Babysitting: the Day After

All characters are over 18 years of age. This story is a fictional account.

Hopefully, you've enjoyed the previous stories in the series. If not, let me catch you up. It was a month since my eighteenth birthday. My senior year was winding down. I had already been accepted to college. Being a computer geek, I had focused on grades and not boys. I became a cheerleader in my Junior year. My small size (4'10", 90lbs) made me perfect for a flyer(the girl that gets launched into the air). I also got involved in the theater. These two activities increased my social life. I still maintained my virginity. I recently started babysitting for a couple in the neighborhood, The Wasserman's. I became infatuated with the husband, Victor. He has promised me he will take my virginity and make it special. He planned a special night for me. The night came, and it started with me losing my virginity. It was amazing. But I discovered it was a night he had planned, not just a moment. We went out, and I decided to try whatever came to my mind. I became an uninhibited slut. Victor took me to a sex club. I played as a dirty slut all night. We went to bed weary and tired. But the most extraordinary thing was falling asleep in his arms.

I woke up in the darkness. My eyes stayed shut, knowing my day would begin to end when I opened them. I felt Victor's body next to me. I lay cuddled against him. I breathed in his musky scent. His caring arm was still wrapped around me. I was wrong. I thought the most special moment would be losing my virginity to him. Lying naked in his arms as we drifted off to sleep topped that. Waking up in bed with him was even better. I had never slept in bed with a boy. With a man, I corrected myself. My hand ran across his broad, muscular chest. I was going to lay here till the hotel staff carried me out. God, this felt incredible. Jennifer is so lucky she gets this all the time. Do not think of her. Do not think of anything, but this incredible moment right here, my mind told me. My body pressed against him; each inch that touched him savored the feeling.

Victor shifted and rolled to his side, facing me. I snuggled up against his body. He moved and adjusted, enveloping me with his leg wrapped over me. Oh my god, it just got better. I nestled myself against him. I didn't move. I was wide awake. Eyes closed shut. Body wrapped up in a Victor blanket. Fuck losing my virginity, this was the best moment. I rested quietly in his arms, praying to God to add twenty-four more hours to the day. It could have been hours that I lay motionless, relishing the seconds in his arms. I knew in reality it was only about twenty minutes when he stirred. I prayed he would not roll off of me.

He did only slightly. But I discovered something new. Something I had heard and read about. Morning wood. Victor's cock was rock solid and poking me in my lower back. It was so hard I thought it was the TV remote. I reached to move it out of the way. When I touched it, I realized and smiled. I moved and adjusted so it was poking me in the right spot. It twitched as I slid it between my legs. I spread slightly and let the unguided rigid shaft poke where it should. I moved my hips so my lips slid along the shaft. My awakening pussy was getting stroked by the hardness whose owner slumbered next to me. Just one or two light touches and my body produced the lubrication it needed. Now, I was working my hips to rub myself on this beautiful morning wood. The shaft slid easily along my warming, wet flesh. Fuck that felt good. Victor shifted, and his manhood followed. I had been sliding forward and had started pressing back. He had shifted a little and then stopped. His cock popped up. I slid back. The slick head wet with my juices poked against my asshole. I exhaled deeply as the masterless rod pressed and then slid along my anus. The pleasure was incredible. My mind flashed to Mark's thumb, which had penetrated my ass the night before. Chills flowed through me. I rubbed back again. The pleasure was just as good.

I had read about anal sex and seen videos. But until Mark's thumb, I had never even thought of anything entering me there. Now my body was pressing, allowing Victor's cock to slide against my backdoor. It felt perfect. My mind considered pushing against him and forcing his cock into my new virgin territory. I shivered and slowly pulled away. Not yet. Another time. Indeed, when he is awake, I wanted Victor to enjoy taking that from me as much as he did my original cherry. Besides, maybe that will garner another special night. I smiled to myself, remembering the last 24 hours. I still had a problem. I was now soaking wet.

I shifted slowly around, careful not to wake my slumbering god. I twisted, so I faced him. I opened my eyes reluctantly. The room was dark. I could see light by the curtains but not daylight. It was still before sunrise.

