I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... difficult it was for him now raising the two little girls and keeping his job as a salesman. Several of the neighborhood women had helped out, but they were not always dependable, and he missed enough days of work to create financial distress for his little family. One Saturday morning in early June, Mrs. Mazzeti knocked on our door. My Mama was out working, and I was cleaning the apartment. I had been looking for a summer job but to no avail; work was tight that year due to another Wall Street financial panic. The money men never seemed to want when these things occurred; only the working families seemed to suffer. "Hello, Lilly, is your Mama home, dear?" asked Mrs. Mazzeti. "No ma'am, today is her long day at Risoli's house for laundry and cleaning." "I wanted to see you anyhow, Lily. Have you found some work yet for the summer?" she asked. "No ma'am, there's just nothing available. I can't even get cleaning work," I said. "Lily, you know Mr. Gross next door, well he needs somebody reliable to watch Gerta and Ingrid while he works during the day. They need some reading and writing lessons over the summer, and he needs someone to cook and clean. He's a very nice young man. Since his wife died, it has been very sad for him. He asked about you," she said. "Me, why Mrs. Mazzeti, I'm just a girl. That's a big job. Would he really trust me with his little girls?" "Lilly, when I was your age I already had two babies and watched my sister's boy. I kept the house, cooked, cleaned ...

... and kept Mr. Mazzeti from straying, if you know what I mean, honey." She paused, then went on," You are also a very presentable young woman and I'm sure he would like to have you helping his daughters rather than some of us old ladies." I felt myself blushing furiously. Mrs. Mazzeti was a dear woman but as Mama said, "She is an earthy lady, child. She loves Mr. Mazzeti and lets all the eligible women know he is 'hands off' and no mistake about it." I think at this time I was attractive although not beautiful. My figure was filling out nicely to the typical Italian girl, an hourglass shape, with rather heavy breasts and a firm derrière.' My long dark hair was perpetually in a bun to keep it from getting in the way when I was cleaning house or doing the clothes. I had just topped five feet that year and might grow another inch although Mama doubted it. I also was told by Mama and other ladies in the area that Mrs. Mazzeti loved to be a matchmaker. I had heard that she thought a great deal of Mr. Gross and that he was her current 'project.' I understood her better than she knew. Was I the hoped-for puzzle piece to finish her next love story? I certainly had what would be called today a 'crush' on Mr. Otto Gross. I liked Mr. Gross. He always said 'Hello' to me and engaged me in a bit of light conversation. His physical appearance was neat, brown hair neatly trimmed, and his clothes cleaned and pressed. Now and then he would let me take Gerta and Ingrid for a walk to the nearby ...