Charity At Work 1: Adventures in Babysitting

Welcome back faithful readers

Charity Jones here again returning to entertain you with more adventures of my misspent youth.

My lat recounting detailed certain highpoints in my life as it transpired through the11th grade in my 16th year of life. I introduced you to the complete trinity of my closest friends, Faith and Hope. I also landed myself a highschool sweetheart by the name of Chet, who in turned out to be my personal cuckold. And of course the trials and tribulations of jut being a high school teen.

The school year ended with a whimper and less of a bang, due in great deal to our Nazi Bitch Vice Principal who was weekly punishing us for our tartly ways. I was just happy it was over and even quietly sailed through my 17th birthday just a scant couple weeks before the end of final exams.

Based on my previous accounts you would have thought I was ready to embark on a bacchanal spree of sex and debauchery. It had certainly been my pattern in the year that had just passed. But now I found myself ruminating.I was only now just seventeen, but I felt like I was on the verge of a crisis or an epiphany.

I had been in this relatively small Texas town for exactly a year now. I had stepped off the bus a spoilt rich kid from the East Coast banished here by the humiliation of an incarcerated and completely dishonest father. Sent to live with a Mother I knew nothing true of, and had been only been spread lies about.

I quickly developed an incestuous relationship with her, lost my virginity to a couple of her black lovers. Met up with my soul-sister the trash talking Faith O’ Reilly. Been involved with orgies and foursomes with her and my mother, and ended up in a huge black gangbang with those two and the preachers wife.


And that was just last summer.

The school year had been more of the same. Adding the goth girl and extreme cumslut Hope to complete our trinity. Tutoring sessions with donkey dicked ubergeek of the school. Monthly gangbangs of the three of us by the football team. Cuckolding my boyfriend. Sleeping with my Momma and her boyfriend and his employees. A sex for grades program with teachers topped off with anal punishments for that act by the evil Vice Principal

It was crazy!

Was the next year going to be more of the same? Was I always just going to be bubby blonde nympho? My Momma seemed happy being that way, and despite my love for her, there was no way I was going to spend the rest of my life in a trailer park putting out for the nearest monster cock if he just asked..

My options were limited it seemed though. My father had mapped out my entire life for me, from boarding schools to Ivy league universities. I was even content I would end up married to some stuffed shirt and live in a huge house in an upscale Connetticut zip code with 2.5 kids and a dog. But his Ponzi schemes put an end to that horrible illusion.

My plans on escaping the double-wide trailer I shared with Momma here was inherently dependent on money. Enough money to get into a decent university in addition to any kind of scholarship or grant I could somehow find. Momma had been sending me returned letters full of cash since I was young, and initially it was a big pile of money.

But many many beer later, in addition to huge new wardrobe, a lot of pot and many blatant luxuries; that mountain was quickly in danger of turning into a molehill. And if I kept up my spending-like-a-sailor habits, it would be gone by January.

It was time for the dreaded JOB.

It was a couple short days after our grades came out showing us that we had passed with flying colours. Hope and I with straight A’s and Faith with straight B’s ( her idea, she thought going from C- minus to A would have raised too many red flags on the drunken home front). We were celebrating by tanning on the roof of the double wide with Momma.

It was a good spot for getting an all-body tan as no one could see what we were up to.Momma, Faith and I were as naked as the Lord made us. Hope on the other hand was under a beach umbrella in a black one piece suit slathered with enough industrial sunscreen that a plant would die from not getting sunlight, she was rather proud of her pale as a ghost skin.

We were sharing beers and a couple joints when the topic of conversation eventually turned to the crisis vexing me.

“ I really do wish I could help you honey pie, “ Momma said in her thick Texan drawl, “ but I had already started peeling at your age and those were different times”

“ Yeah, one stripper is enough for a family at a time:. Faith joked

I punched her in the arm.

Momma leaned up on her side, her huge and heavy breasts sloping over as well. She was in her late 30’s but her “ money makers” as she called them were still a sight to behold in all the 36F glory.. Her and I resembled each other strongly. She kept her hair somewhat cured while mine was straight but both were the same corn field blonde. AS were the matching eyes of sky blue. I was smaller on the bust size being a 32DD, at least I was until about a month back, the beer had been catching up to me and I was now a 34DD. And I swore to god the twin sisters on my chest were getting bigger.

“ Shush now Faith O’ Reilly” said Momma to my BFF

Faith just softly laughed and lit up a joint.

