by Lila Younger
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Once I start watching Luna, her sexy father moves to the back of my mind. I’m a natural with kids, and I just love taking care of them. Luna definitely needs caring too. The things she tells me as we spend the day together is positively heartbreaking. She doesn’t realize it of course, because it’s all she’s ever known, but as the adult, I’m very aware that her childhood so far is not normal. For one thing, I’m pretty sure that her mom’s sleeping with a drug dealer, and neglects Luna on a regular basis to get high. I mean, the kid seemed to think that food comes from a microwave only. She was shocked to see a fridge filled with all sorts of food and such, and even more so when I made her a grilled cheese. I mean, what kind of kid doesn’t know what grilled cheese is?!
And you should have seen her expression when I allowed her to decide what we’d do together. Clearly her mother has never played anything with her nor let her do much of anything. It’s just heartbreaking to hear about. I want to help her somehow, but I’m not sure what I can do, or what I am allowed to do. After all, it’s not like she’s my daughter. Since I was allowed to take Luna out though, I decide to go to the library with her. The poor girl has never seen a storybook. So of course we borrow tons of them to take home.
We’re reading a classic, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, when I hear the door open and Carter calls out.
“Living room,” I holler back.
He pops his golden head through the doorway. Luna sees him, but instead of running over, she stays next to me.
“I got pizza,” he says. “I figured that everyone likes pepperoni right?”
“Definitely,” I say. My stomach gives a rumble. Lunch suddenly seems very far away. “Come on Luna, I’ll finish the story after we eat.”
She pouts for a moment, but I think she’s hungry too, because she relents without a fuss and we head into the kitchen together. I’m glad that Luna is here with us, because she calms me down, keeps me focused on my job as the babysitter. Otherwise I’d be scorched by the Carter’s gaze. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but my back straightens instinctively, breasts out, displaying myself to him. But can I really be blamed when he looks that good?
At least conversation is easy. We mostly talk to Luna, trade small talk. It turns out that Carter works at a law firm, which explains the impeccably tailored suits, and I tell a white lie about how I’m working to afford my next semester of tuition. When he asks me what I’m studying for, I don’t say lawyer or doctor, but that I’m still thinking about it.
“You have time,” he says, surprising me. Every other adult in my life has been pressuring me to make a decision. “You should enjoy it. Figure out what you really want so you don’t waste time and money on things that don’t matter.”
“Thanks,” I say. “You’re probably the first person I’ve met so far that thinks that way.”
The conversation flows on pleasantly until finally dinner is finished. Luna yawns.
“I think it’s time for bed,” I say.
“But what about the story!” she exclaims. “I want my story!”
“We can do a story before bedtime,” I say. I glance at Carter, who nods. “How about that?”
Reluctantly Luna agrees, so I troop up the grand curving staircase onto the second floor. The hallway goes in two directions, and Luna leads the way to her bedroom. It’s obviously a guest room, painted a soft lilac color, with pictures of flower fields on the walls and a white bedspread on the gigantic king size bed. I was right about the fact that every bedroom has their own ensuite. The purple theme continued into the four piece bathroom.
“Wow,” I say. “This sure is fancy. Like a princess’s bathroom.”
“It is,” Luna says regally. “I am a princess.”
“That you are,” I say with a smile. “Now let’s get going on this bath.”
Bath and bed go quicker than I’m used to because Luna doesn’t have any bath toys. I make a mental note to tell Carter so we can maybe get her some tomorrow, and I read stories to her once she’s dressed in her new nightgown and I’ve braided her hair. We read together at least three stories, her small body snuggled up against mine. I feel so at peace that I could have stayed there forever, but Luna starts to drop off as I finish up the third story about Rainbow Fish, one of my favorites when I was a kid. Even though I know she’s not my kid, I can’t help but give her a little kiss at the top of her head. I carefully ease myself out of the bed, turn off the lamp, and head out.
“Well, that’s all taken care of,” I say when I get back to the kitchen.
Carter’s put away the rest of the pizza, and everything’s already loaded into the dishwasher, which is humming along. He turns away from the back porch and walks over to me.
“Thanks for doing that,” he says. “She seems to have taken to you so much. Maybe even more than me.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” I reply, allowing myself a little peek into those gorgeous blue eyes of his again. “She talked about you all day.”
I swallow hard, my heartbeat doubling as I lose myself in his eyes. I have no idea what to do here. It’s probably time for me to go, but I want to stay in his presence just a little bit longer. His gaze drops down to my mouth, my body, before raising back up to me.
“Anyways, she does think you’re amazing,” I repeat again because I need a moment to collect my thoughts. “Is there anything you want to talk about for tomorrow or should I go?”
He reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Stay,” he commands.
Jade
The air crackles with tension.
The air heats up.
The way he looks at me, like he wants to take me right here in the kitchen tells me that he’s not thinking about babysitting at all. My body has suddenly stopped working, including my tongue.
“I saw the way you were looking at me at dinner,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
“I wasn’t,” I say automatically, but I’m beet red. Who was I kidding? Of course I was. I’ve been staring since yesterday.