I stared at his handsome face. His cheeks were just gaining that scruff that looks so good on guys. I looked down and positioned my pubes near his still rock-hard member. I spread my legs slightly and pushed. The head pressed against my mons, then softly slowly pushed between my legs. The entire length rubbed across my clit. My body trembled as this stiff shaft teased the fleshy nub. I leaned forward and kissed his sleeping lips. He stirred. His arm pulled me tight. His mouth returned my kiss. His eyes opened slightly. I smiled. He smiled. Oh, fuck, another tremendous moment. I shifted my hips, and my lips pressed against his stiff cock. His eyes opened wider.

"Well, good morning," he whispered.

"Morning to you, sleepy head," I whispered back.

"Look where my wandering cock has ended up. What a great position to wake up in." He kissed me. "God, I had great dreams, but waking up with you is better than any of them. And like this. Am I still dreaming?" My heart melted.

"Your buddy got a little guidance from a wanting party. But I can't think of a better way to wake up." He shifted. His hand grabbed my ass, pulling him toward me. His cock was pressed against my wetness. He looked over my shoulder.

"Turn around," he said softly. I did as he said. The doors to the closet had mirrors on them. I looked at him behind me, his head raised over my shoulder. His arm slid underneath my body. His other hand pulled my butt toward him, bending me slightly. His cock pressed against my tight wet slit. His eyes looked into mine in the mirror. His hand caressed and squeezed my breath. The other slid down my stomach, through my pubes, between my legs.

"Oh, fuck me, Victor," I whispered as his fingers teased at my clit. He froze.

"Shhhhhh, no dirty talk, no sexy audacity, no uninhibited slut. I want to make love with my beautiful sweetheart--pure sweet Kara. I want to make love to the beautiful girl I met a few weeks ago. I want to make love to my angel, Kara." He kissed my cheek. I turned and kissed him. Make love, my mind whirled. He kissed me gently. "You are so special to me, Kara. I hope you remember this morning as much as yesterday afternoon." He kissed me again.

"Please make love to me, Victor," I kissed him.

"Look into my eyes in the mirror." I met his eyes. He smiled. "You are so sexy, sweetheart." He eased into me. My pussy opened to his slow thrust. His fingers teased along my clit; his hand stroked my breasts. He looked in the mirror. I looked back at him. His eyes stayed on mine in the mirror. His mouth lightly kissed my back. I leaned back against him. Feeling his body pressed into mine. I leaned back and kissed him again. His hips rocked, pushing him deeper in, then slowly sliding outward. The motion was hypnotizing. Our bodies moved together. I could feel all of him pressed against me. I felt as if we were one person. I could feel the rhythm slowly rise. His swollen shaft pushed into me. My body felt the tension grow as the energy stirred in me. His fingers stroked my clit gently. His hand teased my nipple, his tongue swirling in my mouth. His cock brought them all together with its tempo. My breathing increased. I broke our kiss and turned forward. Our eyes immediately locked in the silvered glass. His hips moved in a rhythmic pattern. I began to press back against him. My breath grew shallow. I tried to stay focused on him. His energy gathered in me. It intensified with every thrust. I looked, and his eyes were still watching me. I felt the energy reach the crescendo.

I let out a guttural moan. Victor pulled me tight against him. My breathing stopped. His cock buried deep inside me. Still, his hips propelled in and out. My muscles tightened. My body pulsated with waves of pleasure. I trembled as he held me against him. My toes curled. My mind went blank as pure joy took over all senses. I felt his kiss on the back of my neck. "Oh, Kara, my sweetheart," he whispered, "you are so beautiful--such an incredible young woman. You bring me so much pleasure. I only hope you get a little in return from me. My sweetheart." These words filled my head. Words whispered in my ear during orgasmic bliss while he held me tight. My eyes focused on his, and he still stared at me. I felt lightheaded. The orgasm lingered. Suddenly, I exhaled deeply. I regained control of my spasming body. Victor slowed his thrusts and just held himself buried in me. My mind slowly returned to normal.

"Oh my, Victor. That was so amazing. You made me feel so incredible." I adjusted myself as my body returned to its normal state. I leaned back against him. I turned and kissed him. "Thank you. Thank you, my love." I moved again. My mind realized his cock was still rock hard and buried in me. "Honey, did you cum?"

"No, my sweetheart, I did not."

"Oh, my love. That won't do. That won't do at all."

"It's okay, darling. We are still celebrating your day. A day is twenty-four hours. We still have time. We don't have to leave the hotel until noonish. Relax and enjoy the moment."

