A Heart's Desire

This is a work of fiction, even though some experiences may have actually happened. This story involves a Mormon high school senior losing her virginity to her boss, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

Do you know those stories where a single father seduces his babysitter? Well, this isn't one of those. In fact, it was me who seduced him. I guess I should back up a bit and tell you about us and how we got to that point before I go too far into details.

My name is Amy Miller. I have never caused my parents any trouble, and I got decent grades in school (a B average for my high school grades). I was in my senior year the first time that Bill asked me to babysit his children. Bill Smith's wife had died suddenly about a year before, and he was left alone with two small children to raise. Beth was three years old and Tommy was two years old. Both of them were sweethearts, and they loved their daddy very much. I knew them from church, as Bill went to the same ward as where my parents and I went.

I really had no ambitions to go to college, and I have always believed that the highest calling a woman could strive for was to be a good wife and mother (and I still do believe that). Yes, I know. That isn't typical for most teenage girls in America. But then, I probably wasn't a typical teenage girl. I had loved Bill for a long time. The way he was with his children made him an ideal husband and father in my eyes.

I had known his wife, Mary, as well, before she died, but she had always seemed somewhat stand-offish to me. It was probably my imagination, but it seemed as if she thought she was better than others. Then again, I shouldn't say anything. Those were my thoughts, and not necessarily how she felt. She just seemed distant, but maybe that was due to other factors.

When Mary died, Bill was heartbroken. There were several women who tried to ease their way into his life, but he wasn't ready for another relationship. He brought his children to church, but other than that, we didn't see him much. Mary's mother took care of the children most days while Bill was at work, and he and his children mostly spent their evenings alone at home.

A little over a year after Mary died was the first time Bill asked me to babysit his children. He had some sort of evening business meeting that he had to attend. He knew me from church, and he knew that I was good with children, since I worked in the nursery at church. Besides that, his two children also knew me, and they liked me. I didn't need any other recommendations.

I showed up at their home an hour before I actually had to be there. Bill was surprised, but when I explained that I did it so he could get ready to leave without having to worry about the children, he was really pleased. He told me, "Thank you," before he left for his Friday night meeting. The evening went smoothly. I played with the children, fed them dinner and gave them baths before bed time. Then, I read them a bed time story before tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. I knew that it would be late before Bill came home, so I brought a book with me to keep me busy.

When Bill returned home, it was late (as in well after midnight). Luckily, he had texted me that he would be running late because of the meeting, so I wasn't worried about him. When he finally rolled in, we talked for a bit. He was a total gentleman, and we mainly talked about the children and what he did for a living. He was very impressed with how his two children seemed to love me, and I told him the feeling was mutual. After all, what was not to love about these two little cuties?

The more we talked, the more I was attracted to him as well. Bill was very handsome, and he was extremely gentle as well. That seemed to me to be a rare combination. The fact that he was also single made him that much more desirable to me. In addition, he seemed to be very interested in me and he wanted to know all about my future plans. I told him that I wanted to be a good wife and mother, that I thought that was my calling in life. I told him that my greatest ambition was to find a good man who would love me for all eternity. He asked how I would find that man, and I told him that I may have already found him.

Some people worry about age difference between men and women as something of a big deal, but I didn't see it that way. Even though I was still in high school, I was technically an adult. Therefore, I should be allowed to choose any available man to be my mate. From what I could see, Bill ticked all of the requirements that I had for a potential husband. The fact that he already had two children was just proof that he would be a good father to however many future children we had together.

So, I started to think about how I could convince him that I would be a good choice for a wife and a good mother to his children. As we talked, I formulated my plans. I told him that I would be graduating in a week or so, and that I would be happy to take care of his children for him. He immediately said that he couldn't afford a full-time babysitter, to which I just smiled.

"I didn't say that I wanted money," I said. "I love Tommy and Beth, and I would be honored to allowed to care for them."

Bill was astounded. At first, he didn't know what to say. "Can I think about it and get back to you?" he asked. I could see that he was very conflicted. He wasn't sure that he was ready for another woman in his life, but his mother-in-law had told him that she couldn't take care of the children much longer because she had plans for the summer. Then again, I didn't know that at the time.

"Of course," I replied. "I won't be available for about another week anyway." Our conversation soon ended, and I walked back to my parents' home. My mother was still up waiting for me. "Hi, Mom." I greeted her.

We sat and talked for a while, and of course I told her about the offer I had made to Bill. She listened to me, and then she asked, "Are you sure that you want to make this commitment?"

I told her that I was sure, and that I hoped that it would turn into more than just babysitting. She was, of course, curious about my feelings toward Bill, and I was completely honest with her. Again, she patiently listened and then replied, "Amy, it sounds like you know your heart and your mind. I have nothing bad to say about Bill because I think he is one of the sweetest men that I know. Just make sure that you think clearly about what you do and how it will affect your future." After we finished our discussion, I went up to bed.

It had been a long day, and I wanted to shower before going to bed. I couldn't believe how good the water felt as it cascaded down over my body. I set about scrubbing myself clean, and as my hands wandered over my breasts, I was surprised at how erect my nipples were. I thought about it, and I concluded that the thoughts I had that evening about Bill had turned me on. When I touched the folds of my pussy, that was confirmed.