“Really? Because I was. And I think you have been too.”
His thumb rubs up against my inner wrist, and it’s the most charged thing anyone has done to me… well ever. We’re inches apart, within kissing distance really. My heart’s sped up even more, or maybe I’m having a heart attack, because I’m finding it hard to breathe too.
“You were, you were looking?” I say, pieces of what he’s saying filtering slowly into my brain.
“I want to do a whole lot more than look,” he says. He brings my hand to the tent in his pants. Oh god, I’m actually touching his erection. It’s hot and hard and huge and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with it. I would run away but Carter’s hand hasn’t let me go.
“Tell me Jade, do you still want to go home?” he says.
“No,” I whisper.
His lips descend on mine, a kiss that’s soft at first, but then more insistent. I’m frozen on the spot. I know I should be kissing back, but it takes me a few moments to really register the pleasure he’s sparking in my body. I lift my hands and gingerly place them on his shoulders, holding on as he sucks gently on my lower lip. I wanted this more than anything, and now that it’s here I just want it go on forever. His hands pull me closer to his taut body as he kisses me along my jaw, the sensitive hollow of my neck. I can’t help but gasp, zings of pleasure making me gush between my legs.
My eyes close, letting the feeling of his lips on my skin take over, as he slowly unzips my hoodie and pushes it off my shoulders. It drops on the floor. His tongue licks my neck, and I gasp.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says softly.
“I want you.”
I want him to touch me, kiss me, and lick me everywhere. But not here. It was too open, too risky. Carter leads me upstairs, fast as we can go. I almost trip up the staircase I’m so excited. We tumble together into the first bedroom on the second floor. I fumble with his buttons, unused to taking them off of anybody,
until he takes over. My clothes are just as hard, the button of my jeans like some foreign thing, until we crash together onto the bed.
Carter kisses me again. It’s a forceful kiss, full of unsated need, and it lights me on fire. Heat burns through my body, spreading to the tips of my toes. His tongue pushes against my lips, and when I part them, we tangle together. I’m drowning in him, going under, but I can’t let go. This is what I’ve been missing out on all my life. I cling onto him tightly, pressing my body against him, against that huge cock straining insistently against my thigh.
I can feel his hand moving over my curves, cupping my ass to him, before reaching for my drenched panties. The rough pads of his fingers slide over my lips, swollen and aching. I whimper, each touch sending a bolt of lust through me. He does it again, a sinuous stroke up and down that causes another gush to flow out of me. I want him to do more, but I don’t know how to say it, or ask for what it is.
“Carter,” I whimper. “I need. Please. I just-”
“Say it,” he says as he takes his finger away. I whimper again. “Tell me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know! I’ve never done this before!” bursts out of my mouth.
The grin drops off his face.
“You’ve never done this before?”
I nod, embarrassment making it hard to meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry if I-if I misled you,” I mumble.
He says nothing for a minute, and I risk a glance. He doesn’t look angry, just surprised.
“What is it?”
“I’m just wondering how it’s possible someone as beautiful and caring as you can still be a virgin,” he says. “You had to have boys all over you at university.”
“There was maybe one or two,” I admit. “But it just didn’t feel right. It’s not that I wanted it to be all special or anything. I just didn’t want to be disappointed.”
At that Carter breaks out into a smile.
“I can promise that won’t happen,” he says.
He gives me a kiss, gentler this time, as his hand reaches for my bra, popping the hook in one fluid motion. My breasts bounce free, and he rolls the hard nub between his fingers. Sheer want flows from the stiff peaks down to my throbbing clit massaged by his thumb. It’s a loop of desire that ramps everything back up to full volume, as if we’ve never stopped. This, this is what I need. I try to communicate that with my hands, holding onto him desperately, trying to pull him closer even as our skin touches skin. I’m spinning out of control, I know, but there’s nothing to do but ride it out to the very end.
Carter finally pulls my panties down, and then they’re there, stroking my clit, slipping inside of me. I cry out, rocking my hips out of instinct, out of pure need against him as they stretch me open for the very first time. His strokes are slow and steady, making me almost scream with pleasure. And then, oh god, he slips another finger in, and the sensation magnifies tenfold, a heady mix of pain and pleasure as he works on me, prepares me for him. It’s everything I want, and more.
I’ve lost use of my mouth, my tongue, and all I can do is keep moaning, keep gasping as he slides his fingers in and out of my entrance, teasing me with strokes faster then slower. I can’t believe I’m like this, a ball of wanton desire, me! Shy, boring, Jade. And then he removes his fingers, and I’m almost crying at the loss of his touch. But then I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and then Carter returns, his cock bumping up against my still too tight hole. Overwhelming need prevents me from stopping him, from being scared of what might happen when he tries to breach me.
“I’m going to make you mine Jade, and when I do, we can never go back.”