"Fuck, baby. After that mind-blowing orgasm, you want me to relax and not please you?" I steadied my breathing. "Give me a second." He pulled me tight against him. Arms and legs wrapped around me again. My body encased within his limbs. "Ok, a few seconds, a couple minutes at the most."

"Take all the time you need, sweetheart." He sifted his hip slightly his cock moved deep inside me. Leftover energy flowed around. I quivered slightly. Oh my god, what a moment.

We lay still for a bit. Victor's hardness was still in me, but I could feel the stiffness lessening. I finally decided to take action. I slid forward off of him. I turned and pushed him onto his back. I licked my hand, allowing the saliva to flow onto it. I stroked his semi-hard cock lubing it with my spit. I climbed on top of him. I had seen Jennifer do this in a video. I squatted over him and guided his cock against my opening. I lowered myself down. My eyes focused on his. I got the rhythm and bounced up and down. My feet were flat on the bed, my knees bent sharply. I rode him like a horse. I ran my fingers along his chest. Damn, my nails still looked good! Joy's salon was terrific. I focused back on my task. I stared at him. His eyes looked up at me. I began to gyrate my hips as I had seen Jennifer do in the movie. His cock stiffened hard again. I squeezed my muscles, tightened and loosened as my body went up and down. I knew I had the pattern correct when he moaned loudly.

"Fuck Sweety, that's amazing. I wriggled my hips and pushed his cock around inside me. It rubbed and pushed against my walls. "Oh my god, Sweetheart. You have me so close." My eyes focused straight on his. He was looking right into mine.

I squeezed, contracting my muscles. My pussy tugged and pulled as I slid up and down his shaft. I saw his eyes close slightly. His lips widened. I felt his legs tremble on the bed behind me. I felt his cock pulse inside me. His cum shot up into my wanting pussy. I continued to squeeze and tug. I milked every bit from his stiff shaft. My body trembled with pleasure as I leaned down close and whispered in his ear, "You have made this day so amazing, Victor. I will never forget the pleasures you have given me. On my deathbed, I will remember the last 24 hours as one of the best days of my life. I could not have dreamt of a more special day. I could not have asked for a better man to share it with. Thank you. You are amazing, my love. You are an incredible man."

I kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down next to him. My sweat-covered body collapsed onto him. I lay on his sweaty chest, my head resting, listening to his heartbeat. Listening to his lungs suck in and expel air. We lay like that for a little while. I was drowsy and faded to sleep. I woke when he shifted. The sunlight around the curtains hinted that it wasn't quite fully risen yet.

"It is still early, sweetheart. Let's rest some more. Then get up and see how we feel." He wrapped his arms around me again.

"Yes, my love." I faded off to sleep content in the arms of my lover.

I woke slightly and felt the empty bed around me. I heard the shower running and looked to see Victor's shadow showering behind the bathroom's tinted glass wall. I considered getting up and joining him, but my eyelids had other ideas. I could see the sun was coming up. I watched his shadow through the tinted glass as he washed himself as I drifted back to sleep.

I woke up stretched and noticed the shower was off. The sun finally decided to rise and was shining beyond the curtained windows. My day was ending. The room was still dark. I smelled food. My love got us breakfast. How should I greet him when he comes in? My eyes were closed as I thought about my options. No sheet naked spread eagle. I thought about my love coming in and seeing me like this. We may have to reheat breakfast. I smiled to myself. I flung the covers off and stretched out. I felt a warmth in my pussy despite the cool air. I reached down and dragged my fingers along my wet self. That started things going. I would be nice and wet for him when he comes in. I pulled my hand up my body along my breasts. I dragged my fingers to my mouth. I licked, tasting his cum that was still leaking out of me. My nose advised me of another sense. "Oh, shit, I need to wash up," I mumbled to myself.

"You could definitely use a shower," a woman's voice replied. My mind was still in a stupor between sleep and dream world. It was a familiar voice, but I couldn't pinpoint who it was. The drapes were drawn aside quickly. Sun filled the room. Jennifer, my mind flashed. I opened my eyes and looked up to see her step to the foot of the bed. I panicked. I looked around. I was naked in the middle of a king-sized bed. She was between me and the doorway. I sat halfway up. Eyes darted this way and that. What to do? Where is Victor? What do I say? I froze and just looked at her.