I had always been happy with my body. My mother was still an attractive woman with a great shape even in her forties, so I knew that I had good genetics. I was 5'6'' tall, and weighed 115 lbs. My measurements were 34C-22-34, so I had a good shape. I had a girl-next-door look, not quite a beauty queen, but also far from ugly. I had dates in high school, but I never had a steady boyfriend. I had just never before been attracted in that way.

After I showered and dried myself, I looked at myself in the mirror. Would Bill find me attractive? I certainly hoped so. My tummy was flat and my breasts were nicely rounded. I had been shaving my pubic hair since was 13 and it first started to grow in. I didn't want it to ever show when I wore a swimming suit, and I actually liked the look and feel of a smooth pussy. So, when I was 16, I had my pubic hair lasered (with my mother's permission). It actually took three treatments before the effect was permanent, and now I no longer had to worry about pubic hair because it no longer grew back. I had heard that men liked this in a woman, but I had no idea if that was true. For me, though, it just felt cleaner and looked better.

I put on my nightie and crawled into my bed. I was still somewhat aroused, and I couldn't help but touch myself after I was under the sheet. My thoughts were of Bill, and I imagined him in bed with me. My hand became his hand and he was tweaking my nipples. I felt funny in my pussy, and I was a little surprised when I realized how wet I was down there. The first touch sent shivers through my body as I imagined him stroking me there.

In our religion, it was considered a serious sin to masturbate, or at least that was the message that we received when we were growing up. Supposedly, your body was a temple, and abusing it somehow desecrated that temple. The truth (from what I heard) was that pretty much everybody did it, regardless of what the Church said. I guess there are sins that you should pay attention to (because they are also against the law) and sins that can be ignored (because there are no real consequences)

Anyway, I couldn't help it. I was totally turned on, and I needed to relieve the tension. One hand caressed my nipples and the other hand stroked my pussy. I concentrated on my inner labia and clitoris. I was still a virgin, so there was no way I could stick anything (including my finger) up into my vagina. My hymen was still very much intact, and I intended to keep it that way until I committed to the man who would become my husband.

Therefore, I simply rubbed my clitoris and the rest of my vulva until I came. I was sure that it had to be a lot better with a man, but I would have to wait for that. As I came down from my orgasm, I was suddenly very tired, and I soon fell asleep.

In the morning, I went over to Bill's home to ask if I could watch the children for him. I can only credit inspiration. It turned out that he had work to do from the meeting the night before, and he was struggling with the children, so he happily accepted. I went with Beth and Tommy to the family room while Bill retreated into his home office. Beth and Tommy played well, both of them having agreeable personalities. They were willing to play whatever game I suggested. We even spent a little bit of time and the swing set in the back yard. Tommy really loved the slide.

A little before noon, the children said they were hungry, so we went into the kitchen to fix some lunch. After searching through the refrigerator and cupboards, I found the needed ingredients to put together macaroni and cheese from scratch. That is always a crowd favorite with children, and adults even like it the way I make it. Soon, I had a pot of macaroni and cheese ready to be served. I set the table, put the children in their booster seats at the table, and went to get Bill. I told him that we needed him to bless the meal.

Bill immediately noticed that I had set the table for four, and sat down at the head of the table. Before praying over the food, Bill leaned over the smell the pot of macaroni and cheese. "Something tells me that this didn't come from a regular mac and cheese box," he said.

As soon as the blessing was finished, I dished up portions for each of us. Of course, the children immediately tore into their lunches, and Bill was very pleased by their reactions. "You must be a very good cook to get that reaction from these two. They are usually very picky eaters."

"I guess you'll have to try it for yourself to see why they like it," I replied.

Bill took a spoonful of the mixture into his mouth, and a smile immediately spread across his face. He said nothing for a few minutes while he continued to eat his lunch. Finally, he set his spoon down and looked at me. "Amy, this is the best macaroni and cheese I have ever tasted. It could be served in any high-end restaurant in the world, and it would get rave reviews."

Of course, I blushed. "It is just a recipe I learned from my Grandma."

"Do you have other recipes that you learned from your Grandma?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "She taught me many recipes."

We continued with lunch, and luckily, I had made enough for seconds, because everybody wanted them. It made me really happy that they liked my cooking so much. When we were finished, Bill tried to help me to clear the table, but I told him that I would rather do it myself. He gave me a surprised look, and I explained, "A man's job is to provide for his family. A woman's job is to make sure that family is well-cared-for. Cooking and cleaning are part of caring."

Bill smiled and started to walk back to his office, but then he turned and came back to my side. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "What did I do to deserve having an angel dropped into my home? I need to find out so she will stay."

I smiled. "Bill, I will stay for as long as you wish. I love you and your children, or didn't you already realize that?"

Bill went into shock. "No," he replied. "I didn't realize that. What does your loving me and my children actually mean to you?"

"It means that I would love to be a part of this family, and all that goes with that." I responded. "I would love to be sealed to you for all eternity."

