Chapter 2

Heather spent her usual day with the Crocker boys, seeing that they did their chores, watching a little TV with them, then making dinner for them and their father. Jim Crocker arrived home from work around six, and he liked to find dinner on the table.

Heather aimed to please. She was happy to have a job that was so easy and paid such good money, and she quickly learned all of Jim Crocker's favorite foods. Tonight she'd prepared barbecued ribs, roasted potatoes and green beans. Jim's face lit up when she brought the food to the table.

"Well, it looks like I picked the best nanny in the West!" he exclaimed.

"You sure did, Dad!" Darren sighed.

"Yeah, she's super," Andy said, his eyes glazing over with lust as he looked at Heather.

Heather could hardly keep from laughing. She knew what the boys were talking about. She'd given them a little private show that afternoon, and they were still in a daze. But of course their father didn't catch on. He hadn't been there.

"Well, I'm really glad to hear that you guys like Heather," he said. He smiled at the girl. "You're the first nanny they've liked."

"Well, jeez, Dad!" Andy exclaimed. "The others were all so old and crabby!"

"Yeah, real witches," Darren said. "Heather's so nice. She makes us behave, but she never gets mad."

"Well, young lady," Jim chuckled, "I think I oughta give you a raise."

"Oh, don't be silly, Mr. Crocker!" Heather cried. "You pay me too much already!"

She marched back into the kitchen, wanting to get away from all that praise before her head swelled. She was glad she was making the Crocker family happy. Apparently it had been rough for Jim and the boys after his wife died. Now, if Heather could only make herself happy, things would be perfect.

But to do that, she'd have to have Mick flown down from Alaska and chained to her bed.

She left Jim alone with his boys in the evenings. She had her own private room with TV and stereo and VCR. Jim made good money, and he was generous. Heather usually watched TV and went to sleep early, because she had to be up at six to make Jim's breakfast. As she fell asleep that night, she thought again how great it would be to have Mick in her bed.

The next morning, after getting Jim off to work and setting the boys to their chores, Heather started cleaning the house. She began with Darren's bedroom, and she didn't get any farther than that because of the shocking discovery she made there.

She was turning the mattress when the pile of magazines spilled out onto the floor. Heather shuffled through the stack and saw that the magazines were all alike, lurid photos of men and women getting it on. Jim would have a fit if he knew Darren was reading things like that.

So what should she do? It was a tough decision. She sympathized a lot with Darren, because he was dying to know about sex and his father wouldn't let him learn anything. The boy was at an age where he really needed to know the facts, but Jim was stubbornly trying to keep him a little boy. Heather didn't blame Darren for seeking information any way he could get it.

On the other hand, she was his nanny, and she was supposed to carry out his father's orders. The big order was, no information about sex. She'd seen the magazines, and it was her duty to take them away from Darren. She sure felt like an idiot doing it, but she had to follow orders.

She decided it would be best to have a little talk with the boy and make him understand her decision. She opened the window and looked out back where the boys were doing yard work.

"Darren," she shouted, "will you come up here, please? I want to talk to you alone."

"Oh, yeah, Heather, right away," he called eagerly.

Heather felt like an old witch. She wished she'd never seen the dumb magazines. She'd rather forget about them and let the kid go on reading them. He'd probably memorized every page by now anyhow. But she felt that she had to do what his father wanted.

Darren popped into the room and closed the door. His eyes got hot and lusty when he saw his pretty blonde nanny sitting on his bed. Heather could just imagine the fantasies running through his horny little mind. Then he saw the stack of magazines and turned red as a beet.

"They fell out when I was turning your mattress," Heather said. "I think we need to have a little talk."

"Yes, ma'am," Darren sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her. "Just don't tell my Dad, please. You can punish me any way you want, but don't tell Dad. He'll kill me."

"I won't tell your father," Heather said gently. "But you know I have to take these magazines away from you. And I'd like to know why you have them, when you know how much your father would disapprove."

Darren gave a long loud sigh.

"Heather," he said, "do you think it's normal to forbid a guy in high school to date? Do you think it's right not to tell him anything about sex?"

"Hey, Darren, honey, I agree your dad's incredibly old-fashioned," Heather said with a smile. "Believe me, I'm on your side. But he pays my wages. I have to do what he wants."

"Shit!" Darren sighed. "I just wish somebody would give me the straight facts about sex!"

Heather could sure relate to that. The boy had a rieht to know, and he'd be better off if he did know.

"Well, maybe I could help you out," she said. "I guess you know there's a difference between boys and girls."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure what it is," Darren said.

"Oh, come on, Darren!" Heather laughed. "It must be pretty obvious!"

Impulsively she rolled up her t-shirt and let him look at her tightly packed see-through bra. She got his full attention. Then she rolled up his t-shirt, and they stared at each other's chest. That was one obvious difference between boys and girls, and she was sure Darren wouldn't forget the lesson.

But just to make sure he got it, she unhooked her bra and took it off. Darren's mouth fell open. He ogled her luscious big tits and hardly breathed. Heather was sure he'd never paid this much attention in a normal classroom. Maybe she had talent as a teacher. She let him stare a moment longer before she spoke.

"Got it, Darren?" she said, smiling.

"Got it," he said, his voice croaky with lust.

"Okay, let's check out the other differences between girls and boys," Heather said briskly.

She was really enjoying herself. She thought she was doing a good job of teaching the boy about sex. She was so uninhibited and liberated that she couldn't understand his father's puritanical ideas. She didn't realize that she was a total revolution to Darren.

She stood up and removed her t-shirt, then her jeans and panties. Darren gave a low groan as he stared at her beautiful naked body. Then she drew him to his feet and undressed him. He was shaking, and she had a hunch it was due to both shyness and horniness.

"Now look at the big difference," she said.