"No need to be dramatic. You are caught. In flagrante delicto. Quite literally so." She tossed my phone to me. On it was a video playing of me on top of Victor. It was taken from across the room. THIS MORNING. You could see both of our faces. We were both clearly naked and having sex.

"Yes, I shot this lovely video this morning. The camera work is a little shoddy. I could have done better. The lighting is off a bit. But for clandestine video, it'll do. What is going on is quite obvious. No denying, My husband fucking the babysitter. So," she paused. "How was your special night, Kara? Anything exciting happen? Lose anything?"

"I... ummm... I"

"No need to say anything, dear. I know enough. Nothing you can say changes what has happened."

My mind raced. Fuck, Victor is screwed. What do I do? "It was my fault. I blackmailed him. I stole videos from your computer. I made him do this for me. Don't blame him." I pleaded with her. My mind inventing what to say next. I can do this. "You can look at my laptop in the other room. I'll give you the code. You will find them."

"You blackmailed him?" She drew out the words.

"Yes. It started a few weeks ago. I'm sorry. He is so hot. He is so good to you. I was jealous." I went opposite what Victor had told me when he first discovered my videos. I threatened him I would release them on the web. He begged me not to. He begged me to spare you."

"Victor begged you?" again, the words drawn out.

"Yes. I told him he needed to take me somewhere and give me one special night. I told him that I would give them back to him after that. I told him about you saying that I should find a special man to take my virginity. I told him he was the special man to me. He asked me not to make him do it. But he feared what the videos would do to you and your family."

"Victor feared?" Again, the drawn-out words. I wasn't sure if she was processing what I was saying, If she didn't believe me, or if she was buying my story.

"I was all caught up with him. He is so amazing. I had to have him. I had him caught in a trap." I was crying, pleading with her to believe me.

"Victor, MY husband? Blackmailed by You? Begged You? Afraid of You?" I nodded. She smiled. She started clapping. "You have become such a good actress. My god, that is an Oscar performance. The tears, perfect." I kept crying, just looking at her with my pleading face. "Holy shit, I would have believed you had I not watched the video of him with you in the media room the night he confronted you with the security videos. And, of course, the other videos. And the text messages you two have been sending." I stopped crying. Fuck. "But bravo for your acting. And so quick with the lies off your tongue. What a hell of an improvisation. So convincing and such pleading."

I started to get up. "SIT DOWN." I stopped and sat back on the bed. It was the first time I had ever heard her raise her voice. I froze. She smiled. "Sorry. I don't want you panicking and doing something stupid. We have some things to discuss."

"Where is Victor?" I asked.

"I am so impressed with your concern for him. That says a lot, Kara. He was dealt with. I will deal with him more later. He is reconciling the error of his ways. Now, I am here to deal with you."

"Did you hurt him?"

"Hurt him? He is my husband. Do you realize that? This is not his first transgression in our marriage. Hell, it may not be his last. Our marriage has survived a hell of a lot more than an eighteen-year-old deflowered virgin babysitter. You, on the other hand, may not make it in the next hour."

"What do you mean?" I looked around for something to defend myself. There was a lamp on the nightstand. She must have seen the panic in my eyes.

"Nothing violent. Darling, you know me. I am not a violent person. Violence is for the weak-minded. Look at me, darling. Steady your breathing with me. Focus."

She was referring to a technique they taught us in yoga to relax and calm. I loved the method, and it worked for me. It pissed me off that she knew that it worked for me. I stared at her, steadying my breathing.

"Good. We need to talk. We need to discuss you. I thought you and I were close. We do yoga together. We went to lunch and had our chats. We went shopping together. We talked about college. We talked about boys," she rolled her eyes. "Looking back, I guess I mentioned a little too much about Victor. I gave you advice. I was excited to help you get a prom dress. We were friends," she said excitedly and paused. "And you fuck my husband. All the eighteen-year-old boys out there, and you fuck MY husband."

My eyes went wide. Oh, shit, this was about me hurting her. Oh crap. I looked at her. She was wearing a white full-length black sweater dress. She had a little makeup on, and her hair pulled back. She still looked amazing, but she was not done up like normal. I saw her eyes were slightly red. Had she been crying?

"Jennifer, I am sorry. I do feel bad. He is amazing. I saw how he treated you. I wanted that. I wanted to be you."