with the girls at my beauty school) that he was so turned on and couldn’t stand it any longer and wanted to be with me. I told him I felt like we were ready and I wanted to be engaged before I lost my virginity. He said he wasn’t ready and didn’t have enough money for a ring, but told me he promised to marry me. I told him no, that wasn’t the same thing and I didn’t want to disappoint my very conservative mother.