The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 1

'Now be very, very quiet…' I whispered, closing the Johanssen's big wooden front door behind us. Let me explain; us is me and my boyfriend, Wes. I've always known him as Wes even though he used to be my teacher only three years ago. That's right, my teacher! Well substitute teacher anyway. My name's Stacey McGill and I first met Wesley Ellenburg in Maths class when I was thirteen and we flirting started almost immediately. At first he was loathe to start a relationship (I love that expression, loathe, it means not wanting to) but at the start of this year we started seeing each other secretly. It has to be secret - he's twenty five!

We tippy-toed our way into the Johanssen's living room. This was incredibly risky. It's hard to maintain a secret relationship when you're fifteen and we'd resorted to meeting at my Baby Sitters Club jobs. At first it was all very chaste but recently we'd started performing sex acts on each other. It's funny, all us girls at the BSC (that stands for Baby Sitter's Club of which I'm a member, but more about that later) have become sexually active at around the same time. Apparently, even Mary Anne went and visited Logan in the middle of the night and they've been fooling around. She says she might even loose her virginity to him soon. Even the ugliest member of BSC, little Mallory Pike performed oral sex on her cousin last summer. She's also the weirdest member- she carries a photo of his penis in her handbag!

Anyway, I knew we didn't have much time before Dr. Johanssen came home so I wanted to start right away. I let my fingers slide down to Wes's crotch and I teased him in what I hoped would be a provocative manner.

'Oh my fucking god you're so hot!' he said, speaking as loudly as he dared. I loved it when he talked dirty to me. I started unbuttoning his tight black shirt desperately wanting to rub my hands over his hard abdominal muscles.

'Oh Stacey, I love how you're so sophisticated and always know which outfits to wear…' he whispered. Somehow Wes always knows what to say to get me horny. I could feel the familiar warm and wet sensation spread in between my legs. His shirt now off, my concentration focussed on his penis. I unzipped his jeans and eased his erection out of his pants. I was by now quite practised at the routine and felt quite at ease kneeling down and taking his member in my mouth.

'Oh fuck me!' Charlotte Johanssen's unmistakable voice cut the air like a knife. I immediately stopped what I was doing and turned to look at my eleven year old charge.

'Oh…oh… it's not what it looks like', offered Wes weakly.

'Oh really? Cos it kind of looked like you were fucking Stacey's mouth,' stated Charlotte matter-of-factly. She turned to face me. 'What do you think you are doing bringing strange men to my home, Stace? I mean besides the nymphomania problem.'

'I'm so sorry Charlotte, I'm sorry you had to see that.' It was all I could think of to say.

'I'd better be going.' uttered Wes meekly as he zipped himself up.

'No you don't buster. Ever hear of a thing called statutory rape? My mum's one thing but the law's something else.'

I couldn't believe my ears. Little Charlotte had grown a lot in the last few years but this was incredibly mature. My life started to flash before my eyes. If the police got involved Wes might go to gaol. The BSC's reputation would be ruined. I'd probably be sent to live with my dad and I'd never get to see the love of my life again. We had to keep this kid quiet.

'What do you want?' Wes had also sensed the blackmail situation we had gotten ourselves into.

'Dunno. How much do you earn, chuckles?'

'I'm a teacher, I…'

'Figures. Still no excuse for those ugly jeans. OK, I respect your profession so I'll give you a discount. Won't be cheap though. The going rate for damaging my fragile mind with your excuse for an erect cock is… oh I'd say a quarter of a million dollars.'

An expression of anger darkened Wes's face. He walked up to Charlotte in a vain attempt to intimidate her.

'That's ludicrous! I'm not gonna pay that!' Wes yelled.

'Enjoy getting but-fucked in gaol then.' smirked Charlotte.

An expletive left Wes's lips as he brought his hand down across her face. I screamed as Charlotte's head jerked backwards as she lost her footing and fell with a worryingly loud thump on the floor. I rushed over to see if she was OK.

'Oh my god what am I gonna do! I can't go to gaol!' Wes cried, his head in his hands.

I was more worried about Charlotte. I tried to pick her up but she didn't move. It was then I started to panic. She didn't appear to be breathing.

'Oh my fucking God, Wes! I think you killed her!'

To be continued...