I sometimes think it's funny how clueless parents can be. I don't know if it's just because they are so caught up in their own lives that they don't want to bother raising their kids and teaching them right from wrong, or if they really think TV is the better teacher and just let their kids get their morals from network sit-coms.
They drop their kids off at movies or sporting events and go about their lives thinking their kids are safe because they are in a 'public' setting. What they don't realize is as soon as their taillights fade into the distance Johnny and Katie are under the bleachers smoking cigarettes, or feeling each other up in the darkness of the movie theatre. Seriously, most 12 year olds know more about sex than I do at 22 having gone through college.
Hell, when I was 12 I was still wrestling with the rumor that girls had cuties and worried that my friends would find out that I had said 'Hi' to little Suzie in the hall. Now 12 year olds are giving each other oral sex, screwing multiple partners and fucking their teachers.
But I guess you and I aren't here to talk about how irresponsible parents are and complain about it... we are here to talk about how irresponsible parents are and how it got me laid.
When I got done with college I found a job in a city half-way across the country from where I had grown up. Since I had very few social connections and a non-existent support structure I searched until I found a church that I felt at home in and started getting involved.
About six months after I started out helping with the young adult ministry, they came to me and asked me to start at Friday evening event where the kids twelve to fifteen could come and play games, listen to music and interact in a church environment without 'parental supervision.'
Since I didn't have anything better to do I agreed. They let me decide how to lead it and what, if any, curriculum there would be. They gave me a nice budget with which I was able to convert an old storage room into a cool hang out with a nice stereo system, big old bean bags and overstuffed chairs, a couple of computers and a video game system. I made sure all the content on the computers and video games were suitable, that the music was all message based and just let the kids decide what they wanted to do.
It was actually quite fun, even though these kids would always whip me at the video games. They welcomed the chance to get out of the house and interact without mom and dad lording over them like when they were home. At 8 we would put in a movie, something that appropriate but still good, and when the movie was over the kids went home.
When it started to grow in number, they decided that I needed a couple of helpers. And that, I suppose, is when the real fun began.
After putting an announcement in the church bulletin I had half a dozen people show up the next Friday wanting to help. Two boys, Charlie and Todd, and 4 girls; Carly, Amy, Leah and Kate. They were all active in the church – I knew most of them from other activities I had participated in. They were good kids and I was glad to have them their. But one of them in particular, I was more exited about than the rest.
Leah was young but possibly the sexiest girl I had ever met. But she wasn't slutty-sexy, where you know right up front what the girl is about. She was that pure, shy type that leads your mind down the dirtiest paths. She was tall and petite, close to 5'8", with long straight blonde hair that hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were so ice blue they almost looked unnatural. And she was a stylish girl – always wearing skits and nice cloths that showed off just enough of her body to know that she was developing into quite a woman. The best part was that she had recently turned 18, which meant I didn't have to feel like a creepy old man when I fantasized about her.
Having the help proved great; the boys seemed to gravitate to Todd and Charlie who in turn proved much better at the video games than I was. Amy was a computer whiz and helped me set up even more activities on the computer that the kids all thought were 'cool.' And Carly, Amy and Leah all worked on finishing the decorating of the room, adding that woman's touch that my efforts severely lacked.
Because of their being there I got to get started on my paperwork that I was required to submit to the church leaders after each week's session before the movie started. As I sat at the big round table in the back of the room the three girls came bouncing over, as young girls will do, their developing breasts bouncing and jiggling. I wondered if these girls knew what kind of effect that had on men and then figured that probably they did, and probably that's why they did it.
"The decorations are all done," Carly said bubbling with excitement.
I put down my pencil and surveyed the room. "Wow, you girls do good work. I might have to get you to come decorate my apartment!"
While the other two girls laughed and giggled Leah looked at me and said seriously, "I'd love to come over to your apartment."
The other girls stopped laughing and looked at Leah astonished; the air was very tense. Then Leah let out a little giggle and the other girls relaxed and started laughing again and all three bounded off to clean up the mess they had made making the decorations. Only Leah's eyes lingered on mine a little too long, and I got the distinct impression that she wasn't kidding about wanting to come over to my apartment. I somehow didn't think decorating was what she had in mind.
It certainly wasn't what I had in mind.
At 8 o'clock I flicked the lights on and off indicating it was movie time. About three-quarters of the kids watch the movies while the others stay playing video games, on the computer or talking. Before this week, I had been forced to keep an eye on both groups but with my new helpers I was able to settle in with the kids and watch that week's movie.
Monsters, Inc was their selection and one of my favorite movies in general. Leah and Carly made snacks for all the kids – popcorn, punch, that sort of thing- and handed it out as the movie was starting.
"Can I get you anything?" asked Leah, leaning down and whispering in my ear. She was purposely close, fairly purring in my ear, her lips so close I could feel them. And whether I wanted it or not (trust me, I wanted it) I was getting an eyeful of her chest as she stood there, leaning over, waiting for me to respond.
"Um," I started and swallowed hard, "just some punch," I managed to croak.
When she came back and delivered it, her hand touched mine and lingered a bit too long. "Thank you, Leah."
"My pleasure, anything else I could interest you in?" she asked and I could see in her eyes she wasn't meaning popcorn.
As my little head screamed for me to grab her and show her just what else I was interested in, my big head reminded calmly reminded me of just how bad the repercussions of listening to my dick at that moment would be.
"I'm good for now, thank you."
She sauntered back over to the snacks, her tight little ass swaying in her jeans and I couldn't help but watch her go. When she got back to where Carly was, pouring the last of the juice into a pitcher to go into the refrigerator, she looked back over her shoulder at me and caught me starting at her backside. A sly smile, the smile of a seductress slid across her lips and she knew what she wanted to know - that she had gotten my attention.
Nothing else of note happened that night, other than that every time I happened to glance over to where she and Carly sat on the counter watching the movie Leah looked back at me and gave me that same seductive smile.
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