He’s not asking. It’s a promise. My whole body tenses with anticipation as he pushes the head against me, and then forces the blunt tip of his cock inside of me. I cry out as he breaks through, curling my whole body against him, pulling him into me even as I want to push him away. He eases himself forward, slowly but relentlessly, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt inside of me. He kisses my neck, whispering softly to me as my body accepts him, takes all of him. He shifts himself slightly, pushing even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You good baby?” he asks roughly. The muscles of his back are tense. It’s taking everything to keep himself under control for me I know.
“Yes,” I say hoarsely. “Yes.”
And with that he begins to fuck me, sliding almost all the way out before ramming himself into me again. He’s massive, stretching me open, splitting me apart as he drives me to new heights of pleasure. Just when I can take no more, he pulls out again and thrusts into me. I take him, all of him, over and over, his muscular body covering mine as he pins me to the mattress with his cock. Pleasure races through my veins, my whole body coming alive as he fills me up. My pussy clings to his shaft, scorching hot inside of me. I clench my body, bearing down on him, forcing him to fuck me harder. His breath comes in ragged pants, his moving with precision as he strikes that deepest part of me, bringing us to the edge again and again and oh, oh, the pressure lifts and I come, my vision bursting into stars that pop into darkness. My body is shaking with searing hot heat as I tumble into an abyss of pleasure that never ends. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but experience what his cock does to me. Warmth floods through me, and then I feel Carter go rigid, his thrusts finally slowing as he finishes.
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Wow, I think. Is this what people mean when they say sex is mind blowing? It had to be. I’m literally so tired and blissed out that I’m having trouble stringing two thoughts together. Carter was nothing like my own awkward fumbling in the dark. My eyes fall onto the clock on the bedside table.
“Oh no!” I say, sitting bolt upright. “I have to go.”
“Not yet,” Carter says, kissing my back and shoulders. “There’s a lot more I want to do to you.”
“I was supposed to be home hours ago. My mom is going to freak out.”
“You’re an adult,” he says, biting down on my neck just hard enough to send a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “You can do whatever you want.”
“I wish,” I mumble. “Long as I’m living under her roof, it’s her rules. Besides, it’s my first night on the job. She’s bound to be a little worried I’m halfway across town in a single man’s house.”
“She was right to be worried.”
His breath ghosts past my ear and I close my eyes, my nipples standing to attention. I want to stay so badly. I want to explore this whole new world of sensation and feeling that Carter’s opened up to me. But I can’t.
I turn around to him and try to control my emotions. God, he looks amazing.
“I’m sorry,” I say at last.
I quickly get out of the bed so that I can’t change my mind, putting my bra and panties back on. Carter rolls out of bed too, pulling on a pair of jeans that sit on his hips perfectly. Together we head back to the front door.
“You’ll come back tomorrow then,” he says roughly.
“Of course,” I say. “Noon right?”
“That’s right.” His eyes hold me for one more second before he releases me. Opening up the door, He lets me go through, then stands in the doorway as I get into my car. His bronzed, lean body is perfection, and for half a second I really do think about jumping back into those muscular arms. He gives me a wave as I start the car, then heads back inside.
The drive home is easy and quiet. There isn’t much traffic at all tonight, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. My body aches, especially between my legs, a subtle reminder that I’m no longer a virgin.
“Holy. Crap,” I say softly as I wait at a red light. “I’m no longer a virgin.”
For some reason, it feels like it should be a bigger deal or something. And yet, everything is still the same. Nothing is changed, but my whole world is different. My hand skims over my breast, my pussy. Did I really let a man do all those things to me? Did I really cry out his name as wildly as I did? I had always thought that sort of moaning ha
ppened only in porno’s, but Carter simply made it impossible for me to feel self-conscious or insecure. It was that good.
I turn onto the quiet street I live on. Most of the houses had their living room lights on, looking warm and cozy from where I am on the outside. I wouldn’t mind a home like this one day, on a family friendly street where kids could play street hockey without worry, a three bedroom Craftsman with crown molding and history, and a husband and two kids (one boy one girl of course). That’s all very far off in the future though, especially from where I’m sitting. I still have to finish university, then law school or medical school, and then maybe even a residency or whatever else before I could even think about settling down.
My parent’s home is the last one at the end of the cul-de-sac. A basketball hoop sits in the driveway. It’s a picture perfect image of the American dream. As soon as I turn off the engine, the front door flies open and my mom comes out.
“Where were you Jade?” she asks. “I’ve been calling.”
“Sorry. I did send you a text. It must not have gone through.” I say, brushing past her to head inside the house. The smell of chocolate chip cookies greet me, making my mouth water. My mom loves to bake, and I’m pretty starved after all the physical exertion of tonight.
“You’re avoiding the question. Where were you?”
“Just out with friends. I got paid and figured it’d be nice to go out and enjoy myself a little.”
Ever since I went to college, I’ve been dreading coming home. My mom’s rules are so stifling, and I feel like she treats me like the teenager I no longer am. I wasn’t even a rebellious kid! No sneaking out, no bad grades, nothing. So I really don’t understand why my mom always treats me as though I need the discipline.
“How’s the job hunt?” she says, switching tracks. “I don’t like that you’re a babysitter. That’s hardly the job we sent you off to university for.”
