"Are you sure you got all of this down Becky," the nicely dressed, middle aged brunette asked.
"Of course Ms. Harris," the eighteen year old babysitter replied.
"All right," Ms. Harris said, "Well little Jack is asleep down in the basement so he shouldn't give you any trouble. I just want someone here to make sure nothing happens, just in case."
Becky nodded.
"Well if anything does happen," Ms. Harris continued, "Just call me at this number."
And with that, she handed the blonde teen a note with her mobile phone number scrawled out on it.
"I will Ms. Harris," Becky replied, "But don't worry about it. Just try and have a nice girl's night out. We'll be fine here!"
"Okay then," Ms. Harris said as she walked out the door, "I'll be back around ten."
"Okay," Becky said waving to her, "Goodbye then."
Almost as soon as Ms. Harris had gotten into her little minivan and backed out of the drive way, there was an ominous clap of thunder, followed by a sudden downpour of rain. Becky hurried up and ran back inside the house. Fortunately, she wasn't very wet, but she still decided to take off her coat, leaving her with only her skimpy little cheerleader outfit.
Now, as one might expect, eighteen year old Becky Anderson was quite a popular girl at the local high school. Blond, intelligent, and with a well-developed chest, she led quite an active social life, albeit one that most adults were completely unaware of. Therefore, after a few minutes had passed, Becky took out her mobile phone and dialed up the latest in her string of boyfriends, one Paul Thomas. The fact that his parents had bought him a car on his eighteenth birthday had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they were seeing each other, or at least, so she had told him.
No sooner had Becky gotten on the phone with Paul, cooing at him in a sweet, playful voice and told him all about how she was babysitting alone in this thunderstorm, than Paul raced out to his car and drove through the rain to meet up with her. He made it to Ms. Harris' house in under fifteen minutes, which was if anything a credit to his pent up teenage hormones. Becky, still clad in her slightly damp cheerleader uniform, was of course already waiting for him.
She had sprawled herself out on the couch and left the door unlocked. Paul practically got an erection as soon as he crossed the threshold.
"Hey," he said as he walked over and sat down on the couch beside her.
"Took you long enough," Becky joked.
"So what do you want to do," Paul asked her.
He just shrugged.
"I don't know," he said, "Maybe take in a scary movie or something."
Paul had only just picked up the remote when Becky scolded him.
"Come on," she exclaimed, "We're at Ms. Harris' house! We can't just order a movie! She'll see it on the bill, and then I'll
never
get another babysitting job again!"
"Too late," Paul replied as he pressed the confirm button, ordering a movie.
"Besides," he continued, "She probably won't even check her cable bill. My parents never do!"
Becky playfully slapped him across the check, to which Paul simply responded by hugging and then kissing her. Paul then reached over and turned off the lights, just for added effect, and then the two young lovers settled in on the couch. The movie was, of course, another one of those generic and utterly forgettable teen slasher movies with some masked killer running around killing people with household appliances. It was utterly cheesy, but also fun.
Just as Paul had hoped, Becky shivered and moved in closer to him during the scary parts. Each time someone got killed, she squeezed his leg and slowly let him come closer. By the end of the movie, he was able to cop a pretty good feel off her perky, well-developed teenage boobs. As the end credits rolled, the two young lovers started to make out.
"You know Becky," he said, "That movie took place on a dark, stormy night... a night just like tonight."
And then he moved into to kiss her on the lips.
"Knock it off," Becky replied.
"I'm just saying," he said as he kissed her neck now, "Doesn't it freak you out a little."
"Nnnoooo," she struggled to whisper out as a wave of passion came through her body.
"Not even a little," he asked.
And with that, there was a clap of thunder. Both Becky and Paul jumped up a little in surprise. Becky soon found herself hugging her boyfriend for safety.
"All right," she sheepishly admitted, "Maybe just a little!"
"Well it's all right," Paul said as he slowly slipped Becky out of her top, "I'm here to protect you."