Darren didn't need to look at his own cock. He knew it was there. He just stared and stared at Heather's cute little blonde bush. While he did that, her eyes were on his cock. She liked looking at cocks. Darren had a nice one, almost man-size, and it was hard, too. That got her pretty excited. She fought to keep her cool.

She finished the anatomy lesson by lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. She wasn't bashful about it. She felt she was just letting the boy know the facts, the big difference between men and women. Darren's eyes got huge as he studied her pretty pink slit and its fine fringe of blonde curls.

"You see the difference?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, ma'am," he said hoarsely.

His cock got even stiffer. It hugged his belly and began to leak thick globs of cream. Heather watched that tasty juicy ooze from his piss hole, and she caught herself drooling. She just loved going down on Mick, and it had been so long since she'd tasted cock cream.

But she reminded herself that she was Darren's nanny, not his girlfriend. She could teach him the facts of life, but it would be wrong to get it on with him. She just let him look while she tried to control her mounting lust. The sight of his hard young cock was driving her wild.

"Oh, shit, Heather!" he groaned. "This is driving me crazy!"

"What do you mean, honey?" she asked.

Darren laughed bitterly and looked down at his painfully engorged cock.

"I mean this," he said.

"Oh, gosh, I guess I should help you out," Heather sighed. "After all, I caused it."

She knew what it was like to be achingly horny and not have a partner. She wouldn't wish that on anybody. She'd made the kid horny, even though she hadn't intended to, and it was her duty to help him. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his dick.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

"Sit down beside me, honey," she said.

He sat instantly. She firmed her grip on his rock-hard prick and began pumping it expertly. Mick had taught her just how to do it. She started off slowly, kind of teasingly, then speeded up. Darren slumped back onto the bed, panting and groaning.

"Feel good?" his pretty nanny asked.

"Shit, yeah!" he croaked.

"That's nice!" Heather smiled. "I'll get you off real fast this way."

She was sure of that, but who'd get her off? She needed to come just as desperately as Darren. As she worked his juicing cock between her fingers, she wished somebody was playing with her pussy. She felt sizzling juice leaking from her cunt and soaking her fever-hot cunt. She began to wriggle and squirm with need.

"Ahhhh, Jesus, that feels good!" Darren sighed.

His cock was red-hot and throbbing in her fist, and it was juicing heavily. He was very close to coming. That was fine for him, but who was going to relieve his sex-starved nanny? Heather was starting to feel pretty desperate. She rubbed her thighs together hard, but that didn't help.

"Darren," she panted, "I want you to do something for me. You have to promise not to tell anybody about it."

"Oh, shit, sure, anything," he babbled.

She grabbed his hand and pressed his middle finger to her throbbing little clit. She rubbed his finger up and down over the engorged button, showing him what she wanted. It was a technique Mick used to get her off, and she just loved it.

"Can you do that for me, honey?" she gurgled.

"No problem!" he panted.

She let go of his hand and let him solo. To her delight, he caught on fast. He rubbed her swollen clit just the way she showed him, and he was almost as good as Mick. She felt hot stabs of pleasure sizzling through her hungry pussy. She soaked his hand with hot cream.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, that's good!" she moaned. "Keep doing it just like that! Get me off!"

"Girls get off?" Darren asked in wonder. "Sure, honey, just like guys!" Heather laughed.

"Boy, I'm sure learning a lot," he said happily.

Heather was happy to teach him. She just hoped he kept his mouth shut about it. She knew his father would just shit if he found out about this. She really shouldn't have asked the boy to get her off, but she had to have it. Just this one time, she told herself.

She ground her engorged clit against his pistoning finger, and she pumped his cock faster in her hot little fist. Darren was groaning steadily, and his prick bucked and drooled in her fingers. She knew the boy was having the time of his life, his first makeout session with a girl.

Well, she was having a pretty good time herself. It wasn't as wild as fucking, but it was nice having a male hand between her legs again. Darren was doing a really good job on her clit, rubbing it faster and faster. She could have come at any second, but she greedily prolonged the pleasure.

"Mmmmm, shit, so good!" she moaned. "You like it?"

"I never wanta stop!" he gasped. "I wish we could do this forever, Heather!"

"Just don't tell," she panted.

"Oh, I promise!" he cried. "Shit, I'd be a fool to blow this!"

That was what Heather figured. Darren would hope for more fun with her, and she'd probably give it to him, so he wouldn't be ratting on her. She kind of liked the idea of giving the boy a sex education plus getting some fun for herself. It was perfect, as long as nobody found out about it.

"Darren," she panted, "stick your finger in my cunt."

He was quiet for a second, and then he said, "I'd love to, Heather, but I don't know where your cunt is."

"Oh, yeah, right," she laughed.

She took his middle finger and slid it up her cream-slick cunt. She worked his hand for a second, showing him how to fingerfuck her, then let go. He caught on right away. He pistoned his finger up and down in her spurting, steaming pussy hole, and she rocketed towards orgasm.

"Unnnnnhhhh, honey, yessssss!" she whimpered. "Keep doing that! I'm gonna come so good!"

"You and me both!" he groaned.

She didn't know how he'd held out this long. Probably he was as greedy for pleasure as she was. But they were both near their limit and about to explode. Heather pumped his cock with lightning speed, and he matched her rhythm with his deeply drilling finger. She felt her body being wracked by massive pleasure spasms.

"Unnnnnhhhh, God-whaaaahhhhh!" she howled.

"Awwwww, shit-awwwwww!" Darren bawled, shooting his load into the air.

They worked on each other as they came, making their mutual climax long and delicious. They were still writhing and panting on the bed when they heard loud knocking at the door, then Andy's voice.

"Hey," the kid brother called out, "what are you guys doing in there? It's way past lunchtime."