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure? If I were to marry you in the temple, you would be second in eternity to Mary. Would you be OK with that?"

"Yes," I replied. "I have thought about this for a very long time. I just recently gathered enough courage to follow through."

Beth tugged on Bill's pants leg. "Daddy, please marry Amy. I want her to be our new mommy. I miss having a mommy so much."

"Well, Amy," Bill said. "I would normally think that this would be absolutely crazy, but for some reason, this seems totally right to me. I suspect that is Mary letting me know that she is in favor of me marrying you. If I were to ask for your hand, would you marry me?"

"Yes," I replied without delay. "Nothing would make me happier."

Bill took me in his arms. "I guess I should give you a real kiss then." Suddenly, we were standing there in an embrace, Bill giving me the most wonderful kiss with two small children wrapped around our legs and cheering us on. Of course, I had been kissed before on dates in high school, but this was the first kiss that seemed to melt my soul. This was different. I had never in my life felt closer to another person, and his kiss seemed to connect our spirits.

When Bill broke the kiss, he backed up a step, still holding my hands, and asked, "Amy Ann Miller, will you marry me?"

"Yes, Bill," I replied. "I will marry you. When can we do it?"

Beth and Tommy were still dancing around us in excitement. Bill kissed me again, and then said, "Let's talk with the bishop tomorrow. You will need a temple recommend, and we will need to schedule a time at the temple. With all of the new temples that have been built, we could probably get married this week, if you wish."

"Would you like me to spend the night here with you tonight?" I asked. "I would if you want."

Bill laughed, "While that would certainly be fun, I think we should wait until we are married. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to marry in the temple. If you can get a temple recommend tomorrow, let's try to set the wedding for Wednesday."

I smiled up at him. "OK. I will tell my parents what is happening this afternoon, and I'm sure I can rent a wedding dress for Wednesday."

"Will your parents will think I am robbing the cradle?" Bill asked. "After all, you haven't even graduated from high school yet."

I smiled again. "I don't think you need to worry about that. I already told my mother that I want to marry you, and she approved of my choice. My father thinks you are absolutely wonderful. I think he admires the way you live your life and raise little Beth and Tommy."

"If we get married on Wednesday, you should probably go home right now and go with your mother to a bridal shop for the dress. Otherwise, there is no way it would be ready for Wednesday. I will call now and make arrangements at the temple and ask for an appointment with the bishop tomorrow."

"Alright," I replied. "I will go home, if I can have one more kiss before I go. It just so happens that my father is home, so I can talk with them both. As a matter of fact, maybe you and the children should come with me to talk with my parents."

Bill pondered that for a moment and then said, "I agree. We will ask your parents together. First, I will call the bishop and the temple." As soon as he finished the phone calls, he leaned down and kissed me again before we left the house. It was just a short walk to my parents' home. My mother met us at the door, and I asked her to call my dad to the living room, so we could talk to both of them.

Once we were all seated, Bill went right to the topic we wanted to discuss. He told my parents that we would like their permission to marry. My mother smiled and said, "I know that is exactly what Amy wants. She already told me."

"Wow," my father responded. "It is sudden, but you have my blessing. Amy would have to look a long time to find a better man. When do you two want to get married?"

I told them that we wanted to get married on Wednesday. My father laughed. "That isn't enough time to set up a reception. I take it that you don't care about that. That will certainly save me a lot of money."

"That's right," I replied. "We just want a simple wedding."

My father turned to Bill. "What arrangements have you made? This is very short notice."

Bill smiled. "I already set up an appointment with the bishop tomorrow for a recommend interview for Amy, and I already set times on Wednesday at the temple for endowments and the wedding ceremony. We will need to visit the county clerk on Monday for a marriage license and to visit a jeweler for rings, and Sister Miller will need to take Amy to a bridal shop to rent a wedding dress. I figured I will have a good friend of mine take the wedding pictures. He isn't a professional, but he takes beautiful pictures. I have seen his work. We don't need a reception because it will be a small wedding party, and it is too short of notice to arrange anything nice."

"It sounds like you have thought about this," my father commented. "Why so quick?"

"Well," Bill replied. "We have already established that we love each other. Beth and Tommy need a mommy, and Amy already volunteered to take care of them for the summer, so she was going to be at my home a lot anyway. Beth and Tommy already love Amy as well. I want to marry Amy in the temple, so it wouldn't be a good idea to create temptations that would prevent that. I'm afraid that having Amy so close to me during the summer would create way too many temptations that neither of us could withstand. Therefore, the quicker the better."

My father smiled. "Bill, the more I get to know about you, the more I like you. You have our permission to marry our daughter."

Beth and Tommy, who had been very quiet this whole time, erupted with excitement. My mother asked them, "Are you happy about this?"

Beth answered, "Oh, yes. We love Amy," and then added, "but we will call her Mommy from now on." Tommy just smiled and nodded his agreement.

My father shook Bill's hand as he left to take Beth and Tommy home. Then, my mother and I drove to a bridal shop. They said this was very short notice, but if they had a dress that wouldn't require a lot of alteration, they could do it. As it turned out, the dress selection was very easy. My mother then took me shopping for everything else I would need.