Faith was the opposite of me. She was taller than me, I stood at 5’ 4” and she was 5’ 9” and would be 5’ 10” when she graduated. She was slim and athletic with a runner’s body. She had fire engine red hair and emerald green eyes which seemed to glow when she was plotting something devious. She typically kept her hair in pigtails or a ponytail. She was always obsessed with my boobs, pawing at them in pubic if no one was looking being borderline flat at 32B herself. When we fooled around together , her lips would always be planted on one of my nipples.

“ I’m just saying Busty McGee here needs to go out and do some hard work for once and get her fingers dirty”

“ Busty McGee the Younger”, I burst in trying to sound snobbily posh.

“ Excuse me your High Titty-ness”, Faith said pinching a nipple.

“ She could always branch into your clearly save labour camp conditions pharmacuetical industry,”, Hope quietly chimed in

Hope Jenkins was always an odd one. She was a punk rock brainiac. By today’s standards she would have been called a Goth, but late 80’s Texas simply didn’t have those. She stood in the middle of out heights at 5’6” and while I was all American blonde and Faith was Irish red; Hope was dark as night. This thick THICK black hair which she kept tied in a ponytail, but when unravelled was a thick lustrous dark cape that reached to her ass. She was a top heavy girl to, at 34D and her eyes were the most chilling ice blue. She was a curvy girl, not fat just “ thick” as they call it now with creamy white skin.

Faith was the tomboy, I was the popular cheerleader , and Hope was the introspective geek. There was no way the three of us should have normally been friends in a normal high school caste structure. But our debauchery bound us in ways no one could know. Pus we found we had other secrets about each other that we shared that made us ignore “ the system”.

“ You’re talking about my pot business arent you smarty-pants”, Faith asked

“ Yes, you certainly do exhaust yourself with it”, Hope said sarcastically

“ Hey, that took 3 years to build and someone has to pay the bills at home”

Hope looked like she was going to add something smartass again to her friendly rival Faith. Momma and I quickly shot her a glare that silenced her and she went back to reading Dante’s Il Purgato ( in italian no less).

Faith’s home life was a nightmare. She lived in a beat down trailer jut across from Momma and I which she shared with her drunk ass dad. He was a falling down mean drunk who somehow barely kept a job at the town brewery. He would drink himself into a rage and a stupor every night and engage in long fights with Faith . The mother had left years ago, leaving Faith trapped in her wake. Sometimes these fights had turned physical and Faith would sneak into my bedroom window crying with a blackened eye or split lip and cry herself to sleep with me.

Faith all but lived with us now, spending half the week here at a time, only going back to pay the power , cable and buy groceries for her old man. Momma and I were always pressing her to lay charges, but Faith never would and the local police were fools , always siding with the good ole boy rather then the chick connected to pot dealing. He would always be nicer to her when she returned home after 3 or 4 nights with us, but then the fight would start up again and Faith would be camping with us. Thank God he had never touched her sexually, that much we had squeezed out of her.

“ I know ya gotta do what ya gotta do Faith, “ Momma drawled out, “ but there ain’t no way I’m letting my baby girl sling pot..even if it’ that fine ass Canadian shit you’re bogarting right now”

“ Fair enough, “ Faith smiled and handed the joint over.

“ No pot dealing, no titty shaking, glad that clears up those lucrative career paths for a high school girl”, I snorted

“ You’re too young to start the Xaviera Hollander route”, Hope said taking a sip of her beer.

“ The who’s route?”, I asked raising an eyebrow

“ The Happy Hooker” , Hope said with a smirk

“ Bitch”. I said with a laugh smacking her leg.

“ She is getting a lot of practice though” Faith said

“ Hey!”

“She’s almost caught up with me, and I’ve got nearly twenty years on her”, Momma chortled

“ HEY!”

Momma just rolled onto her front and faced Faith who rolled over too so that they were face to face and sharing a joint much closer.

“ There are plenty of summer jobs out there, you just gotta apply yourself.” Momma said taking a toke

“ Wish I could help but the Bijoux isn’t hiring right now”, Hope said not sarcastically, she worked every summer at the town movie theatre, “ but I do have an idea.”

“ This better not involve some kind of joke about me being on my back”, I said finishing off my beer

‘ I’m hurt, really, to the bottom of my black soul”

“ Spill it freak girl”

Faith had taken a huge drag and had pushed her lips to Momma’s to share the toke.